My Wife Wants To Read My Stories

Heather asked me the other night. It was one of those times when I wasn't sure if I should keep my mouth shut or tell the truth.

I figured, after all, she married me knowing my past. What would be the harm of answering honestly? She phrased her question in as non-threatening a manner as possible. If I didn't know better, I might have thought she just wanted to gloat a little, or maybe she just wanted me to tell her an erotic story of my past, in all its sweet detail.

You see, my wife, Heather, recently found out about this site, and my participation on it. She has also read all of the stories that I have posted here over the years. As you may know, if you've read my postings, they are not all about her. This was the motivation for a great deal of discussion in our house of late.

Heather and I have been married for nearly four years, and as my more recent postings will suggest, I am deeply committed to her and deeply satisfied by our life together. That said, I have posted stories about my life before I met her, and only recently has she discovered them. Although she knew about my ex-girlfriends and about my "exploits" with them, she had an interesting response to reading my earlier postings about Robyn.

"Is there anyone else you need to write about?"

It was an interesting question. I was torn. One the one hand, I thought: "Hey, You're married, and your wife rocks! Tell her no, and be done with it." On the other hand, I remembered that I'm a guy, which means I'm not that smart overall, especially when it comes to matters of the heart and groin.

So she asked, and I answered, for better or worse,

"Well, there was Sarah..."

Heather sighed. She of course knew about Sarah, but she'd never really thought of her in a literary sense. Of course, when I was with her, I wasn't thinking of her that way either.

"Well, go on and write it then, but I get final editorial approval," she replied as she walked out of the room, leaving me to my memories. She really does rock.

I had just finished my freshman year of college. This was before I took up with Robyn and long before I met Heather. It had been a pretty crazy year for me, and I'd had my share of noteworthy experiences. Towards the end of the year, I became romantically involved with two different women: Kendra and Lauren. I cared deeply about them both, and as we left school for the summer, I was still involved with each of them. Lauren even met my mother.

I returned home to New Jersey, and as summer moved on, I kept in touch with both Lauren and Kendra. Early on in the summer, Lauren's best friend, Sarah, who lived only 30 minutes from me called me to let me know that she was going to be in my area and wanted to get together. I arranged, at her request for her to visit, and stay over at my house, before going back to NYC. My Mom was cool then, and we had an extra room, so it was cool. She was a friend after all.

I picked her up at the train station, and we drove around for a while. I showed her all the sights of central New Jersey, (both of them) and took her to dinner, and we talked and so forth, and had a really nice time.

We pulled up to my house and as I parked the car, she leaned over to me and said, "Lauren asked me to give you something."

"Yeah," I said, "what's that?"

She kissed me. She gave me that kind of kiss where the bottom lip sorta caresses itself along your bottom lip and the tongue gently eases out to see if there is interest in its going deeper.

In spite of myself, and the fact that I was semi-dating two other women, I kissed her back, sorta. Our tongues met, briefly, but passionately nonetheless.

"Um, what was that?" I stammered, excited but confused, as most guys are...

"Well, Lauren told me to give you a kiss hello for her. I know how she'd want me to do it," she replied, placing her hand on my thigh and kissing me again.

Now, I know I was dating in one way or another both Kendra and Lauren, neither of whom appear in this story, but at that moment, with Sarah looking at me, offering herself to me, in some way as a representation of her best friend, I caved.

I started the car up and pulled out of my driveway. Our local park was about a half mile away from my house. I kept a blanket in the trunk.

We parked the car and walked into the park, which of course was pitch dark at this point. Only the light of a nearly full moon and the distant street lamps lit our path and eventual passion.

I laid the blanket down and we sat, arms finding one another and hands exploring previously unforeseen areas. I drew her to me and we kissed hard-lips barely containing the motion we intended. Her teeth pulled gently, yet excitedly on my lips, and her breath came hard and fast on my cheek.

Although I'd had some exploits that year, truth be told, it had been a number of months since I'd been engaged in a tryst that had the potential to go beyond what we spent the first few minutes doing: Touching, kissing, etc.... I pulled her to me with a fierceness that surprised even me. I guess I did not know how much I needed to release myself in connection with someone. And there we were, under a full moon, laying on a blanket in the park near my house. We lost our clothing and lay naked under the stars on a warm summer night.

Sarah was a dancer. Jazz mostly, but she had training in ballet and Celtic as well. I mention in only so as to provide you with a sense of how well she was able to use her body. She was fit, 5'6", 125 pounds of solid body yet soft skin; 34 c breasts and long, tight legs. She had blond hair that seemed to go on forever, but really ended at her waist. My 6'3," 170 pound body (I'd love to be that again...), though more powerful physically, deferred to her as she gently forced me onto my back. I wore my blond hair long on the top and shaved on the sides at the time-surfer cut they called it, and it splayed out on the blanket as she climbed on top of me.

Her hair, and I know this is a word that gets misused in stories of this ilk, cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made her look heavenly. Her hands pressed deep into my shoulders and she leaned down, nibbling on my bottom lip, then running her tongue over my lips, then my chin. She kissed my neck, and around to my ears, and then began her descent.

She worked her way down my body. She kissed my chest, my nipples, my ribs, my navel, my belly, and then I could feel her breath on my cock. It was a warm night, but her breath felt warmer. Her hair fell over my body and seemed to shadow the movements of her mouth. She ran her tongue around the base of my fully erect seven inch member. Only briefly mind you-her tongue was there for but a moment, then, she withdrew it, allowing her breath and her long blond hair to stimulate me. I never realized how erotic hair could be until she took my cock deep into her mouth and thrashed her head back and forth, her hair moving over my chest in tandem with her mouth. It was an incredible feeling.

She continued like this, her body moving almost artistically, her mouth seeming almost impaled on my cock, for a long time. The sensation of her lips, circling the head of my now swollen member, in conjunction with her hair brushing back and forth over my chest and her hands working everywhere else had me close to the point where the evening might be over.

"I want you on top of me," I gasped, not wanting this to end without my cock buried inside of her. She replied, "But I'm not done down here yet," I took her face in my hands and brought her lips to mine. I kissed her and looked deep into her eyes, telling her with that look what I needed.

She reached for me and guided my cock into her now warm and wet pussy. She arched her back and began to grind herself into me, grasping my hands for leverage. In the light of the moon, our bodies glistened with sweat and I knew that I could not hold out for much longer.

I licked my left thumb and began to gently caress Sarah's left nipple, while sneaking my right hand down to massage her clit as she bucked back and forth over my cock.

I worked my cock and my hand furiously until she came, the walls of her sweet pussy gripping tight on me. She screamed, nothing intelligible, but she screamed nevertheless. Her high pitched wail permeates my thoughts even now. She came hard and her entire body shook from it.

With that, I came as well, throwing my head back and letting go, as Sarah brought her face to mine and kissed me. She then moved down once again, her hair again stimulating me in unreal fashion as she brought her sweet lips down to my cock, cleaning me and bringing me to attention again.

But that is another story, and Heather only asked for one...this time.

This story does come with her approval, and I won't mention the deal I had to make to get that approval. That too is another story. Let's just leave it at the fact that my wife rocks.