Sally and I had only been married for just under two years. Happy is the wrong description, she was all I could think of when I got off work, I rushed home because I wanted desperately to see her, be there with her.
My first marriage had failed, something about Dana having a budget requiring me being a corporate executive driving a turboprop to work, but I worked in a mill shoving pallets of paper bags into boxcars.
Then there was the other problem, I maybe could get Dana's knees apart if I used a prybar, but that was about it. When we were dating she seemed to be nice and normal in the sex department, but after about a week her legs slammed shut and stayed that way, coming open maybe once every six weeks or so. If that often.
I found myself most of the time alone in the bathroom, taking care of things.
Still, I hung on with her for almost eight long years.
Dana got half of everything we had in the divorce settlement, about three bucks. I only saw her one time after that, she was with some white haired old guy driving a giant Mercedes. She saw me standing there as they drove by, looked right at me and didn't change expression.
I waved anyway, I didn't hate her, in fact, I loved her. It was just that I wanted her, and she wanted....stuff.
There was a couple of long and lonely years after the divorce, I dated a few times, even got laid a few times. Anyone with experience will understand when I say those were the kinds of sexual relationships that a person has and forgets before they get home?
There is an old saying my Daddy used to say, something about if there is too much salt in the stew, the second bowl still has too much salt?
Yea, sex like that. The old, "OK, you got my panties off, go ahead and fuck me, show me what you can do!" Then came the "That was wonderful" and "I will call you sometime."
I was miserable, hating myself, sometimes thinking of Dana and how incredibly beautiful she was, and how I had failed her miserably. I actually blamed myself for that, thinking I should have gone on to college, became something, someone important with money and...stuff.
I was eating a bit too much, sitting on my ass a bit too much, getting a little bit on the tubby side. I was still looking, though.
I happened to run into Sally in a grocery store of all places, somehow I ended up right behind her in the checkout line.
Oh, best to tell the truth here, she kept bending over to check the bottom shelves for deals, I was following her around because her skirt was sorta short.
I was sure I saw red panties.
By the time we got to the checkout line I had a woodie to end all woodies, and her face was a little flushed. She had kept glancing back at me as I pretended to inspect the canned beans prices.
I don't even remember what I said to her or what she said back, but we were pretty close to each other at that moment. She looked me in the eyes, I looked into hers.
We both knew right that instant.
We ended up down the street at a tiny little cafe, my ice cream melted in the back of my truck.
Two hours later she was down on her back as I shoved my 8 incher in there, her nice fat titties flopping up and down as we thrust at each other. I had her knees so far back that her stomach made two nice little rolls, Sally was ever so slightly plump.
Plus she was wet and slick, sweating and grunting and loving every second of it. Absolutely the very best damn roll in the hay I ever had, and my very first that didn't involve a long convulated series of dinners and dancing and all of that crap.
If you have ever seen a couple of Pigs going at it, that was us that day.
The only thing missing was the mud.
I fell instantly in love with Sally's titties, I suppose I could yap on and on about how high and firm they were but instead they rolled over to the sides when she was on her back, I could reach out with both hands and push them back and forth, they were a little bit like water filled balloons.
Lord that was fun!
The other fascinating thing I discovered was when I got her down on her hands and knees, her behind was shoved up high wanting me to stick it in her pussy from behind. I looked down and each time I slid back for another stroke it was like a good two inches of her insides came out still wrapped around my cock.
Back and forth, back and forth, I stared at that, it was amazing, wonderful. I will bet she had at least a half dozen orgasms, hell, I had three of them myself. The last one came as I pressed deeply, my entire body wrapped around her from behind. It was like they had made her to fit me perfectly that way, I have no other way to describe it.
I was right, too. She had on red panties. It was the only thing she had on under her blouse and skirt.
I was completely in love with her before I even got to my truck that same afternoon.
10 days later we got married.
Yea. I know. No way in hell could I possibly have a clue about who or what she was, but what the hell. That first year was fun, Sally was as nasty in the bedroom as it is possible to be, and one thing I noticed was that she just could not seem to get enough of playing with my cock.
It was like it was her personal pull toy.
The other neat thing is she had a pretty nice house, it seemed she had also been married once before and got that when they split after being together for nearly 10 years. I never found out why they split exactly and I didn't bother to ask. Sally did mention a couple of times that her former old man was a bit of a prude.
I could see where that might be a problem, Sally sure as hell was no prude.
One thing I loved about her was the teasing, she delighted in teasing me. Having a woman that is a tease and one that loves sex is great. There is a difference between being sexy and nasty in the house and being that way everywhere though.
Sally showed no signs at all of being that way with others around, in fact, she was always quite the little lady. Until we got inside with the doors closed. Then it was peekaboo time, rubdowns, handjobs that would cross a man's eyes, and she would suck on me all day and all night if she could.
I was happy happy happy! The side effect was that my stomach was now flat as a board and rippled, I felt good too. It's amazing how good sex is as an exercise. Sally snugged up, too, but her titties still flopped around and I could spend hours doing that. I wondered once why she always smelled and tasted so squeaky clean, then I found out she looked at the clock and an hour before I was due home she hit the shower without fail.
I liked that, I had my tongue as far as it would go up her pussy so many times I couldn't count them. I was doing that to her one day when she figured out how to get every single inch of my cock down her throat, that was the first time she ever actually did that.
Later that same day we tried it up her rear end, another first for her and for me, too. But she really didn't like that much and neither did I, so we never tried that again.
That amazing pussy of hers was quite enough. If anything, by now even more of her turned inside out when I pulled back, and she had learned how to clamp down, I could see her muscles move the big lips on a back stroke.
So I came home with doing that on my mind, we did something, some kind of sex nearly every single day.
"Martha called about something." Sally hollered out to me the moment I got home from work.
"Great" I thought. "Just great."
Here it was, Friday night. All I wanted to do was plop down in my recliner, kick back and pop a beer, catch the ball game on TV.
Martha lived just four doors down from us, she was a widow and around 60 years old or something like that if her white hair was any indication.
She was also sweet as it is possible to be except for the fact that she found out I was handy with wiring and plumbing, so she was always calling asking me to help her with something.
I didn't mind that too much, she made chocolate chip cookies that could be dipped in milk and never came apart, then they would melt in your mouth.
It was damn near worth going over there just for that.
Sally brought me a cold beer out of the fridge, a big grin on her face.
"I think Martha likes you!" She giggled.
"Yea, a bit too damned much." I groaned, taking off my shoes and rubbing my feet. Sally saw me do that, she plopped down crosslegged in front of me and took over rubbing them.
Lord I loved my Sally, she never missed a lick taking care of me, and she knew that 8 solid hours working on a concrete floor was rough on my poor feet.
Of course when she sat like that I could see her panties and she knew that, plus her rubbing my feet was always on the sensual side, which normally resulted in....
Then the fucking phone rang. Sally hopped up to answer it.
"Yes, he is home now." She handed me the phone as I stuck my tongue out at her, then she headed off for the kitchen, giggling.
"Later!" I thought, thinking of getting her down on her hands and knees and jamming my....
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Danny? Hi! Hey, can I ask you a question?" It was Martha.
Just fucking did ask one! I thought. What would it be this time, door hinge, bad plugin, something leaking? I just wasn't in the mood for it.
"Uhh, yea, sure." I answered, not sure what was up and not wanting to know.
"You have always been so nice, so I know I can trust you." She said.
Trust me? Now what the fuck? I thought.
"Martha, I...uhhh...what do you need?"
"My art class. I need help with my art class."
"Art class? What art class? I don't know anything about...."
"You don't need to, we just need someone to model."
"Model? Me? You have got to be kidding!" I told her.
"No, I am serious. We did the still life stuff and now we are into life models and we were thinking..."
"Who is we"? I asked her, glancing over at Sally who was now standing there listening with a giant grin on her face.
"Oh, just June and Caroline, they are my friends."
"I see. What do you want me to do?"
"Just sit there, you know....model!"
"Well...I don't...I will think about it. Maybe." I told her.
"Good! See you tomorrow at 2 PM." and she hung up.
Martha tended to be a little bit pushy as I had come to understand.
"Just fuck!" I exclaimed.
"What's the matter, honey?" Sally grinned at me. I looked at her, it hit me right then and there that Sally already knew about this.
"I just am not getting off at the idea of sitting in a goddamned chair all afternoon while some old ladies paint pictures." I told her.
"Oh, it won't hurt you, besides, Martha is nice, she is always bringing over cookies and pastries and she has really helped me in learning how to sew."
Sally had somehow ended up in a sewing class with Martha, which didn't hurt a thing because now she could fix my shirts and she even made me a couple of them that were way better than I could buy.
