Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to epidemic of STDs.
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I woke up early on Sunday morning and moved into the bathroom to relieve my full bladder before going to the kitchen to put on some coffee. As I stood over the toilet aiming the golden stream with some degree of accuracy I noticed the nozzle I held in my hand was covered with a crusty dried substance.
When I stepped out of the bath room I immediately noticed the remnants of the previous evening scattered down the hall and into the living room. The first was a pair of black lace panties then a matching bra; my boxer shorts were next then a skirt on the arm of the sofa and my slacks on the sofa; my shirt and a blouse lay on the coffee table. We obviously had a good time celebrating our anniversary.
Marlene, my wife, was a 5' 9" slender woman with chestnut brown hair and green eyes. Her legs were long and shapely and supported a sweet, round, firm ass. Her "B" cup breasts were topped with small rose pink areola covered with lots of pleasure bumps and long nipples.
She always claimed that her nipples were wired directly to her cunt which would tingle and get wet with the slightest touch. There was never an issue of "being in the mood" all I had to do was rub my fingers, nose, tongue, or anything else over her nipples and her hips would begin to grind. Her pink labia minor were neatly tucked inside her vulva which was covered with a patch of thick light brown pubic hair.
We had met about a year before we were married. I was teaching a Red Cross Life Saving Course and Marlene was one of the many good looking girls taking the course. Toward the end of the course I was demonstrating how to control a drowning victim so they could not drown the rescuer.
Marlene agreed to play the drowning victim. I dove under the water and came up behind her and grasped her over one shoulder with my arm diagonally across her chest; I threw my hip into the small of her back to raise her body higher in the water and began to swim toward the dock. She struggled to break my hold as I explained and demonstrated how she could not break free and that I could use my other arm to swim.
As I was talking I felt a hand firmly grasp my balls under the water and my victim quietly asked, "Are you absolutely certain I cannot break free?"
I quickly decided that I would not challenge my "victim" and began to loosen my hold on her.
After the class Marlene approached me smiling and apologized for not "playing nice" explaining that she grew up with a younger brother and had to learn to defend herself as he quickly out grew her.
I laughed with her then said, "You learned well. I promise not to be so rough the next time."
She chuckled, "The next time I will be gentler too."
I immediately wondered if she was saying she wants to play with my balls again.
I replied, "We should we have a drink to that?"
She came back with, "I'll tell you what you buy the drinks and I'll buy dinner."
I didn't even have to think about it, "Agreed."
Over a long dinner and more than a few glasses of wine we got to know each other better.
During a conversation about our college days Marlene looked me in the eyes and asked, "Are you thinking about getting into my panties?"
I was surprised for just a moment then replied with a smile, "Of course I am. Can I assume that our interests are mutual?"
She responded matter-of-factly, "Yes you can. I think I live closer than you do so it will be easier for you to follow me home."
I paid our check completely forgetting our agreement that I would buy drinks and she would buy dinner. In the parking lot we quickly gave each other several gropes then as she opened her car door she gave a quick look around to see if anyone was close by then raised her skirt and slid her red bikini panties down her long, shapely legs; she leaned against me to step out of them.
"Here take these to keep you company on the way to my apartment. They are a bit damp; you should be able to tell from what." She smiled as she moved into the car seat.
I lifted them to my nose and deeply inhaled the scent of their damp crotch; I had no doubt about where the dampness originated. From that time forward I always loved the scent of her cunt. She pulled her car door closed.
I had to shake my head to push the image of our first date to the back of my mind. We had smoked too much reefer and drank way too much last night; I always drank bourbon and water and Marlene always drank gin and tonic, some of the evening was still a blur.
After putting on the coffee I started picking up our clothes; when I picked up the pair of black lace panties I noticed the crotch was stiff with a dried fluid. I immediately hoped it came from me then lifted them to my nose to test the aroma. There was no doubt about what the dried fluid was but the question was whose it was.