What can I say about my wife that won't make you say, "Yeah, that's what all say." She's absolutely beautiful; you've heard that before. She has waist-length dark brown hair, almost black. She's not a blonde like most of the others you've read about. Her eyes shine like sapphires, and her teeth are pearly white. She always smiles, even in her sleep. I think she dreams of getting laid. She's always hot to fuck when she wakes up. Her tits are 36Cs, and her waist and hips are in proportion. She jogs three times a week to stay in shape. Pretty standard stuff for this website, right?
Pam's pretty good in bed; there's no question about that. She can handle a quickie and an all-nighter with equal intensity. Unfortunately she's very predictable. She has to do everything each time, sucking, licking, breast kissing, etc. If something is missed, I hear about it. "You didn't kiss my left nipple last Tuesday." We had to leave for work in ten minutes that time, but she couldn't stand that minor variation. I love her dearly. We've had a lot of good times together.
I have to admit Pam has a lot of good qualities. She's reliable, honest, hardworking. I did find out she was getting some variety in bed behind my back.
The discovery couldn't have come at a worse time. In retrospect the circumstances had something to do with her behavior. She had just lost her brother, Mike, in a car accident the month before, and she was still grieving. She kept asking me to stay home from work and be with her. I would have liked to do so, but we couldn't afford to risk my job. His death shook me up too. He was a likable guy, and we had become friends as well as brothers-in-law.
I came home from work one afternoon about a month after Mike's death and saw a strange car backing out of our driveway. The car sped away before I could get a look at the driver. Pam belonged to a couple clubs, so it could have been one of her friends.
When I closed the front door, I saw her naked bottom disappear down the hallway. Had she been planning to surprise me with a quickie when I got home? I followed her down the hall. She closed the bedroom door, but I reopened it and followed her in. She turned in a fright and screamed. The moment she saw it was me, she stopped and clasped her hands to her chest. "You scared the hell out of me," she said gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I haven't come home to a naked woman for a long time. What's the occasion?"
"I was getting ready to take a shower."
"In the living room?"
"I was making sure the front door was locked. You're home early."
"We got everything done at work. Since it's Friday, the boss said take off. Who am I to argue?" I could smell something pungent in the room, but I didn't recognize the scent.
"I'll take a quick shower, then I'll fix dinner."
I stepped between her and the bathroom as I took my tie off. "I'm in the mood for dessert first tonight." I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled me against her. Our lips met, but she was pushing me away.
"Don't you ever think of anything else?"
"What do you expect when you greet me in your birthday suit?" She felt sweaty like she did after she'd been jogging. She had never resisted my advances after she ran a few miles. She seemed resigned to having sex, but she clearly wasn't in the mood, which puzzled me. Her lovemaking style was pretty rigid, but she rarely turned me away.
Pam laid down on the bed and watched me get undressed. She smiled faintly when she saw my cock was already half stiff. We began our routine with a bunch of kisses. We didn't have kids to interrupt us, so we took our time. She caressed my face, and I caressed hers. Our lips met softly and frequently. There was something about her smile that made her seem nervous. I shrugged it off to my coming home early.
I proceeded to kissing her chin and long neck. Her breathing seemed a little deeper than usual for this stage of our love making, but who was I to argue. The earlier she became aroused, the better for both of us. I swung my left leg between her thighs. Her pussy felt damp against my thigh. Maybe her nervousness came from being horny. We hadn't done much sexually since Mike's accident. I figured she had some suppressed desires that were finally surfacing.
When I got to her breasts, she began to loosen up. My lips made slow circles around her firm boobs. I made a point of sucking on both nipples. I did the left one twice for good measure. Her breathing was getting deeper. Her ribs were my next target. She frequently got off from rib kissing, and this time was no exception. Her hips were bucking wildly before I got to the bottom of her left side. "You do that so well," she said breathlessly. "Nobody gets me off that way but you." Neither of us was a virgin when we met. We had never discussed our sexual pasts. That was over. There was no reason to bring it up. Why did she blurt out that comment? And in the present tense? I hesitated slightly before continuing to kiss her right ribs.
Her tummy was another sensitive area. I always used firm lip pressure, but she reacted as though she was being tickled. She laughed, yet she maintained a high level of arousal. Her pussy lips were swollen with lust. I put the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her slit and started upward. Her juices were a bit tangy, not sweet as they usually are. Before I was near her clit, she let out a scream, not of passion, but of terror. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing!" she said, her voice full of panic. "Nothing's wrong! Nothing at all!"
"Did I hurt you?"
"No! Nothing's wrong! Everything's fine!" I put my face back between her thighs. "Can we skip that this time?"
I looked up. Her massive boobs obscured her face. "If you want." I was thoroughly confused. I crawled up over her. She grabbed my rigid shaft and led it to her tunnel. Slowly I eased myself inside her. Her cunt was extremely wet and slippery. She generally dripped pussy juice all over my face, but that day I felt like I was in a flooded mine tunnel. Her eyes searched my face for signs of...I don't know what...something. "I know you," I said. "Something's bothering you."
Suddenly she burst into tears. Her crying seemed uncontrollable. "Oh, Johnny, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have done it."
I smoothed back her hair and kissed her cheek. "What are you talking about?"
She choked back her tears. "Do I feel wetter than usual?"
"A little. So what?"
"That isn't me you feel. It's.... It's.... I can't believe I could be so stupid."
"It's what?"
