I married Mindy three years ago. I met her at the Hallmark store that I worked for. Her mom was the manager and Mindy at age 22 was supposedly the "assistant" manager, although she spent most of her time running a Christian church camp for young women. Although Mindy always wore conservative clothes there was no hiding her small waist and expanding voluptuous hips. Mindy and I were truly in love but never once, in our 18 month courtship, did we go farther than kissing and very light touching of her breasts which usually resulted in her breaking down and crying saying it was a violation of the lord's plan.
We honeymooned in Puerto Vallarta and upon consumation of the marriage I found Mindy to be a bit "dull" in the sack but I credited this fact to the point that she was still a little nervous about sex and had been preprogrammed to resist her feelings. Sex was limited to missionary position and sometimes her on top. When she was on top she would ask me after we finished if I thought that was appropriate; after all, isn't sex mainly for procreation? Her hips were big & bouncy and her bottom would shake so fast I could hardly manage a grip on them.
The flesh on her big bottom would wiggle so fast I once truly thought she was having a seizure. On more than one occasion I allowed a finger to trickle into her crack and touch her bottom hole. Every time I did this it resulted in an instant orgasm for her. One night after we had been on a three day hiking trip I brought my finger to her nose after touching her little crinkle and she grabbed my hand and took several deep smells as she came but then started crying as we finished. We talked about it later and she agreed that it was a turn on but told me it conflicted her fundamental beliefs as to what sex was all about and so, respecting her beliefs, I agreed to abstain from any further backdoor play.
Mindy and I grew together, 4 yrs later we had a beautiful daughter name Trina who we both adore. Mindy's mom moved back to Sacramento and Mindy became the manager of the store. I, in the meantime had moved on to managing a shoe shop in the same mall, 5 store fronts away. On Dec 23rd, 1998, my special Wendy's life changed forever. We generally tried to commute together during the holidays because parking was so expensive. I approached her shop and the gate was down. Assuming she was in the back I let myself in with the key and headed for the backroom. I could hear sounds of human discomfort and assumed my little Mindy was sitting on the toilet, constipated once again.