Hello, my name is Gwen. My late husband and I used to enjoy reading the adventures and stories on this site. We didn't partake but we enjoyed reading them enormously, thank you all. I never told Neville but I feel I can now tell you that I was a bit worried about the amount of pleasure sex gave me. I thought I was a bit 'different' but when we discovered stories on the internet I realised I was also one of the very lucky ones. Many many thanks!
Neville was my first and only love. He was three years older than me which worried my mum. He did have a proper apprenticeship though, which pleased both my mum and my dad.
We first made love in a field, in a tent, in Devon. We had been going out for over three years by then. He'd refused to make love with me until I was over eighteen. He'd said I was too young to be a mum if it went wrong and he wouldn't be able to support us until he finished his apprenticeship. No pills in those days either! As soon as I reached eighteen I worked on my mum trying to get her to let us go on holiday together. Neville had just finished his apprenticeship and I'd been patient far too long. Eventually she agreed as long as I stayed in a B&B.
Neville camped. We built up a stash of rubber jonnies which we hid in the springs under the back seat of the car along with a sleeping bag that zipped into Neville's. We set off for Devon on the Friday night, after Neville had finished work. Mum made us sandwiches and we drove all night getting there about six in the morning. We set up camp as quietly as possible, zipped the two sleeping bags together, got in and fell fast asleep all cuddled up.
I awoke first and started to stroke his willy which woke him up. It was nearly lunch-time. He started to stroke me and as he got harder I got wetter. He helped me roll a rubber jonnie onto him then he got between my open legs and rubbed it up and down my vagina. I whispered that he should put it in me! I can still remember the indescribable joy as I felt him slide into me for the very first time. I didn't want it to ever stop. We had stashed away twenty four jonnies and in the week long holiday we used them all. I did stay in a B&B, every night and in the morning after the earliest possible breakfast I went to the camp site and got into the sleeping bag with Neville. Mum never asked to see the B&B receipt but I have it to this day.
After the holiday there was no stopping us and the back seat of the little car got well used. We had a place we used to go, very quiet. We always ended up there no matter what we had been doing. One night Neville was teasing my pussy, getting me nice and wet and I had got his willy out making him nice and hard when I noticed a movement at the window. Somebody was watching us through the steamed up glass! My whole body tingled with excitement. It didn't even cross my mind that I should be upset. I didn't mention it to Neville either I just tried to climb onto his stiff cock. We were getting quite proficient at fucking in the little car but it was always a struggle. Once in position I started to get my tits out for Neville to play with them, we both enjoyed that. I always looked out for our Peeping Tom after that and if he was around I tried to give him a show.
Months later the store-man where Neville worked, and where we got our rubbers, wanted to sell his car. A great big Austin Westminster with a big, comfortable back seat. Perfect for fucking. It was quickly christened up in our quiet place. I was able to put on quite a show for Peeping Tom.
We hadn't had 'Parliament' for more than a few months when I was laying on the back seat, legs wide and tits fully on display waiting for Neville to slip inside when he paused "Your friend is here!" he announced then pushed his cock into me for the first of many times that evening. "Let's give him a proper show!" I put my ankles behind him and pulled him on board. My God how he fucked me that night. The windows got so steamed up Neville wiped them clear so PT could watch more easily.
On the way home much later, he admitted that he had spotted PT long before I had and he didn't say anything as he wanted to see how I reacted when I noticed him. Then he said "You are a rude girl! I think I'll have to marry you before somebody else steals you away!" I think that was a very romantic proposal and following day we told Mum we were getting married. She looked very relieved but also a little worried. I told her not to worry, I wasn't pregnant!
The next time we saw PT watching Neville wound the window down a couple of inches. After a while it was fully down but he never put his hands inside or attempted to touch or join in. He watched, we enjoyed and he was the witness at our wedding.
Our wedding was a very simple affair. Julie was my Maid of Honour, married to the Best Man. She said she was too old to be a Brides Maid. On the night before she helped me get things ready.
"Shaved your legs?" she asked. "Yes!" I replied.
"Shaved your pussy?" she questioned.
I looked at her. I had trimmed my pussy because it looked nice and Neville enjoyed it but I had not considered shaving it. "No, do you think I should?"
"Men love smooth pussy! Trust me, I know these things!" she announced then continued, "C'mon, into the bathroom I'll show you how to do it." As she shaved me she told me how to get the best finish then right out of the blue she asked, "Do you spit or swallow?" I must have looked puzzled because I was. "You suck his cock?" it was more a statement than a question. I nodded, too embarrassed to say 'yes'. "So, when he cums in your mouth do you spit it out or swallow it?"
"He never cums in my mouth! I just make him nice and hard so we can fuck." I think I surprised myself with my candour. Julie wasn't at all put out.
"Tomorrow morning Neville will make you his wife, the biggest compliment any man can give a woman. It is said that men want their wives to be angels in the kitchen and whores in the bedroom. That's so wrong! Men want their wives to be able to cook and whores everywhere and anywhere. Tomorrow night you must show him you are very happy to be his whore. Suck him off and swallow every last drop! And lick him clean after you have fucked! Always do that and he will never stray."
The best piece of advice I ever received!
Regrettably Neville passed in early October. Actually this past year has not been good for our little road what with Neville going and the two Asian gentlemen down the road loosing their wives. Young Andy, across the road, lost his wife of forty something years only a few weeks after I lost my Neville. I wasn't looking forward to my first Xmas alone.
On Xmas Eve I faced the prospect of the next few days alone, searching the TV channels for programs that I hadn't already seen far too many times. I decided to go shopping for windows. I didn't need anything I just needed somebody to talk to. A shop assistant, an old acquaintance, anybody? I took the bus but it had only gone a few hundred yards when I saw Young Andy, striding out headed in the direction of town.
