This is a true story. I hope it will encourage someone's marriage and sex life.
Joyce and I were both raised in conservative, moral homes and we shared the same views on just about everything. We were a perfect match and wasted no time deepening our relationship. We were both virgins when we met, I was 20 and she was barely 18. We dated for about 10 months before our wedding and intended to wait till we were married to have sex. That didn't happen. Within a few weeks of our January engagement we were doing some serious making out in my truck, almost every night. We'd usually start out just talking, then kissing and then before we knew it, her top would be off, I'd be sucking hard on her perfect little less-than a-cup boobs, and my fingers would be deep in her soaked, hairy pussy. A short time later we had progressed to oral pleasures, thinking this would satisfy our sexual needs at least till the wedding. Needless to say it didn't. By our 3rd month we were fucking like rabbits.
This passion carried over into our marriage. In fact, our sex life was awesome and only seemed to get better for the next 12 or 13 years and the birth of our three kids. I had a great job and was making buckets of money and things were great, at least I thought they were. All the money allowed Joyce to stay home and homeschool our kids. The down side to the great job was it required a lot of my time and most of my energies. Our sex life was still good, but had become just fucking. Though the physical needs were met, Joyce's emotional needs were not. As she watched many of her friends succeed in their careers, she began to believe that as a wife and mom her life wasn't interesting. So, she began chatting online a lot and role-playing the successful mom with a busy career and always on the run. I knew about the chatting and role-playing but seen no harm in it.
After a few months, I begin to notice a change in Joyce. She was buying stylish and flattering new clothes and going out a couple of nights a week with her friends. I liked the change. She seemed to have gotten her self esteem back and it was paying dividends! She almost always came home horny as a $2 whore and practically rape me. It seemed we had the passion back in our sex life! The only thing that seemed odd was she no longer wanted me to go dawn on her. At first, I thought this was weird because she loved getting eat out. As I have already stated, we learned the joys of oral sex in the early months of our relationship and it had only gotten better over the years. I didn't give it a lot of thought and openly accepted her excuse for the reduced tongue-time which was, she was so horny and wet already and just wanted to fuck. What husband would question that?
This pattern went on for several months and seemed to get better and better. In fact, it was like a dream come true! Joyce had always had an appetite for sex but now she was starving for it! One night she came in from a night out with the girls to find me on the couch, naked, watching TV. (We have always been home nudists so this was the norm.) She barely sad hello but immediately slid her panties off from under her skirt, sucked me hard and crammed my meat into her dripping cunt. God it was good! After several minutes we rolled out onto the floor, her on her back, legs spread, high heels and thigh-high stockings, her freshly fucked pussy glistening, I just couldn't resist. I went down on her and before she knew it I was chin-deep in her glorious snatch! Immediately she tensed up and almost broke my neck with her thighs, but I kept on licking. After a few minutes she relaxed and I ate her out to two quivering orgasms and then fucked her to a third and filled her neatly trimmed hot hole with a huge load of cum. That was possibly the best sex we'd ever had and even better, for some reason for that night on she wanted me to eat her out again. In fact, the very next night out with the girls she came through the basement where i was working on my old hot rod. I was under the car on a creeper when I heard the door and her high heels clicking across the concrete floor. I said, "Hi baby, how was you evening?" She replied that she had a good time but was wanting my tongue. I was surprised as hell when I felt her tug at my ankles, pulling me from under the car and almost immediately straddled my face with her pantiless crotch! God she tasted so good! She came in my mouth almost instantly! Afterward, we fucked all over the basement for nearly an hour before I blew my load deep in her pussy.
After we caught our breath, I asked where her panties were? She said they were in her purse. She told me she had taken them off while out with the girls and had masturbated in a public restroom. The story made he hard again and she immediately rewarded my hard cock with her wet mouth. She sucked me to the point I was about to shoot a load down her throat. Sensing I was about to blow my load she stood, turned and backed onto my cock doggy style. Her cunt was still oozing from the cum I had shot in there just moments before. My cock easily slid in and in minutes I was gushing another load into her hairy, cum-filled gash! Joyce didn't have any taboos about cum at all. Over the years I had shot loads over every inch of her hot body and in her mouth, where she swallowed every drop. However, she had a fetish for creampie. She loved to have a cunt full of cum. Once on a hiking trip, we fucked about 6 times and each time she had me cum inside her and she'd immediately pull her panties and shorts up to keep as much as possible inside her pussy. By the 6th time she looked as though she'd been gang banged! God it looked good!
Like the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. On one of her girls night out, she came in clearly disturbed, almost trembling. She told me she had something to tell me that was going to hurt me. I held her hand and assured her that whatever it was, we'd work through it. She told me how she had met a man in a chat room and became buddies. She said, he had told her that he was older and that his wife had died and that he was lonely for a friend to talk to. She had felt sorry for him and they developed a close friendship. Little did she know that he had been taking notes and gathering enough information to know where we lived, my place of employment, where we went to church, even where she shopped. One afternoon she had taken the kids out to do the grocery shopping and out of nowhere he walked up and hugged her. At first she was very uncomfortable, but he assured her it was OK and that he was passing through town and just wanted to meet her and say hi. He left, no harm done. Their friendship grew and the gifts became more personal and before long he had convinced her to come to his motel room, that he had something special for her but had forgotten to bring it to dinner. She reluctantly agreed. When she got to his room, sure enough there was a gift-wrapped box on the bed. She opened it to find an expensive but somewhat conservative negligee It was full length and sheer but also had a robe with it that made it less easy to see through. She thanked him but expressed her concern for where their friendship was heading and also wondered how she would explain the new nightie to me.
