Lonely Mature Ch3
Alexis' story.
My name is Alexis and you will have heard of me in chapter two of this series, but I thought I'd tell you the story of my unadventurous sex life from my side.
I married very young and my husband and I discovered sex together. He was my first and I was his, of that I'm certain. He had, what I now know as, a very low sex drive. We were very fond of each other at the start, but extremely naïve. It may have been a cultural thing or just that we were very strictly brought up.
Sex, so my husband thought, was the necessary precursor to having children. It was a baby making process, not a recreational activity and I thought this was normal. In fact I was a little concerned about how it made me feel. I never told my husband, but when he did it to me it made me feel good. I quite liked the feeling of being full and, to be honest, I was a little ashamed of it.
My husband was also very shy about sex and he often apologised for his 'lustful behaviour' after one of our rare sex sessions. To give you some idea of how unusual we were, I was still a virgin on the third day of our honeymoon.
It only ended then because we retired to bed after a couple of drinks and nature took over, finally his 'lustful behaviour' overcame whatever block he had about sex. I remember so well that first time he penetrated me. It was pitch dark, there was a lot of fumbling and, surprise surprise, in it went. It didn't take long. A few ups and downs, a warm wet feeling between my legs, and I was a woman!
He, of course, apologised profusely and I didn't like to tell him that it had given me a warm, snuggly, feeling. When our honeymoon ended and we settled into our daily life together, we usually had sex about once a week, always in the dark, and almost always followed by an apology. By this time the sex act was taking a little longer and I was really ashamed of how good it made me fell. I felt happy, full, and eager for more, but didn't dare tell him.
Our hang ups were so severe that in all the time we were married we only saw each other naked a handful of times. Once, as I came out of the shower, thinking he was somewhere else, I walked into the bedroom naked. The shocked look on his face was only matched by the haste I with which I covered myself.
On another occasion I barged into him in the shower, he was standing facing the door and had obviously just finished, what I now know as, masturbating. There was semen all over one wall and he was stroking his penis slowly as it subsided after his ejaculation. Neither of us ever mentioned the incident again!
Is it any wonder the marriage didn't last! My husband was so hung up about sex that he preferred to masturbate rather than give in to his 'lustful feelings'. After the divorce I lost all interest in sex for many years as I threw myself into my career. That was until I met Jill.
Meeting Jill quite literally changed my life. She was at least ten years older than me, and so worldly wise. She talked openly about how much fun sex could be and, as our friendship grew, she confided to me that she had an open marriage. I was so naive that I had to get her to explain what an open marriage was.
My eyes opened for the first time! Sex could be fun! Sex outside marriage could be fun! Sex with more than one lover could be fun! And the snuggly feeling I got during sex was normal and could lead on to much greater things. You have to remember, at this stage in my life, I had never had an orgasm and my snuggly feelings were only part of the build up.
Jill and I often discussed sex, partly because I knew so little about it and partly because she revelled in it, was so open, and so prepared to discuss even the most intimate details. I envied her.
One evening, after more wine than I usually drink, she told me, in graphic detail, about her new lover and his oral skills. I had never had oral sex, let's face it I hadn't had much sex full stop. I probed, she answered, and in a drunken moment I mentioned that I wished I could find someone to initiate me into the delights of oral sex.
That was it! Jill said that she'd talk to her lover whom she described as being a bit older than her, quite shy, but a very considerate lover. I was mortified, a woman of my age doesn't go touting for sex, let alone oral sex. What would he think of me.
Jill was great, she put my mind at rest by describing their first meeting in some detail. How she had met him and nearly dragged him off to the hotel where she had virtually raped him. Oh to have that confidence! To undress a man and then strip in front of him, both fully knowing where this was leading: mutually satisfying sex. What had I been missing?
I resolved there and then, somewhat influenced by the second large glass of wine, that if he would do it to me, I would agree. Jill gave me lots of tips about what to wear, how to look and best of all how to present my attributes to best advantage. This included a trip to the spar to have myself waxed.
"Can't I just trim or even shave?" I enquired.
"Certainly you can, but have you ever been waxed?"
"No."
"Well you won't believe how sexy it makes you feel. Ok it smarts a bit while she's waxing you, but afterwards the feeling is divine. Even getting dressed almost becomes a sexual act."
I screwed up my courage, made an appointment to get my pubic area waxed. This was a whole new experience for me. Very few people have ever seen my vagina and here was a girl, well at my age a thirty something is a girl, and she was about to rip out every last hair that's been hiding it for the last thirty years. To say I felt exposed would be a huge understatement.
Jill was right, it did smart. The warm wax being applied was pleasant enough, then she took a strip of cloth and pressed it into the hot wax, let it cool and solidify. Still no problem, but when she ripped it off, ouch! She then immediately pressed the affected area firmly with her free hand to reduce the flow of blood and the pain. This again was a new experience. My naked, nearly hairless, vagina being handled by someone else.
More was to come. When she was finally satisfied with the waxing process, she took a pair of tweezers to pull out the last few stragglers. This was a lot less unpleasant than it sounds, actually quite tingly, almost sexy, but having a stranger manipulate my vaginal lips was most strange. Finally the process ended but not before she had taken a hand full of soothing balm and massaged it into, yes, the whole area!
I now felt completely different down there and even my panties felt much more sexy, they rubbed me in a really quite enjoyable way, the whole experience had been a sensory overload. When I got home I could hardly wait to inspect her handiwork. I ran a bath and stripped off. Standing in front of my mirror was something of a surprise. I saw bits that I hadn't seen since I was about twelve years old and I liked it. This was the new beginning, the beginning of the sexually aware Alexis.
Jill and I met up shortly after the waxing and she just came straight out with it. I think one of her expressions was strike while the iron is hot.
