“Concentrate Stacey, concentrate” I say angrily to myself. No Kyleer what I did, what I was doing, those 4 words kept running through my head, disturbing my concentration on whatever task was at hand. I could be in the middle of teaching about the benefits of agriculture and those 4 words pop into my head. And every time I have to stop, find my notes on the desk and get back to my train of thought.
And I thank God for the invention of the panty liner. Those 4 words get my juices flowing and if it weren’t for those panty liners, then you could see a wet spot on my pants every time. And that would have been hard as hell to explain. I could be watching a movie, chatting with a friend, reading a book, grading test papers or anything else in the whole wide world and I can hear his voice in my head. And I always hear those 4 words.
Who would think that just a voice in your head that says 4 little words would have so much effect on a full grown women. But oh my god, you have no idea. Hearing that in my head just makes me want to rip off my panties and masturbate so furiously, that I have an orgasm in 10 seconds flat. But what those words really make me want to do is find him and find that wonderful cock of his.
God what a cock this man has. 5 inches or so in length, not overly thick and not overly thin. Almost perfect in other words. Perfect for me, for me and my pussy. I use to think that a big cock was it, was the best thing a girl could have, but he taught me right. A big cock holds no handle to his. Yeah, they might make you feel like you are going to split in 2, but this man can do things to a g-spot that makes me feel like heaven and earth are mine and mine alone. I remember the first night that he ever made love to, made me feel like the queen of the world. It was our wedding night.
That was such a long awaited night. Our wedding night. But it was such a superb wedding. My dress was wonderful and very sexy. White of course, with a very long train. That was the wonderful part. The sexy part was the top. It was a halter-top type dress, making it backless. I was so lucky to find that dress, it was the only one of its kind that was my size and I knew it was perfect the moment I saw it. Somewhat subtle and yet sexy, like me. My hair was lovely that day, I left it down, let them put spiral curls in it. It fell down my back, touching my skin, a feeling that I loved then and to this day. I always feel my sexiest for him when I am wearing a tank top, my hair falling down on my shoulders and my favorite pair of jeans. And my shoes that day, my aunt was so proud and I think he might have been a little embarrassed by it. I wore my good ole shit kickers, cleaned up and shining. I thought it was cute and I think he did too, but the city boy in him was a little unsure about it.
I think my parents were a little unsure about the whole thing, after all he was older then me, 13 years my senior. But he looked much younger then that and to me, his age didn’t matter, that’s not what I fell for. I fell for him who he was, who he is, and what he is to me: everything.
He wasn’t the best looking guy I had ever seen in my life, but he wasn’t the worst by any means. I had seen guys who made him look like he was a total god, and he was to me. He still is to me. We have been married for 5 years and he is my every thing. I love him more and more each day; there is no doubt about that. I had a hard time defending my relationship with him to my parents, but it was worth every fight and every screaming match.
First of course was, how we met. Just an innocent little hello, how are you on a bored day, where we were both hanging out in a chat room. I enjoyed talking to him so much, that I added him to my buddy list. And talk we did, about everything and anything. I teased him a little after I was comfortable just talking to him about my little secret, masturbation. Just hinting at the fact that I might do it sometime today, maybe tomorrow. We played with each on here other and then we moved onto more. Phone sex. Glorious phone sex. And he surprised me with that pleasant voice. It turned me on more then he ever knew, more then he will probably ever know. Especially when he got that lusty tone to it, especially when he was stroking his cock, listening to me moan as I played with my clit.
We were good together, always getting each other off. Most of the time he would be telling me the things to do, telling to me take off my clothes or rub my clit or put 3 fingers into myself. I amazed him the first time I ever talked him into cumming, telling him the things to think about like how he told me. And I like to think that I still amaze him to this day, like he still amazes me.
The second reason that my parents did not approve of him was because when we first met, I lived in Ohio and he lived in Iowa. Yes it did make things a little hard when we decided to try a relationship. Meeting half way sometimes, other times traveling out to see him for a couple of days and once in a great while, he would come to my area, as long as I didn’t tell my parents, we had a great time together. I think I enjoyed going to his mostly; we had the comfort of his house, compared to a hotel. After several of these visits, we decided that this was it, this was love. This is what we wanted, to be together, to be committed, to be married.
And so we did. I think we had the perfect wedding, with our friends and family all around us, joining in on the celebration that wonderful day in July. We both felt that a summer wedding would be good, to have an outdoor ceremony and reception. We ended up with a very lovely day for July, not too hot and not too warm. Everything that day was so spectacular. The dancing, the dancing was great. First our favorite slow song and then a few high speed, fast ones to really get our groove on! Dancing with him was always fun. And somewhat challenging for me to get use to. He was about an inch or so shorter then me, which wasn’t bad at all, but I did prefer guys that were taller than me. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like I was in love with him because of his height; it was because of him, who he was.
For some reason, my mom never understood that. She always told me that I could do better. But how could I?? I loved him and I couldn’t love anyone else. Even if some other guy other there was a perfect match for me, I could never love him. So I had to teach my husband a few things and he had a small adjustment to go through, to get use to living on a farm. But he did it. He did it for me because he loved me. And that was his way to prove that he was mine. That he was my Kyle and no one else’s.
As soon as our reception was over, we went to a 5 star hotel in the next town over. Just to get a change of scenery. Because this time things would be different. This time, we would be going all the way. When we first met, one of the things that I told him was that I wanted to wait until marriage until I had sex, but that I was willing to play around in dating. He took that to heart and I think that’s something that made me love him more. When we were having our fun while we were dating, no matter what I did, what I wore or how much I begged him to fuck me, he wouldn’t do it. He knew I wanted to, but he wanted me to wait, I think because he knew how important that vow was to me. I also believe that he didn’t think he was going to marry me, so he wouldn’t take me. But that night, he was going to have me, to take me, to make me a non-virgin. To make me his non-virgin. To make me his full-fledge slut.
I had a surprise for Kyle that night. He thought I was going to come out wearing a white teddy or some other piece of sexy lingure. But I surprised him. I could remember him telling me that what he though was sexy on a woman, what was sexy for her to wear for him. A somewhat long, white cotton t-shirt, that just covered her ass and pussy. When she moved, it moved and you could see what was underneath. That is what I wore for him that night. For me, he wore my favorite silk boxers. Black, some what form fitting, showing off that incredible ass of his. We actually had seen each other in the outfits before, but we both knew what was ahead and that made it different. And it was what we had both been craving for, for a very long time.
I sat beside him on the bed, taking him in my arms and kissing him, kissing my husband. We look into each other’s eyes, our foreheads resting on each other’s. Brushing my hair from my face, he asks me “ Did I tell you how exquisite you look today? How beautiful you look now? How happy you make me? You really do Mrs. Kyle Allan Bailey.”
“As do you Mr. Kyle Allan Bailey. You were wonderful today. But you always are, but just extra special today.”
