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I wish I could impress on everyone just how 100% true this is. You won’t believe me. But it is. Every word. (Except her name) Skip to the TLDR below if you must but the l context is important. So enjoy.
My wife, Kate, and I were both raised very conservative and religious. We lost our virginity to each other on our wedding night, and we found out very quickly that we were completely incompatible sexually. I, literally, wouldn’t keep my hands off of her. I was always grabbing at her, rubbing on her, and I always wanted to fuck. She didn’t really like any of that, and simply had no sex drive at all. The first week we were married, we had sex twice. It was my worst nightmare. We were literally newlyweds having roughly ten minutes per week of the most boring sex imaginable.
I tried **so** many times to get some fire started. Anything that might get her excited but she was so traumatized by the ‘purity training’ from that fucking church that every time I tried to push her limits even a little she would get uncomfortable. She was very self-conscious of her body in general, but she was particularly embarrassed of her labia. She didn’t like me going down on her and even when she’d allow it, she couldn’t let herself enjoy it. So ten minutes of missionary, once a week, was apparently what she considered my ‘marital due’, and that’s what she owed me.
As miserable as it was, divorce wasn’t even an option until we finally got out of that fucking church almost five years later. We started going through the process, spent some time apart, but eventually decided to give it another try. We really did love each other, after all. That should be enough. But it wasn’t. We hit another rough patch less than a year later. This time we decided we’d continue living together, but we’d be free to see other people. So, we both started dating. We were still young, and it wasn’t difficult to meet people for dates or even casual sex.
Obviously, Kate would have no trouble at all sowing her wild oats if only she wanted to. She was 24 years old, five foot five, and thicc in a really good way. DD tits and a bubble butt. Blue eyes, long brown hair with just a little curl at the end. Very pretty, and, after five years of sexless marriage, she wasn’t technically a virgin, but certainly still had that new cunt smell.
To this day, I have no idea what happened, but something switched on inside her. She went from once a week with me to adding a new guy practically each week. Most didn’t last, but the ones she liked she’d collect like Pokemon. At one point, she had four different guys ‘on-call’ for casual sex, and her total body count quickly passed a dozen. You could say her ‘purity pledge’ was definitely out the window. At first I was devastated and deeply hurt. My wife who for five long years had shown me nothing but rejection, was suddenly spreading her legs for every guy with a hard on. But, at the same time, I was actually really excited for her. It was the first time I’d seen her show the least bit of enthusiasm for sex, and it was amazing to see that side of her.
Plus, after a few false starts, I had finally started seeing someone, Angie. She was about five years older, but had blue eyes, long brown hair, and a body type remarkably similar to Kate’s. It was nothing serious, but she was very sweet and very sexual. She’d flirt with me when I’d grab her ass, and she’d let me lay my head on her tits when we watched a movie. Oh, and she really liked to fuck. A lot.
After a few more weeks Kate met Michael, and started seeing him a lot, and then seeing him exclusively. At least once or twice a week she’d spend an evening with him for what I assumed was just typical boyfriend and girlfriend type stuff. And, of course given Kate’s recent track record, I assumed they were probably having a lot of sex.
Kate was smitten. I could always tell when she was going to see him because she was literally giddy with excitement the whole day, and she’d come home late, absolutely blissful. Anytime one of them would have to cancel for any reason she was visibly disappointed and she was mopey the rest of the day. He was fully aware of our living situation, and it seemed, to me at least, that they were getting pretty serious. I didn’t pry. She was happy. I still loved her very much even if we weren’t ‘in love’ anymore and, more than anything, I just wanted her to be happy. I had my own thing going on with Angie.
One random Sunday, several weeks later, we were both home together. It was almost noon, but we both had just gotten up. Kate was acting weird. Like she needed to talk to me but didn’t know how. I honestly thought she was about to tell me she was moving in with Michael. I made her an iced coffee the way I knew she liked it, walked it over to her, and sat down on the other end of the couch. I asked how her date had gone the night before.
“Fine,” she replied. She took a sip of the drink I’d made for her, stared down at it a moment stirring it slightly with the straw, before looking up with just a hint of distance in her eyes.
“You okay?” I asked her.
“Do you still love me?” she asked.
“I’ll always love you.” I didn’t intend this to sound sentimental. It was just a simple statement of fact, but it hit Kate like a punch to the gut.
Kate’s beautiful blue eyes instantly turned glassy. I’ve never been able to abide her tears. I moved to her and took her in my arms pulling her in tight. “Hey, it’s alright. Whatever it is, we’ll make it better. Talk to me. Did somebody hurt you?” As smitten as she’d been with Michael I had been really worried for some time that he’d break her heart.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she pushed my back into the couch and straddled my lap. She kissed me just once, very gently as if it was a test. She paused, her lips just an inch from mine. She wanted to know how I’d respond, if I would kiss her back. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. She pulled off her top. She wore nothing underneath. For the first time in many weeks I put my face between my wife’s magnificent bare breasts. I kissed her flesh and inhaled the scent of her body. She still smelled of sex from the night before. I hugged her tight, turning my head to the side and holding her close enough to hear her heart beating.
Kate took my hand and led me into the bedroom and we had the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life, to this day. We made love nine times over the next six hours. She came at least a dozen times, and the hottest words I’ve ever heard were that night. While we were fucking she said, “Don’t cum. Save it. I want you ready to go again.” In the past, Kate had always wanted me to just cum as soon as possible, so she could be done for the week. But by the time we were done the sheets were soaked though and her hair was dripping with sweat. I had cum four times in all. She came at least a dozen times
I wasn’t even sure what had happened but we were instantly back together. Our sex life went from a 1 out of 10 to an 8. We had sex all over the house. In the kitchen, in the car, on the stairs. We’d have a quickie most days and spend a couple hours making love once every few weeks. And best of all, she finally knew what she wanted, and wasn’t too shy to ask for it. Things I had timidly tried in the past and had been soundly rejected were now being demanded by her. Rough sex, hair pulling, ass slapping, eating her pussy, eating her ass, fucking her mouth, anal, and every sexual position we could think of. It was the newlywed period we’d somehow skipped five years earlier.
Things got even hotter when I fully recognized that cuckolding is a **powerful** trigger for me sexually. It had started to come into focus during our ‘separation’ (more stories on that topic another time), but when Kate realized that she could still have her cake and eat it to things got really intense. She could have all the naughty adventurous sex that fueled her libido, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Anyway, one night years later we were sharing a bottle of wine and I asked her about Michael. This is what she told me.
TLDR:
What I had assumed were typical romantic evenings were actually just all night long fuck marathons.
Kate told me, “I don’t think there’s a single surface in his house where he didn’t fuck me at least once. On the bed, floor, couch, table, bar stools, stairs, car, shower, balcony, bathroom counter, kitchen counter, stove, everywhere. And in every position you can imagine. He was a military guy, and he was crazy strong. He’d toss me onto the bed like a rag doll. He’d control my body, making it do whatever he wanted. He’d sometimes pick me up and he’d fuck me standing up or maybe against a wall. One time, I was riding him on the couch when he suddenly stood up and carried me all the way up the stairway to the bedroom. He never even pulled out of me.” (To be clear, Kate is an extremely curvy and sexy woman but she in no way petite. This guy must have been seriously fucking jacked.)
She’d go straight to his house from work 1-2x per week. He had a ‘no panty rule’ which insisted she remove her bra and panties before leaving the office. So she’d show up wearing only her scrubs with nothing underneath. (She’s in healthcare.)
“But it didn’t matter, I was always naked two seconds after I walked through the door and never wore anything the whole time I was with him. Even when I’d stay the night. If I even put my panties back on, he’d have them off again 10 minutes later, if that. I tried to put my top back on the first time he was about to fuck me on his balcony. I was worried someone might see us, but he ripped it off half way through. Honestly, I couldn’t even think about that once we got started? I didn’t care who saw us. I’m sure any of neighbors could have seen me at any moment. Somebody probably did. I was totally nude, bent over the railing, trying not to moan too loud as I got absolutely pounded from behind.” She laughed out loud, “but I figured, ‘whatever it ain’t my house’.”
They’d have intense, passionate love making sessions lasting anywhere from 30-90 minutes at a time. When they weren’t fucking they’d lounge around his house naked. They’d snuggle, talk about their day, have dinner, watch TV, maybe take a little nap, until the anticipation overpowered one or both of them and their perpetually naked bodies would become entangled once more.
Sex with him was virtually just one long sustained orgasm, and she’d climax once about every 10 minutes. He would edge himself inside her, but he usually wouldn’t ejaculate except 3 or maybe 4 times over the entire course of the entire night. He’d cum once about half way through the evening and then every time the last 2 or 3 times they were planning to make love that night. I asked her where he would cum. “Usually he’d cum in the condom, while he was inside me. That was definitely his favorite. He liked to time it so we’d cum together, at the same time. But sometimes he’d cum in my mouth, and… he’d umm… well, he would kinda ‘make me’ swallow it… Sorry.” (She absolutely has never swallowed for me. To this day. Not once, not ever.)
“Made you swallow it? How?” I asked her. I was floored and tbh a little hurt.
“I don’t know. He just made me. Like, I couldn’t think about it. I just did it. Like, I remember this one time, he had me bent over the table. And… Oh god. I’m not sure I… Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes! Please. You have to tell me.” I pleaded.
Kate blushed and put her palm over her face. “Okay, but you can’t get mad. Okay?”
“Okay. I promise I won’t get mad.” I immediately replied. I was desperate to hear this.
She continued, “Okay. So, he had me bent over the table, and he was using one hand to pin both my arms behind my back and was pulling my hair really hard with the other. And he was, like, really smashing my tits hard against the table. He wasn’t always this rough, but sometimes… well… Anyway, it was like 11:30 and it was going to be probably the last time he fucked me that night before I had to go home, so I told him I was about to cum, so he could cum too. You know? He told me ‘not yet’, but I couldn’t help it. So, I came. A lot. Like, a crazy amount.”
“He stopped and pulled out of me and took off the condom. I figured maybe he had just cum too, and we were done so I tried to stand up, but he was still holding me down on the table by my hair. Anyway, I couldn’t really see what was going on back there, obviously, but he took the condom off. Then he slid it back into me, just for a few seconds, and kind of swirled it around for a second. And then he pulled it back out and, kinda, used it to wipe around my pussy. Like along the sides, sort of, cleaning it, you know? And I’m thinking, what the fuck, right? What is he doing? So, he’s still got a fist full of my hair in his other hand and he pulls me up off the table.”
“He turned me around and forced me down onto my knees in front of him, facing him. He’s still holding a fist full of my hair, and he put the tip of his dick against my lips and told me to open my mouth. And I look down, and his dick is fucking **covered** in pussy snot (her words). Like that thick white frothy shit, you know? And I **really** didn’t want to suck it, but I opened up anyway.”
“Holy shit,” I said involuntarily.
“I know. I’m sorry” she replied. We were really starting to rack up the tally of things she has refused to ever do with me. Just pussy to mouth was out of the question until pretty recently, much less this.
“I don’t know. I just closed my eyes and opened up my mouth. I kinda had to. I’m really sorry. Don’t be mad”, she said.
I wasn’t mad.
“So, he puts it in. Like, **all the way** in my mouth. It was all gooey and gross, but it was so fucking hot. Oh my god, seriously. I almost came again just sitting there on my knees.”
“So, I’m there with his snot covered cock in my mouth trying not to gag, and he tells me to, you know, suck him clean. And I’m thinking, ‘fuck this’ but I just started sucking. I still didn’t know he hadn’t cum yet and I’m just hoping that, if I do this, he’ll let me run somewhere and spit, right? But, no. He just starts fucking my mouth, which is now filled with about a gallon of pussy juices. But he’s still got me by my hair, right. So, there’s basically nothing I can do.”
“So, he’s fucking my mouth a for a little while, and I’m trying not to gag on this mouth full of goo, so I’m drooling all over myself. And now I realize he’s getting really close to cumming, and I’m thinking that when he cums there’s no way I’m not going to puke all over his carpet, right? But just as he’s about to cum he pulls out, and he yanks my head backward, so my face is pointed up, so I’m looking up toward the ceiling. And he blows his load some into my mouth but most just goes all over my face.
“Oh, c’mon!” I said playfully. She had, at that time, still never let me cum on her face before either.
Kate was laughing that giggly way she gets when she drinks. “I know. I’m sorry. I told you he made me do it. I didn’t even know he was gonna to do it. You can’t be mad, you promised.”
“So, he finishes cumming and, kind of, wipes the tip of his cock off on my lip, and then taps it on my mouth like he was shaking out the last couple drops. You know? I’m just sitting there with my mouth still hanging open trying not to drool, and then still holding my hair btw, he uses the knuckle on his free hand and sweeps the rest of his cum off my face and into my mouth.”
“Holy shit!” That was about the limit of my vocabulary at this point.
“Then he just, like, gently closed my mouth with his finger, and stood there staring down at me waiting. It was clear he wasn’t going to let me go until I swallowed it, so I choked it back and swallowed it. I had to.”
“Holy shit!” I repeated again.
My wife continued “He just had a way of making me do things. I honestly thought I was gonna puke every time, but, I don’t know, I liked it. It was weird.”
“‘Every time?’ What do you mean? He did this to you again?”
“Yeah, actually that wasn’t even the first time. It was just the hottest time.” she said coyly. My wife was just teasing me now. She was reveling in my obvious discomfort.
“So then you went home?” I asked her.
“Well, I had planned to. I had to be up for work in like six and half hours, but he helped me to my feet and he started kissing me. My face and tits were covered in goo so he took me into the shower with him and then we had sex two more times and fell asleep.” Kate laughed.
“You did the walk of shame?”
“No, not really. All my scrubs look the same and he washed them and my underwear for me. No one could tell, but I did have to steal a toothbrush from work the next morning. Are you mad at me?”
“Furious. Those toothbrushes are for your patients, Kate. But at least now I know how to get you to swallow.” I said.
Kate rolled her eyes, “nice try, but it doesn’t work like that with you.”
“Seriously? Great. Thanks. Sorry I’m not jacked like your sexy jughead boy toy.” I said, trying to sound like I was joking. I wasn’t.
Kate came over and straddled my lap. “It’s ‘jarhead’, stupid” she said softly. She leaned in and kissed me gently. “It’s not like that. It’s because when I’m with **you** I feel safe.” She said, as she lovingly stroked my balding head. “I mean, I was never afraid or felt like I was in danger with Micheal. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I, kinda, also knew that he could if he wanted to. There was a sort of remorselessness in the way he fucked me. He was just gonna use my body as he pleased before he sent me home.”
“But with you… It’s just…” Kate thought for a long moment. “I **know** you. When we make love it’s almost like we can read each other’s thoughts. I know you could never hurt me the way he could have.” She pulled her top over her head and unhooked her bra. “Not unless I ask you to.”
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