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STORY: Shy Young Wife, Complete (M/f, wife, noncons (?),etc.)

Part One

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Thanks.

A memoir/story - a reminiscence. I suppose it fits into the "wife watching"
category in a way - though I would never have thought of that until just
now. It's mostly just a remembrance...And it is my first post. 

Comments or questions are welcome....I can spot a flame a mile away, and I
don't read them before I trash them, so don't bother. Constructive
criticism is always welcome.

Shy Young Wife....Part One:
 
When I was 19, I became  involved with a woman much older than me whom I
had met at a social agency where we both volunteered. She was a woman in
her thirties, desperately hungry for experience, feeling stifled at
home...she was teetering on the brink of wildness, and as she took my hand,
she slipped and fell in.....it was glorious. She was a true madwoman, in
the best sense of the word.

Small in stature - only about 5' and around 105 pounds. She was pretty and
athletic, and her shyness was alluring to me. She was clearly interested
(another woman I was involved with there noticed that, and wasn't happy
about it - but that's another story) and seemed to enjoy the attention I
paid to her. But she knew me to be sort of a "dangerous" type, and she was
well on her way to a career as a Junior Leaguer with a nice, conventional
home life. I could see that she felt sort of "naughty" when I'd flirt with
her...but it was wonderful to see her blush and to hear her laugh.

One especially fine evening, when all of our clients had been seen  the
rest of the staff went to our favorite watering hole for beer and
conversation. P. and I stayed behind to close up, telling the others we'd
be along soon. As we worked, she mentioned that she'd never ridden on a
motorcycle before. I sensed she was giving me an opening, and I went with
it, emboldened by a recent experience with a married woman. I told her I'd
give her a ride, but that motorcycles are dangerous, especially with novice
passengers; she'd have to agree to do everything I said, or I'd take her
straight home, and she'd have to explain to her husband how she got home
without her car. She returned my smile and agreed, although I'm sure she
thought she was agreeing to do as I said purely with regard to our ride and
the motorcycle. Safety first, don't you know.

I took her to a favorite spot of mine....relatively deserted, romantic,
overlooking the river. Not a soul around that night. We got off the bike,
and I took her in my arms and kissed her. She melted at first - a passivity
I found strangely arousing...and then she really came alive, sucking my
tongue and pressing her tight little body against me. I took her long
blonde hair in my fist and pulled her head back....not roughly, but firmly.
She gasped, but it was clear that she liked it. I shoved my tongue deep
into her throat as I held her head back like that, and with my free hand, I
loosened her slacks. My hand quickly found her pussy - it was sopping! I
pushed aside her panties and slid two fingers into her as she moaned into
my mouth, her tongue now battling with mine.

She was soon humping my hand in a slow rhythm and clinging to
me....pressing her face to my neck...holding onto my leather jacket and
begging me to fuck her....I turned her around, bent her over the seat of my
bike, and began to slide her panties down. Her ass was firm and warm under
my hand. Suddenly she reached back and pushed my hand away. She turned and
stood up. There I was with my cock busting my jeans and she had suddenly
changed her fucking mind, thereby totally wrecking mine!

"I can't," she said, "I just can't do this to my husband....I just can't. I
thought I could, and I really want to, but I can't. I'm sorry....." Tears
spilled in the moonlight. Christ.

I thought for a moment as she sniffled and tried to catch her breath, and
then said simply, "Fine. I'll take you home."

 "Please just take me to my car," she whispered.

 "Nope. Deal's a deal. You're going home."

When we got to her house - a huge stone place in our city's finest
neighborhood - we climbed off the bike. I was a man with a plan. Adrenaline
became a factor.  I had gunned the engine loudly as we arrived, and it had
had the desired effect. I could see him peering out one of the ground floor
windows. 

"Thanks," she said softly. No eye contact.

 "I'll walk you to your door," I said. There was alarm in her eyes now, and
plenty of eye contact.

"No, please - it'll be ok....there's no need."
 
"But I insist....it would be my pleasure"

At the door, we were out of sight of the windows. I took her in my arms and
pressed my thigh between hers, letting her feel my cock against her leg,
pressing myself against her pussy. I held her tight, squeezing her ass, and
sliding my fingers down toward her pussy from behind. Then I pressed the
fingers of my other hand against the mound of her pussy in front, and
rubbed her clit through her jeans...just a few quick, hard, circular
strokes. My tongue thrust into her mouth as she struggled for a
moment....then melted again....I abruptly broke our embrace and rapped the
knocker. She turned to get her keys out, and was fumbling for them when her
husband opened the door.

Continued in Part Two ... Comments to Mick at
benedictaSPAMFREE@anon.nymserver.com - But delete the uppercase part.

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Shy Young Wife, Part Two:

I realize now that I was one crazy son-of-a-bitch in those days. I smiled
real wide and introduced myself as I followed her in, shaking hubby's hand.
Hale fellow, well met. 

Surreptitiously, I fondled P's ass as we stood there in the foyer. Hubby
was a good-looking guy, as one would expect. He wasn't sure what to make of
me. When he half-heartedly asked if I could stay for a drink, I said sure.
P glared at me as I smiled.

He went to get drinks and P showed me into a paneled library. "What are you
doing," she hissed in a strained whisper, "please don't stay....just go
before there's a scene...." I grabbed her and kissed her again. This time I
pinched and rolled her fat nipple as I tongued into her throat, and I felt
her small, strong body yielding to me as I pulled her up close. In moments,
she was pressing her pussy against my leg and breathing hard through her
nose....I whispered in her ear "Just go with it, babe...this is going to be
really good."

When Hubby came in with our drinks, I  took a long pull on the excellent
scotch as  P. went and stood next to Hubby. I set my drink on the large
desk and walked over to them. I took P's hand and pulled her to me...the
look of shock on Hubby's face was priceless....P was totally flustered.....

"Now just a goddamn minute," Hubby started to protest, but I dismissed  him
with a smile.

"You know where we've been tonight," I asked him as I led P over to the
sofa, "we've been up on F_____ Hill, and we weren't watching the moon rise."

I took her chin in my hand and took possession of her soft, full mouth. She
was trembling, and her trembling caused my hard cock to surge in my jeans
like a live animal. She stiffened against me at first, but then with a sigh
I felt her yield, and soon her tongue was seeking mine and her hands were
on my ass....

"Now just a goddamn minute," he said again, a little louder this time, as
he moved across the room toward us.

I broke our kiss and held her fast. Her hands did not leave my ass as she
pressed her face to my chest. "Shut the fuck up and sit down," I said
softly, pointing to a chair near the desk. "You're going to love this, I
think. And if not, well, it's going to happen anyway. At least this way
you'll know."

I returned to kissing his wife's hot, soft mouth as he stood there for a
moment, stunned, his eyes riveted to the sight of his petite wife in my
arms, sucking my tongue. Her kissing was becoming elaborate now....her
tongue was thrusting and writhing in my mouth, her lips were prehensile,
sliding wetly over mine, closing onto my tongue occasionally and drawing
back noisily...it made me think of her sucking my cock.

My heart crashed in my chest  as she became increasingly aggressive. My
hand  found her panties sopping wet, even wetter than they'd been on the
Hill. I moved her to the desk and sat her on its edge. We continued our
sloppy, noisy kissing as I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down
from her fine, ripe breasts. My rough hands gloried in the soft warm flesh
of this hot, hungry woman. I pressed my lips to her neck and burrowed my
tongue into the taut flesh there and she squirmed and groaned....I knew her
eyes must have locked with his over my shoulder by now. I pulled back from
her, and sure enough, she was gazing at her Hubby, her mouth slack, her
chest heaving. I think I chuckled as I undid her belt and the button of her
jeans with one hand as my other hand fondled her breast, pulling and
twisting at her nipple, seeking the rhythm that would be ours, the rhythm
that would be the meter of our fuck.

When her jeans were loose, she leaned back on the desk as she kicked off
her sandals, her palms flat on the leather blotter as I pulled her jeans
and panties down and off. She was a sight to behold. Under other
circumstances, I would have wanted just to gaze at her for a while, but
that would have to wait. This crazy thing we were doing had a momentum that
would brook no delays. Her legs were slender and smooth, they reminded me
of her hands and fingers, so delicate, yet strong. Pampered and perfect,
but capable.
 
This had begun as a casual, take-it-or-leave-it amusement, a dalliance, but
now I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her. Her sex was partially hidden
where she sat, but as she leaned back, it was revealed. Her pink lips
pouted out from thin, soft curls of blonde hair, and the smooth, white
flesh where the sun had not been was luminous against her slight, early
summer tan. Her feet were tiny and delicate, her toenails painted in a pale
pink.

It may have been the first time (and one of only a few times) when a
woman's beauty stirred in me a desire to degrade her, debase her, to sully
her pure perfection. I meant her absolutely no harm, but somehow my
affection and tenderness was touched with a desire to humiliate her. I felt
a wave of guilt, but even that, on this night, fed my fever. I wanted to
see this sweet, shy woman begging for my cock, begging and promising and
pleading to be fucked. 

"I'm sorry, D_____," she said breathlessly to her husband as I stripped her
jeans off and spread her knees. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....I just.....it's
just....oh, god, I don't know....I just have to....have to......"

My lips closed over hers again as I stood between her legs and drew her up.
I ripped her blouse open, which made her yelp into my mouth. I heard Hubby
behind me and to the side, where he sat. "P., please, what are you doing?
Why are you doing this? Why?" His voice was a whisper. He made no move to
rise from his chair. I ripped at the back of her bra until it came free as
she grabbed my ass in her hands and scooted forward, to bring her cunt to
the edge of the desk. "Undo my pants," I whispered to her as I tongued her
ear and stroked her nipples...she obediently fumbled with my belt until one
of my hands joined hers. When my jeans were open, she tried to go for my
cock , but I caught her wrist..."What are you going for in there, P_____,
huh, baby, what is it you want? Tell Hubby what it is you want...." I
placed her hand against the bulge in my jeans, and slid it along the length
of me.

"Oh, god, D______, he's big...he's as big as you are, D______. And he's so
hard, so hard.....I want his cock...I want it..."

As she spoke, I slid down. She leaned back again on the palms of her hands.
She was babbling now, one hand on the back of my head as I slid my tongue
over each nipple, alternately flicking, sucking and nipping. When I slid
down, trailing my wet tongue over her smooth belly, she knew my
destination. "Oh, god ... please.....no.....it's dirty....don't.... it's
so.....please, don't do it...." But her hand on my head was pushing me
farther down, urging me on....when at last I breathed into her downy pubic
hair, her fingers were entwined in my hair and she was virtually forcing my
face down and into her soupy, fragrant cunt.

"D_____? D______,"she cooed to her hubby as my tongue probed at the top of
her wet slit, parting her hair, and sliding over the hood of her clit.
"D_______? Oh, D______, he's going to do it....he's going to lick me there,
oh god, D______ , he's doing it...he's kissing my, my thing.......oh, god,
D______, OH GOD!! IT'S GOOD. IT'S SO GOOD! OH MY GOD!"

In only a few seconds, she came as I pushed my fingers into her. My other
hand on her nipple seemed to intensify her orgasm as she held onto my head,
pulling at my hair, humping herself up into my face.

 I slowed my licking and trailed my tongue down to replace my fingers in
her puss. Grinding my nose against her clit, I forced my tongue as far into
her as I could. Her taste and smell were peppery and sweet, a strange and
wonderful flavor; I drank the fluid that began to flow as she came again,
this time screaming as she lay flat on the desk.

I think she was still coming (she was certainly still twitching and
writhing) when I stood on shaky legs and moved her to the nearby couch,
practically tossing her onto her belly over the padded arm of it. Her feet
were still on the floor, but her legs were taught as I pulled my jeans
down, pulled off my boots, and abruptly pressed the wet head of my dripping
cock against her puss. Her husband just sat and watched, his chest rising
and falling heavily. With the fingers of one hand making wet circles on her
anus, and the other massaging her clit, I shoved my length into her in one
steady stroke. She was tight, but opened easily to me. Her heat sent a jolt
through my body.  I pressed deep into her cunt and neglected her anus only
to slap her firm, tiny asscheeks. I continued to slap her ass as I held my
cock deep inside her, and after a few swats, her ass was bouncing up and
down with my cock still impaling her. The sensation was unbelievable as she
ground her hips in circles, her puss lips gripping the embedded base of my
cock. I returned to massaging her asshole and clit and soon she was coming.
Leaning over her back, I turned her head to face her hubby..."Look, I said.
Look at him....look at what he's doing while I fuck you."

He had freed a very impressive cock from his khakis and was stroking
himself furiously. "Oh my god, D_____ how can you...." Another orgasm swept
over her, and she began to wail and thrash, all the while watching her
husband jerking off a few feet away. "Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." My
finger slid into her ass and I felt her delicious sphincter gripping me
rhythmically as she came.  I began to thrust into her, fast and hard and in
almost no time I felt myself ready to come. I withdrew from her sweet,
tight cunt, quickly flipped her over and straddled her chest before she
could collect herself to protest. I forced my cockhead into her mouth and
simply growled "Drink it!" I didn't push into her throat...I just filled
her small mouth with the plump head of my penis. Her hands instinctively
came up and held onto the stalk of it, and almost immediately I began to
spurt into her mouth. "Drink it, " I repeated. "Drink it..."

I threw my head back and staired into the chandelier as I screamed and the
peak of my orgasm surged up from my spine and balls. I filled her mouth
with semen and she noisily sucked and swallowed. I pressed my cock slowly
down into her throat as my orgasm subsided, then slowly withdrew. When at
last I looked down, she had her eyes closed and was licking and slurping,
her lips and cheeks streaked with my come. I just knelt there over her and
let her suckle. She cooed and moaned softy as she tenderly mouthed me. I
learned later it was her first blowjob.

I looked over to see Hubby holding his limp, wet dick in his hand, semen
all over his hand and his pants.

I stood and she just stayed there, making soft sounds, her eyes closed. I
brought her clothes over to her and pulled her up. "Get dressed," I said.
She pulled on the jeans, forgetting the panties. She slipped into the
ruined blouse and I handed her her purse and shoes. I buckled my belt and
tossed her panties to her husband and said "She'll be back tomorrow. And
I'll be back whenever."

I led her out  by the hand. Trancelike she followed, looking back once at
Hubby. Her blouse hung open and the slight breeze outside exposed her
breasts, but she paid no attention. I kicked over the engine and helped her
climb on behind me. She pressed her bare breasts against the leather of my
jacket, and we rode off.

We continued to get together regularly for about a year -  a few times in
her husband's presence, but usually not. She was a smart, funny, passionate
woman, but I only discovered that gradually over the course of the  year.

I left town about a year later to go to school. I hear they are still
happily married.

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