This is about the first time I made love to my wife, Sara, which ended up being her first time. She 3 and was renting the cottage behind my house and was going to college to get her teaching credential. All I can say is she was so incredible and sexy that I couldnt stand it! Raven hair & ruby lips – just like the song.
We had a bad freeze and the water main to the cottage burst so I let her stay in my house after she asked. Not that she had to ask, mind you.
The damage to the cottage was pretty bad and ended up taking three months to fully repair. And I took advantage of the situation to get closer to Sara.
I stopped charging her rent while she was living in the house in exchange for her doing some of the housekeeping. Sara is a gifted cook and I got used to her cooking in short order (!). Sara also gradually got more comfortable around me as I got more UNcomfortable around her!
This one night she came home all stressed out and ended up taking six Nytol (which I didnt know about) and passed out on the lazy boy in my living room. I just guessed she was exceptionally tired and I picked her up to carry her up to her room. She had locked her bedroom door to keep the workmen out (we had caught one snooping around) and I had no idea where the key was. I was actually pretty happy about that because now I had a valid excuse for taking her to my own bed.
She woke up a bit when I put her on the bed and I asked her if she didnt mind sleeping with me and she said sure and then (!!!) she just sits up and pulls off her top, drops her bra, and slips her pants and panties off in one almost choreographed manoevre! Then she gets in the bed and then, boom!, passes out again.
I had no problem getting naked and getting into bed with her figuring that this was her idea, right? I talked to her for a while and realized she dead to the world and then I tried to be chivalrous for a while before I gave in and dared to touch her magnificent naked glory. She was warm and smooth and flawless and I had all I could do to stop myself from hopping on her right then.
Maybe an hour or so went by and I worked up the nerve to kiss her on the lips and she stirred and kissed me back! I was so much in Heaven I can’t even tell you! I was so turned on by her gentle kisses and her soft hands lightly caressing me. My nerve and my cock were in full agreement when I eased myself on top of her lithe little body and felt her warmth and her soft breasts against me.
My ex was a big girl, as British women can be, and I had always dreamed of making love to a petite woman and here I was having my very fantasy delivered.
We were having the most luscious kisses as I eased myself back and forth between her pussy lips. She was sort of dry at first but a series of very patient probings and partings got her juices flowing. I slipped it in a ways and then only got so far when I got stopped and I wondered if (stupid me) I was doing it right or what? I made a few tentative humps and then decided to just see what would happen if I pushed a little harder.
I felt something give as I slipped into her body and she stirred and made a little noise which I took as a good sign that she was enjoying this. I got myself to the back of her pussy and just held it there and savored the moment and then it occurred to me that Sara could be a virgin. I felt around for evidence and found none so I took up a slow and steady pace of making love to this wonderful blessing in my bed and in my arms.
Patience was what this was all about to me. I’d slowly drive myself all the way into her lovely depths and then just as slowly retreat. A few times I pulled out all the way just so I could build up my excitement and then thrill to having her body as I plunged right back in to claim her glory anew.
Her kisses were lovingly soft and gentle and I was enraptured by her full embrace of my mind, body, and soul. Should I have died at that moment my life would have been perfectly complete.
My patience had started to wear thin and I could feel that familiar urge building in my loins calling me to pound away, but I held back and continued my pace until I could bear it no more. I deliberately drove myself as far as I could into her depths and held myself there as several streams of my spunk spasmed themselves against the gates of Sara’s womb.
My revelry lasted for quite a while as I simply relished the aftershocks of my pleasure. But this was not all for me. I returned to Sara to sate my desire twice more before I succumbed to my physical and spiritual exhaustion. Sleep ultimately overtook me in spite of my desire to further explore the angel beside me.
I awoke in the morning and found Sara had rolled over during the night and her glorious and perfect behind now awaited my attentions. My loyal member sprung right to attention and I soon buried myself into her now familiar glory. I love taking a sleeping woman from behind and I shot off my spunk in scant minutes.
Reluctantly, I left Sara to her sleep and showered and prepared for another Saturday of hammering and working on the cottage.
It was maybe three that afternoon when I came in and found Sara still in bed but awake. She asked me why she was in my bed and looked at me with horror as I related the events of the night to her. Indeed, she was a virgin and I had taken no ‘precautions’ in what now turned out to be a serious indiscretion.
That I secretly did not regret at all.
There were tears, shouts, accusations, and yet more tears as we talked about our predicament. Sara decided in her tears that it should all be a mistake to soon be forgotten and with that she took to the shower.
Our relationship was very strained over the next six weeks.
She finally forgave me for my claiming her body rationalising that her abuse of the sleeping pills initiated the problem. We were at least civil to each other and our old patterns began to surface again, yet the undercurrent of intimacy remained.
Not long after my redemption I awoke one morning to hear Sara retching in her bathroom, the apparent victim of either a stomach flu or food poisoning. I overcame her immediate objections and we were promptly on our way to the doctor.
As is probably obvious to you, dear reader, Sara was not afflicted with a malady of the viral variety. She was to be the mother of my first child.
We informed her parents in Cheyenne and her father swore an oath that he would, “hang your balls”, from the rearview mirror of his pickup truck. By the time I met the chap Sara and I had already married in Las Vegas and she was showing.
That I was being honorable smoothed things over with him.
I cannot be happier now that I have the most wonderful and loving woman for a wife, a beautiful daughter, and that my indiscretion turned out so well. Instead of the messy court case it may well have become.
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