Married (sex) Life #2

Reader, this is the second installment of a true recollection of our married sex life which is pretty standard except for the highlights I write about here. We are Tom and Kate - for our history, see #1 preceding this!

Anyway, we have been married 30 years and have had a number of wonderful sexy experiences which all started way back at University in Scotland. Kate and I met in 1985 as two keen Freshers in different halls of residence. We met at a typical student pub among a large crowd of other English private school types. In those days it was all Barbour and corduroy and rugby etc. I played rugby as a flanker for the University and it was at a club night out that i met Kate. She lit up the room with her luminous smile and infectious laugh.

Kate and I hit it off from the moment we met -- naturally, being 19 all I wanted to do was explore the contents of her knickers, but I did learn that she was a lovely, warm, sweet and sensuous girl with a strong sporty side. She did have very high expectations on how she should be treated -- quite right! -- and approached life as something to enjoy, to revel in and to do well by everyone. Fairness is her guiding value. But, with perky boobs, tight butt, freckled tan and dirty blond sun kissed hair, she was a wow! Our first meeting was in a pub, with me trying to ditch the rugby team to cop off with this gorgeous West Country (Devon) girl. Sadly, shaking off the rugger boys was impossible, and as she and her smile melted into the crowd again, I only managed to agree for a coffee sometime.

We did have that coffee and several more and soon saw a lot of each like 19 year olds do, working up to making a move. I was always a bit slow off the mark but I was never sure whether Kate wanted to be friends or "be friends"! Anyway, naturally I took her to one of the balls at University that we used to have in those days and had a cracking night. She looked wonderful in her 1980's Taffeta ball dress and I managed to dance with her most of the night despite a lot of attention from elsewhere.

Anyway, both a bit pissed, I walked her back to her hall, with a massive hard on in my dinner jacket trousers. Well, back in her room, we tried to make tea, but I remember the proximity to her lovely ass and the scent of her perfume (Giorgio Beverly Hills for you 80's kids) soon emboldened me to take hold of her and declare my love. While I stumbled to express myself, she just laughed and closed her mouth over mine and our first snog rapidly got out of hand.

I recollection is vague now, except that she was alarmingly wet when I worked my hand inside her knickers (lovely floral Roses, I do remember) and she moaned into my mouth as I fingered her, slipping two digits inside and rubbing furiously. In return, she rubbed the outside of my trousers so hard I almost came with that hair trigger teenage boys have. We stripped is seconds and her knickers firmly still on we set to the heaviest petting ever.

Eventually, Kate worked her way down my body to my straining dick and started to lick it then got into the idea of sucking me and closed her mouth over my bellend, and which I erupted losing my load explosively. She was startled like a stunned rabbit and then jet after jet spurted the full length of my body and shot myself in the eye! I was very embarrassed but she delightfully laughed and spluttered and coughed and I think at that moment decided she did not like a mouthful of cum! Kate broke my embarrassment my then wiping the stream of cum all over me, giggling and drawing pictures in the jizz. It set the tone for the evening.

Twenty minutes and a cup of tea later, I was shamefacedly thinking of leaving, when Kate asked if we should try again. Back on the bed, I now had bags of confidence having cleared both barrels and started to thoroughly snog her and went down on her for the first time, trying to recall what Cosmopolitan said about giving good head to a girl. It worked and she was bucking like crazy, grinding her stubbly pubes into my face. I don't, really recall much, until I found myself massaging her labia with my dick and slipping it wetly up and over her mound and erect clitoris.

She was in rapture, red faced, glowing hot and wet. She lifted her knees and with the next pass my dick slid into her all the way up to the hilt in one easy motion. Memory is hazy but she was my first and I loved the hot tight sensation and decided this was for me. She relaxed and got right into it, cumming hard as I pistoned into her, my balls no where needing emptying quite yet. She did say that I shouldn't cum inside as she had no birth control, so I held on to pull out eventually and came heavily again on her stomach and over her pubes. It was not until we were lying wrapped around each other, cemented by semen and other bodily fluids, in her crazy hot single bed, that she asked me if my first time was as much fun as hers -- she had been a virgin and didn't see what the fuss was about. She was amazed when I confessed it was my first time too, and she seemed very satisfied that we had lost our virginity together.

Then for a few weeks, we did little else but meet, have sex, and repeat. We fucked in pub bathrooms, in the university library (on a table late at night), at a party in the kitchen, on her VW Golf bonnet at the beach. I went down on her whenever I could and she would blow me mid morning in class break to relieve tension. I was cumming with her 3 times a day and my balls were like dried prunes by the time I went to bed.

We explored new boundaries. One night after I came deep inside her pussy, she told me that she had a surprise for me. She told me to lay back and close my eyes. Next thing I knew, she was sitting on my face. She began grinding her cunt on my mouth and said she wanted me to suck her pussy clean. I had never thought of doing this before, but my cock was already rock hard again. She began sucking my dick as I sucked my cum from her used cunt in a 69. I have mentioned it before but 69 is a favourite position for me as I love the open access to Kate's blond close cropped pussy and the sight of her little ass hole, always worth a little tonguing. In a matter of minutes, we both had swallowed a load of my cum and then shared a salty kiss!

Then things got more complex and I had to deal with competitors, which gave rise, on reflection to all kinds of kinks in the years ahead after we were married.

There is a theory on sperm competition that when a male is removed from a partner, and she has exposure or access to other men, when reunited his sex drive is higher and sperm production increased. This is so that, in primitive terms, he can quickly reinsert his copious seed back in his partner and expel any potential competitor's. That is also apparently why our dicks look like plungers when foreskin is rolled back: thrust in to get close to the uterus, withdraw to remove any residue semen, before plunging back in to release eventually on the cervical entrance to uterus...or something like that. Anyway, the point is that after a term or so of wonderful bonking, Kate and I started to aggravate each other. A break up felt imminent, though i really wanted her and liked us together. However, my laddish rugby ways were frankly getting in the way and I could get insensitive to point of boorishness, hence I was on a shaky peg.

it was therefore not a surprise that I got sacked as the boyfriend after I got pissed at the 3rd term hall ball, and grossly neglected Kate. Kate was tired of my immaturity- she was quite justified- and besides, the awful drippy Dominic had appeared on the scene. Dom and Katevis the next story in this series, and especially how I undermined my adversary and seduced her back to my bed!