It must have been in college when I first heard it: "The perfect wife would be a nymphomaniac that owned a liquor store." Well, as I learned, it ain't so funny. That describes my first wife.
I was on vacation when I met her. Darlene. We ended up in my room fucking. When we were done, she sucked me back to an erection and we fucked again. We went out and got something to eat and then went back and fucked again. We fell asleep and I woke up with her sitting on me, starting to take my erection up into her. She rode me and rode me until we both came again. We slept again and in the morning we fucked.
This went on for the five days left in my vacation. I learned that back home she lived relatively near where I lived so I arranged to move out and move in with her. We fucked every chance we got for months. I would go to work and she'd go to work and when I got home we fucked and fucked. Then dinner. Getting ready for bed we'd shower, then she'd suck me off and then I'd eat her to an orgasm and then we'd fuck. Maybe another in the middle of the night but certainly another fuck in the morning.
Darlene wasn't a raving beauty but she was attractive. At least to me she was. And her body wasn't movie star quality but was very good, all the right curves and pieces; mouth, breasts, ass, pussy. And she didn't have the tightest pussy in the world but my cock really felt good inside her. I also knew she was no virgin when we met. But, after three or four months of steady fucking I suggested that maybe we should formalize this. She agreed and we married. And we continued to fuck all the time.
The longer we were together the more I began to discover about her. We were both in our early twenties. She had an independent business, a liquor store. She either inherited it or someone gave it to her, from what she said. I finally got around to visiting it one afternoon when I had some free time from work. There was a female clerk but no sign of my wife so I asked for her. The clerk seemed a little nervous but said Darlene was there and she'd go get her. If I knew the place better, I would go get her myself but at that time, I let her do it. In a couple minutes Darlene came through from the back and greeted me and we kissed. She was a little flushed but it was her store and she was probably working so it didn't bother me. We talked just a little and since I didn't have much time anyway, I kissed her again and left.
As I learned later, she was in back fucking some guy. In fact, she fucked guys almost all day long. Her store didn't make much of a profit because most of the regulars not only fucked her, they got free booze. By the time I figured out what was going on and started watching the place I was flabbergasted at how many guys she fucked. or maybe sucked but knowing her, probably fucked. She liked sucking and getting eaten but what she really loved was a cock in her pussy. Over an eight hour work day, she tended to do four or five guys, some days even more. Most were regulars that came every Tuesday or Thursday or whatever the schedule was. Every once in a while a stranger would come in and since she was always in the mood, she'd get him out back pretty quick and get in another fuck. Her store never truly made much of a profit but it kept her happy.
I'm not sure of the technical definitions but to me, she was a nympho if there ever was one. She fucked the nearest cock as often as she could manage. Well, needless to say, we divorced. I doubt if it hurt her much. She just worked longer hours at the store to fuck more guys and make up for not having me at home to fuck in the evenings.
In some ways, it didn't hurt. I mean she didn't take me for any money or material goods. She let me know she'd prefer to keep me, it let her get in more fucking, but she didn't fight anything and seemed to understand that she could never be a man's wife according to normal rules.
But in many ways it hurt horribly. I truly decided women were all cunts, all evil cunts. I wanted nothing to do with them again. Which very quickly changed. I still wanted to use them, I just didn't want to commit to any, to leave myself open to being hurt again.
As I've since learned, there are tons of females that are attractive. Some percent are too skinny, a larger percent are too fat. At least too skinny or too fat for my tastes. But there are a huge number in between. Faces that range between o.k. and beautiful. Bodies that are in the right weight range and have all the requisite female parts. I mean, does it really matter if one girl's breasts measure an inch larger than another's as long as they're available for fondling and sucking. And does it really matter whether the pussies are smooth or hairy or big lipped or small, as long as they let you push your cock into them. I admit, the shaved ones with smaller lips are more appealing to me to lick and suck on but the final aim is to get my cock in there, regardless. And, some girls love to suck cock and some don't and I guess I prefer ones that do but still, the real aim is to fuck, so it doesn't make a lot of difference.
And just as I've learned that there are tons of females that are attractive enough, I've also learned that almost every one of them will, sooner or later, fuck. It's human nature. Some of them fuck sooner than others and some can hold out long enough that it just isn't worth investing any more time on them.
So that's what I did for five years, I fucked every female that I could, which was almost all that I tried to, and was dishonest with every one of them. I'd say whatever was needed to get them in the sack. I always used a condom. I was amazed that Darlene never caught anything or passed it on to me. I never seduced a virgin, these were all females out looking for a guy in one way or another. And once I fucked, I moved on. I didn't want them to get emotionally involved with me and, even more, I didn't want to get emotionally involved with them.
Then I met the one that became wife number two.
I visited one of our clients and the receptionist was this cute, little, slightly chubby blond. Then, after checking on the phone, she led me to the person I wanted to see and I realized that she wasn't chubby at all. Actually on the thin side. What had made me think she was chubby when I was looking down at her sitting at a desk were her huge boobs. She didn't show them off, dressed to hide them even. But this was a Dolly Parton; small, attractive, with way oversize tits. I got her name, Melissa, and started trying to date her. It took a while. She's very quiet. Shy. Always hangs back, doesn't push forward. She's also old fashioned, still lived with her parents. Basically hardly ever dated. She was never going to have sex until she was married.
It took months and four dates before I found out that much. We dated some more and I asked her to marry me and she agreed. The first night was something. For one thing, I had a hard time getting her to be naked in my presence. I convinced her that married people did that. She acted as if she knew she had to let me fuck her but she didn't expect to like it. So I started off slow, kissing her and fondling her, playing with and sucking on those lovely huge breasts. Then I ate her. That changed everything. She discovered that she loved it. Then I fucked her, going slow at first. She definitely was a virgin, blood involved. And she loved that, too.
It took a month or so before she was sucking my cock but as we worked up to that, we had sex about as often as it could be fit into the day. She liked it even more than Darlene had. I was as happy as could be. Here's this conservative, gorgeous female with a great body, absolutely fantastic tits, who is almost insatiable when it comes to sex. What could be better?
