Sexual Memoir The Perfect Match

SEXUAL MEMOIRS: THE PERFECT MATCH

Everything in this story is true and comes from my memory, not my imagination:

From the very first day it has been a wonderland of sexual bliss. Claire always agreed to anything I proposed, and she eagerly provided me with dreamland sex, going far beyond what wives normally do. I could not imagine better lovemaking if I picked through porn films for inspiration. The first time we did it was in my car, in a crowded parking lot, in the middle of LA, in the backseat of my Toyota, the windows steamed from our breath.

Her first dildo was a cucumber, then bananas, then a real plastic dick. She would practically do anything I asked her to do, cheerfully, and with committed enthusiasm. She gives wonderful blowjobs, loves to have her pussy eaten, and even asks me what I would like her to do next.

Claire was the first woman I was ever with who would swallow my load without hesitation, even asked me to tell her about previous encounters with other women, and was perfectly willing to tell me about her own past. After our first time in my car, it happened next in a crowded bus; at many beaches; in Paris, in a taxi; at home, on the living room floor; sitting on the kitchen counter, legs wide, eyes closed; in many camping tents; in the Sierras, next to a stream, in the outdoors; in a crowded concert, as Bruce sang; under stadium bleachers, during the game; at 10,000 feet, in a crowded airplane restroom; in her mother's bedroom; in a closet, where she works; and over a hundred other places I will talk about in this retelling, at least some of them.

I could not have designed a better sex partner if I had gone through a catalog and selected the best in each category. She was the perfect choice for me. I never asked for anything she wouldn't try. Of course, there were things I didn't want, but everything I dreamed of and asked for I got.

When we were in Paris, in the back of a cab, she slipped off her panties, knelt over me, her back to the driver, lifted up her skirt, and lowered herself down on me, bouncing up and down as we rode along through the city, fucking me as the driver drove. I could see his eyes in the rearview mirror, but he just went on ahead and smiled. I gave him a big tip at the end of the ride and he said, "Enjoy Paris, but I am sure you will. You seem to know how to do that pretty well, my friend."

In the hotel overlooking the Eiffel Tower, with the curtains open, in front of the huge window, she stood looking out at the tower holding up her dress, opened her legs, bent over, and invited me to push on in. Her panties were in a heap on the floor at her feet. We continued until orgasms left us spent and smiling, and we collapsed in front of the window and slept like children at nap time, naked and satisfied and happy.

"Tell me about your first time," she said cheerfully, later that night.

"Only if you reciprocate. Only if you tell me about yours," I said.

"Okay. You go first," she replied with a wide smile.

"Well, that would be Brenda, my next door neighbor. We were fooling around in cabin behind my parents' house, and she said we should play cards. I asked which kind of cards and she said poker. "Strip," she announced boldly. "You chicken?"

I shook my head and retrieved a deck of playing cards from the drawer next to us. "Five card draw," she said. "Name an item of clothing for the pot," she said. "I'll bet my top."

"I'll play for my pants," I said, eager to get one of us naked. I won the first hand and she tossed her blouse on the table. She just had on a bra, her skirt, panties, and socks. We decided to eliminate shoes, so she took them off.

She won the next two hands and I lost my pants and shirt. The pile on the table had grown to a heap of discarded clothes. I won her bra, her skirt, and her panties, then I lost my boxers. When we were both nude she asked what we could play for next and smiled.

"Who's on top?" I said.

"Good idea," she said. She dealt out the cards. I had a pair and asked for two cards. She took two and I got another ten. When she called I put down my three of a kind. She put down a straight flush, but I think she cheated, but I didn't care. I had never done anything before but jack off, so I didn't care who did what, if we were naked.

"Did you jack off often?" Claire asked.

"Everyday," I said truthfully. "At least once." She asked if I would let her do it to me and I said, "Sure."

"Go on," she said. "Did she get on top?"

"Yes," I said. "She said most girls like that best," I added.

"She's right," Claire said. "Did you come?"

"In about three minutes," I said. "She told me to be sure to pull out, but I am not sure I made it. She got pissed and made me leave. It was not only my first time to fuck, but it was my first fight with a female. What about yours?"

"I was living in the dorm and my roommate's boyfriend came to see her, but she was at home for Christmas. We talked, then he kissed me," she said. "As soon as he did that I knew what was coming. I knew I would end up fucking him. He put his hand in my panties and I let him. I really wanted him to go on and I just leaned back and let him do whatever he wanted. He took my panties off and climbed on top of me.

"I knew Cheryl would hate me if she found out, but I didn't care. I just wanted him inside of me. Like you, I had masturbated, but I wanted a dick in me for the first time. His was just convenient."

"So you fucked your roommate's boyfriend?" I said with a chuckle.

"He wasn't the last roommate's boyfriend," she said. "I probably collected them. I think there were five, maybe six, if you count an ex roommate, Julia. She actually was married to him at the time, although she left him for a richer choice a few months later. She never found out, I don't think, so her leaving him had nothing to do with me and him fucking," she said.

"My wife was a randy little college girl," I said.

"Still am, although not a college girl any longer," she said with a sexy smile. "One of the roommates," she said with a grin, "was the source of a great deal of bedtime pleasure for me."

"Tell me about her," I said.

"Her name is Elaine," she said wistfully. "She was exploring her orientation, fining out which camp to set her tent in."

"Did she find out?" I asked.

"Yeah. She lives with a woman named Chelsey, but they're not exclusive. They spend a lot of time at The Blue Peacock, a lesbian dance hall in Culver City. I have "danced" with both of them," she said.

"Danced?" I said.

"Horizontally," she said smiling.

When we took the bus north, we got a big blanket and she blew me under it from Bakersfield to Fresno on the 99 Freeway going north. Most people were asleep, but one guy in a seat by himself watched us the whole time and had a blanket of his own. I think he tended to himself as she did me under the blanket.

At the Bruce Springsteen concert she got randy, and like in Paris, she stood in the crowd, held up her dress after slipping out of her panties, and challenged me to fuck her as the audience sang along with Bruce all around us. We were packed so close that we had people pressed against us as I plowed into her. People around us started clapping and it wasn't only for Bruce.

She came as he finished Born In The USA, and the cheers helped bring her even higher than she normally goes. On our way out we got many words of praise and encouragement. "Right on, dude," a fellow Bruce fan said as we walked out with the crowd, her panties in her purse and a big smile on her face.

One day at the beach, it was early and we were the only ones there. We looked at one another and said, "Why not?" Since it was a nude beach, we were already both naked so didn't have to mess with suits. I got on my back and she climbed on. As I was pushing up into her a couple walked by and gave us a thumbs up. I managed to wave to them as they walked by and I heard them say, "Way to go, guys."

I came, she came, then we put sunscreen on each other and stretched out in the sun. "You think they minded?" she asked.

"Not a chance," I said.

One Sunday morning she asked me if there was anything I would like her to do for me. I thought about it, then told her I'd like to see her fuck someone else while I watched. "You are a voyeur?" she asked.

"I guess so," I said. "It sounds really hot. So, you would be willing?"

"I would sacrifice my body for my husband, yes," she said with a grin. "You have any suggestions about who, just let me know," she said. I cuddled up against her and she kissed me. "I like doing sexy things for you," Claire said.

That gave us something we hadn't done, something I had not even thought about until then. However, after I brought it up and she said she would I couldn't get it out of my head.

By this time we had already done the Bruce Springsteen concert, and Paris, and many other things, so I had plenty of memories to think about, but the idea of watching her with someone else gave me a high I couldn't believe. We'd done it on the beach, and on the kitchen sink, and on the floor in nearly every room of the house, but the idea of watching her with someone else overpowered every other sexual experience we'd had.

She had been the best, but this would outdo everything else she'd ever done. I began thinking of who she would prefer. I didn't have a preference, but I wanted it to be good for her. As good as she was for me, I really wanted it to be a great experience for my wife.

It wasn't like I had wanted that for a long time. In fact, until the idea came to me that night I had never even thought about it before. Once I mentioned it to her, and she said she would, I was obsessed by it. I began masturbating to thoughts of it nearly everyday.

I asked her one night to talk to me about my watching. "Sure," she said, cuddling up to me. "Are you thinking of someone in particular?" she asked. I named three men we knew, one of whom was married. "I don't think Janet, Jake's wife, would be cool with him taking me to bed," she said. "Some wives may be okay with it, but not Janet, I am pretty sure," she said with conviction.

"Anyway, I would not feel right about that," she said.

"You would know," I said. "The choice is yours," I said.

She put out her hand and I took it. "I love you," I said.

"You have been so good to me," I said. "You have been the perfect wife.

"I would only be for the ideal husband," she said.

We discussed the other two men. Julian was a friend from college who had a reputation for being popular with the ladies, especially married ones. He was a bachelor with a Porsche, a new home, and plenty of time on his hands. The other was a fellow named Anthony who was a runner and a sexy guy who had a number of girlfriends and he was pretty open about his relationships. The women seem to know about each other, but Claire thought it could be a problem to be in the middle of three other women.

One night, after we had decided on Julian, she cuddled in front of me, letting me spoon behind her and pull her against me. He was someone we were pretty sure would have no problem with the idea, had probably been asked before for the same thing. He was handsome, single, and sexually openminded. She admitted she was attracted to him, and that was important.

Without turning around, while we snuggled, she quietly said, "Could we talk about me being with Julian?"

Next to her ear I said, "Of course."

"Tell me why you want to see someone else make love to me," she said.

"I'm really not sure," I said being as honest as I could. I thought about it for awhile. "You have been so good to me all these years, but that's not all of it. I realized one night when we were watching porn that I really am a bit of a voyeur, that I do like watching other people do things--sports, movies, and concerts--and as we were watching a couple fucking that it might be fun to watch you."

She was quiet. "I started picturing you having sex and I realized that I would enjoy watching you actually getting sexual pleasure from someone you are turned on by," I said quietly. "Not only did I want to do something for you, I decided it would give me sexual pleasure as well to see you doing the things I like watching in porn," I said.

"I am not sure why some of us like watching other people do things, but it seems to be very popular. People do like being spectators, so I guess it is not surprising that I would enjoy watching you, a person I love so, having a good sexual time. A lot of men think it is freakish, depraved, unnatural, even crazy, but I think there must be a lot of crazy people out there since there are so many of us who like it."

I pulled her close. "I have been doing some research and

have found that it is not that unusual for men to watch their wives have sex. It seems that wife watching is quite popular these days," I said. "More and more men are choosing to offer their wives sexual freedom and get pleasure from watching it."

"I guess you're not so strange," she said.

"Strange, yes, but not alone," I joked. She turned over and put her arms around my neck. She kissed me and laughed.

"There is nothing strange about wanting your wife to have a good sexual time," she said with a smile. "I have always tried to do what you like, so it is not so amazing that you want to do the same for me," she said.

We had told Julian that she wanted their encounter to be at our home, so he was to come over on Friday night and stay until Saturday morning. Saturday night we always have dinner at her brother's house and on Sunday her parents come to ours. This way she would get her night with Julian and the family traditions would still be in place.

It was five thirty when Julian rang the bell at our front door. She looked at me and smiled. She had decided she wanted some time together to get to know one another, just the two of them. She would call me on my cell when they were ready for me to come and watch.

I watched them kiss at the door, and then without much talking, since they both knew what they wanted, she led him to the bedroom.

My heart was pounding like a snare drum, and I could hardly wait to see them together. I thought back to all the things we had done over the years. Nothing had excited me this much. I tried to read, but it was no use. I could not concentrate on anything but what was going to happen later that night.

At nine my cell phone rang. "Would you like to watch some good fucking?" she asked casually, making me smile at her bawdiness. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. As I walked up the stairs, I pictured what I was about to see. The porn I had watched over the years flashed through my mind. I shook with excitement as I went up each step.

I knocked lightly on the door. "Who is it?" she quipped playfully.

"Your husband," I said.

"What do you want?" she asked

"To watch," I said.

"Are you hard?" she asked.

"As a rock," I said.

"Okay then. Come in," she said. "Take a seat, but you can only watch. You can get undressed, but won't be able to join us," she added.

I opened the door and slipped in, closed it behind me, and I went to the chair in the corner. Before I sat down, I undressed. They were naked on the bed, she was on her back with her legs spread, and he was pushed into her to the hilt, completely embedded in her wet pussy, his pubic hair mashed against her tiny bush. He was slowly moving in and out of her, sliding steadily back and forth, coming almost completely out of her, then smoothly pushing it back in, as if trying to show me how good fucking is done.

"Do you like seeing me fuck your wife?" he asked, taunting me, putting me into the cuckold role. "Watch closely so you will learn how to make her scream when she comes." He was an experienced bull, I could see that. He enjoyed the role, and was enjoying mocking me.

I hadn't thought of myself as a cuckold until that moment, but it added to the intensity of the experience and my heart rate soared higher. It was clear it was intensifying my pleasure. Julian had realized something about me I hadn't and I focussed on the sight of his large erection plowing into her splayed and full, wet pussy. The fact that it was so full of him was thrilling. Being larger than me made it even better. Although I didn't like being humiliated, but the fact that he was bigger, more powerful, and more masculine enhanced the experience for me quite a bit.

"You want her to squeal when she comes," he asked, "and beg for my cock to fill her like a horse cock, ramming into her repeatedly, filling her with my hot cum?"

He wasn't wearing a condom, but that didn't matter. Her tubes had been tied, so she couldn't get pregnant, and I wanted to see him shoot into her, filling her pussy with his pearly seed, emptying his sack, and I even wanted to see her suck him and swallow each spurt like it was a delicious drink.

Claire was a consummate cocksucker, and I wanted to see his cock pulling in her cheeks as she sucked him. I wanted to watch his semen spurt on her tongue and see her gulp it down like tasty cream. I wanted to see her lick the cum from the end of his dick, sucking the knob like a candy stick.

I couldn't wait to see her deep throat him to the back of her tongue, which was one of her amazing skills. She could hold a cock there without gagging and move her tongue underneath the shaft at the same time. She was so good at it I told her she could be a pro. She'd just laugh and say she simply needed more practice. I told her I could watch her practice all day and she grinned, that cock-sucking grin that she does so well. It is as if she lives to suck cock, and it always makes me feel so much in love with her to see.

When she told me about the first time she gave head, she went into great detail, telling me all the dretails, everything she did. It was with a guy named Wade, and she said he had a huge cock. She estimated that it was ten inches, holding her hands about a foot apart.

"I couldn't get my fingers around it," she said. "It was so wonderfully thick."

As I watched her with Julian, seeing him push repeatedly into her, I thought about the things she had told me about her sexual history. I thought about all the things we'd done as a couple, and I focussed on his ample erection sliding into her, pushing her labia apart, opening her up. Suddenly, she tightened her hands into fists and began to groan and roll her head. When her orgasm hit she began to shake and pull him against her.

She glanced over at me and smiled, blowing me a kiss as she reveled in her climax. "I love you," she whispered to me as her orgasm left her spent and exhausted, spread on the bed like a rag. I nodded back to her and our eyes met. It was a shared moment, after which she closed her eyes and relaxed beneath him.

Julian scooted down until his mouth was even with her pussy, then he leaned his head in and placed his lips against her moist labia. I saw her jerk when his lips touched her pussy, then she brought her knees up and spread her thighs, putting both of her hands on his head. He pressed his face in close and moved his head from side to side, making a vibrating sound. She began to moan, steadily, low in her throat, and he intensified his sucking and her groans got louder and deeper in her throat.

As he ate her, I thought about the time I ate her pussy on the kitchen sink, kneeling in front of her and holding her legs apart with each hand, licking and sucking with devoted abandon. She loved having a pair of lips on her clit and a tongue buried deep in her, and she cooed as I slurped and swallowed, and she also had her hands on the top of my head, holding me in front of her.

Doing it was wonderful, but being able to see it being done enhanced the experience even more, and being able to watch her with Julian took it to an even higher level. It is hard for me to explain, but it just made me realize there are many different types of marriages and each couple chooses their own approach, their purpose, their personal marriage style.