No, this isn't about my first sexual experience. I've gotten several e-mails regarding the start of my sexually adventurous life, so let's have this be your introduction into my life with my husband.
Let me introduce myself to you once again. I'm Sharon, a now 31 year old married woman. I am an elementary school teacher in a suburban school district in New York State.
My career demands complete discretion but my private life with my husband is something that is often considered an "open relationship." We have evolved into a lifestyle that is comfortable for us, sexually exciting, and adventurous.
This is a story relating to our life before and after we got married.
I met my husband several years back. He was single, a bit older than I am, and had just recently moved to the town we live in for a museum position. He has a PhD in art history but prior to that he had a successful professional photography career.
I met him through mutual friends and it was somewhat of a fix-up.
Our first date was enjoyable. We talked for hours about all sort of things, things that I was interested and things that he was interested in. I knew little about art and he knew little about elementary education, but I was strongly attracted to him. Maybe it was that he was older and attentive and very easy to talk to, but I found myself being very attracted to him.
Our next date was at the museum he works. It was an opening of an exhibition of classic photographs from the early twentieth-century that he had compiled. It was a fascinating to hear him talk about the masters of photography with such passion and authority. He even gave an introductory lecture a few minutes prior to the opening. It was so unlike the world that I knew. I found myself falling for him more and more.
He was a complete gentleman when it came to our physical relationship. After the first date he gave me a brief peck on the cheek and said, "I had a great time tonight and I'd really like to see you again." He then invited me to the opening.
After our second date he gave me a more passionate kiss goodnight at the entrance to my apartment. His arms pulled me close and held me just tight enough so I could feel my breasts press against his chest. He smiled and said, "You are a terrific date and I hope you'd like to continue spending some time with me."
I nodded and said, "I'm enjoying getting to know you as well. You are so different that the guys I usually go out with." That was true, so true it was almost painful to think about. The usual type of guys I'd meet at a bar or a club would think they were getting some after just offering me a ride home. I've had more than one guy try to push my head down to their cock for a blow job.
Don't get me wrong, I have been sexually active for a number of years. I had my first sex at age 16 with a guy who was 19 and home on leave from the Army. I like sex and the pleasure that it gave me and that I give in return, sharing the pleasure of my body with another man. Over the years I have had a couple of lovers that have taught me to be sexually adventurous. I love new sexual experiences and the excitement of sex with a new partner.
When I decided to become a teacher one of my college roommates told me that I would have to give up my wild ways for the prim and proper ways of a school teacher.
I never fell for that, knowing that I could be adventurous and share my body discretely with just about anyone I wanted to. Yes, there were jealous boyfriends who thought it unusual that I wasn't faithful to them completely. Guys can sneak around and fuck anyone they can, but women aren't supposed to act that way.
So after a succession of boyfriends, white, black, and one Asian guy, I realized that I had to find just the right man for me. Who would appreciate me for what I brought to the relationship, but who wouldn't be jealous if I occasionally shared some meaningless sex with someone other than him. I have been looking for a guy like that for a few years, but the closest I had come in the past was a married guy who only wanted to fuck me and also watch me fuck one of his various friends. Not the makings of a long term relationship.
On our third date we went to a nice restaurant and then he suggested we go back to his studio. He lived and worked in one of the old warehouse buildings in downtown. I was quite impressed with his studio and apartment. It was neat, large, well decorated with large windows that faced north. The studio had a large space that he used occasionally for photography projects. The apartment portion of the space was large with beautiful photographs hanging on the wall space and a large gourmet kitchen and a bedroom with a huge bed and large master bath.
He offered me a drink and we sat on his large sofa along the edge of his studio space. He told me about his past, his job, his work. We chatted for at least an hour before I felt him move closer to me. "You are a beautiful woman, Sharon," he said.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately. I kissed him back eagerly and pushed my body against his. I felt the heat of his body through my clothes and hoped that he could feel my hardening nipples through his.
About 15 minutes later my blouse was unbuttoned as was his shirt. His hands roamed over my body while my hands did the same for his. His hands caressed my breasts through the thin material of my sheer bra. My hands roamed over his chest and down over the front of his pants. I felt his cock stiffening through the material.
We kissed passionately and I felt myself tingling with excitement. I wanted to fuck this man.
I pulled away from him briefly and stared into his eyes, "Do you fuck a lot of women on this couch," I asked?
He stared back at me, his hand moving to cup one of my breasts, "Some, but I do my best fucking in the bedroom," he said.
"A beautiful woman like you deserves the best," he said. With that he moved back and stood up, extending his hand to help me up off the couch. When I was standing he pulled me close and kissed me deeply.
Moments later we were walking hand in hand to his bedroom.
I entered the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He moved to a position in front of me and bent his head down to kiss me. I tipped my head back to return his kiss. While he was kissing me, I felt his hands slowly slip my unbuttoned blouse down off of my shoulders. Seconds later I felt his hand skillfully unclasp the hook to my bra and he slipped it off of me as I lay back onto the bed.
He stood by the bed and smiled at me, "Your breasts are as beautiful as you are," he said. I watched as he slipped his shirt off and tossed it onto a chair near the bed.