I have written only one other story for Internet publishing under a different guise and that was some years ago. I shan't bother to tell you the alias as the story wasn't very good anyway. After, (or should I say 'while') writing it, I soon became enormously aware of how much more difficult it was to write an interesting erotic story than I had previously though. However, after reading many of the stories and being increasingly intrigued and of course stimulated, I decided to write another one. The problem of course was what to write about. Although I there are a number of themes I could employ, it dawned on me that the stories I enjoyed reading most were either the true ones; insofar as the author is being honest, or the stories which I could believe were true. Thus why not tell a true story of my own. I have led an active sex life and though the majority of encounters have been fairly ordinary, I have also had my share of wild and weird experiences. They may not be as spectacular as some things I have read on this site, but are certainly interesting and definitely believable. This is one such story and though names and places have changed the details and events are all true. This is the first of many interesting tales I intend to write about my sexual experiences thus far in life.
This is a true story
We had only been married a year. Well ten months to be exact. My wife Natasha is from Russia and very attractive, 27 years old, 5' 2" or thereabouts and a size 6. So, needless to say she is quite petite, with small pert breasts and a nice firm full ass. I can't say she is the best lay that I have had but she is good. She likes sex, which is good for me because I pretty much want it whenever I can get it, though I am not what I would consider to be a sex maniac. I am 38, 5' 9" and have been athletic all my life. I'm fit, toned, and very healthy. We had lived together for just over a year and decided to get married. I cannot say; because I am not entirely certain, that I was in love with her but we were definitely happy together. I do know she loved me and in fact still does in spite of what I am about to tell you. After we got married, things went more or less downhill. It was not a sudden change but definitely a noticeable one. The self-centered aspects of her nature began to surface along with selfishness and a host of other negative character traits. Now I must admit that if it had not been for expiration of her visa and consequent ejection from the country, I would not have married her. This is not because I didn't care about her, but it was really just too soon to be sure. Still, I didn't want to lose her as at the time things were great and of course I though she was everything I wanted in a person.
After we were married it took a few months for her visa to be processed but once this was done she could work legally. She got a good job in a law firm; she had previously been studying law in Russia and was a year away from being appointed to the bar, so naturally she continued in her chosen profession. This is when the most significant changes were made in her attitude and though she denies it to this day I have a different opinion. I am not saying that I didn't have my faults either but I was prepared to admit to them and work on the problems, while she seemed content to dismiss them or make no compromise. I suppose I should mention she had been married twice before and still thought quite a lot of her previous husband. She maintained contact with him through the Internet and I saw no harm in this. What she didn't know was that I knew the password to he email account and would often check her mail to keep tabs on her. I am not jealous, but you know how it is when you are in a relationship and things just aren't working or you suspect evil is afoot. You simply go into self-preservation and justification mode, and that is exactly what I did. I felt quite justified in my actions and can't say that I was surprised at what I found. They both spoke as though they were still in a relationship, lovers clearly separated by distance but not intent. I would read these messages with rage but after 10 minutes it would evaporate and I would become this calm, collected man again. I tried with some success to rationalize their behavior but it still left me somewhat uneasy. I said nothing to my wife. a.) Because I was ashamed of the fact that I had been spying on her, even though I feel it was justified and b.)Because I wanted to see what would happen between her and her ex. I would sometimes reread the messages engulfed in pain and anger only to have it subside after a few minutes to be replaced with glowing affection for this woman who clearly had no intentions of being honest or moral.
Somehow though I managed, and in a way this changed the way I looked at her. I began to desire her and treasure her more. I was more attentive and prepared to deal with issues that had for the most part been neglected. She too responded to my change in nature and became a much more loving and sensitive woman, but still the letters to her ex-husband continued. I knew that nothing had happened as he was five hours away in Moscow, but that didn't matter, the intent was clearly there and I knew given the opportunity she wouldn't hesitate for a second. Still I could not stem the tide of affection that this was causing in me. It was unsettling but not overwhelming. In the evening she would normally get home after me and I would be shaking with anticipation for her to arrive. I can't explain why but I would have such passionate feelings for her that I would literally pounce on her as soon as she came through the door. We would kiss like teenagers. I would be ravenous with my tongue.
Viciously kissing her and smearing her lipstick, then almost brutally knawing and kissing my way through her body with intense sexual urgency. This is weird I know but true. I cannot begin to think how my mind was working and to this day, it has me puzzled. I have always been a self assured male with no question marks over my masculinity or identity. I have always understood myself, and apart from my early teens when I first began to learn the rules of women and relationships like most men, I have never taken any abuse, crap, or maltreatment from a woman. I am not a bastard or chauvinist, but believe in pride and honesty for all sexes. That said, I still could not help myself. I would lick and kiss her all over before she even had time to put down her briefcase. She always looked great when she went to the office and I couldn't stop myself. I would lick her legs, under her blouse and muzzle the peach fuzz on her back. I'd pull up her skirt and gawk at her stocking clad legs like adolescent teenager, throw her over the couch or on the floor and dive for the crack of her arse pulling her g-string panties aside and thrusting my tongue into her anus and then slobbering over her pussy like a child with an ice cream cone. I would especially like it when she had been walking around all day and he arse and cunt would smell strong and heavenly.
