This is the story of the early days of our life together as husband and wife. It's a complete story and there will be about 15 chapters. I plan to publish them every fortnight or so - they're basically written but just need a final touch-up. Please enjoy, and all feedback welcome. I've put it under erotic couplings as I think that's the best description. As the story progresses it does get quite dark though.
CHAPTER 1 - THE WILLING WIFE
"Its fine. We'll take it."
Amy and I needed a new place to stay. We'd come back from the honeymoon to discover our rented flat was flooded out. A lot of our stuff had been ruined, and we just needed to find a new place as it was going to be uninhabitable for a few months. A frantic weekend of searching and we'd found this lovely top floor flat of a large Victorian semi, though it was up two flights of stairs on the third floor. The rest of the house was owned and lived in by a man called Charles. He explained that he owned the house and had only just put the flat on the market.
"I used to live in this flat. My Mum lived in the main part of the house, but she died a while ago. I spent the last few years looking after her, but now I've moved into the main house, so I thought I'd rent out my old flat on the top floor. I've had it decorated, and the flat has its own entrance off the main staircase so we can both keep ourselves private. I think you two will be fine for this. Rent is £2000 per month OK?"
The rent was a bit steep, but the flat was private, clean and had a kitchen, a large and small bedroom, a bathroom and a large living area. The small bedroom would make a good WFH office. It was perfect for us.
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Amy and I met at a mutual friend's party. We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks when I'd proposed on her 22nd birthday. I was just turned 30. She was just the most perfect girlfriend. She was conventionally pretty, maybe not stunning, some would say the typical English rose. Her body more than made up for anything she missed in the looks department. She had the perfect figure. Luscious, rounded breasts with beautiful aureolae and nipples that perked up and protruded when touched even lightly, a tight flat stomach, and a great peachy bum with lovely legs. She was quite demure in outlook, and very shy and reserved. She worked in the administration department of a law firm, and I worked in the financial back office for a bank. She'd lived quite a few miles away from me and with her parents in the country near a small town, but used to come and stay with me in the big city at the weekend. It's fair to say that her sexual experiences were pretty limited - she'd only had sex with one other boyfriend. She was quite happy for me to take the lead given her inexperience, and I set about broadening her horizons over the months we were engaged.
"When we are married, I want to be a good wife to you. Mark, you have so much more experience than me, and I'm happy to try new things."
And try new things we did as our romance progressed. Her first attempt at oral sex was interesting.
"I did this once before, but it wasn't very nice." Was one of her comments. I had to explain that men loved their ladies taking their cocks in their mouths. At first she was reluctant, but we persisted.
"I don't really want to swallow the gooey stuff." She said.
"But sweetheart, all girls do. It's all part of pleasing their man."
"Well OK if that's what you want I will, but only because it's you...." She smiled at me, her hand on my cock, which was about six inches from her luscious lips.
"Look - it really doesn't matter if you don't want to..."
"No, it's OK - I'm sure I'll get used to it."
"Look - don't if you don't want to. It's not important..."
"I think when you say that you really mean the opposite!", and she kissed the end of my cock.
"There's a good girl. I love you so much!"
She tried sucking the end like a lollipop, but a little coaxing and instruction about using her tongue and trying to push it as far into her mouth as she could - and no teeth - and she made a passable job of it.
We moved forward, being a little more adventurous as time went on during those weekends spent together so early in our life together. We loved exploring each other's bodies and finding out what turned each other on. Amy was very reactive, always wanting me to take the lead. She wouldn't always come every time we did something - I got the feeling she though it wasn't proper, but she was happy to participate in things we did.
I, on the other hand, couldn't believe my luck. A lovely girl always happy to please and try new things and be led sexually. Over time she learnt to fully take my cock in her mouth, though she couldn't manage to take it in her throat. One of my favourite things before we got married was to have her lie on the sofa with her bum on the edge so I could fuck her kneeling on the floor, then withdraw, lift her up so she was sitting and have her take my cock in her mouth while I was standing. After a while she got used to me driving myself against the back of her mouth, before withdrawing and re-inserting myself into her pussy. I'd move back and forth like this, sometimes coming in her pussy and sometimes in her mouth, whichever I fancied. She never complained, and knew what to expect. I knew I'd like to try anal with her at some point, but decided to wait until we were married and living together. She loved me to play with her nipples and then move to her clit, with my fingers inside her too. That almost always brought her off. However sometimes although she got excited she didn't always come.
"Tell me what to do and I'll do it!" I'd say.
"It doesn't matter. Really it doesn't. I'm happy like this and I love pleasing you." Was her response when I asked her about this.
It did worry me a bit, I wanted her to enjoy our lovemaking as much as me, but in the end frankly - I was having too much fun to keep pestering her on the matter.
We got married twelve months almost to the day after we met. We had a lovely honeymoon in Egypt. Amy came more alive, and eager for sex. "I'm married to a lovely man. I want so much to make you happy! I did promise to love, cherish and obey you after all! Now, let's do it again!"
"Oh, you make me so happy, you are fucking amazing. I love you!"
It was on our honeymoon that I first began to play with her beautiful anal rosebud. We were fucking for the third time that day, this time doggy-style, when I decided to push my thumb against that tight little hole. I dropped some spit onto the entrance, watching it pool in the opening, then pushed, and my thumb slipped in nicely. I heard her groan.
"How does that feel?"
"OK."
"Good... I'd like to explore it some more you know.."
"I thought you would.."
"I'm going to fuck you in there one day."
"I know. I'm surprised it's taken you so long..."
"Oh, fucking hell Amy....Jesus...You're unbelievable. I'm going to have so much fun with this... Is that OK?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to go to town on it when we get back home. I've got so many ideas..." I was driving myself into her now, taken over by the thought of ass-fucking the delightful hole so provocatively displayed below me.
"Like what..."
"You'll have to wait and see..."
"Well, its yours to play with if you want.. anytime..."
"Oh I'll take you up on that! Fuuuuuuck I'm coming...." I shot my load into her pussy, then fell onto her.
Afterwards as we lay in each other's arms, I raised the subject again.
"Are you quite sure about what you said? I don't want to do anything you aren't 100% happy about."
"Its fine. I want you to. I know I don't get quite as turned on as you do by sex, but I want you to have fun whenever you want. Don't ever feel you can't try something, and if I don't want to do it I'll say so."
"You are gorgeous! I love you!"
"I know!"
After that we often made love in that position, but I didn't try anal then. I knew what I wanted to do and how to do it, and knew we had many years ahead of us to experiment and find out what we could and couldn't do.
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Back in dreary wet UK after our wonderful break, we settled into our new flat, after the disaster that had presented itself on our return from our honeymoon. We hardly saw Charles, our landlord, and the first few days flew by as we settled back into our work routines. We shared the household tasks. Amy worked from home two days a week, while I went to work every day, so she'd mostly cook during the week, and I generally did the cooking at the weekends. It's one of my favourite pastimes. I often came home feeling quite randy, and we'd have sex pretty much every evening before dinner. I'd come into the kitchen where she was cooking, and reach round and grab those fabulous tits. If she had a blouse on, I'd undo the buttons, reach inside, push up her bra and just play with the wonderful soft luscious mounds with their sensitive tips. Her lovely tender nipples would spring out, and she'd start to grind her bum against me. This would be enough for her to turn off the cooker and we'd usually head into the lounge and fuck on the sofa or on the rug on the floor. Messy, quick and urgent. She'd come sometimes; I'd come every time. We were so happy in our little love nest.
One evening, after our lovemaking, as we lay in each other's arms, I broached a subject that had been on my mind for a few days.
"Can I say something?"
"Of course - anything..."
"Well, it's just an idea. How would you feel if you were - how do I put this - more scantily attired sometimes when I came home."
"What do you mean?"
