I was almost a virgin when I got married the first time. Sex was a disappointment. I had no idea what I was doing nor did she and so we fell into an unenthusiastic series of couplings that resulted in three children and a divorce. I was a terrible husband and not at all ready for domestic life.
Single life at 30 was O.K. but left something to be desired until I met a gal going through medical residency and needed a casual playmate. I volunteered and easily got the job. Margaret was not a beauty but neither was she someone you would be ashamed of taking to a party.
Margaret Gilby avoided social situations and on her day off wanted to fuck. For a girl that was raised in the Midwest culture of central Illinois, she had rather brazen attitudes towards sex. Peggy, to her friends, loved porn flix, masturbation, oral, anal, an occasional lady, and almost anything else that was erotic. Sex was her favorite topic and consumed most of her pre, during, and post dinner conversation. Her favorite "vacation" was checking into a 5 star hotel and fucking from morn till night with the only interruptions being room service.
The only problem that Peg and I had was that when we weren't fucking, we were fighting. We were both strong willed and rigid to the point of serious fault. It eventually destroyed our relationship even thought we would get together for an occasional romp.
Ingar was my first attempt at a relationship after a year of therapy.
Ingar was a Scandinavian with a nice body and a soft heart. She gave the best head I have ever experienced and was a great bed partner as well. Ingar was open to experimentation and loved sex. Hers was much warmer and loving, but no less erotic than Peg. Ingar lasted a year. She needed to be taken care of as well as her children and even a suggested loan for her ex. That finally broke the camel's back. Again, we got together on occasion for a week end or evening of dinner and sex. She was a wonderful woman but all consuming.
Barbara was a huge mistake. One that I really let ulterior motives influence my decision. We married after a one year courtship. I loved her parents and that helped us last for 20 years. When menopause hit, she became psychotic. I tried to stay but counseling, talking, bargining, and pleading all failed. She refused to give up her lover and I was so consumed by jealousy and self-pity that I left after five long months of agony.
My next attempt at love was a lesbian. I was so taken by her that I was willing to work the sex thing out just to be able to stay with her. A Svenska from Montana, she was one of the most delightful people I have ever known. Bright, witty, insightful, and skilled, we hung together like frolicking puppies. She was smart enough to know that a long term relationship was doomed to tragedy. She just walked out of my life one day and never said goodbye. My heart still aches a little about that.
Another lesbian friend wanted to introduce me to a friend of hers. She said I needed a mercy fuck and so did her friend. We had a double date at a local Italian restaurant. I drove Mary to my house after dinner and we talked until 2:00 am when I took her back to her car. Mary reminded me of Marion the Librarian. She had short curly sandy hair, wire rimmed gasses, and worked as an accountant. I figured that Mary would do for a while because there was something about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I met Mary at the dude ranch that our lesbian friends had just purchased and were getting ready to open. They went to Arizona to buy some horses and asked if Mary would come for a week and feed their horses.
I threw bales of alfalfa while Mary filled buckets of oats and molasses. We drove in town for dinner and returned to a beautiful star lit night. Mary spread a blanket on the front lawn we looked at the stars and talked. We kissed for a while and I suggested we go inside to the bed.
I went into the bathroom to pee and when I returned Mary was just stepping out of her panties. She pulled the sheets back and turned around to face me. She must have made a conscious effort to hide her body. I was breathless. Mary had the most beautiful body I had ever laid eyes on. Her body was slim and fit. Her beautiful breasts curved down then up like a ski-jump. Her belly was slightly rounded and firm and her ass was magnificent. I realize these are all subjective judgments but this body could have been in any magazine in the world and people would have written in for more.
I lay next to Mary and pulled her to me. I could feel the hardness of her nipples and the softness of her breasts. My cock went right between her legs and her bush was wet and warm. As my cock slid into the warmth of her thighs, she gave a soft moan. Mary rolled me on top of her and opened her legs so that my cock immediately slid in part way and had to push the rest of the way. We rolled again and I was on top. Mary screamed and thrust towards me with such force that I felt I would be thrown off but she caught me with her legs and pulled me down hard again. Three of these bucking episodes and I gushed right along with Mary.
We lay panting and spent. I slipped down and began to lap her juices that sweetly mingled with mine. The lady closed her thighs around my head and began to pump my face, slathering her wetness all over my cheeks and nose. Mary was delicious. I could hear her muffled cries as her thighs closed over my ears and held tight. Suddenly, her thighs spread and I was given deeper access to her sweet pussy. Several deep thrusts of my tongue and Mary screamed and came again. I scooted up and kissed her with my dripping face and cum covered lips. We lay panting for a few minutes then Mary went down on me. There was only one woman who really turned me on with a blow job, but I enjoyed watching Mary enjoyed my cock.