Just An Average Wife
A mundane couple goes on vacation
Hi, I'm Tracy and I have to write what happened down while it is all fresh in my memory. I don't know that I will ever share my story but something inside me needs to write it down anyway. It is important that you understand that I have always considered myself to be a middle of the road average person. I grew up in a very conservative household and my father was a bit of a tyrant, at least when he was home. He tended to go to bars and pick up women rather than spend time with my mother and me. I lost my virginity in high school, and it wasn't a fun experience. I married my first husband as a 'fuck you' to my father. I realized the error I had made three years into the marriage.
I know that my first husband would have been happy to keep me and was a bit put out when I filed for divorce. He really enjoyed having someone to keep his house clean and to suck his dick. I guess in the dick sucking department I am not average. I happen to like doing it and I swallow. So, while I didn't mind the dick sucking, I did get tired of being his maid service. To be honest, I was tired of him. I married him because I liked him, not because I loved him, and I knew he would piss of my father. My father being a tall and trim workaholic and my husband being a very overweight and lazy hypochondriac.
I was living alone, just barely divorced, when I met Dan. I didn't know at the time he was the one. He said something very dirty to me the first time we met at a bar. We were both drunk. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn't. That deep voice, and the way he said it, sent a thrill through me. He kissed me and it nearly undid me. Nobody had ever kissed me like that. I lost track of him that evening and we went our separate ways.
One other thing about me that is not average is the way I look. I'm tall for a woman, standing at just under six feet. Imagine a tall Sigourney Weaver with a cup bigger boobs and brown hair down to my butt. Dan was shorter than me my three inches. The funny thing is that I never once considered that when I was with him or thought about him. We met up again through mutual friends and went on a few dates before we consummated our relationship. He was, and is, the best lover I have ever had. He brought me to places in bed that I didn't know existed.
I have to brag on him a little bit. He is a well-endowed man. I have measured it at 8-1/2" long and almost as big around. He is big and thick and so wonderfully good. We have gotten very intense and animalistic in bed and the only pain I ever felt was the good pain of that wonderful cock pushing against my cervix. That and his broad muscular shoulders and his blue eyes and a million other things. I fell in love with him, and we married a year later. I have never regretted a moment of our marriage.
As a middle of the road person my sex life was middle of the road as well. A very nicely paved middle of the road, but middle of the road none the less. We never discussed or considered wife swapping or sharing. It just wasn't on our radar. We jazzed up our bedroom fun with dirty movies and new positions, but we remained mundane for the most part. Not boring, just mundane.
I like a mundane marriage. Mundane is safe and doesn't require me to socialize much. I always feel awkward socializing. Dan chides me about it, but he doesn't understand the way it feels to be called 'long legs and fried eggs' in middle school. To be the tallest girl by a wide margin throughout school. It makes for a less than positive body image. Dan loves my body, but in my heart of hearts I am still that tall gangly girl ridiculed in school. Despite all that he loves me.
You don't need to hear about the day-to-day details of our marriage. Suffice to say we had a few arguments, but they always ended with fabulous makeup sex. We just went on loving each other and working hard. We worked so hard that we didn't get around to taking a vacation until we both turned thirty. We decided a tropical beach was the perfect solution to a cold January and we headed to Jamaica.
He had traveled outside the country on business several times. I had never been on an airplane. My first takeoff in an airplane was with my eyes tightly closed and a death-grip on Dan's arm. The landing probably would have been the same if he hadn't distracted me with the view out the window. I was so very excited, but also tired from a long day's travel. While we waited for our hotel bus several locals tried to sell us weed right out in the open! I used to smoke a little weed in high school and college, but I could really take it or leave it. Dan suggested that if we wanted weed, it would probably be a bad idea to buy it standing in front of the airport. I didn't much care, but I suspected he was interested in getting some while we were there. It was vacation after all.
An hour in a hotel bus over unimproved roads, watching the cows tied to billboards inches from the road, put the kibosh on my excitement. By the time we got to the resort I was exhausted. The resort we had chosen was all inclusive and adults only. We didn't want to worry about carrying money around and we didn't want the pitter patter of little feet interrupting a long romantic kiss. We figured that this kind of resort would let us have fun, feed us well, get us drunk, and not mind if we made a little noise in bed.
We spent the first half hour of our stay with wonderfully kind staff explaining the many amenities the resort offered. It was a bit overwhelming but eventually we got to our room. I insisted that we immediately change into our swimsuits and jump into the ocean. Dan managed to catch his board shorts on some coral and ruined them. A short time later we found the bar and had ourselves a nice beverage. Then we had another. After the third we decided a nap was in our immediate future.
We woke two hours later and got into the shower together. The resort had put some thought into the shower. First, it was large enough to be its own room and second, it had an alcove that served as a handy replacement for the bed when drying off would take too long. The shower wand and various shower heads ensured that water could be aimed in the most delicious places. We got pretty stirred up and tested the alcove. It worked fabulously. It was amazing with the warm water raining down on us and him penetrating me so deep. I will always remember that first lovemaking session at the resort.
We were staying in a private bungalow with an ocean view. We had our own small private pool in the back, just outside the sliding doors. It was awesome playing with Dan in that pool. We could get frisky without anyone noticing or interrupting. During our stay we took advantage of that pool. Even though we had it I wanted to spend most of my time on the beach near the ocean. I could find a swimming pool at home, the ocean not so much.
