No sexual innuendo or action involving minors is mentioned in the story.
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Allen and I have been classmates since high school. We started going out to movies in junior high. Back then, Allen was a running back on the football team. His best friend was Mark, who was a tight end on the same team. Mark's girlfriend was another classmate named Clara. As seniors, the 4 of us double dated frequently. I liked the 2 boys. My relationship with Clara was more reserved, but since Mark liked her, I tolerated her company, and made efforts to incorporate her in our discussions and games.
We 4 were born either in January or February and celebrated our 18th birthday together in Allen's house. We ignored the 'no alcohol under 21' law and had beers around. Clara didn't drink and I had a bottle of Heineken. The boys drank at least 3 each, and were under the influence pretty quickly.
We played Charade and Pictionary, and later started Truth or Dare. Others may play it differently, but we used an empty bottle of Heineken, and going around, each one spun the bottle. Whoever the bottleneck was directed at him/her, was supposed to confront the truth or dare. Clara was first. She chose truth. I asked if she truly loved Mark. She blushed and nodded yes. Then the bottle aimed at me. I chose dare. Allen chuckled and dared me to kiss Mark for a full minute. I didn't hesitate. I liked him very much, and for the sake of the game, I happily obeyed. Next, it was Allen's turn, and he chose truth. Clara asked if he loved Mark. Allen grinned, "Of course. We are BFFs." Then, the bottle pointed at Clara again. She selected a dare. Mark instructed her to kiss either me or Allen. She refused, stood up, and said the game was very stupid. She and Mark left soon after.
In the following months, we met them multiple times and went together to movies or coffee places. We had only one more party in my house: It was prior to Spring Break. I invited 5 couples, including Clara and Mark. My parents were away, and I allowed the guests to use our wine bar. In the beginning, the atmosphere was calm and polite. The music, dancing, TV watching, all was as usual. I noticed Mark was drinking more heavily than usual, but he seemed to tolerate it well, so I ignored it. Then I went to the kitchen to cut the chocolate cake. As I was carefully slicing it, I felt a male's body hugging my waist. He whispered in my ear, "Ruby, I love you and always will."
I recognized Mark's voice. He smelled of alcohol, and I blurted "Buddy, I love you too, but you need to be careful; If Clara comes to the kitchen, she will misunderstand your intentions."
He giggled, "Yes, she is a jealous person. Luckily, Allen is not."
"Mark, I never gave him a reason to be jealous."
"Ruby honey, I envy your relationship. I love both of you very much."
I smiled, "It's good to know, and as a reward, you'll get 2 pieces of cake."
He kissed my cheek one more time, and repeated, "I really love you." Then he left me and returned to the living room.
By the end of the school year, we realized our quartet was about to break. Allen and I got accepted to ASU. Clara registered with UIC, and Mark chose to join the Marines, like his father before him.
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A year later, Mark was sent to Afghanistan and then Iraq, and we rarely heard from him. Clara chose to separate from Mark, who she hardly saw, and was now dating another college student in Chicago. Allen and I got married and, with the help of our parents, rented a small apartment in Chandler, AZ. Besides our studies, we earned some money; Allen by helping random customers build web pages, while I tutored a few high school students in math, chemistry, and biology. We agreed to focus on our careers before bringing children to the world.
Our sex life was satisfying from the start. We knew each other well and weren't shy telling the other what we liked and what we thought might feel better. Neither of us had prior sexual experience, so we began cautiously, learning on the go. As a virgin, I was slightly scared of the first time, but Allen was patient with me. He licked and ate me before rupturing my hymen with his fingers. Fortunately, the hymen covered very little, and the pain was mild and short in duration. I was aroused, and when he mounted me and started riding, I was more than ready. I orgasmed twice before he came in my vagina. Then he kissed me, and we went to sleep spooning.
We loved our sexual sessions, and soon experimented with various positions. Everything was on the table, although each of us had his/her favorites. Allen preferred 69 and missionary position with my legs on his shoulders, while I loved doggy style and cowgirl. After the first year, in one of our lovemaking times, Allen mentioned he'd like to expand our sexual horizons. Based on his suggestions, we tried fucking on the carpet, on the heavy kitchen table, and even on our laundromat. I definitely was more impressed with the first 2 than the 3rd one.
Then we tried Allen's idea of titfucking. I've read about it and wished to accommodate Allen's request. However, my C cup firm boobs were not ideal for that purpose. Even when I squeezed them forcefully on his rigid pole, the friction was less than adequate, and I ended up sucking him instead.
A big success story, though, was our anal experience. When Allen first mentioned it, I was frightened. His 7" thick organ would rip my back hole, cause tremendous pain, and I'd need corrective surgery. Allen didn't push, but when I asked what present he wanted for his birthday, he repeated his dream of using me anally. I loved my husband too much to disappoint him without thoroughly checking why in a well published study, about 25% of women who went through it liked the experience. Of course, I wasn't familiar with the details of the study, including male organ size, women's age, bowel habits, etc. I've read 2 instructional essays about anal sex, and without telling Allen anything about it, I prepared myself for the experience. I began eating more fiber-containing foods to soften my bowel movements, sat in hot water tub for half an hour at every opportunity, and most importantly, started dilating my sphincter with different size dildoes. A lot of KY jelly was used during my puckered hole training. A week before his birthday, I was able to maneuver a large dildo, that was almost as thick as Allen's member when erect. I hoped I was ready for him.
On the evening of his birthday, I decorated our bedroom with lit candles, placed aromatic incenses in strategic locations, dimmed the lights, took a long time cleaning myself, and chugged a glass of Chardonnay. When Allen showed up, I appeared wearing a red sheer baby doll and whispered seductively if he wished to eat his dinner or first have his birthday present.
He grinned, "Regular dinner can wait. I'd rather have you on the menu as an appetizer."
"Well, honey, I know you fantasized about anal fun, and I think I am ready for you. But, please, be patient and careful."
He kissed me tenderly and mumbled, "Darling, I'll do my best. Unless I am sure I can pleasure you, I won't force it."
We started with 69. I blew him nice and slow, and his member engorged rapidly. Allen started by licking and kissing my cunt, but then he moved down for a rimming job. It felt good and erotic. I knew my back hole area was well prepared and was not concerned about my smell or taste. In fact, I noticed that when he penetrated my anus with his tongue, his organ extended and hardened further. My arousal steadily heightened, and I began to groan. He switched position and placed me on all 4. Next, he invaded my moist pussy with his cock and plowed it slowly. At the same time, he spread KY jelly on my crack, and gently inserted his forefinger into my asshole.
Instinctively it contracted, but relaxed seconds later. His finger moved circularly to widen the opening, and then a second finger invaded my hole. I was already used to larger objects, and it felt good. I rode his fingers to hint I wasn't suffering. He added more jelly via his fingers, then pulled them out and began gingerly pushing his cock into my opened anus. Allen was extremely slow and gentle. I felt my sphincter expand as much as possible, and it started to hurt a little, but then I heard a soft plop, and his organ was in. His raging tool was surrounded by smooth skin, and with the abundant lubrication, I felt pressure rather than true pain. Allen stayed still for several seconds and waited for my signal to advance forward. Once my anal hole adjusted to his girth, I began bobbing on his member and whispered, "Honey, you feel wonderful in my ass. Go ahead, fuck me."
