As a new wife of twenty one and not having much experience with sex, I have always been a little timid about trying new things. I have only had one sex partner in my life and that's my husband. He's several years older than I am, five to be exact. I grew up in a household that frowned on sex for anything other than procreation, and certainly not recreation.
Growing up with two older brothers, I would often try to steal looks at them when I would open the bathroom door without knocking as they were preparing for a shower. These were the first cocks I ever laid eyes on. Occasionally I was able to have a glimpse of an erection and I would go to my room and finger my clit until I orgasmed. Sometimes I would stick the handle of a brush in my hole as I did, imaging it was one of their cocks fucking me. I would have such intense orgasms in these fantasies.
When I turned twenty and began dating my future husband, much to my family's dismay considering our age gap, I was still a virgin. I think he liked the fact that I was untouched and still inexperienced with sex. My parents became comfortable with the idea of him as a future son in-law. He had a good job in a technical firm. We got married six months after we started dating.
My wedding night was the first experience with intercourse. Up until that night, he enjoyed making me cum by oral stimulation. I could never last very long when he licked between my labia and sucked on my clit as it swelled with excitement. It was so stimulating I found I was actually a squirter. At first we both thought I was peeing on his face. Upon discovering this new level of orgasm intensity, he made every effort to ensure it happened each time.
He wanted to do more and more things to me to see if the squirting would intensify. He would use vibrators then dildos and even bigger dildos. The more my vagina was stretched, the bigger my orgasm. Of course the more we did, the more I wanted. It was a huge turn on for me. I'm sure more than he realized. The combination of my moaning, writhing and convulsing as I orgasmed would drive him crazy.
He began tying me up, using a spreader bar and applying nipple clamps as he tormented me bringing such intense orgasms. I felt like I was becoming more desirable to him as I engaged in more obscure forms of sexual pleasure.
One evening, we had one of his friends over for Monday night football. I don't remember who was playing, but that's not important to the story. As they watched the game and drank beer, he had me restrained in the bedroom. I was nude with my wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts and the spreader bar keeping my legs wide apart. Before the first quarter was over my husband came back to the bedroom and I thought he was going to release me from my bondage but instead he placed a mouth gag choker ball on me and raised my legs up high using a chain connected to a hook in the ceiling above the bed.
He went back out to the living room and I could hear him talking to his friend. The next thing I know he brings his friend, Jack is his name, back to the bedroom and says, "Jack meet my wife Stacy."
Having a pillow under my head, I was elevated enough to see the expression on his face which was total shock. I'm sure he could see the same expression in my eyes, if he was even looking there. I was fully exposed with nothing left to the imagination as they both stood there taking in the view.
