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Authors name: Voy R Mann (voy_r_mann@hotmail.com)
Story title : The Story of My Wife 1 - Two Firsts
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The Story of My Wife, Chapter One. Two Firsts
by Voy R Mann (voy_r_mann@hotmail.com)
***
A story of voyeurism and a young woman's lust. A husband
reflects on just how well he knows his wife.
The first time I saw the woman who would become my wife
she was completely naked, straddling a lover, and having
the time of her life. I instantly knew she enjoyed being
on top. She wasn't sweating, she simply radiated passion.
How much of it came from sexual energy would be
speculation on my part, but I have come to recognize that
radiance and enjoy the benefits of being a part of it.
She had a shorter hairstyle at the time and her natural
auburn curls were lighter from the moisture and bounced
quite freely as she rode her partner. Her breasts were
round, flushed with passion, and clearly marked with
pink, thumb sized, nipples. In fact, she was pulling on
them as she slid back and forth on her lover. He had a
firm grip on her hips but I couldn't tell if he was
helping her slide around, or holding on to make sure she
didn't bounce off.
Maybe both.
Her skin was awesome; it had a sexual sheen no one could
misunderstand. Her delightful ass merely accentuated her
femininity and clearly marked her as a grown woman, not a
young girl. It is to this day an inspiring site,
regardless of attire.
Perhaps I should explain how I had come to be in this
position, a position of voyeuristic delights and a
stalkers obsession. It's a wonder I didn't get arrested.
I had just entered my senior year at a major southwestern
university and Janie was one year behind me. I was in
need of a part time job to supplement loans, grants, and
parental contributions and I stumbled upon a position as
maintenance director at a local townhouse community. It
seems the previous director had made the tenants nervous
as well as falling behind in the repairs. It didn't take
me long to discover why he was behind in his work. He had
installed peepholes from his apartment into the adjoining
apartments in the building. Partial payment for being
maintenance director is a rent-free apartment, and if I
had known who the neighbors were I may have been willing
to pay the rent on that room. In fact, I know I would
have.
My predecessor spent quite a bit of time wiring small
cameras and peepholes in the closets and air vents, it's
a wonder he got anything done at all. I discovered the
access quite by accident one day when I was packing up a
closet and I heard voices. I removed a cover panel and
found it to open into an air vent that opened into my
neighbor's bedroom. The voices I heard were from the
television, so I quickly replaced the panel and made
plans to investigate further that evening. I later found
a couple more plates that covered access into other parts
of the apartment, and to top it off they had miniature
security cameras wired into a small TV/VCR in one of the
closets. The closet had a false back with the small TV
set to monitor the cameras. It even had a remote switch
to control what camera displayed live to the screen. It
was just great. It was all I could do to prevent myself
from running into the street and proclaiming my good
fortune.
But I digress.
They began rocking violently on the bed as the young man
held firm and Janie moved with the animal passion born of
sheer physical desire. She had her head thrown back and
her mouth wide open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Silent that is until that jolt of electricity hit. The
young stud held off as long as possible but finally
arched his back and shot his hips several inches off the
bed, propelling Janie up and burying his cock even
deeper. I would be amazed at how deep. She let out a yell
that would make a man proud and used her legs to grip his
hips just like she was riding a rambunctious colt,
reaching down to grab his arms like the reins of that
colt and pull herself tighter in the saddle. Her head was
flopping wildly, nearly matching her breast action now
that she had let go of them. He had thrust up into her
almost brutally nearly half a dozen times and each time
she had landed back in the saddle with a brutality to
match. From my angle I couldn't get a clear picture of
what was happening between her legs, but it sure looked
like she was coming up far
enough to put body parts at risk if she landed
inappropriately. My concern was, as I would later find
out, unjustified.
Eventually she collapsed on his chest as he sunk down
into the bed, lazily running his hands over her back and
ass, gently toying with her asshole. A giggle and a shake
of her head indicated that was going to be a dead end, so
to speak. Then it was time to be truly shocked.
As she gingerly eased herself up and off her lover, I was
absolutely stunned at the amount of cock she extracted
from her cunt. I suspected the gentleman was thicker than
the average, but he was huge. And still quite "engaged,"
if you know what I mean. She was gaping open, semen just
pouring out. She then flopped back onto the bed,
obviously exhausted by this freak of nature, only to have
him make an attempt at mounting her again.
She pushed him away, smiling patiently, speaking
soothingly, I heard her tell him three hours was all she
could handle from him. In an apparent effort to shock me
even further I then heard her suggest he go down the hall
and check on her roommate since she may be available to
him. He jumped up with the silliest grin I had seen
lately and pleasantly bobbed his way across the room and
out the door, on his way to fresh meat I could only
assume. Moments later a striking brunette burst into the
bedroom with studly firmly in tow. Laughing, she asked if
this guy was for real, and Janie just pulled a sheet over
herself and told her the only real way to find out was to
experience him.
I couldn't believe my eyes, ears, and all other
applicable senses. This kid was taking advantage of the
brunette's decision to stand still to pull her panties
down and feel her up. In no time she had her nightshirt
off and was wrapped in an embrace that was headed one
way. I expected the kid to just mount her right against
the wall, but discretion won out for the young lady and
she towed him back down the hall. From what I overheard
they were headed for the shower. I could only assume she
wasn't completely comfortable sharing the remnants of her
roommate's passionate encounter with the young man.
Janie and I became good friends over time, but it was
Shelly, the roommate, I would occasionally share a bed
with. Janie had committed to "no serious lovers" while in
school and I didn't want ours to be a casual
relationship. I knew if I started sleeping with her I
wouldn't be content with that kind of relationship, so I
chose to be her friend, and we both agree that was the
best thing we could have done at the time. It was an
amazing stroke of maturity on my part. Of course, playing
the voyeur was an amazing stroke of immaturity, but I
refuse to apologize for my actions. After graduation I
very reluctantly moved to another city to begin my
career. So, imagine my good fortune several months later
when Janie was offered her "dream job" in the same city.
We soon began dating and finally fell into a lover's
relationship, growing closer each time we were together.
We married a year later and have been blindly happy ever
since. I have never told Janie about the camera and the
peephole, but I did remove all evidence of them when I
moved out.
Ironically, and at my encouragement, Janie has been very
open about her past relationships and her sexuality. She
has even "given me the details" surrounding encounters I
knew intimately, as well as those lessons in passion she
experienced before I peeped into her life.
What has to be my favorite story from Janie was the one
she told about her first real "sexual" experience.
Janie's family had moved into a new neighborhood when she
was in Jr. High. The whole cul-de-sac was new
construction, and as fate would have it, 8 of the
families had children in Jr. High. In fact, some of the
families moved in just because the children on the street
that were the same age as their child. They ended up with
5 boys and 3 girls growing up together and becoming very
good friends. As good friends are prone to do, they
protected one another and played games together and got
curious together. As the teenage years progressed the
sexual tension would sometimes get rather thick, until
one day when they were 16 and 17 years old things came to
a head, sort of. [Hell, I was amazed it took that long].
It seems a couple of the guys were often teasing the
girls about playing strip poker, offering to let them
deal the cards, shuffle the deck, whatever they wanted.
Finally one of the girls got right to the point and said
since all they wanted was to see them naked, why didn't
they just draw cards to see who would go first and then
take turns removing their clothes one item at a time.
That would be kind of like strip poker except everyone
would end up naked. Janie was a little shocked by the
suggestion, but since she had begun to give serious
consideration to the strip poker idea, she allowed
herself to be talked into it. Besides, she wanted to see
what the guys looked like naked too. After all, they had
matured significantly in the last couple of years and she
had to admit their group was quite the attractive crowd.
Since there were more boys, they decided to alternate,
boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-boy-girl-boy and draw cards to see
what the order would be for the guys and the gals. Janie
was the second girl. They gathered in a circle in the
bedroom of one of the guys and began to strip. The nerves
were taking a toll as each of them fumbled with buttons
and snaps, giggling with unease and anticipation, as each
member of the group disrobed further. Janie was
embarrassed to remove her shirt, and even further
embarrassed to drop her skirt. She was thankful she had
on new underpants and not something with holes or tears.
In fact, she never again wore panties she would be
embarrassed for her friends to see. Her friend Sheila was
the last girl in line to remove her clothes but she
discovered she would be naked first because she was only
wearing a one-piece jumper and no shoes or socks. Janie
still laughs at the memory of her expression when she
realized what was happening. As compensation the group
decided to remove shoes and socks all at once and not
make them part of the game. Sheila was only slightly
mollified as she reluctantly removed her bra and sat in
only her underpants while most of the group still had
their goodies covered. She attempted to cover her breasts
but the guys insisted that wasn't allowed. Betty laughed
when she agreed to the rule, it was becoming increasingly
apparent the guys were more than a little aroused by the
game and their briefs were doing little to restrain the
young men.
As Janie removed her bra the guys were getting quite
intense. All three girls had very stiff nipples and Janie
wondered if the boys even had a clue what that meant.
Janie and Betty were about the same size upstairs, with
Sheila being more the tall and thin variety. Her breasts
were smaller but Janie had always thought they were very
pretty. Dropping the garment onto her pile, she stole a
glance at Sheila, wondering if it was time to end the
game. Sheila unsteadily made her way to her feet and
daintily pulled her panties off. There were some audible
gasps and sighs, and even a moan, from the guys in the
room. Sheila just stood back up and announced, "Ta Da,"
as she dropped her flowered panties onto her pile. The
others broke into an impromptu cheer for Sheila as she
made an attempt to discreetly take her seat back on the
floor as ladylike as a naked lady could. She was a
natural brunette and had apparently been shaving her
bikini line that summer. Janie was sure she could smell
her friend as soon as her panties came off. When the
first boy pulled of his undershorts the girls all began
to giggle as his erection sprang loose. He was obviously
embarrassed and Janie quickly sensed that and told the
others to hush. "I doubt you would be giggling if someone
wanted to put something that big inside you," she said.
That seemed to silence her girlfriends and restore some
of the boy's pride. At the time she no idea how he
compared to others, but she soon found out he compared
quite well.
Betty was a well-tanned blonde; her breasts were already
exposed and showed a clear tan line. When she gingerly
pulled her panties down she looked like she had on a see
through bikini. She wasn't quite as discreet or ladylike
when sitting back down and the guys got a little crotch
shot for their trouble. Her grin let them all know it was
intentional. In what was the scariest moment of her life,
16 year old Janie stood up and peeled her panties off and
quickly sat back down. Being a red head got her a little
extra attention, as the guys wanted to see her "matching
luggage."
"Let them look," she thought, "I know I will."
In what amounted to a very short time, all eight were
naked and staring at one another in silence. The boys
were obviously aroused and Janie was now very sure the
girls were becoming quite fragrant. She almost giggled
thinking about it and how the guys were likely clueless
about it all. Janie and her girlfriends spent some time
studying the boys. After all, they were curious too. The
boys were all just a little different. A couple tapered
at the end and the others had a bigger head than the
shaft. The tapered ones were straight and the other
curved. Janie wondered how the curved ones would feel
inside her. Hell, she thought, I wonder what any of them
would feel like. There were similar sizes, but different
thickness, and a noticeable difference between the
longest and the shortest. Although it seemed odd that the
shortest one was the fattest, but the longest was not the
skinniest. Predictably, the question of "What now?" was
raised. Betty let it be known in no uncertain terms that
they need not expect to get laid that day. Billy shocked
them all by then saying, "OK, then how about
masturbating?"
Janie still thinks Sheila misunderstood the question, but
the next thing that happened was when Sheila simply said,
"OK" and moved next to Billy. She clumsily began to
stroke him and it looked like Billy was about to explode
simply from the touch of a female. At that age, I suspect
it was true. In a matter of just a couple of minutes
Billy shot off like a fire hose all over himself and
Sheila and parts of the furniture. Wide eyed and stunned
by this turn of events, Janie eased in front of Steve [he
was closest] and reached for his cock. "You're not going
to do that are you?" She asked, nodding toward Billy.
"I will if you keep that up" was his strangled reply.
Sitting on her heels, she concentrated on stroking Steve,
feeling very awkward. He had begun leaking semen shortly
after she started and kept muttering "don't stop, don't
stop" as she slowly pumped her hand over him. Looking to
her left and watching Betty start in on Larry, Janie
almost missed seeing him erupt as he shot off and
splattered her hair, breasts, cheek, and lap. Even though
she let out a startled yelp about her predicament, she
followed Steve's instructions and didn't stop stroking
until he stopped shooting.
What a trouper, and you have to ask why I love her so
much?
Betty was bringing Larry closer to a climax and everyone
was wondering where his semen would end up. Betty shocked
them all when she said "I don't want this all over the
place, lets try something different." She then bent over
and cautiously placed her mouth over the head of Larry's
cock. Janie estimates it took about 30 seconds for Larry
to cum. Betty pulled away choking and coughing and Larry
ended up shooting all over the both of them anyway. She
smacked him in the arm as soon as she recovered. "Why
didn't you tell me you were going to do that? I almost
drowned." She was a little peeved about the rest of the
gang laughing at her and showing little sympathy.
"Hell," said Larry, "I thought you knew what you were
doing."
That left Andy and Frank. Janie and Sheila glanced at one
another and then Janie moved toward Frank. Sheila was
closer to Andy, and Frank looked like he may not take
that long. As she started to stroke him he started
breathing a little harder and tensing up. She asked if he
was about to finish and he barely squeaked out a "yes."
Out of sheer curiosity, Janie leaned over and took the
head of his cock into her mouth. That was all it took as
he shot off into her waiting mouth. Janie handled things
a little better than the off guard Betty but a lot of it
still ended up all over the both of them. The taste was
OK, but the force of the ejaculation startled her. Sheila
took a different approach; she leaned over Andy and held
her mouth open. She ended up with a lot on her face but
probably managed to swallow more that Betty and Janie.
That was the first of several encounters the group had.
Janie later found out Betty and Sheila ended up at home
masturbating about it all just like she did. It was then
that they decided the guys owed them a favor. Janie still
gets damp just thinking about it and I get just about as
hard as I can stand it.
It's definitely a wonderful marriage.
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