My name is Paul and I am 42 years old. The story I am about to tell describes how I cheated my wife and how loving our relationship is. I will start by describing how I met my wife and the connection we developed and then tell the story of how I cheated on her. It sounds awkward but that is how things are now. My wife, Jan, and I don’t have a lot, but we have each other. That sounds really corny and all, but there’s nothing corny about having her naked and lying beside me at night.
I met Jan in a big sports store warehouse. I was working as a foreman when she joined the business. Jan is now a lovely twenty seven- year-old. She worked in the security room monitoring the cameras. Although she is 15 years younger than me we took an instant liking to each other which developed into love. The only problem was that we were both broke. I lost almost all my savings to an investment scheme of Bank securities which went ashtray after the bank filed for bankruptcy. Jan came from a poor family that could only hold their household mortgage due to my future father in law working in the local town hall as garbage collector. My future mother in law was adding to the family income by her sewing machine adjusting dresses and garments. Jan has a twin sister Luanne which is quite the opposite in character. Although with Jan we developed a sweet erotic sensational relationship, sometimes I need to enjoy the sweet juices of other women, in fact one and that is her sister.
We live in a Studio apartment and sleep on the fold-out sofa bed, but after a couple of years, we’ve gotten used to the discomfort and sleep like logs, when we’re not doing other stuff. Jan is soft-skinned, chocolate brown, snuggly, big-eyed, big haired. She’s got really cute hair and it’s all fluffy and looks like a lion’s mane on her small head.
And when its bedtime and the lights are out and she gets next to me, I always thank God that she’s with me. I mean, I’m not that religious or anything, but to have someone that warm and cuddly and soft next to me in bed, after all those years of being lonely and alone, well, I have to be grateful.
After two years of marriage and lots of savings we decided to rent a small store and start our own sports shop hoping that with our knowledge and experience, we would be able to survive developing a niche marketing approach. We are exhausted from our efforts of establishing our shop so generally, things are pretty calm these days and snuggling gives us both what we need, snuggling and holding and hugging. And when something more is needed, neither one of us is shy about letting it be known.
When Jan snuggles up to me, freshly bathed and still a little damp, I can’t help but turn over and hug her. I put a leg and an arm over her smooth body (we always sleep bare, and her skin is like velvet). Things like the shop development, orders, rent, the electric bill, the car payments, and saving up enough so we can expand our business and move to a bigger, nicer place, all fade as she just cuddles in closer and closer and puts her face on my shoulder and we get so close that we’re almost inside one another. And she’s smooth all over.
I remember the night, about four months ago, that I was lying there, listening to the shower going, waiting for her to come to bed, wondering what was taking her so long. When she came out, I was glad to see her, but didn’t know why her big eyes and big grin were sparkling so much till she got in under the covers, snuggled up and then took my hand and placed it on her bush, which wasn’t there anymore!
Knowing that it was a present, knowing that her silky smooth, milk-chocolate body was smooth everywhere, made my heart really start to hammer and I sort of went crazy and attacked her. I licked and kissed her freshly-shaven pussy until her giggles faded and she was gasping and groaning and writhing all around. I kept eating her even after her final jerk-twitch-gasp that always means she’s done. Hers was the first bald pussy I’d ever had and even after she went unconscious, I kept licking her, touching her, slurping down all her wetness until her withered clit started getting hard again.
She woke up grabbed me by the hips and pulled me over her, as my cock was fully erected and she decided she needed a good fuck. Turning me over, she climbed on top of me, sinking my cock into her slick love tunnel. I liked her on top doing most of the work because my old back didn’t have the strength it used to. She had a knee at each side of my hips pivoting them allowing her to stroke the inner length of my seven inch cock. I was able to reach up to fondle her beautiful young breasts that still had bulging brown areolas. The nipples stood out like brown peanuts and felt solid when I pinched them. She kept telling me how wonderful it felt sliding in and out of her cunt. I look down to watch my cock covered with her white foam sliding in and out then feeling her clit like it would burst too. Throwing her head back she started screaming her pleasure.
I felt her cunt muscles clamping down on my cock as if trying to milk it, and that was all I needed to start my cum to splash into it when her muscles clamped down. Finally she straightened her legs out beside mine and lay on my chest milking my cock with her cunt muscles until he finally became soft and dropped out of her. She rolled off to my side and we dropped to sleep with her cuddled against me.
But that kind of thing doesn’t happen often. Mostly we just snuggle and pet and kiss and stuff, and I usually fall asleep running my hands over her smooth thigh or shoulder, nuzzling her face and rubbing noses with her. It’s just so peaceful having her lying there–someone who loves being touched.
When I run my hand down her side, caress her hipbone or scrape my fingernails on her round buns, I just forget about everything else but her, the moment, and how much I love her. But we weren’t always so sedate. Like any other couple, our first few months together were filled with almost continuous fucking.
That’s the only word for what it was back then: ‘fucking.’ We’d have dinner, snuggle on the sofa–the same one as now–and bingo, her sweat- pants and panties were on the floor, her tube-top was off, and my face was buried between her legs. Things got to the point at one stage that as soon as I walked in the front door, Jan and I would strip, go directly to the sofa and and enter her wet warm pussy with my hard pulsating cock and fuck like rabbits till we lost our breath and had to stop for air and continue fiercely till we both cum.
Other couples had their “Hiya Honey I’m Home” Kiss. Jan and I had our “God I Missed You Let’s Screw” homecoming come. It was during those months that we explored and learned about every aspect of each other’s body. It was also a time when we learned that what we had went way beyond just sex.
But the sex remained first and foremost long after we got used to having each other around, and though we were still pretty active, things calmed down a lot. Even through a phase of doing other things, like not losing our creativity as I still enjoy having her wear fishnet stockings without panties and short skirt each time we are traveling by our car.
Jan, when she’s feeling frisky, will come to watch television with me, but before she sits, she takes a second or so to strip naked before she settles down beside me. Then I grab her close and squeeze her and we watch a show or movie, and during the next commercial, I’ll strip and we’ll watch the rest of the show naked. Then, when the show’s over, the TV goes off, we pull out the bed and do a ‘sampler’ of all the things we’ve done till we find which one is best for that night and do it and do it till we can’t do it anymore.
And when I’m in the mood, well, I wear the pants in the house and so I just attack. It takes Jan about a tenth of a second to get in the mood, and she stands there passively grinning that toothy grin of hers while I strip her down. Then she lies there and I get on top of her and we end up going through our whole list again, find the right thing, and do it till our brains melt out our ears.
There are still other times less frequent now–that we look at each other, smile, and practically rape each other to shreds like in the old days. We’ve wound wind up limp and wilted on the living room floor, by the front door, in the bathroom, in the kitchen–everywhere–and once even in our car in our underground parking stall because Jan had made eyes at me and we both knew we needed it so bad it wouldn’t wait.
So now we snuggle. We snuggle up and watch television and actually get through to the end of the two hour long movies. We snuggle side by side in the armchair and look out the window during the weekends and talk about all the things we’re going to do someday. And we snuggle and don’t talk or think about anything at all. Saturday nights are spent in our bathtub to enjoy one of our real luxurious–bubble baths. But even that took a little calming-down on both our parts. The water- softener in bubble-bath makes skin all smooth and silky.
Though two weeks ago, having my smooth little Jan beside me in the tub, with lower-scented froth up to our noses, and the hot water feeling like honey and milk between us. I couldn’t stop running my hands over her and then I was kissing her and then she was kissing me and then I was holding her boobs and then it really got out of hand. I wound up finger-fucking both her sweet cunt and asshole while we tongue-kissed and there was such an ocean of splashed-out water on the floor when we were through that we had to go next door to borrow our neighbor’s mop and bucket.
But now it’s mostly snuggling and stuff, and if Jan and I were to suddenly become celibate calmed down all the way–that would be enough. Of course, it doesn’t look like we’ll ever calm down that much.