My name is Dan, and my wife is Jessica. Jessica and I first met when we were little. I was 10 and she was 8 when her folks moved in across the street from mine. I didn't much like girls back then- I still thought they were 'yucky,' but Jessica was ok. She was more fun than most girls I knew, and she was cute too. That was when I first started experiencing feelings that, at the time, I couldn't understand. But we were young, and it never went any farther than some innocent flirting, and a little hair pulling.
Her parents moved away just before my first year of high school, and I thought I'd never see her again. I went through high school, graduated, and went on to State University where I majored in political science. It was my second semester, in one of the university's required core classes, that I again ran into Jessica.
She wasn't the cute little girl that I remembered. Jessica was all grown up, and this time I understood the feelings. Jessica was average height, slim, with brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. Looking her over, I noticed her perky breasts, about a B cup I guessed, and her round, tight ass that was so inviting in her tight jeans. And her face was best of all. Not movie star gorgeous. More of the sweet, innocent, girl next door look- which, come to think of it, she used to be. Jessica was cute and fun, and she had a great laugh. I fell for her instantly.
We dated all through college, getting to know each other emotionally much more than physically. Jessica came from a strict, religious home, and she wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. While I wasn't that thrilled about the idea, I was able to live with her wishes. So we kissed and hugged, and she allowed me to rub her breasts through her shirt. But never any more than that.
Needless to say, we didn't want to wait too long to get married, and right after graduation we did. Our wedding night was wonderful, mostly because for the first time I was able to feel my cock enveloped in the wet warmth of Jessica's pussy. Looking back, though, Jessica wasn't exactly an active partner.
You see, in all the strictness of her upbringing, Jessica was taught that sex is dirty and wrong. It is a necessary part of marriage- a woman's wifely duty, if you will. But it is not something to be enjoyed or cherished. It is an ugly act that should only be performed under the covers, with the lights out. And even then, it is the wife's duty to lie there with her legs spread, to allow her man to deposit his seed inside her, and not to complain too much. Active participation is only for hookers and tramps.
Over the years, I did my best to change her mind. I brought her to earth shattering orgasms whenever I could. I tried to talk to her about it- but she was more shy about talking about it than she was about doing it. I tried to go down on her, but she wouldn't have any of that. And she certainly wouldn't go down on me.
Eventually, I just gave up on changing her mind. It was a lost cause. I resigned myself to once a month turning out the lights, climbing under the covers, lifting the front of her nightgown and rolling between her legs. Then I would pump until I came, at which point she would get up and go to the bathroom to clean up. The rest of the time I would just masturbate, and while Jessica didn't love it, she came to accept my collection of pornography as better than the alternative.
It was frustrating to say the least. But I stayed with her. Jessica worked to support me while I was in law school. When I graduated and went to work for a large firm, she quit her job and stayed home as a house wife. Jessica was wonderful at entertaining, and she was a charming party guest. The house was always immaculate, and dinner was always waiting for me when I got home. Just the type of wife a high powered attorney needs. Just not a lot of fun.
I can remember exactly when everything changed. It was a Wednesday night, and I was in the middle of a long trial, getting home later than usual that week. Dinner was waiting for me like it always was, and over dinner she asked how my day was and I asked about hers. She told me that an older gentleman had moved in to the house next door. Name was Jim. I remember being pleased that someone was finally living in that house, and I asked about his wife. She said that he was widowed 5 years ago, and was now retired at age 65. She said that he had come over to introduce himself, and she had a nice chat with him. I told her to tell him I said hello and welcome, when she next saw him.
I finished dinner, watched a half hour of the evening news, and headed for the bedroom. Got changed, and climbed into bed. Jessica changed into her nightgown, climbed in next to me, and shut the light.
I said, "Goodnight dear." Then came the moment that changed my life. Instead of a return 'goodnight,' like always happened, Jessica leaned over to me and whispered, "Dan- would, um, would you like to make love to me?"
Now I realize that this may not sound so incredible. But understand, that not only had in not been a full month since our last love making session, but this was the first time in all our years of marriage that Jessica had ever initiated sex. Not even once before.
I was flabbergasted. I was speechless. I didn't know what was going on. All I could manage was just an "ok." I yanked off my bottoms, lifted her gown, and rolled in between her legs. I was rock hard when I slid my cock into her pussy and started pumping away. Jessica may not have moved or participated any more than usual that night, but to me it was the best sex I'd ever gotten. When we finished, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, and I went to sleep. |