My first wife and I were married in the 60's. Wendy was a flower child; willing to try just about anything. A free spirit, who even though she had a fairly big tits, often went braless in public. One Thanksgiving at my parents' house, she loudly proclaimed, "Oh shit, Jake, I forgot to put on panties."
We had a very traditional wedding but on our honeymoon. she revealed that not only wasn't she a virgin when we met, but that the best sex she'd ever had was with a woman, and the second-best time was when two guys did her at once.
I was a little naïve at the time and thought that she meant that she fucked one guy and then another guy fucked her. That's not what she meant; she meant that one guy fucked her in the mouth while the other guy fucked her pussy. "Jake, I'd like to do that again."
Wendy seemed to easily find a guy to join us. Thankfully, Wendy didn't have any desire to have me and this random stranger do anything to each other. That wasn't part of my fantasy.
"Well, Jake, what is your fantasy? I can't think of anything I wouldn't do."
Even though there wasn't much in the way of porn back then, or at least I didn't see it, and I had nothing to compare, I always knew I had an above average size cock, and I did have some exhibitionist tendencies.
After she'd get me hard, usually with her mouth. She'd take it out. "My God, Jake you have the biggest cock. Let me take a good look at it." Wendy would insist that I stand by our nightstand with my cock under the light. "Oh Jake, it's gorgeous. What a beautiful head and look at that big blue vein. I love licking it when I blow you."
Wendy loved to blow me.
Wendy examined my balls in much the same way. "They're so big. I love the way they bounce against my ass when we're fucking. Jake when you fuck me like a dog, I love grabbing a handful of balls and massage them while you ram that big cock in my pussy."
One day she came home with a Polaroid camera. "Jake, I want to get you hard and then take some pictures."
I didn't expect what happened next, but with those exhibitionist tendencies, I wasn't all that disappointed or embarrassed. She might show them off anywhere. To her friends and even perfect strangers, all women, "hey, let me show you pictures of my husband. Isn't he magnificent?" Or "did you ever see one so big?" I'd be within earshot.
Later at home, while we were fucking, "Jake, some of those women I showed your pictures to blushed, but they didn't turn away. I'll bet I could talk some of them into getting the same thing I'm getting right now. Even the married ones. Keep fucking me, Jake." What she meant was she could talk one of those women into joining us in bed.
Wendy was so much fun in bed, even when she invited another guy to join us, I never had any interest in taking her up on her offer of another woman. It just wasn't me.
As it turned out, I just couldn't provide Wendy with enough fun. Last I knew, she was hitchhiking along the Interstate entrance ramp, and was picked up by two guys. A few months later I got a postcard from San Francisco, she'd filed for divorce.
My second wife, Alma, was a wonderful woman, but she didn't like to fuck or suck my cock. "Jake, the only way I'm satisfied is for you to eat my pussy."
Now, I wasn't opposed to that and Alma had a very sweet pussy which she trimmed very close; making the eating easier.
Wendy could take or leave pussy eating. "Jake, you're good at eating my pussy, but not like the women who've done me." When she said she could take it or leave it, she meant from a man.
Alma was the one who really taught me cunnilingus. "Jake, this is the only way we're going to have sex; you need to become good at it. You can practice all the time."
By the time we split, I'd have to say that I was an expert. The women I dated after that never complained.
It took a few years to find another love, but I had no interest in getting married again, neither did Jackie. I'm not sure what I saw in her, but for over six years it worked out. I'm about 5'7" and Jackie was over 6' tall and always wore heels; sometimes even when we were fucking.
She liked to take charge of everything, even in bed. I didn't mind because the sex was so good.
By taking charge in bed, I mean that she'd demand, "Jake, you always eat my pussy so good why don't you do me with your tongue tonight."
That wasn't a problem until, "do me again, Jake. Your tongue is so good to my pussy."
This would go on late into the night, until I was thoroughly exhausted and "Jake, you've worn my pussy out. You were wonderful. I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning."
Those tomorrow mornings were the most incredible fucking you could possibly imagine. Those long legs wrapped around my back as they'd had been wrapped around my head last night; that big ass bouncing and when we completely rolled over those big tits bouncing in my face.
More and more, Jackie demanded pussy eating, and there was less fucking. Not that I minded the pussy eating; her pussy was tasty. It's just that I needed more.
TO BE CONTINUED
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