Chapter I -- Newlyweds Sexual Discovery
Any sexual fantasy involving another man between your wife's legs, especially one that escalates into not using a condom, usually remains just that, a sexual fantasy. Any one lucky enough to experience it knows that it takes a number of circumstances to nudge fantasy into reality.
On the rarest occasion, you might find that your significant other develops a similar fantasy, one of being watched. Be mindful though, this fantasy combination is rather like the proverbial snowball rolling down the mountain. It starts out the size of a pebble and grows the size of a house.
Trust me when I tell you, I was there.
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Before meeting my wife, I was like any other mid-western Joe looking for that perfect woman. I had this grand vision of meeting the perfect woman in much the same places Grandma described meeting Grandpa, church, or perhaps even, church. If not for some astronomically odd set of circumstances, I might have done just that. However my new job straight out of college said different.
As someone who usually takes forever in making a decision, I finally decided to go straight from undergraduate to masters degree. I thought in doing this I would have the world by the ass. I figured I would simply skip ten years of indentured servitude to those with more experience. I was convinced experience was secondary at best. Hell, after two and a half more years I had a piece of parchment that said so.
Little did I know, a twenty-five year old with a Masters Degree with absolutely no practical experience held as much clout in the engineering world as a teenage grocery store bagger. In fact, I think it made things worse. They had it in for me from the word go.
In the beginning, I was under so much scrutiny to make my time lines it was insane at best, but as luck would have it my boss's director was a hard core drinker and an after hour socialite. Yes, I know, that sounds rather odd in that this guy wore a pocket protector full of pens, had a wicked comb over hairdo, and headed up some of the most cutting edge aerospace projects on the globe, but it's true. I wouldn't have believed it either.
The part that benefited me the most though was that he was the only one who ever, and I do mean ever, invited me to any after work activities. I was not only the new brat with a master's degree; I also didn't look the part. I've always considered myself a decent looking man, and unlike my counter parts, have had actual girlfriends before. This combination rendered me engineering kryptonite when it came to making friends or being invited to anything after 5:00 p.m.
It was a mixed reality though, on one hand, I wouldn't go to a spitting contest with anyone in my department if it meant being associated with them. On the other hand, I knew the only way to make six figures was to mix with them.
Again though, I had a lucky stroke in that my second level boss developed a liking to me from the start. Without him actually coming out and saying it, I knew he considered me an investment. He figured if he invited me to anything at all, he might collaterally meet a woman, banking on me meeting one with a friend. I think everyone has had that someone who bettered their odds of getting laid. However, up to this point in life I usually found myself leaching off of a friends mojo to meet the friend.
Late one evening last Fall, right after wrapping up a long overdue project the group began mumbling about, really cutting up and celebrating after work. I just kept to myself as I had become accustomed to, when Don, my second level boss came up and said "John, I know it hasn't been the easiest acclimation, but you are performing beyond anyone's expectation. You were crucial in making our Z-date on the LM Project. Just so you know, we are all going to Brooke's Cabaret this evening and everyone would like to see you there."
I have to say, I was elated by the invitation. Not that I was desperate for plans, it just felt good to think I was finally overcoming that stone barrier they all so skillfully set up in the beginning. Before close of business, several of the guys came up and back slapped me apologizing for the almost Mennonite shunning they gave me, and begged me to attend.
It wasn't really a shocker to know that they were going to an upscale strip club. Hell, most of the guys in my department were single, imagine that, and all made well over 100K per year. If they didn't maximize their "I'm so fucking smart" appearance, and attitude, most of them would have loving wives at home, or at least a girlfriend. They actually had a lot to offer.
Just before leaving that day, we, meaning they decided to meet in the parking lot of Brooke's at 9:00 p.m. I was one of the first to arrive that evening and decided to exit my car and walk up to the front door to wait. During a span of 20 minutes or so, they all began to roll in dressed like they were on a mission to repel women, when the door to Brooke's flew open. As it did, Don shouted "What are you guys waiting for?"
I had no clue he was already in the place. He stepped outside and immediately began herding everyone in. As we all walked in, he continued his herding and guided us all to three tables pulled together at the right side of the stage. I happened to notice even before getting to the tables that there were two phenomenally hot women sitting at the end closest to the bar.
I kind of angled myself around two co-workers in an attempt to sit at least close to that end of the table when Don grabbed me around the neck saying, "Hey, Tim, sit with me." I had no choice at that point.
As he walked me to the middle of the tables, I made eye contact with one of the two women sitting at the end of the table and for the first time in my life my heart skipped a beat. We gave one another a stare that was the most intense instant connection one could even imagine. It was almost as if we spiritually hugged one another.
Later, finding out her name was Tess, I soon found myself hypnotized by her beautiful smile as she made it a point to sit beside me. I was a nervous wreck looking at her gorgeous legs, and her beautiful light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Everything about her was womanly perfection, from the top of her head to her cute feet and perky breasts. Regardless of a man's ego, she was the type to make any man feel as though she was too good.
In hind sight, I think she was wondering how I found myself in this mix of people. It quickly became apparent to me that this table space was the money hot spot for every women in this establishment. I mean they saw this set of tables as the most cash to be made in the shortest amount of time. Let's face it, twelve guys who made excellent money, who probably never even kissed a woman besides their mother was just good business sense.
Within an hour, I must have seen a grand pass from engineers' fingers to dancers. I quickly saw the angle too, as did the owner.
The owner quickly caught on to what a cash cow this set of tables became, deciding to give every one free drinks for the first hour. They had what I had never seen or even heard of before in a strip club -- a timed disc, similar to what you might see waiting for a table at Olive Garden.
Coming straight out of school, I had a very good liquor tolerance, but most of these guys I found did not. The same incredible woman who shared the glance of a lifetime with me happened to notice that I was trying to protect some of my co-workers from drinking too much, in vain as it was, when she walked over to me and said, "Looks like you are the baby sitter tonight."
I quickly replied, "No, no, just trying to keep them from making too much of an ass of themselves."
She then asked, "I've seen all these guys several times before, are you a friend or Relative?" It was at that moment I realized she had no idea I was actually in this work group, almost suggesting there was no way I could be professionally associated with them.
I then replied, "No I'm the new aerospace design bitch for the D-35 project at A-Dine, trying to salvage a time line for the new recovery element, and most assuredly wondering if these ass holes can deliver so I can save my fucking job."
The entire time I said it, she gave a mouth half opened, wide-eyed stare, and absolutely thought I was full of shit stating "Well forgive me professor!" She went on to exclaim rather defensively, "So if I ask one of these guys, they will tell me you actually work with them? Do you honestly have any idea what these guy's work on Buddy Boy? Let me tell you, I've seen this bunch before, you don't have to BS me. They worked hard to get where they are and I respect that. You're a nice guy, just don't lie to me."
Now most guy's might become defensive or offended, but I was rather flattered by it. It basically said I didn't fit the ultra geek image they so skillfully exuded. I chuckled replying, "Yes my Dear, if they can coherently speak, I think they might say something like, he's our D-35 bitch. He works harder than we do, he deserves all the credit, and we have been asshole's to him."
It became evident that these guys were regulars at Brooke's, and had bragged their asses off about what they made, what they did, and how brilliant they thought they were, in an attempt to overshadow their extreme talent for appearing unattractive to women.
Still, I was okay with her skepticism. There was no doubt she had heard it all in her line of work. Just seconds after my reply, she said, "One second," and rose to walk toward Don. It was at that moment I realized how breathtakingly gorgeous she was. I had already fallen in love with her gorgeous smile, but As she walked those few steps, I noticed her God granted beautiful smooth shiny tanned legs, her small petite waist, perfect butt, dark blonde hair bouncing down her back, those cute feet, and gorgeous red toe-nail polish. I was entranced as I watched her. She made me believe in a higher power.
She then leaned down to Don who already had two women sitting on each side of him. I knew she was confirming my story, when she hugged him and said something I couldn't hear over the music, but knew it was a fact finding mission.
She then walked back to the chair beside me with eyes and mouth wide open saying, "I'm not used to saying I was wrong, but Oh, my God, he said you're one of the most brilliant young engineers he has ever met. I can't believe you work at A.D." I had never known what a benefit it could be, having a hammered boss until this moment.
Given that Don was wasted, I wasn't about to correct such an overstatement. I felt so very proud that he would say such a thing though.
As she sat back down, she didn't say a thing at first. She just looked at me for a few seconds with her gorgeous half-smile shaking her head.
From utterly out of the blue, she uttered "I forever stand corrected. I told my friend Renee when you guys first came in that you were the good looking friend or relative. You are just too good looking to work at A.D. We have known Don since forever. He's been coming in here several times a month since I've been here. He's so sweet."
I replied, "Oh, yes, Don truly is a great guy. He's my boss's boss." Having had several drinks and feeling like the night was passing me by; I began thinking I had to get out of Brooke's so that I could go to a normal bar and try to meet a woman I had a shot with. I reasoned that there was no way I could leave Brooke's with a woman, especially one as hot as Tess, plus I didn't want to fork out the price of an HD plasma TV just for a tease.
I then rose up and said, "Tess, I'm so glad I met you. I have to say, you are a dream woman in every way, a woman I could never hope to be with, but will most assuredly fantasize about... Take care of my cohorts, they mean well, but are getting really drunk, and have too much cash on them right now."
I will never forget the look she gave me at that very moment. I think it's when I truly fell in love with her. She gave me a look as if I had just shattered her heart.
She began grabbing my arm saying "No, No, No, I need you here with me. I can't keep this bunch in line. Don't go...They need you here... please don't leave... Don gets really funny after a few more drinks, you'll see."
As she finished saying it, I hugged her and replied "Tess, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life, I'll come back to see you, but it's late and I doubt very seriously you would say yes if I asked you to leave here with me."
As I finished saying it, and I mean right then, she grabbed both sides of my face and said, "Please wait here a second. Please, just wait here -- you'll wait here a second?"
I grinned replying, "No problem, I'm right here." I watched her immediately go to the bartender, lean over lean over to tell him something, get handed her purse from behind the bar, and begin walking back smiling ear to ear.
As she got to me, she hugged me and said, "I can't believe I found you -- Let's get out of here."
I was dumb struck. Instantly I replied, "Okay, yes, sure, let's go anywhere but here."
I jokingly said, "Let me get this straight, I am actually leaving here with you, you and me, you are leaving here with me, you and I, me and you...?"
She laughed and replied, "I have to grab my things from the back. Wait for me out front; I'll pull my car up there. We're not supposed to ever leave with a patron, against the rules, so I will find you out front."
I immediately acknowledged her and walked to Don to say my goodbyes. As I did, he jokingly, but most assuredly uttered, "Listen to me you young, lucky, mathematically talented fuck. You'll forever be the first to leave here with an angel, and Tess is an angel, don't hurt her. I've known her for a while and she is a good person. If she tells me you're an ass, you're done."
I replied chuckling, "Oh my God Don, I promise. I will be the pinnacle gentleman, besides, I think I love her. I want you to come top our wedding."
In response he began chuckling, as he slurred "She's a sweetheart. If you even upset her I will fire you, and I mean I will find a reason to let you go. Be good to her. You just became the luckiest man I know. She's never thought about leaving here with someone, and trust me, I've been here a lot. She fell in love with you tonight I think." Again, I reassured him emphatically.
As I grabbed my jacket and began to say my goodbye's to the entire workgroup, I got a very mixed reaction. Some were jokingly slapping my back with a good luck smirk, while others looked at me like I smacked their mother. I reasoned that those who hated me would always hate me, and that would always be that.
The fact that I was leaving Brooke's with Tess actually saddened me somewhat. All my coworkers, even with the amount of money they had spent there, hadn't even rendered them so much a kiss. Funny thing is, I would have given anything to have their friendship, even if just professionally.
Upon entering the parking lot, I vacantly realized that I had parked at the far end of the lot, instantly thinking "if I go to my car, I might miss her." In a moment of Panic I figured I'd get my car and pull it up to the front door thinking she'd certainly look closest to the front door.
As I jogged to my car I couldn't help but think she was just trying to rope a guy who made a good living. I have to say though at this point I could have cared less. For the first time in my life I worried about what I was driving. Not because it was a piece of shit, but because it was nicer than anything I could afford.
As it was, three months before graduating from College, my brother decided to trade up his car. Before he did, he marveled at the fact that I was still driving a 1977 Pontiac Bonneville that ate two quarts of oil per week, incessantly harassing me about getting a real car. My brother and his wife felt sorry for me to the point that they offered me a car I could never afford at the time, but a payment level I couldn't resist.
He could have gotten a great trade in with it, but I'm sure felt sorry for me. At first he offered it to my mother who promptly said, "Why not let your brother have it. He can make payments to you as long as they're cheap."
Long story short, I was an in debt, newly hired engineer, driving a two year old convertible Mercedes CLK320. Even though I thought she was into snagging money, it didn't matter, it was okay by me - I was trying every angle at this point. Truth is, I felt I didn't deserve to drive a car this nice yet in life, as much as I didn't deserve to have a woman this amazing.
After running to the car, I pulled in front of Brooke's and waited for a few Minutes. I then heard a slap on the window. Instantly I turned down the radio volume and hit the window button at the same time. As it rolled down, I realized it was Tess. She quickly said, "My friend needs my car tonight, can you take me to my apartment first?"
I replied, "Sure, not a problem."
She leaned in the window and kissed my cheek and said, "Be right back."
After a few seconds she came back out wearing the sexiest jeans and cutest long sleeve tight T-shirt I had ever seen on a woman, and climbed into the car.
As she plopped into the seat, I said "Okay, good to go... Ready?"
She said "No."
It was another life altering moment for me. Her beauty rendered me incapacitated. She reached for my hand on the gear shift and said, "Jusssst.... Not yet."
For me it was an odd uncomfortable moment as she stared at me for just those few seconds. I asked, "Oh God, what?"
She giggled and said, "I just can't believe it. I swear to God I can't believe it. You are such a nice caring man. I see that in you. You have a brain. you're great looking, and you want to make something of yourself. You're... you... just... I want to remember this moment. I may never have this moment again. I just want to spend this very second with you, when you tell me to leave, I will leave."
I was dumb struck. Telling her to leave? I wanted to ask her to marry me.
Other than the fact that I was undeniably in love with her, I have no clue what came over me when my lips began moving saying "Ordinarily I would lie wanting to impress someone as beautiful as you, but you need to know I am in debt with my education up to my eyeballs. My brother gave me a great deal on this car because I could never afford it at this point in my life. I just bought my first home and my mom had to co-sign because I had no credit. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, so it's better you know this. I've invested my entire life to have this career, and have nothing to lose by telling you right now I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you tonight."
Neither of us said a word for at least twenty seconds. We just stared at one another with perhaps the same expression. Again feeling as if I had nothing to lose, I slowly leaned over to her and softly kissed her lips.
Everyone says they remember the best kiss they ever had, well let me tell you this was mine. If it were a cartoon, my shoes would have blown off and smoke would have blown out of my ears. I took a mental snap shot of the entire event. Her beautiful perfume, a slight piece of her hair on her lips, the feel of her soft hand touching my face, was entirely hypnotic.
After this amazing moment in time, I went for broke and just blurted out, "I know this is going to sound absolutely insane, but why don't we go back to my Place, we can throw a bunch of blankets on the floor, build a fire in the fire place, pop in a DVD, cook a frozen pizza, poke at the fire? To be honest with you, I'd like to just be near you and pretend you're all mine."
Her mouth opened slightly with a surprised expression, and she simply replied "Done."
Almost in disbelief, I quickly reached for the shifter and off we went. I felt as if I was in high school driving off with the prom queen, the home coming queen, and the captain of the cheerleading squad rolled into one. It was the pinnacle of my time on earth and in my search for the perfect woman.
Upon arriving at my home, she kept going on and on about how she loved it. I was rather proud of it too, but forgot to mention the part where my mother had to co-sign on the mortgage in order for me to get approved. With little credit, I could never have been approved on a $260K home loan.
She and I were both speaking a mile a minute. Where we grew up, what we liked, dreams and goals, favorite movies, favorite food, almost as if we were trying to catch up for all the years we hadn't known one another. We both felt so very comfortable around one another. Our personalities were a custom made match. Tess was a very independent woman; of that I could tell the moment I met her. She spoke her mind, didn't hesitate to give her opinions, knew who she was, what she wanted, etc. It was like a breath of fresh air.
We did everything we spoke of in the car from cooking the frozen pizza to building a fire in the fire place. She eventually was just wearing the long sleeve T-shirt and her panties, which was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. We were still up at 5:00 a.m. talking, occasionally kissing and holding each other in front of the fireplace when things escalated.
I knew she was special because I was more afraid of making a bad impression than I was with having sex with her. During an extremely heated moment, my hand instinctively went from her ass to under her panties and, as it did, I just about passed out with ecstasy when my middle finger grazed her soaked pussy lips. I just let it pass between her warm slick pussy lips several times and then plunged my finger inside her.
I was utterly amazed with how it felt. She was so very wet, and yet I could still feel her vagina around my finger. With just my middle finger inside her, I could tell she had the tightest vagina of any woman I had ever been with or would ever be with. Now don't get me wrong, my finger had been in this situation many times but never had I felt what I was feeling at this moment.
As things got more and more intense, we both found ourselves laying there in the firelight completely nude from out waists down. When I looked down and saw my finger inside her with her legs spread in the firelight, I could have ejaculated on command. If, at any moment, I heard an alarm clock go off and woke from this dream, I wouldn't even question that it was just a dream.
When we began wildly kissing again, and I began angling to make love to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, she softly said, "Why don't we wait. If you ever want to see me again after tonight, I don't want you to remember that we slept together on the first night."
Now ordinarily, I would have put on the "Oh, it's okay, come on, I'll still respect you in the morning, I'll respect you even more" jargon, but as much as I desperately wanted her, I was okay with what she was saying.
We held each other and talked until the sun came up. We then fell fast asleep on the floor with me holding her so very lovingly from behind.
I wasn't at all sure what time it was, perhaps around 11:00 a.m., when I woke and found myself hard as a rock. My cock was right against her thighs just below her ass. She remained asleep when, for some hormonal reason, I reached my hand down below her beautiful ass, and slipped my middle finger between her still wet pussy lips.
As I did, I felt her slightly arch her back and scoot her ass ever so slightly towards me. I then began kissing her left shoulder and putting my finger deeper and deeper inside her. After only a couple of minutes, I wasn't sure if she was half asleep or just letting me do whatever I wanted, but I removed my finger and grabbed my cock.
It was the most intense anticipation I had ever felt. I didn't have this much excitement built up the first time I had sex. As I grabbed my cock, I slowly touched it to her pussy and as she remained motionless, I could feel her begin to breathe more deeply. After only a few seconds, I began rubbing the head of my cock back and forth between her pussy lips. The combination of her virginal juice and the massive amount of pre-seminal fluid leaking from my cock made for slick ecstasy. Several times as I slid the head of my cock between her pussy lips, I felt the entrance of her vagina as the head of my cock paused for a second and popped past it.
This went on for a minute or so as the sexual lubricant she and I were both producing created a slick sexual cocktail whereby it was beyond stopping for either of us. Just as it had many times, the head of my cock past by the entrance to her vaginal opening, but this time I angled my hips so that my cock was facing inward towards her opening and slowly pushed.
As I did, I will never forget the feeling of her warm slick and tight vaginal opening encompass the head of my swollen cock. By this time I knew she was awake and exhaling with a purpose as she reached back and placed her hand on my left hip, almost in a fashion to suggest everything was green lit to continue and that she was fully aware of what was happening.
The second she did this, I pushed with much more force and after five or six thrusts, felt the head of my cock pushing against the back of her vaginal canal and the warmth as my nuts pressed against her upper thighs and cold ass. As I did, she let out a moan squeezing and pulling at me as she arched her ass more towards me. I was in utter amazement as I felt her vaginal walls hug the head of my cock passing through.
I must say, I was in a state of pure ecstasy when after only a few minutes, I began to feel that sensation in the head of my cock. I know she could tell because my pace had become faster and more erratic. There was no doubt with the way I was moving, I was about to deliver into her all the sperm I had built up from the moment I first saw her.
It was almost as if she sensed it when she began really pulling at me as if to get me as deep as I possibly could. Just when I knew I was going to explode, she gasped "Oh, God yes."
She no more than got that out of her mouth when I felt a climactic ecstasy that practically made me blackout. I truly mean that. I had never felt such an intense rush of sexual explosion in my entire life. I felt my entire cock violently and forcefully jolt inside her. It felt as if the first and second jets of semen that bolted from me deep inside her would have shot ten feet across the room.
As the first shot of my seed hit the deepest part of her vagina, she let out an unreal exhalation as her hips jerked slightly. It was almost as if she felt that first shot inside her. I was actually shocked at how I kept shooting semen, one shot after another, and how the intense feeling continued on three times longer than any ejaculation I had ever had. It was so climactic the hair on my arms was standing on end.
After the most unreal orgasm of my life I began to slowly wind down from it and ease the death grip I had on her hip which I so forcefully had been pulling towards me. At one point, my body told me it couldn't continue, and I just collapsed off my elbow back to the floor and onto the pillow.
I was panting as if I had just run a marathon, as was Tess, when she gasped "Just stay inside me." She then grabbed my hand and pulled it to her lips, clutching it as if she never wanted to let it go. She kissed my hand a couple of times and continued to hold it tightly.
We lay like this for at least five minutes. My cock was on its way down as I began to feel semen leaking from her and running down between us. She then giggled saying, "Can you get me a towel or something? I'm leaking all over us."
I reached over, grabbed my shirt, and handed it to her. As she carefully wiped her crotch she began to say "Um, you might want to wash this later."
We lay there making small talk when she said right out of the blue, "You want me to go now, don't you?"
I looked at her and replied, "Tess, are you kidding me. No. God I hope I didn't do something to make you think that." I stood up and said, "Follow me," as I grabbed the small bag she brought with her. We were both still completely nude at this point as we walked through the house. I could barely keep my eyes off her, practically running into the walls and furniture.
As we got to the master bedroom, I began taking things out of the top drawer of the dresser and began stuffing it into the lower drawer. I then walked to the walk-in closet and began taking all my clothes from one side and moving them all to the other side. The entire time I was doing this, she kept giggling, asking, "What are you doing?"
When I had finished moving things around I replied, "I'm really not sure why you would think I wanted you to leave a minute ago, but it's like this. I made you space in the drawers. You have one side of the closet. Your car can have the left side of the garage and, if you'd like, we can go grocery shopping later because I have been eating out way too much and have very little food right now."
Before I could fully get it out of my mouth she hugged me and said, "You can't be a real human. You're too perfect to be real. I have to wake from this or suffer mental breakdown. If this isn't real I will never recover from it."
She then began to cry saying, "You just met me, John. This all scares me so much you have no idea. I'd rather you kick me out and never see me again than be hurt. I've never ever considered leaving with someone from where I work -- I swear to that."
I reassured her that Don told me that exact thing, which made her feel much better. I then went on to tell her that we could take it slow and that I had never met a woman I had been more spiritually connected to in my life.
It took a couple of weeks before I could talk her into spending more than one night, but after a couple of months, she and I found ourselves grocery shopping together, shopping for curtains and blinds, new bedspreads, dishes -- the works. We basically began living together.
One evening after perhaps the third wonderful month, on a Saturday night, we were in a bed and bath store. Tess was like a kid in a candy store, and I could tell in so many ways she never had anything nice in her life, because she spent so much time picking things out. I insisted on buying everything, but she wouldn't have it. She made okay money at Brooke's, but not a fortune, and was still maintaining her apartment, so I would trick her at times and pay for it at the counter before she was even done shopping.
This evening though, I watched as she debated for twenty minutes over towels, when she gave me the most beautiful smile hugging three different sets of towels and said, "They are all so pretty. I want the house to be pretty."
I pulled her to me and think I blew her mind. I know I blew my own mind. I unconsciously uttered, "I love you."
She threw the towels onto the floor and instantly threw her arms around me saying, "You just said you love me, John, you did. I heard you say it. Did you? I heard you say it. God I love you, John. I love you more than anything in this world. I love you, I love you." She then jokingly said, say it with me, "I... Love... You."
It was a moment I'll never forget. The people in this store thought we were nuts, but we had them so tuned out we barely noticed it.
After telling one another we loved each other a hundred times, I grabbed every set of towels she debated over and bought them all. Tess was shaking like a leaf and I had never seen her so bouncy. As we left the store, she yelled back into the store, "He loves me. He said so." It was the best night of my life. The folks at this store looked at us as if we were certifiable.
Our relationship developed into the most profound love I could ever put into words. For the first time in my life I genuinely, utterly, loved a woman. We began visiting both sets of families pretty much letting them all know we were a couple. Tess's folks were rather poor. Her father was very stand offish and hard to get to know, but her mother thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. Tess had been in a bad relationship beforehand her mother remarked to me in private that she had never seen Tess more complete, and thank God she finally met a good man.
My parents were great with everything from the start. My mom was taken back a step when I told her Tess was an exotic dancer, but she got over it quickly when she saw how much I loved her. Tess hit it off with my folks right away. My dad never once let me drive their boat, but let Tess behind the wheel our first time out on it. You couldn't help but love her.
We invited both sets of parents to fly to Denver to spend Thanksgiving, which was a real treat. Oddly enough they all got along, but Tess's dad was true to form. I think he felt threatened by anyone who had it better than him. I must say though he had lightened up considerably from the first time I met him.
Tess and both mothers had an absolute hoot making all the fixings, setting up the table, and telling the men to stay out of the kitchen. It was without a doubt, the best Thanksgiving of my life. As we all sat at the table, Tess and the "Mom's" took in the beautiful table they had just created. My mother looked at me and said, "John this is your home, you say the blessing." I tried my best to get someone else to do it, but as we jokingly debated back and forth, I decided to do something I had been struggling with for a couple of months.
I began the blessing much like any other blessing, but then raised my head as I saw everyone's head lowered and eyes shut, when I uttered, "And, Dear Lord...finally I would like to say thank you for Tess, she has been my everything, and when I ask her to be my wife, I hope you'll help her say yes -- Amen."
I barely got it out before Tess leapt off the floor about two feet and began screaming and bouncing around hugging her mom and mine. Then she ran to me screaming like a wild woman, kissing my face a hundred times. This went on for at least five minutes, her bouncing and screaming like wild. My only regret was that it wasn't taped. She was so very teary eyed, as were both mothers after several minutes.
Tess then ran out of the house onto the front porch and, keep in mind, this was an upscale neighborhood that, without my parents help I could never afford to live in, and yelled, "Yes, yes I will marry you. I am getting married to the man I love." Ordinarily my parents would have been mortified by such a wild act, but my mom was so into it she was prancing and hugging my father in much the same wild out of character way.
My dad finally looked at me, raised his glass, and smiled. Tess's father kind of just sat there almost as if he missed the entire event.
When things calmed slightly, my mother said, "Well, when is it? I want grand kiddies." My dad looked at her and shook his head, walking to me and giving me a hug. Tess's dad remained sitting as he drank his wine. He wasn't the type to get excited over anything, but did finally manage to walk over and shake my hand.
From that moment on, Tess and I were never closer. My mother must have spent a small fortune flying Tess to and from Miami, looking at everything bridal. As an only child and having a mother who, I think always secretly wanted a daughter, I found her doting over Tess. My mother had the money to dote, too.
She had more money than daughters, so Tess was the answer to her dreams. June 25th -- I finally kissed Tess as Mrs. McAllister. Our lives were in a word, perfect. I had been promoted to division chief, and was making as much as a twenty- seven year -old Engineer could possibly hope for.
A few months into our marriage, Tess got her first car that cost more than $1,200. From the time I met her she went on and on about "Those cute Mercedes." I told my mother several times what a hard life Tess had growing up with nothing. It was fuel on the fire though, because my mother thought "I can make up for your hard up-bringing." My mother took to Tess as if on a mission and that is saying something. For the first time she saw a woman who genuinely love her son, and couldn't get enough of it.
One summer afternoon, around 5p.m., my mother flew out to Denver in late summer to say hello to her new best friend, Tess. Before leaving that Monday, she took Tess and me to the Mercedes dealership to window shop, just as a close to the day. My mom knew Tess was enamored with the SLK, but also knew she continued holding onto her 99 Ford Explorer. Even after marriage, Tess went way out of her way not to appear to have married for anything other than love. She would rather keep her old, beat up SUV than have someone think she married into a wealthy family.
My mother was a freakishly good judge of character and a lot of it rubbed off me. Before leaving the dealership, my mom jokingly asked Tess, "If you could pick just one, which one would it be?"
Tess, said "Oh, my God, that's easy, the red one. Did you see that interior, the Bose system? It also has the upgraded V-6." It was the most casual conversation ever.
It was at that point my mother motioned to the sales guy who had originally helped us and said as nonchalantly as shopping for a head of lettuce, "Give her the keys to that one."
The sales guy quickly said, "Absolutely, that's the most loaded of the SLK we have, you'll love how it drives. Give me a second to get a temp tag. I will have to come with you."
I began to get suspicious as to what my mom was doing when I gave her a look. She quickly returned the look saying, "Don't you say a word, I want this."
When the sales guy arrived back to us, my mom immediately said, "You're not coming with us."
He instantly replied, "Oh, no it's just that I have to. They make us go along on every test drive."
She then grabbed the keys and handed them to Tess, and said, "This is now her car, so unless you want to come over for dinner, you're not going on this ride."
Tess gave me a blank look as if to say "Umm, what's going on?"
My mom quickly hugged Tess and said, "It's yours now, Tessie girl. You go enjoy it."
She then hugged us both and said, "Let a mom have fun with her kids. Now go. I have an airport shuttle picking me up here." It was at that very moment I knew she had it planned from the start.
Tess was ready for a mental hospital. No one had never given her anything so heart felt regardless of the magnitude. She hugged my mom for at least two straight minutes saying, "Margie, please, please, please, you don't have to do this. I love you so much no matter what. I love John, I love you, the entire family means so much to me, you don't have to buy me anything. You're the mom I never had. The mom I always wanted. John and I will save up for our dream car. You and my new dad take this money and see the world."
My mom quickly replied, "Sweetheart, please let a mom be happy. I want you to have this car so much it hurts. You're family now Tessie girl. You are my son's wife, my new daughter, and my friend, besides I've already paid for the car and can't get my money back."
I couldn't help thinking "my mother never bought me a Mercedes," but was elated with how she felt about Tess. My mother so was very out of character.
Tess, was in the sector of heaven. Every day, I could tell she was still trying to let it all sink in. Things I had always taken for granted -- Tess was always waiting to end. It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen as she drove all over the city. We must have put two hundred miles on it that night.
You would think that Tess would be done with her exotic dancing career, particularly because I now made enough to carry us comfortably, but, for some reason, she continued doing it, almost as if holding to her sense of independence. I think it was almost like a test as well. A test to see if I would make an issue of it, or expose a controlling side, which I never did. To me, if she wanted to continue dancing... then she could continue to dance.
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Any sexual fantasy involving another man between your wife's legs, especially one that escalates into not using a condom, usually remains just that, a sexual fantasy. Any one lucky enough to experience it knows that it takes a number of circumstances to nudge fantasy into reality.
On the rarest occasion, you might find that your significant other develops a similar fantasy, one of being watched. Be mindful though, this fantasy combination is rather like the proverbial snowball rolling down the mountain. It starts out the size of a pebble and grows the size of a house.
Trust me when I tell you, I was there.
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Before meeting my wife, I was like any other mid-western Joe looking for that perfect woman. I had this grand vision of meeting the perfect woman in much the same places Grandma described meeting Grandpa, church, or perhaps even, church. If not for some astronomically odd set of circumstances, I might have done just that. However my new job straight out of college said different.
As someone who usually takes forever in making a decision, I finally decided to go straight from undergraduate to masters degree. I thought in doing this I would have the world by the ass. I figured I would simply skip ten years of indentured servitude to those with more experience. I was convinced experience was secondary at best. Hell, after two and a half more years I had a piece of parchment that said so.
Little did I know, a twenty-five year old with a Masters Degree with absolutely no practical experience held as much clout in the engineering world as a teenage grocery store bagger. In fact, I think it made things worse. They had it in for me from the word go.
In the beginning, I was under so much scrutiny to make my time lines it was insane at best, but as luck would have it my boss's director was a hard core drinker and an after hour socialite. Yes, I know, that sounds rather odd in that this guy wore a pocket protector full of pens, had a wicked comb over hairdo, and headed up some of the most cutting edge aerospace projects on the globe, but it's true. I wouldn't have believed it either.
The part that benefited me the most though was that he was the only one who ever, and I do mean ever, invited me to any after work activities. I was not only the new brat with a master's degree; I also didn't look the part. I've always considered myself a decent looking man, and unlike my counter parts, have had actual girlfriends before. This combination rendered me engineering kryptonite when it came to making friends or being invited to anything after 5:00 p.m.
It was a mixed reality though, on one hand, I wouldn't go to a spitting contest with anyone in my department if it meant being associated with them. On the other hand, I knew the only way to make six figures was to mix with them.
Again though, I had a lucky stroke in that my second level boss developed a liking to me from the start. Without him actually coming out and saying it, I knew he considered me an investment. He figured if he invited me to anything at all, he might collaterally meet a woman, banking on me meeting one with a friend. I think everyone has had that someone who bettered their odds of getting laid. However, up to this point in life I usually found myself leaching off of a friends mojo to meet the friend.
Late one evening last Fall, right after wrapping up a long overdue project the group began mumbling about, really cutting up and celebrating after work. I just kept to myself as I had become accustomed to, when Don, my second level boss came up and said "John, I know it hasn't been the easiest acclimation, but you are performing beyond anyone's expectation. You were crucial in making our Z-date on the LM Project. Just so you know, we are all going to Brooke's Cabaret this evening and everyone would like to see you there."
I have to say, I was elated by the invitation. Not that I was desperate for plans, it just felt good to think I was finally overcoming that stone barrier they all so skillfully set up in the beginning. Before close of business, several of the guys came up and back slapped me apologizing for the almost Mennonite shunning they gave me, and begged me to attend.
It wasn't really a shocker to know that they were going to an upscale strip club. Hell, most of the guys in my department were single, imagine that, and all made well over 100K per year. If they didn't maximize their "I'm so fucking smart" appearance, and attitude, most of them would have loving wives at home, or at least a girlfriend. They actually had a lot to offer.
Just before leaving that day, we, meaning they decided to meet in the parking lot of Brooke's at 9:00 p.m. I was one of the first to arrive that evening and decided to exit my car and walk up to the front door to wait. During a span of 20 minutes or so, they all began to roll in dressed like they were on a mission to repel women, when the door to Brooke's flew open. As it did, Don shouted "What are you guys waiting for?"
I had no clue he was already in the place. He stepped outside and immediately began herding everyone in. As we all walked in, he continued his herding and guided us all to three tables pulled together at the right side of the stage. I happened to notice even before getting to the tables that there were two phenomenally hot women sitting at the end closest to the bar.
I kind of angled myself around two co-workers in an attempt to sit at least close to that end of the table when Don grabbed me around the neck saying, "Hey, Tim, sit with me." I had no choice at that point.
As he walked me to the middle of the tables, I made eye contact with one of the two women sitting at the end of the table and for the first time in my life my heart skipped a beat. We gave one another a stare that was the most intense instant connection one could even imagine. It was almost as if we spiritually hugged one another.
Later, finding out her name was Tess, I soon found myself hypnotized by her beautiful smile as she made it a point to sit beside me. I was a nervous wreck looking at her gorgeous legs, and her beautiful light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Everything about her was womanly perfection, from the top of her head to her cute feet and perky breasts. Regardless of a man's ego, she was the type to make any man feel as though she was too good.
In hind sight, I think she was wondering how I found myself in this mix of people. It quickly became apparent to me that this table space was the money hot spot for every women in this establishment. I mean they saw this set of tables as the most cash to be made in the shortest amount of time. Let's face it, twelve guys who made excellent money, who probably never even kissed a woman besides their mother was just good business sense.
Within an hour, I must have seen a grand pass from engineers' fingers to dancers. I quickly saw the angle too, as did the owner.
The owner quickly caught on to what a cash cow this set of tables became, deciding to give every one free drinks for the first hour. They had what I had never seen or even heard of before in a strip club -- a timed disc, similar to what you might see waiting for a table at Olive Garden.
Coming straight out of school, I had a very good liquor tolerance, but most of these guys I found did not. The same incredible woman who shared the glance of a lifetime with me happened to notice that I was trying to protect some of my co-workers from drinking too much, in vain as it was, when she walked over to me and said, "Looks like you are the baby sitter tonight."
I quickly replied, "No, no, just trying to keep them from making too much of an ass of themselves."
She then asked, "I've seen all these guys several times before, are you a friend or Relative?" It was at that moment I realized she had no idea I was actually in this work group, almost suggesting there was no way I could be professionally associated with them.
I then replied, "No I'm the new aerospace design bitch for the D-35 project at A-Dine, trying to salvage a time line for the new recovery element, and most assuredly wondering if these ass holes can deliver so I can save my fucking job."
The entire time I said it, she gave a mouth half opened, wide-eyed stare, and absolutely thought I was full of shit stating "Well forgive me professor!" She went on to exclaim rather defensively, "So if I ask one of these guys, they will tell me you actually work with them? Do you honestly have any idea what these guy's work on Buddy Boy? Let me tell you, I've seen this bunch before, you don't have to BS me. They worked hard to get where they are and I respect that. You're a nice guy, just don't lie to me."
Now most guy's might become defensive or offended, but I was rather flattered by it. It basically said I didn't fit the ultra geek image they so skillfully exuded. I chuckled replying, "Yes my Dear, if they can coherently speak, I think they might say something like, he's our D-35 bitch. He works harder than we do, he deserves all the credit, and we have been asshole's to him."
It became evident that these guys were regulars at Brooke's, and had bragged their asses off about what they made, what they did, and how brilliant they thought they were, in an attempt to overshadow their extreme talent for appearing unattractive to women.
Still, I was okay with her skepticism. There was no doubt she had heard it all in her line of work. Just seconds after my reply, she said, "One second," and rose to walk toward Don. It was at that moment I realized how breathtakingly gorgeous she was. I had already fallen in love with her gorgeous smile, but As she walked those few steps, I noticed her God granted beautiful smooth shiny tanned legs, her small petite waist, perfect butt, dark blonde hair bouncing down her back, those cute feet, and gorgeous red toe-nail polish. I was entranced as I watched her. She made me believe in a higher power.
She then leaned down to Don who already had two women sitting on each side of him. I knew she was confirming my story, when she hugged him and said something I couldn't hear over the music, but knew it was a fact finding mission.
She then walked back to the chair beside me with eyes and mouth wide open saying, "I'm not used to saying I was wrong, but Oh, my God, he said you're one of the most brilliant young engineers he has ever met. I can't believe you work at A.D." I had never known what a benefit it could be, having a hammered boss until this moment.
Given that Don was wasted, I wasn't about to correct such an overstatement. I felt so very proud that he would say such a thing though.
As she sat back down, she didn't say a thing at first. She just looked at me for a few seconds with her gorgeous half-smile shaking her head.
From utterly out of the blue, she uttered "I forever stand corrected. I told my friend Renee when you guys first came in that you were the good looking friend or relative. You are just too good looking to work at A.D. We have known Don since forever. He's been coming in here several times a month since I've been here. He's so sweet."
I replied, "Oh, yes, Don truly is a great guy. He's my boss's boss." Having had several drinks and feeling like the night was passing me by; I began thinking I had to get out of Brooke's so that I could go to a normal bar and try to meet a woman I had a shot with. I reasoned that there was no way I could leave Brooke's with a woman, especially one as hot as Tess, plus I didn't want to fork out the price of an HD plasma TV just for a tease.
I then rose up and said, "Tess, I'm so glad I met you. I have to say, you are a dream woman in every way, a woman I could never hope to be with, but will most assuredly fantasize about... Take care of my cohorts, they mean well, but are getting really drunk, and have too much cash on them right now."
I will never forget the look she gave me at that very moment. I think it's when I truly fell in love with her. She gave me a look as if I had just shattered her heart.
She began grabbing my arm saying "No, No, No, I need you here with me. I can't keep this bunch in line. Don't go...They need you here... please don't leave... Don gets really funny after a few more drinks, you'll see."
As she finished saying it, I hugged her and replied "Tess, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life, I'll come back to see you, but it's late and I doubt very seriously you would say yes if I asked you to leave here with me."
As I finished saying it, and I mean right then, she grabbed both sides of my face and said, "Please wait here a second. Please, just wait here -- you'll wait here a second?"
I grinned replying, "No problem, I'm right here." I watched her immediately go to the bartender, lean over lean over to tell him something, get handed her purse from behind the bar, and begin walking back smiling ear to ear.
As she got to me, she hugged me and said, "I can't believe I found you -- Let's get out of here."
I was dumb struck. Instantly I replied, "Okay, yes, sure, let's go anywhere but here."
I jokingly said, "Let me get this straight, I am actually leaving here with you, you and me, you are leaving here with me, you and I, me and you...?"
She laughed and replied, "I have to grab my things from the back. Wait for me out front; I'll pull my car up there. We're not supposed to ever leave with a patron, against the rules, so I will find you out front."
I immediately acknowledged her and walked to Don to say my goodbyes. As I did, he jokingly, but most assuredly uttered, "Listen to me you young, lucky, mathematically talented fuck. You'll forever be the first to leave here with an angel, and Tess is an angel, don't hurt her. I've known her for a while and she is a good person. If she tells me you're an ass, you're done."
I replied chuckling, "Oh my God Don, I promise. I will be the pinnacle gentleman, besides, I think I love her. I want you to come top our wedding."
In response he began chuckling, as he slurred "She's a sweetheart. If you even upset her I will fire you, and I mean I will find a reason to let you go. Be good to her. You just became the luckiest man I know. She's never thought about leaving here with someone, and trust me, I've been here a lot. She fell in love with you tonight I think." Again, I reassured him emphatically.
As I grabbed my jacket and began to say my goodbye's to the entire workgroup, I got a very mixed reaction. Some were jokingly slapping my back with a good luck smirk, while others looked at me like I smacked their mother. I reasoned that those who hated me would always hate me, and that would always be that.
The fact that I was leaving Brooke's with Tess actually saddened me somewhat. All my coworkers, even with the amount of money they had spent there, hadn't even rendered them so much a kiss. Funny thing is, I would have given anything to have their friendship, even if just professionally.
Upon entering the parking lot, I vacantly realized that I had parked at the far end of the lot, instantly thinking "if I go to my car, I might miss her." In a moment of Panic I figured I'd get my car and pull it up to the front door thinking she'd certainly look closest to the front door.
As I jogged to my car I couldn't help but think she was just trying to rope a guy who made a good living. I have to say though at this point I could have cared less. For the first time in my life I worried about what I was driving. Not because it was a piece of shit, but because it was nicer than anything I could afford.
As it was, three months before graduating from College, my brother decided to trade up his car. Before he did, he marveled at the fact that I was still driving a 1977 Pontiac Bonneville that ate two quarts of oil per week, incessantly harassing me about getting a real car. My brother and his wife felt sorry for me to the point that they offered me a car I could never afford at the time, but a payment level I couldn't resist.
He could have gotten a great trade in with it, but I'm sure felt sorry for me. At first he offered it to my mother who promptly said, "Why not let your brother have it. He can make payments to you as long as they're cheap."
Long story short, I was an in debt, newly hired engineer, driving a two year old convertible Mercedes CLK320. Even though I thought she was into snagging money, it didn't matter, it was okay by me - I was trying every angle at this point. Truth is, I felt I didn't deserve to drive a car this nice yet in life, as much as I didn't deserve to have a woman this amazing.
After running to the car, I pulled in front of Brooke's and waited for a few Minutes. I then heard a slap on the window. Instantly I turned down the radio volume and hit the window button at the same time. As it rolled down, I realized it was Tess. She quickly said, "My friend needs my car tonight, can you take me to my apartment first?"
I replied, "Sure, not a problem."
She leaned in the window and kissed my cheek and said, "Be right back."
After a few seconds she came back out wearing the sexiest jeans and cutest long sleeve tight T-shirt I had ever seen on a woman, and climbed into the car.
As she plopped into the seat, I said "Okay, good to go... Ready?"
She said "No."
It was another life altering moment for me. Her beauty rendered me incapacitated. She reached for my hand on the gear shift and said, "Jusssst.... Not yet."
For me it was an odd uncomfortable moment as she stared at me for just those few seconds. I asked, "Oh God, what?"
She giggled and said, "I just can't believe it. I swear to God I can't believe it. You are such a nice caring man. I see that in you. You have a brain. you're great looking, and you want to make something of yourself. You're... you... just... I want to remember this moment. I may never have this moment again. I just want to spend this very second with you, when you tell me to leave, I will leave."
I was dumb struck. Telling her to leave? I wanted to ask her to marry me.
Other than the fact that I was undeniably in love with her, I have no clue what came over me when my lips began moving saying "Ordinarily I would lie wanting to impress someone as beautiful as you, but you need to know I am in debt with my education up to my eyeballs. My brother gave me a great deal on this car because I could never afford it at this point in my life. I just bought my first home and my mom had to co-sign because I had no credit. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, so it's better you know this. I've invested my entire life to have this career, and have nothing to lose by telling you right now I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you tonight."
Neither of us said a word for at least twenty seconds. We just stared at one another with perhaps the same expression. Again feeling as if I had nothing to lose, I slowly leaned over to her and softly kissed her lips.
Everyone says they remember the best kiss they ever had, well let me tell you this was mine. If it were a cartoon, my shoes would have blown off and smoke would have blown out of my ears. I took a mental snap shot of the entire event. Her beautiful perfume, a slight piece of her hair on her lips, the feel of her soft hand touching my face, was entirely hypnotic.
After this amazing moment in time, I went for broke and just blurted out, "I know this is going to sound absolutely insane, but why don't we go back to my Place, we can throw a bunch of blankets on the floor, build a fire in the fire place, pop in a DVD, cook a frozen pizza, poke at the fire? To be honest with you, I'd like to just be near you and pretend you're all mine."
Her mouth opened slightly with a surprised expression, and she simply replied "Done."
Almost in disbelief, I quickly reached for the shifter and off we went. I felt as if I was in high school driving off with the prom queen, the home coming queen, and the captain of the cheerleading squad rolled into one. It was the pinnacle of my time on earth and in my search for the perfect woman.
Upon arriving at my home, she kept going on and on about how she loved it. I was rather proud of it too, but forgot to mention the part where my mother had to co-sign on the mortgage in order for me to get approved. With little credit, I could never have been approved on a $260K home loan.
She and I were both speaking a mile a minute. Where we grew up, what we liked, dreams and goals, favorite movies, favorite food, almost as if we were trying to catch up for all the years we hadn't known one another. We both felt so very comfortable around one another. Our personalities were a custom made match. Tess was a very independent woman; of that I could tell the moment I met her. She spoke her mind, didn't hesitate to give her opinions, knew who she was, what she wanted, etc. It was like a breath of fresh air.
We did everything we spoke of in the car from cooking the frozen pizza to building a fire in the fire place. She eventually was just wearing the long sleeve T-shirt and her panties, which was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. We were still up at 5:00 a.m. talking, occasionally kissing and holding each other in front of the fireplace when things escalated.
I knew she was special because I was more afraid of making a bad impression than I was with having sex with her. During an extremely heated moment, my hand instinctively went from her ass to under her panties and, as it did, I just about passed out with ecstasy when my middle finger grazed her soaked pussy lips. I just let it pass between her warm slick pussy lips several times and then plunged my finger inside her.
I was utterly amazed with how it felt. She was so very wet, and yet I could still feel her vagina around my finger. With just my middle finger inside her, I could tell she had the tightest vagina of any woman I had ever been with or would ever be with. Now don't get me wrong, my finger had been in this situation many times but never had I felt what I was feeling at this moment.
As things got more and more intense, we both found ourselves laying there in the firelight completely nude from out waists down. When I looked down and saw my finger inside her with her legs spread in the firelight, I could have ejaculated on command. If, at any moment, I heard an alarm clock go off and woke from this dream, I wouldn't even question that it was just a dream.
When we began wildly kissing again, and I began angling to make love to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, she softly said, "Why don't we wait. If you ever want to see me again after tonight, I don't want you to remember that we slept together on the first night."
Now ordinarily, I would have put on the "Oh, it's okay, come on, I'll still respect you in the morning, I'll respect you even more" jargon, but as much as I desperately wanted her, I was okay with what she was saying.
We held each other and talked until the sun came up. We then fell fast asleep on the floor with me holding her so very lovingly from behind.
I wasn't at all sure what time it was, perhaps around 11:00 a.m., when I woke and found myself hard as a rock. My cock was right against her thighs just below her ass. She remained asleep when, for some hormonal reason, I reached my hand down below her beautiful ass, and slipped my middle finger between her still wet pussy lips.
As I did, I felt her slightly arch her back and scoot her ass ever so slightly towards me. I then began kissing her left shoulder and putting my finger deeper and deeper inside her. After only a couple of minutes, I wasn't sure if she was half asleep or just letting me do whatever I wanted, but I removed my finger and grabbed my cock.
It was the most intense anticipation I had ever felt. I didn't have this much excitement built up the first time I had sex. As I grabbed my cock, I slowly touched it to her pussy and as she remained motionless, I could feel her begin to breathe more deeply. After only a few seconds, I began rubbing the head of my cock back and forth between her pussy lips. The combination of her virginal juice and the massive amount of pre-seminal fluid leaking from my cock made for slick ecstasy. Several times as I slid the head of my cock between her pussy lips, I felt the entrance of her vagina as the head of my cock paused for a second and popped past it.
This went on for a minute or so as the sexual lubricant she and I were both producing created a slick sexual cocktail whereby it was beyond stopping for either of us. Just as it had many times, the head of my cock past by the entrance to her vaginal opening, but this time I angled my hips so that my cock was facing inward towards her opening and slowly pushed.
As I did, I will never forget the feeling of her warm slick and tight vaginal opening encompass the head of my swollen cock. By this time I knew she was awake and exhaling with a purpose as she reached back and placed her hand on my left hip, almost in a fashion to suggest everything was green lit to continue and that she was fully aware of what was happening.
The second she did this, I pushed with much more force and after five or six thrusts, felt the head of my cock pushing against the back of her vaginal canal and the warmth as my nuts pressed against her upper thighs and cold ass. As I did, she let out a moan squeezing and pulling at me as she arched her ass more towards me. I was in utter amazement as I felt her vaginal walls hug the head of my cock passing through.
I must say, I was in a state of pure ecstasy when after only a few minutes, I began to feel that sensation in the head of my cock. I know she could tell because my pace had become faster and more erratic. There was no doubt with the way I was moving, I was about to deliver into her all the sperm I had built up from the moment I first saw her.
It was almost as if she sensed it when she began really pulling at me as if to get me as deep as I possibly could. Just when I knew I was going to explode, she gasped "Oh, God yes."
She no more than got that out of her mouth when I felt a climactic ecstasy that practically made me blackout. I truly mean that. I had never felt such an intense rush of sexual explosion in my entire life. I felt my entire cock violently and forcefully jolt inside her. It felt as if the first and second jets of semen that bolted from me deep inside her would have shot ten feet across the room.
As the first shot of my seed hit the deepest part of her vagina, she let out an unreal exhalation as her hips jerked slightly. It was almost as if she felt that first shot inside her. I was actually shocked at how I kept shooting semen, one shot after another, and how the intense feeling continued on three times longer than any ejaculation I had ever had. It was so climactic the hair on my arms was standing on end.
After the most unreal orgasm of my life I began to slowly wind down from it and ease the death grip I had on her hip which I so forcefully had been pulling towards me. At one point, my body told me it couldn't continue, and I just collapsed off my elbow back to the floor and onto the pillow.
I was panting as if I had just run a marathon, as was Tess, when she gasped "Just stay inside me." She then grabbed my hand and pulled it to her lips, clutching it as if she never wanted to let it go. She kissed my hand a couple of times and continued to hold it tightly.
We lay like this for at least five minutes. My cock was on its way down as I began to feel semen leaking from her and running down between us. She then giggled saying, "Can you get me a towel or something? I'm leaking all over us."
I reached over, grabbed my shirt, and handed it to her. As she carefully wiped her crotch she began to say "Um, you might want to wash this later."
We lay there making small talk when she said right out of the blue, "You want me to go now, don't you?"
I looked at her and replied, "Tess, are you kidding me. No. God I hope I didn't do something to make you think that." I stood up and said, "Follow me," as I grabbed the small bag she brought with her. We were both still completely nude at this point as we walked through the house. I could barely keep my eyes off her, practically running into the walls and furniture.
As we got to the master bedroom, I began taking things out of the top drawer of the dresser and began stuffing it into the lower drawer. I then walked to the walk-in closet and began taking all my clothes from one side and moving them all to the other side. The entire time I was doing this, she kept giggling, asking, "What are you doing?"
When I had finished moving things around I replied, "I'm really not sure why you would think I wanted you to leave a minute ago, but it's like this. I made you space in the drawers. You have one side of the closet. Your car can have the left side of the garage and, if you'd like, we can go grocery shopping later because I have been eating out way too much and have very little food right now."
Before I could fully get it out of my mouth she hugged me and said, "You can't be a real human. You're too perfect to be real. I have to wake from this or suffer mental breakdown. If this isn't real I will never recover from it."
She then began to cry saying, "You just met me, John. This all scares me so much you have no idea. I'd rather you kick me out and never see me again than be hurt. I've never ever considered leaving with someone from where I work -- I swear to that."
I reassured her that Don told me that exact thing, which made her feel much better. I then went on to tell her that we could take it slow and that I had never met a woman I had been more spiritually connected to in my life.
It took a couple of weeks before I could talk her into spending more than one night, but after a couple of months, she and I found ourselves grocery shopping together, shopping for curtains and blinds, new bedspreads, dishes -- the works. We basically began living together.
One evening after perhaps the third wonderful month, on a Saturday night, we were in a bed and bath store. Tess was like a kid in a candy store, and I could tell in so many ways she never had anything nice in her life, because she spent so much time picking things out. I insisted on buying everything, but she wouldn't have it. She made okay money at Brooke's, but not a fortune, and was still maintaining her apartment, so I would trick her at times and pay for it at the counter before she was even done shopping.
This evening though, I watched as she debated for twenty minutes over towels, when she gave me the most beautiful smile hugging three different sets of towels and said, "They are all so pretty. I want the house to be pretty."
I pulled her to me and think I blew her mind. I know I blew my own mind. I unconsciously uttered, "I love you."
She threw the towels onto the floor and instantly threw her arms around me saying, "You just said you love me, John, you did. I heard you say it. Did you? I heard you say it. God I love you, John. I love you more than anything in this world. I love you, I love you." She then jokingly said, say it with me, "I... Love... You."
It was a moment I'll never forget. The people in this store thought we were nuts, but we had them so tuned out we barely noticed it.
After telling one another we loved each other a hundred times, I grabbed every set of towels she debated over and bought them all. Tess was shaking like a leaf and I had never seen her so bouncy. As we left the store, she yelled back into the store, "He loves me. He said so." It was the best night of my life. The folks at this store looked at us as if we were certifiable.
Our relationship developed into the most profound love I could ever put into words. For the first time in my life I genuinely, utterly, loved a woman. We began visiting both sets of families pretty much letting them all know we were a couple. Tess's folks were rather poor. Her father was very stand offish and hard to get to know, but her mother thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. Tess had been in a bad relationship beforehand her mother remarked to me in private that she had never seen Tess more complete, and thank God she finally met a good man.
My parents were great with everything from the start. My mom was taken back a step when I told her Tess was an exotic dancer, but she got over it quickly when she saw how much I loved her. Tess hit it off with my folks right away. My dad never once let me drive their boat, but let Tess behind the wheel our first time out on it. You couldn't help but love her.
We invited both sets of parents to fly to Denver to spend Thanksgiving, which was a real treat. Oddly enough they all got along, but Tess's dad was true to form. I think he felt threatened by anyone who had it better than him. I must say though he had lightened up considerably from the first time I met him.
Tess and both mothers had an absolute hoot making all the fixings, setting up the table, and telling the men to stay out of the kitchen. It was without a doubt, the best Thanksgiving of my life. As we all sat at the table, Tess and the "Mom's" took in the beautiful table they had just created. My mother looked at me and said, "John this is your home, you say the blessing." I tried my best to get someone else to do it, but as we jokingly debated back and forth, I decided to do something I had been struggling with for a couple of months.
I began the blessing much like any other blessing, but then raised my head as I saw everyone's head lowered and eyes shut, when I uttered, "And, Dear Lord...finally I would like to say thank you for Tess, she has been my everything, and when I ask her to be my wife, I hope you'll help her say yes -- Amen."
I barely got it out before Tess leapt off the floor about two feet and began screaming and bouncing around hugging her mom and mine. Then she ran to me screaming like a wild woman, kissing my face a hundred times. This went on for at least five minutes, her bouncing and screaming like wild. My only regret was that it wasn't taped. She was so very teary eyed, as were both mothers after several minutes.
Tess then ran out of the house onto the front porch and, keep in mind, this was an upscale neighborhood that, without my parents help I could never afford to live in, and yelled, "Yes, yes I will marry you. I am getting married to the man I love." Ordinarily my parents would have been mortified by such a wild act, but my mom was so into it she was prancing and hugging my father in much the same wild out of character way.
My dad finally looked at me, raised his glass, and smiled. Tess's father kind of just sat there almost as if he missed the entire event.
When things calmed slightly, my mother said, "Well, when is it? I want grand kiddies." My dad looked at her and shook his head, walking to me and giving me a hug. Tess's dad remained sitting as he drank his wine. He wasn't the type to get excited over anything, but did finally manage to walk over and shake my hand.
From that moment on, Tess and I were never closer. My mother must have spent a small fortune flying Tess to and from Miami, looking at everything bridal. As an only child and having a mother who, I think always secretly wanted a daughter, I found her doting over Tess. My mother had the money to dote, too.
She had more money than daughters, so Tess was the answer to her dreams. June 25th -- I finally kissed Tess as Mrs. McAllister. Our lives were in a word, perfect. I had been promoted to division chief, and was making as much as a twenty- seven year -old Engineer could possibly hope for.
A few months into our marriage, Tess got her first car that cost more than $1,200. From the time I met her she went on and on about "Those cute Mercedes." I told my mother several times what a hard life Tess had growing up with nothing. It was fuel on the fire though, because my mother thought "I can make up for your hard up-bringing." My mother took to Tess as if on a mission and that is saying something. For the first time she saw a woman who genuinely love her son, and couldn't get enough of it.
One summer afternoon, around 5p.m., my mother flew out to Denver in late summer to say hello to her new best friend, Tess. Before leaving that Monday, she took Tess and me to the Mercedes dealership to window shop, just as a close to the day. My mom knew Tess was enamored with the SLK, but also knew she continued holding onto her 99 Ford Explorer. Even after marriage, Tess went way out of her way not to appear to have married for anything other than love. She would rather keep her old, beat up SUV than have someone think she married into a wealthy family.
My mother was a freakishly good judge of character and a lot of it rubbed off me. Before leaving the dealership, my mom jokingly asked Tess, "If you could pick just one, which one would it be?"
Tess, said "Oh, my God, that's easy, the red one. Did you see that interior, the Bose system? It also has the upgraded V-6." It was the most casual conversation ever.
It was at that point my mother motioned to the sales guy who had originally helped us and said as nonchalantly as shopping for a head of lettuce, "Give her the keys to that one."
The sales guy quickly said, "Absolutely, that's the most loaded of the SLK we have, you'll love how it drives. Give me a second to get a temp tag. I will have to come with you."
I began to get suspicious as to what my mom was doing when I gave her a look. She quickly returned the look saying, "Don't you say a word, I want this."
When the sales guy arrived back to us, my mom immediately said, "You're not coming with us."
He instantly replied, "Oh, no it's just that I have to. They make us go along on every test drive."
She then grabbed the keys and handed them to Tess, and said, "This is now her car, so unless you want to come over for dinner, you're not going on this ride."
Tess gave me a blank look as if to say "Umm, what's going on?"
My mom quickly hugged Tess and said, "It's yours now, Tessie girl. You go enjoy it."
She then hugged us both and said, "Let a mom have fun with her kids. Now go. I have an airport shuttle picking me up here." It was at that very moment I knew she had it planned from the start.
Tess was ready for a mental hospital. No one had never given her anything so heart felt regardless of the magnitude. She hugged my mom for at least two straight minutes saying, "Margie, please, please, please, you don't have to do this. I love you so much no matter what. I love John, I love you, the entire family means so much to me, you don't have to buy me anything. You're the mom I never had. The mom I always wanted. John and I will save up for our dream car. You and my new dad take this money and see the world."
My mom quickly replied, "Sweetheart, please let a mom be happy. I want you to have this car so much it hurts. You're family now Tessie girl. You are my son's wife, my new daughter, and my friend, besides I've already paid for the car and can't get my money back."
I couldn't help thinking "my mother never bought me a Mercedes," but was elated with how she felt about Tess. My mother so was very out of character.
Tess, was in the sector of heaven. Every day, I could tell she was still trying to let it all sink in. Things I had always taken for granted -- Tess was always waiting to end. It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen as she drove all over the city. We must have put two hundred miles on it that night.
You would think that Tess would be done with her exotic dancing career, particularly because I now made enough to carry us comfortably, but, for some reason, she continued doing it, almost as if holding to her sense of independence. I think it was almost like a test as well. A test to see if I would make an issue of it, or expose a controlling side, which I never did. To me, if she wanted to continue dancing... then she could continue to dance.
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