We had been married about a year when my beautiful new bride informed me that she didn't really like to fuck. The first six months were like living with an experienced $1000 a night whore. Then we moved to a small suburban town and she fell in with the wrong bunch. Out of the clear blue one day she told me it was time for us to give up this sexual intercourse thing that we had been going at so strongly. For one thing it was messy and another thing was, it made babies. She had a career to pursue and didn't want any kids for several years, which in itself was funny since she did not have a job. She had joined some offshoot of an offshoot of a mainstream church that had recently sprung up in our suburb. It was pretty small since the meetings were in the leader's house. Yes, he was The Leader, not the Pastor or the Minister, but the God Damn Leader. They believed that sexual intercourse was only for making babies. Not for love, not for fun, but just to make babies. Of course she couldn't give me a blowjob anymore since that would be wasting or killing several million possible babies. The same held true for my masturbating and I had to atone for six months of wasted sperm squirted into rubbers, onto her belly, into her mouth, onto her little pointed tits, and even once or twice into her backdoor. Of course since she didn't squirt out a bunch of kids when she came, she thought it was all right to have me digitally bring her to orgasm. She was a well educated woman and had even been rational at one time.
This was fine up to a point and I soon introduced her to the delights of oral sex, which I found to be very stimulating to me also. And when she was at her horniness my masturbation could be over looked if it was timed just right. This soon became an evening ritual. I'd get home from work and she would be stark naked. She'd grab my hand and sit herself down in the big easy chair across from the television and cue up a tape of her favorite soap opera. I was horny, as usual, and she would spread those long legs and I'd be on my knees with my nose buried in her lovely pussy. She wasn't interested in any foreplay, no loving kisses or caresses, just get down to that wet Kitty, as she called it, and dine away. I could barely hear the murmur of the TV behind me as I started to lick all around the opening to her love box. Her usually thin labia would start to swell and I would suck first the right side in my mouth and then go over to the left. From there I'd move to her clit and lick teasingly all around it until she couldn't stand it and would grab my head and pull it to here with all her strength. Her clit would then be in my mouth and I would suck it until it too was swollen and she started to cum. She wasn't a vocal cummer, she was a moaner. They would start out very softly and as I would vibrate my tongue over and around her clit those moans would get louder and louder and come faster and faster. After the first few times I could tell how far she was from a total ear splitting orgasm. Those moans served to turn me on even more than I had already been turned on by the taste of her juices and the feel of her soft pussy against my lips. And there was the smell, she had the sweetest, sexist smelling snatch I've ever had the pleasure to bury my nose in. A little of those delightful juices and Viagra would be out the window, if it had been around then. It was hard for me to keep control of myself as my hard cock rubbed against my own thighs and more than once I came as I knelt before the wet and warm altar of lust. After about a minute or two of soft moaning I would back off and lick everything very gently while she would cry out for me to suck it all and suck it hard. She would roll her hips up pushing that wet tantalizing twat higher as she pushed my head lower and lower; her tight little rosette of an asshole was right there for me to probe with my tongue until she couldn't stand the ecstasy of it and directed my head back to her hot, wet love cave. Her hands went up to her little pointed tits and she would squeeze her nipples as I went back to work on those sweet lower lips and little knob of a clitoris. She didn't like me to touch her tits, but she loved to do it herself as I sucked and licked away. I would bury my nose into her cunt and rub it all over her pussy lips, clit and asshole. Then I'd go back to using my mouth and she would finally have her orgasm as she moaned and cried out the name of the soap star or someone else she had fantasized about.
Of course I had gotten all worked up with this, she did have a lovely pussy, and just after her cumming and in her afterglow of orgasmic delight, I could beat out a quick orgasm for myself with my quick right hand. One time after an unusually hot time I was extremely horny and just after she came, as she lay back semi alert, I took my swollen tool and slowly guided its head right into her still wet and swollen lips. I worked it around a bit and for some reason she didn't try to get away, actually moaning a little and acting like she was enjoying it. I couldn't stand it any longer and I grabbed her ass with both hands and shoved it all the way in. That brought her out of her little bit of dreamland and she tried to push me away. I held her and started to move my hard throbbing dick in and out slowly. She soon stopped her fighting and I finished up in a matter of minutes and shot out a giant load of my creamy white love juices as the electricity of my orgasm ran up and down the full length of my body. By then she had started to get hot all over again and guided my head down to that dripping wet pussy where I sucked and licked her dry before she came again.
Now this is where she would have discovered what great things she had been missing if it were a rational world. No way. After she caught her breath and she realized what had just happened she was a demon of fury. I was pounded, I was kicked, and I was called every nasty name under the sun. I beat a hasty retreat and spent the night sleeping in the car down at the Gas and Go where a buddy worked. The next day I went directly to work. I called her many times and after the first four slamming hang-ups there were no answers.
When I got home I found all her clothing and personal things gone and a note saying the movers were coming for the furniture in the morning. Her note also said she had gone back home and would file for divorce immediately.
I saw her one more time when I went back home for the final divorce proceedings and we went to the Holiday Inn where she fucked me like crazy as a final good bye. I think there times when I just cannot understand the female of the species.
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