Jill was 19 and I was 21 when we got married, it was against the advice of our families and many of our friends who said that we were too young to take on such a commitment. Looking back now we realise that they were probably right.
A major factor for the two of us was sex, Jill and I started having sex within a week of us first meeting and we would take every opportunity to fuck, even if it meant the risk of being discovered. At first we would make use of the backseat of my parents car if I was able to borrow it. If the car was not available we were not adverse to searching out quiet areas of local parks and woods or even a few times in a deserted churchyard.
Any time that Jill’s or my parents were away for the day we had the luxury of a bed. Jill was very enthusiastic when it came to sex, there was little she would not do, or at least try. We both thoroughly enjoyed giving each other orgasms through oral sex, Jill, especially said that she loved the feel and taste of my cum in her mouth.
Following our wedding we went to Portugal for our honeymoon, I think we spent far more time in bed than at the beach. One evening we returned to our room, following dinner, we shared a shower then fell onto the bed. Jill had a wicked look on her face and dared me to fuck her on the balcony of our room. She leapt naked off the bed, slid open the large window and lent on the rail of the glass surround, she was shaking her arse and looking over her shoulder. My cock had been erect since the shower. I came behind her, held her hips in my hands and pushed my cock into her. Jill could often become very noisy and vocal when we were talking on that night was no exception, the sound of a screaming when she orgasm and echoed around the courtyard underneath us. The next morning when we went down for breakfast quite a few people smiled at us, and gave knowing looks.
The following two years were ideal for us, we both had quite good jobs and we were able to afford a small flat on our own. It gave us the freedom to enjoy each other as often, and wherever we chose. I don’t think that a day went by without us sucking or fucking each other. At a party, we once went to jail, whispered that she wanted my cock inside her, we sneaked upstairs in the house, found a vacant room, which unfortunately did not have a lock on it but Jill still insisted she wanted me to fuck her. She lent her back against the door, lifted her skirt, showing me that she was not wearing any knickers, we had a quick look, very satisfying, fuck with me having to put my hand over her mouth too. Keep her quiet. Several times later back downstairs, she would whisper that she could feel my cum running down the inside of her thighs.
About a year or so later, things started to unravel,we were not shagging as often and Jill started to spend more evenings out with her friends and work colleagues. She arrived home very late after one of these evenings as she was undressing. I came up behind her and slid my hands between her legs. She was very wet, but it felt much stickier than usual, then struck me that my fingers were now covered by another man’s spunk. I asked Gill, if somebody else had fucked her that evening, without hesitation she admitted that she had had a quickie on the backseat of the car of a man that she met had at the bar.
I felt that I should’ve been angry and disgusted at her but at the same time I was extremely turned on and my cock was soon buried in her come covered cunt. Afterwards we talked for hours. She admitted that she had fucked her manager a couple of times in the office while they were supposed to be working late. Gill said that she had suspicions about me too and asked if I had ever strayed while away on one of my frequent business trips, I came clean and said that they were a few occasions when I had invited a woman I just met up to my room. I did not admit though that a few times when I felt particularly horny I had used the services of local escorts. None of them were as good as Jill, they were just different.
That evening defined us for the next couple of years, we both agreed that we could fuck other people as long as we were careful and they did not become serious.
We did try once going together to a swingers club in the Midlands, where we both were able to watch each other being fucked, interesting, but not that satisfying, we returned to our hotel and had a far more enjoyable session.
It came as no surprise a year or so later when Jill told me that she was in love with a work colleague. We both agreed that it was time for us to split. The divorce happened very quickly and was very amicable with no bitterness between us.
The next time that I saw Jill was at a friends wedding three years later, I had forgotten that he was also a friend of Jill’s, I had noticed her at the ceremony but she was sitting several tables away from me at the wedding breakfast. I was on my way to the bar to get a soft drink because I was planning to drive home later that night when I literally bumped into Jill. We started talking and I offered to buy her a drink, we sat at a small table and we told each other all our news. I told her that I had heard that she had remarried and asked where her husband was. She replied that the old fart had decided to go to the Algarve to play golf with his mates rather than come to the wedding. She asked if I was still single and I said yes I’d had a few relationships but none of them worked out. I asked her if she would like another drink, but she put a hand on my knee and said that she had a room upstairs with a nice big double bed and it would be a shame not to use it. I told her that she hadn’t changed and she said what did I expect. She told me the room number and suggested I should follow her a few minutes later.
She was standing behind the door when she opened it, as soon as she closed it, I could see that she was naked, the first thing I noticed was that her tits looked larger than I remembered them, when I commented on them, she said that her husband had paid for her to get a boob job because he preferred women with larger tits.
Jude was struggling to undo my belt. What a soon as my trousers fell to the floor. She was on her knees with her lips wrapped around my hardening cock. After taking off the rest of my clothes we got into the bed on the floor, the next three or four hours we enjoyed each other. She could still be very noisy when she orgasmed but she pulled a pillow over her face, to smother the sounds she was making. That evening was glorious. We lost count of how many times we fucked or sucked each other, I finally left her room about 2 o’clock in the morning, but not before she asked for mine mobile number and as promised to call me the next time the husband was going on one of his trips.
Watch this space…
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