Naivety
This is all still new to me. My head is still spinning. My name is Kevin, I’m 25, white, have a good job and am physically fit. I’ve been married now for just a year but we’ve been dating each other since we were 16 and met at school. My wife, Anna, is 23, and is drop dead gorgeous. She has long blond hair, slim figure with an ass on her that draws men’s eyes wherever we go. I guess I’ve been concentrating on the future too much and have missed all the signs that something wasn’t quite right.
It had all gone so well up to now. Good education, good social life, holidays, cars and then recently a house and marriage. We seemed to be moving forward along the path that many people dream of, nothing could stand in our way. We both did our separate things too, to maintain that little bit of independence. Our sex life had been good but had faded of late. It’s hard to draw comparison as we’d both only ever been with each other sexually. Or at least that was what I thought.
Two weeks ago (November 16th) we sat down for a nice evening in. Everything went well and the night drew to a close. We’d both had a couple of drinks and I suggested we move on to the bedroom. Once upstairs I dimmed the lights and we climbed into bed. Anna lay face down as I undid her bra and gently kissed her back and massaged her thighs. I slipped off her panties and caressed her soft skin. She looked so beautiful lying there. I could feel myself starting to get hard now so took off my boxers to relieve the tension. I carefully lowered myself on top of her naked body, my cock resting against her ass cheeks as I brushed her blonde hair to one side, kissed her neck and whispered to her to turn over. As she did I noticed tears were streaming down her face.
“What’s up?” I asked with genuine concern. It wasn’t quite what I had expected to see.
“I can’t do this, I really can’t do this. We need to talk”. My heart was pounding. What on earth was wrong. My night was about to take an unexpected turn.
I quizzed Anna on why she was crying and she dropped the bombshell that she didn’t think things were working out. I was dumbstruck and told her so. I thought things were going well. Sure couples have their problems but she hadn’t given me any signs that things were off track.
Anna seemed to get annoyed by this. “Are you so naïve? Have you not stopped to think about any of the hints I’ve given you?” I supposed I hadn’t, or had passed them off as a mere slip of the tongue. What was she talking about? She didn’t take long to recall some of these clues.
My wife had attended art classes at night school. I met her one night after she had finished and as we chatted in a café she mentioned that the evening’s session had been life drawing and the model had been a black man. The class was mostly teenage girls and five minutes into the session the model had become a little too excited. She explained how he was ‘enormous’ down below, the biggest thing she’d ever seen. All the girls were talking about it after class and the white boys were all a bit embarrassed knowing they couldn’t match up to his size. She talked about his length and girth and to be honest I was a bit embarrassed not only that she was so interested but that she was choosing a public place to tell me this. Other people could certainly hear her story but she carried on oblivious to this. I put it down to it being something totally different to a usual study session and let it go at that.
My wife had never been someone with a high sex drive. It was me who had to do all the work in the bedroom, she’d never been too vocal and preferred to stick to one or two positions every time. She was not keen on pornography and sex toys were a no-no. the closest we came to this was talking about it once we’d had a few drinks and her barriers were down slightly. She once asked me if it would turn me on seeing her using a dildo. She asked “would it turn you on seeing me with it pressed between my legs? Sucking it slowly before plunging it deeply in and out of my pussy, my little white hand grasped around this big black dildo?” Again I was too busy thinking about the image to read too much into details.
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This is all still new to me. My head is still spinning. My name is Kevin, I’m 25, white, have a good job and am physically fit. I’ve been married now for just a year but we’ve been dating each other since we were 16 and met at school. My wife, Anna, is 23, and is drop dead gorgeous. She has long blond hair, slim figure with an ass on her that draws men’s eyes wherever we go. I guess I’ve been concentrating on the future too much and have missed all the signs that something wasn’t quite right.
It had all gone so well up to now. Good education, good social life, holidays, cars and then recently a house and marriage. We seemed to be moving forward along the path that many people dream of, nothing could stand in our way. We both did our separate things too, to maintain that little bit of independence. Our sex life had been good but had faded of late. It’s hard to draw comparison as we’d both only ever been with each other sexually. Or at least that was what I thought.
Two weeks ago (November 16th) we sat down for a nice evening in. Everything went well and the night drew to a close. We’d both had a couple of drinks and I suggested we move on to the bedroom. Once upstairs I dimmed the lights and we climbed into bed. Anna lay face down as I undid her bra and gently kissed her back and massaged her thighs. I slipped off her panties and caressed her soft skin. She looked so beautiful lying there. I could feel myself starting to get hard now so took off my boxers to relieve the tension. I carefully lowered myself on top of her naked body, my cock resting against her ass cheeks as I brushed her blonde hair to one side, kissed her neck and whispered to her to turn over. As she did I noticed tears were streaming down her face.
“What’s up?” I asked with genuine concern. It wasn’t quite what I had expected to see.
“I can’t do this, I really can’t do this. We need to talk”. My heart was pounding. What on earth was wrong. My night was about to take an unexpected turn.
I quizzed Anna on why she was crying and she dropped the bombshell that she didn’t think things were working out. I was dumbstruck and told her so. I thought things were going well. Sure couples have their problems but she hadn’t given me any signs that things were off track.
Anna seemed to get annoyed by this. “Are you so naïve? Have you not stopped to think about any of the hints I’ve given you?” I supposed I hadn’t, or had passed them off as a mere slip of the tongue. What was she talking about? She didn’t take long to recall some of these clues.
My wife had attended art classes at night school. I met her one night after she had finished and as we chatted in a café she mentioned that the evening’s session had been life drawing and the model had been a black man. The class was mostly teenage girls and five minutes into the session the model had become a little too excited. She explained how he was ‘enormous’ down below, the biggest thing she’d ever seen. All the girls were talking about it after class and the white boys were all a bit embarrassed knowing they couldn’t match up to his size. She talked about his length and girth and to be honest I was a bit embarrassed not only that she was so interested but that she was choosing a public place to tell me this. Other people could certainly hear her story but she carried on oblivious to this. I put it down to it being something totally different to a usual study session and let it go at that.
My wife had never been someone with a high sex drive. It was me who had to do all the work in the bedroom, she’d never been too vocal and preferred to stick to one or two positions every time. She was not keen on pornography and sex toys were a no-no. the closest we came to this was talking about it once we’d had a few drinks and her barriers were down slightly. She once asked me if it would turn me on seeing her using a dildo. She asked “would it turn you on seeing me with it pressed between my legs? Sucking it slowly before plunging it deeply in and out of my pussy, my little white hand grasped around this big black dildo?” Again I was too busy thinking about the image to read too much into details.
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