The next day I bought a fish tank and put it in the family room. I got some guppies and a little frog. We dated again the next weekend only I drove to his apartment complex, again wearing the dress he purchased. I finally got to ride in a Porsche. We went bowling. At his apartment after a glass of wine I mounted him for my first orgasm and then we finished together with me on the bottom. While he was fixing tea I dressed and showered as before but picked up the condom abandoned on the floor. I picked it up, tied the end, wrapped it in a tissue and slipped it in my purse. My husband needed proof I had sex and I was going to prove it. He also asked a lot of questions but I kept it to simply, “We had sex”. With his state of arousal I knew I needed to increase his ejaculation frequency. I wanted him to be more spent to avoid his constant questioning. I was afraid of his jealousy despite his denials. I also switched his underwear to boxer trunks.
On the third date the entire night was ours. I informed my husband I was spending the night. I told the doctor my husband thought I was having breakfast with co-workers after a swing shift. We went to an upscale sea food restaurant and I wore a new dress he bought for me during the week when we went shopping together. It was more modest than the first one but of equal quality. He ordered lobster for us. During dinner he watched me intently. We drank a bottle of wine.
Afterwards he drove me back to the apartment instead of going out somewhere. There he led me by the hand to the bedroom. He did not say much all evening and I was unsure of what to expect. I was nervous. During dinner I thought maybe he was upset about something I had said or did. I knew never to flirt in his presence. He did not look at women when with me unlike my husband who was always sneaking glances. I did not want to be taken for granted and his leading me to the bedroom unexpectedly with few words made me think the relationship had by the third date regressed. He sat me down on the bed and slowly undressed me but not himself like our first date. Once I was naked he had me spread my legs and raise my arms so I made an X with my feet and hands near the bedposts. I became frightened he was into some type of tie up game which I was never going to go along with. He then lit three candles in brass holders he had previously placed. My first thought was he was going to drop hot wax on me.
Instead he asked me to relax and whispered into my ear he was going to explore my erogenous zones. While he was doing this he told me to watch the light of the candles. He started with my head and gently caressed and kissed each area of my face and ears. He noted my lips and ear lobes were sensitive. He massaged my neck and noted the nape was sensitive. He knew I was ticklish and skipped my arm pits and rib cage areas. He massaged my breasts, kissed the nipples and twirled them with his tongue. I was also ticklish in my navel but he insisted on exploring it with his tongue despite my giggles. Instead of next exploring my vulva he dropped down to my feet and massaged and kissed each toe, the heels and insteps. He slowly worked his way up my legs moving from the ankles to the knees, one leg and then the other. After exploring my thighs he rolled me over with my hands and knees on the bed. I steadied myself to the pitching of the water, my dangling ear rings brushing against my red cheeks. My hair hung down, sweaty. He massaged and kissed my buttocks and then gently stroked my anus with his index finger. He noted I was not anal responsive. He bent over me and cupped my breasts while kissing the nape of my neck. I could feel his erect penis hot between my legs. I thought he was going to enter me from the rear but instead he rolled me back over, again spread my legs and started rubbing his lips and cheeks against my thighs.
By the time he reached my vulva I was giving little moans of pleasure. My eyes were half closed but I could see the flickering of a candle light. He started licking the outer rims of my labia going from bottom up and started the same motions with the inner labia. These doors to the vagina vestibule swung open to his caresses. After stimulating “my doors” he moved in and up to my clitoris. My back was arching and I was ready for a climax but he backed off until I was calm enough he could continue his exploration. The clitoris was initially gently stroked in little circular swirls by his index finger. He then gently kissed it and swirled his tongue around it and then extracted it into his lips and sucked gently on it. I was moaning uncontrollably with my head swaying to and from one candle light to another, ear rings ringing one side then the other.
He put a latex glove on his right hand to avoid scratching me with a finger nail and probed the inner recessed of my vagina. He started in the back near the cervix and worked forward covering every area top to bottom. Later I learned he was looking for my “G-Spot” which he found about half of an inch behind my clitoris. He then proceeded to twirl and suck my clitoris while massaging my “G-Spot” with his latex covered index finger until I experienced an orgasm so intense my back arched up and I shook all over. He moved his head back chanting yes, yes, yes as I ejaculated a liquid. It was something I had never experienced. Up until then I considered myself knowledgeable about sex and fully satisfied with my orgasms.
I lay there perspiring. He brought a warm damp towel to the bed, rubbed my face, by bests and cleaned my pubic area. He let me rest. After I was calmed he started again working my sensitive areas until I was again receptive. He got between my legs, smiled, rolled on a condom and massaged my breasts a bit before entering me. As he slid his sheathed penis in he guided it to my “G-Spot” and used it to apply pressure on his downward strokes. Despite the intensity of my first orgasm I experienced another before he finished and a third when he did. All night my body tingled with excitement. In the morn I showered but he took me again as I came out of the bathroom. He now knew my buttons and could quickly turn me on. My body was sensitive everywhere and even putting on my bra made my breasts and nipples tingle. My clitoris throbbed. My skin was alive. Driving home I experienced a mini orgasm at a stop light with a few strokes of my hand to my clitoris.
The next day I bought three brass candle holders and some candles
.
As before, my husband was waiting to take me again. I simply laid there and let him have me and squeaked out one last orgasm. Every part of my body wanted to be touched. I slept until noon once my husband finished.
On the third date the entire night was ours. I informed my husband I was spending the night. I told the doctor my husband thought I was having breakfast with co-workers after a swing shift. We went to an upscale sea food restaurant and I wore a new dress he bought for me during the week when we went shopping together. It was more modest than the first one but of equal quality. He ordered lobster for us. During dinner he watched me intently. We drank a bottle of wine.
Afterwards he drove me back to the apartment instead of going out somewhere. There he led me by the hand to the bedroom. He did not say much all evening and I was unsure of what to expect. I was nervous. During dinner I thought maybe he was upset about something I had said or did. I knew never to flirt in his presence. He did not look at women when with me unlike my husband who was always sneaking glances. I did not want to be taken for granted and his leading me to the bedroom unexpectedly with few words made me think the relationship had by the third date regressed. He sat me down on the bed and slowly undressed me but not himself like our first date. Once I was naked he had me spread my legs and raise my arms so I made an X with my feet and hands near the bedposts. I became frightened he was into some type of tie up game which I was never going to go along with. He then lit three candles in brass holders he had previously placed. My first thought was he was going to drop hot wax on me.
Instead he asked me to relax and whispered into my ear he was going to explore my erogenous zones. While he was doing this he told me to watch the light of the candles. He started with my head and gently caressed and kissed each area of my face and ears. He noted my lips and ear lobes were sensitive. He massaged my neck and noted the nape was sensitive. He knew I was ticklish and skipped my arm pits and rib cage areas. He massaged my breasts, kissed the nipples and twirled them with his tongue. I was also ticklish in my navel but he insisted on exploring it with his tongue despite my giggles. Instead of next exploring my vulva he dropped down to my feet and massaged and kissed each toe, the heels and insteps. He slowly worked his way up my legs moving from the ankles to the knees, one leg and then the other. After exploring my thighs he rolled me over with my hands and knees on the bed. I steadied myself to the pitching of the water, my dangling ear rings brushing against my red cheeks. My hair hung down, sweaty. He massaged and kissed my buttocks and then gently stroked my anus with his index finger. He noted I was not anal responsive. He bent over me and cupped my breasts while kissing the nape of my neck. I could feel his erect penis hot between my legs. I thought he was going to enter me from the rear but instead he rolled me back over, again spread my legs and started rubbing his lips and cheeks against my thighs.
By the time he reached my vulva I was giving little moans of pleasure. My eyes were half closed but I could see the flickering of a candle light. He started licking the outer rims of my labia going from bottom up and started the same motions with the inner labia. These doors to the vagina vestibule swung open to his caresses. After stimulating “my doors” he moved in and up to my clitoris. My back was arching and I was ready for a climax but he backed off until I was calm enough he could continue his exploration. The clitoris was initially gently stroked in little circular swirls by his index finger. He then gently kissed it and swirled his tongue around it and then extracted it into his lips and sucked gently on it. I was moaning uncontrollably with my head swaying to and from one candle light to another, ear rings ringing one side then the other.
He put a latex glove on his right hand to avoid scratching me with a finger nail and probed the inner recessed of my vagina. He started in the back near the cervix and worked forward covering every area top to bottom. Later I learned he was looking for my “G-Spot” which he found about half of an inch behind my clitoris. He then proceeded to twirl and suck my clitoris while massaging my “G-Spot” with his latex covered index finger until I experienced an orgasm so intense my back arched up and I shook all over. He moved his head back chanting yes, yes, yes as I ejaculated a liquid. It was something I had never experienced. Up until then I considered myself knowledgeable about sex and fully satisfied with my orgasms.
I lay there perspiring. He brought a warm damp towel to the bed, rubbed my face, by bests and cleaned my pubic area. He let me rest. After I was calmed he started again working my sensitive areas until I was again receptive. He got between my legs, smiled, rolled on a condom and massaged my breasts a bit before entering me. As he slid his sheathed penis in he guided it to my “G-Spot” and used it to apply pressure on his downward strokes. Despite the intensity of my first orgasm I experienced another before he finished and a third when he did. All night my body tingled with excitement. In the morn I showered but he took me again as I came out of the bathroom. He now knew my buttons and could quickly turn me on. My body was sensitive everywhere and even putting on my bra made my breasts and nipples tingle. My clitoris throbbed. My skin was alive. Driving home I experienced a mini orgasm at a stop light with a few strokes of my hand to my clitoris.
The next day I bought three brass candle holders and some candles
.
As before, my husband was waiting to take me again. I simply laid there and let him have me and squeaked out one last orgasm. Every part of my body wanted to be touched. I slept until noon once my husband finished.
