Growing up as a boy in the 1980’s consisted of playing outside, going to skating parties and riding bikes around the neighborhood. Music, MTV and watching movies like Better Off Dead, Sixteen Candles and Say Anything turned me into a bit of a romantic. I was always looking for the right girl.

At 8 or 9 year old I began to stumble across movies like Animal House and Porky’s. The occasional scene of boobs or bush suddenly lit a new flame inside of me. I felt like I was beginning to have two personalities. My inner self was always dying to catch another glimpse of boobs and bush. My outer self was waiting to find my "Monique” (Better off Dead) and rescue her from Ricky Smith. (I don’t know what Lane Meyer ever saw in Beth, lol.) Simply put, it was like having a devil above my right shoulder, always sexually curious, and an angel above my left shoulder, always looking for the love of my life.

By 5th grade, I discovered my dad’s magazine & vhs porn collection. A whole new world was introduced to me, and so began the age of wet dreams. Sports, friends and random hobbies kept me distracted for a while, but by the time I reached late middle school/early high school, I couldn’t walk around with blue balls anymore.

At home, one afternoon , I started playing with myself under a blanket. I didn’t expect or know anything would actually happen. I just figured I’d fool around with this ongoing erection I’d had since late elementary school. Sex had been on my mind for a long, long time. I continued running my hand around my cock. I didn’t feel like stopping. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about sex. As I continued a little more rapidly, I finally felt an exciting sensation creeping up. I wanted to immediately stop, thinking that I was suddenly in unfamiliar territory….but I couldn’t stop. It felt too good. Something huge was suddenly on the horizon. I had never seen my cock this big before.

Eventually I erupted, making a sticky mess under the blanket. I was confused, but also relieved. I thought I had done something incredibly wrong, like I broke the law or something. Even though I was familiar with light porn, I wasn’t really sure what would happen from stroking my cock. It was like I had just unloaded years of sex built up in my head.

As the masturbation years began, I still had my romantic side to deal with. I always had this feeling that when I dated a girl, she was going to be the one. She was going to be the one I had always dreamed of. I thought that was how it was supposed to be. I envisioned my young dating years starting off with attraction, leading to a love story, then leading to everything else that followed. I guess all of those romantic comedies from my generation had just brain washed me. If I would have had someone to talk to about sex while growing up, maybe I would have had more experience, but I didn’t.

I had friends in high school that were dying to have sex with any girl available, no matter how unattractive they were or how little they had in common. I was just as horny as the next guy, but I just didn’t understand that way of thinking. I know, it sounds like I was kind of a snob, but I wasn’t. I simply thought that was the way dating and sex were supposed to go. I was so focused on falling in love, attraction and compatibility, that many sexual opportunities had already passed me by. Several relationships had ended early, probably because of my lack of experience. Having that frame of mind caused me to be a virgin until I was 22 years old.

I knew my romantic side was beginning to dissolve when I started dating this one girl in my early 20’s. She was somewhat cute, but also a bit annoying. We had very little in common. She was the first girl I ever really started making out with, mostly PG-13 style. I figured that maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I just needed to try and make this relationship thing work, and see what it would lead to. We had a short term relationship, probably about 6 months.

Eventually IT happened, well sort of. With an extra thick condom, and in the setting of a pitch black bedroom, under heavy blankets, IT happened. We had sex. I had no clue what I was doing, and I was way too nervous to cum. In fact, my erection was probably only at 75%. It also didn’t help that the "sex” felt like throwing a toothpick into a volcano. She was not a virgin, but she too still seemed somewhat inexperienced. It was then that I finally realized sex wasn’t exactly going to be the big, stars all perfectly aligned moment, that I always thought it would be. That girl and I mutually broke up a few weeks later. I didn’t have sex again for another 3 years.

Finally, at 25 years old and a few dates later, all the stars WERE perfectly aligned. I met the girl that eventually turned out to be my wife. What started as close friends quickly turned into friends with benefits, and that quickly turned into madly in love with non-stop sex. We were making out before we were even officially dating.

Sometimes I would take my camera and we’d go to random places around town, doing a little photo shoot while getting to know each other better. I’ve always loved photographing her. Then we started going to concerts. We began to make out more and more; at our job, around town, in our cars, etc..etc. One evening, we finally went up to her apartment with one thing on our minds.

After having recently ended a 4 year relationship, this girl had some experience in bed. We started kissing and having our hands all over each other minutes after we walked into her apartment. Our sexual tensions had built up so rapidly that we were both ready to explode. We were quickly both down to underwear.
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After a while, she slowly pulled my cock out, lightly stroking it while she kissed me. Then, after one last kiss, she wrapped her beautiful lips around my cock. This was another first for me. She continued going down on me for what seemed like forever. I had never been this hard in my life. We both knew we weren’t going all the way that night, but I could tell she was trying to get me to cum.

This is where my inexperience came back to haunt me again. I was now in a position where I wasn’t sure how to react. I had the worst case of blue balls. Cumming would be the biggest relief. She was sweating from working so hard, sucking and stroking…harder and harder. The problem was me being able to come to terms with cumming in her mouth. She obviously didn’t have a problem with me doing it, in fact she was dying for me to cum.

Finding her so beautiful, sexy and the fact that I was falling in love with her, didn’t make my next decision very easy; keep things romantic, or release into her mouth and face. My inner self was being blocked by my outer self. The devil above my right shoulder was screaming for me to just release everything and enjoy the ride. The angel above my left shoulder was reminding me of how beautiful, lovely and sweet this girl was, and that she had already won my heart.

She was surprised that I didn’t cum. I think it bothered her that I didn’t cum. I was still hard as a rock, but I just couldn’t do it to her, not yet. I guess I hadn’t quite reached that comfort level yet. It was a little embarrassing, but regardless, I had never been that excited in my life, and she seemed very excited as well.

Instead of getting dressed and leaving, she took my hand and put it down her panties. I still remember that very first feeling. It’s like she was giving me a tour of her body. She knew how inexperienced I was. Most girls are probably turned off by a male’s inexperience. Fortunately for me, she was the type that found it cute. My fingers were immediately submerged into her wet pussy. I was still hard from her oral, but now, running my hand between a woman’s legs for the first time, was getting me even harder. We continued to fool around for another hour or so.

Overtime, it didn’t take long for her to build up my confidence and experience. I’ve always felt that the rewards were well worth it….for her as well as myself. We experimented a lot in her apartment. I’ve always looked at her as my sex trainer. My first everything was with her.

As the years have gone by I’ve stepped up my game. I listen to a lot of sex podcasts to help keep things spicy in the bedroom. 19 years later, she’s more beautiful than ever before. I’m always focused on what I can do to make her happier, in life and in bed. Instead of it just involving sexual curiosity these days, it’s now true lust, love, obsession, a seriously devoted sexual desire and commitment to make my wife happy. It’s my turn to return the favor.

When it comes to sex, I was a little late to the party in my younger years. My beautiful wife helped get my ass on the road, put in some miles, and earn my fuck license. It’s now my job to keep her engine hot and running…😜

My road to sex was a long journey. I was definitely a late bloomer. It may have taken some time, but eventually, when the time finally came, the stars WERE perfectly aligned. I found my "Monique”.

❤️

Love you sexy girl

Things that are easier to describe, rather than tell, the one you love…

I knew I was already starting to like her. She was cute, flirty and there was nothing fake about her. She was just good at being herself. When I saw her butt though….it was like that scene in Star Wars, when the Millennium Falcon gets caught in the death stars tractor beam, and gets pulled right in. I tried to fight it at first, but the more time we spent together, the more perfect everything felt. Attraction, conversations, laughs, new experiences, adventures, she was everything I wanted. I stopped trying to fight it…and let her into my life forever.

From there, life just took off. Now, 23 years later, some things are still the same. Some things are different. I think she turns me on more now rather than when we first met. When we were younger, it was more about typical “guy” things: boobs, butt, spread legs, a beautiful smile and a great personality.

These days we are both still in relatively good shape for our 40’s, but maybe with a little more cushion. Could we afford to lose a few pounds, sure. As far as my wife goes, I find that extra cushion even more attractive. It’s funny, but different things begin to turn you on as you grow old together.

Each night, when she changes into her pajamas, I love staring at her smooth back and soft sexy shoulders. I start thinking about pouncing on her like a lion, but before I can make a move, she already has a shirt pulled back over her. Seconds later we are both back downstairs cuddling up on the sofa, under some blankets, looking for a movie to watch.

When we watch movies I often rub her feet, ankles and legs to help her relax. She might think that she’s getting all of the action, but she would be dead wrong. She has cute feet. I don’t think I have a foot fetish, but I often get erect when slowly rubbing her feet. I rub everything from in between her toes, to the sides and center of her foot, all the way down to her heal. Her head usually goes back as she soaks it all in. Maybe it’s her reaction that turns me on so much. Maybe it’s just the enjoyment of feeling her skin against my skin.

One night, she was extremely turned on by my foot massage. She had that hot steamy look to her, but still relaxed. While rubbing her feet, I decided to take it a step further, just to see what would happen. I raised her foot close to my mouth and started lightly kissing her toes. While kissing her toes, I slowly slid one toe into my mouth, calmly sucking on it. Her mouth dropped open a little as her head went back. I heard a slight moan. She gave me the nastiest look. My cock was throbbing. I love giving her oral whenever or wherever she wants it. Even after 23 years, there’s still so many things I want to do to this woman. I continued on with each toe. She was loving it.

It wasn’t long before we were back in our bedroom. Our room can be chilly, so she had a robe on and nothing else. Knowing how wet she already was, I went down on her almost immediately. Sometimes I feel like my tongue is her slave. As I worked my way around the outside and calmly down her lips, I began to make slow circles with my tongue in between her legs. I get so hard from all of the wetness. My chin was dripping. The longer I went down on her, the more her wetness began to spread to my body; down my neck, down my chest, I was swimming in her fluids. My fingers were also soaked from slowly rubbing her. My cock throbbed so hard. I wanted to spread some of her wetness onto my cock, so I stroked it a few times with my drenched hand. She knew I was dying for her.

She climbed on top of me, and looking deep into my eyes, xxxxxxxxxx herself down onto my cock. She was so sexy, so warm, riding me in her white robe. I ran my hands around her back and down to her butt. I felt like I was in a movie. The perfect hot, sexy, mature wife, using me as her slave. This was my job. To keep her happy in every way possible. If only she knew how sexy beautiful she is.

While she was on top of me, she suddenly leaned forward, over me, and we started kissing while going at it. I rubbed my hands along her back, I grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks. I was dying to have a view from the other side. The main sensation of being with her occasionally changed locations. It wasn’t just the sex. Sometimes it was more just having her tongue in my mount that took me to another place. Looking at her. It was all getting me harder.

I don’t know if she was just that wet, or if she started to squirt, but I felt more of her wetness running down my cock, between my legs, even over my ass crack. It made me harder and harder. I thought to myself, I could kiss her forever. I could eat her forever. I could fuck her forever. She’s my addiction…She’s my heaven…She’s my wife.

We changed positions a few times, but it was the pace that made it so perfect. Not too slow, but not drill fucking either. I love it when she reaches peak moment while on top of me. She remains pressed down on me, keeping me deep inside of her. Her body tenses up. Her ass cheeks begin to pinch together as she starts to breathe harder and moan. I love it when it goes on, longer and longer. She deserves it. She works hard. Explaining her beauty is far beyond my words.

It’s hard for wives to not take every single thing a husband says as…"Wanna Fuck?”
It’s also not easy for every husband out there to say what’s truly going on in our hearts and in our minds, without fucking it up. Occasionally when I’m really excited and caught up in the moment, I may say a few brief words to my wife, hopefully without spoiling the moment. But sometimes I wonder if she knows what goes on in my heart, what I’m feeling and thinking. Maybe some things are better left being unsaid.

It feels good expressing how passionate I am about this woman, by writing about my feelings and our experiences. I find it easier to put on paper rather than say directly to her face, but, that doesn’t mean I love her any less.

Maybe one day we will read about these feelings together.

It’s weird. I didn’t think this kind of thing still happened to men, especially in their late 40’s.

I’m the type of person who just likes to go to work and get the job done. I’m friendly and relatively happy….but I don’t tend to gossip and I generally leave my home life at home. Sure sometimes stress can interfere, but overall, silly things don’t break my focus. Until lately...

I’ve recently noticed a newer employee has occasionally been coming and going at the workplace over the past year. Maybe she fills in from time to time, or maybe she just works part time. At first, she was just a new face, working a few hours here and there around the building. She’s a relatively tall woman. Probably in her late 30’s, possibly early 40’s. Tall, big boned, with a curvy build, large thighs and a butt with a lot of bounce to it. In a sexy way, she definitely looks like a lot of woman to handle.

I’d be lying if I were to say I didn’t have occasional fantasies about this woman. From being her massage therapist, to having to give her a ride home because her car wouldn’t start. It’s not illegal to have fantasies, as long as they remain fantasies, right?

Despite her voluptuous features, it was her personality and demeanor that kept her more on my mind. She had a cute voice and a laid back personality. When she speaks, she is not shy. You know how most people have a bubble around them, generally standing a specific number of inches away from people when talking to them. Maybe they don’t want to seem overbearing and pressuring, maybe they don’t want someone to smell their breath? We all have our bubble comfort zone. This woman seems comfortable at all distances. She tends to have conversations a step or two closer than the average woman. Not at an uncomfortable level….almost at more of an inviting level.

As time has gone by, I’ve noticed her in the workplace more and more. Every time I am focused on work, she tends to come around the corner or she happens to be working right next to me. I’m constantly finding my eyes glued to her thighs and butt, with my mind racing.

It’s at the point where I’m beginning to get a little excited when she comes around the corner. Even when keeping to myself, she tends to walk up on me to ask a question or start a conversation. It almost seems like she’s interested in me, but clearly I know that’s not the case….or at least I thought….

A week ago I was working in the planning room when she walked in. Everyone in my wing of the building had already gone home for the evening, or they were about to head out. She sat down in a chair across from me, finishing up some paperwork. As we shared a few laughs over some war stories about how our day had been going, she suddenly slid her shoe off and placed her foot between my legs. It was casual Friday. I was wearing athletic shorts and a hoodie, she was wearing activewear sweats and a 3/4 sleeve softball shirt.

She slowly started rubbing her foot around me without any hesitation, continuing on with our conversation. Slightly embarrassed, I could tell she knew I was rapidly getting hard. Not exactly sure what to do, my instincts told me to return the favor.

As I enjoyed her "foot massage”, I slid off one of my shoes, placing the heel of my foot on her chair, between her legs. She scooted forward so my foot rested right against her lady parts. She felt extremely warm. I started softly moving my foot around in slow motion circles.

Our conversation had slowly turned into deep slow breathing. I’m not sure if I had ever been this hard in my life. She felt warmer and warmer as time went by. I could see the black color of her pants turn a shade darker, right wear my foot was. She was so wet.

Even though I had already imagined a thousand other things I wanted to do with her….I just continued on with the massage. It’s like she had hypnotized me into doing this with her. As we were breathing deeply, we’d each occasionally let out a soft, serene, barely noticeable moan. Our breathing became a bit more intense. My sock slowly started to feel damp. My cock was aching to cum.

We simultaneously slowed our massage down, catching our breath, until we were both just briefly staring at each other.
Imagining how dripping wet she was below her pants was extremely agonizing.

We both stood up, getting our paperwork in order. She gathered up her materials and headed towards the door. Right before she walked out, she stopped, looked back at me and said, "Enjoy your weekend”…..and then she left.

I’ve never looked this forward to going back to work on Monday.