So, I have posted about my before about my wife and our relationship.
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...72#post1798072
My wife and I met in 1976. Her father was very domineering and had her convinced that she was unattractive and fat.
She did very little dating because of her self image issues. Just a couple of different guys. No sex. The way she tells it the date would get grabby on the first date and there was never a second date.
I had been married before and was in the process of getting divorced. My first wife had been cheating on me with a couple of different guys while I was going to school and working 2 jobs, and being a nerd in my early 20's, I had my own self image issues.
I was looking for some female companionship, she some male companionship, and so I was not pushy and she liked the low key approach. Eventually we got around to messing around
As I have posted before, once she got started she found out she liked messing around, but we were always constrained by her virginity and her desire to be a virgin on her wedding day.
In the early goings of messing around, it was always with our clothes on. She would be on top with one of my legs between hers and she would ride my thigh for an orgasm. Of course, I would have and orgasm too, and I ended up changing my clothes when we were done. It was kind of surreal. If we couldn't see the parts then they weren't really there or something like that.
She was cumming, and I was creaming my jeans, but because we were still dressed we weren't having sex.
Oh, and I couldn't touch her breasts, even through her bra, and I couldn't touch her crotch. But she could rub her crotch on my thigh and rub her leg on my dick and that was OK.
Anyway, on with the story.
We had been doing this for a while, It was late fall. My parents had a summer place on a body of water in Upstate NY, and they had headed off to Florida for the winter. We decided we were going to do some activity in the area (Adirondacks) and instead of driving back that night, we were going to get the old wood stove going and spend the night at the camp.
Just the two of us.
Alone.
Before cell phones.
Too far away to be bothered.
So, we stopped at the camp, got a fire going and headed into town to get some adult beverages while the place heated up.
The only thing the guy had at the store was Southern Comfort so we got a bottle and some ice and went back to the camp to settle in in front of the fire.
So there we were, just the two of us, drinking our Southern Comfort on the rocks under a blanket in front of the fire.
Straight liquor works faster than mixed drinks.
Straight liquor, blankets and a fire. Booze, warmth, and romance.
Anyway, it got a little warm under the blankets for flannel shirts and jeans so before you know it, with the Southern Comfort working its wonders on reducing inhibitions, I'm in my tighty-whiteys and she is in her bra and panties. Her idea.
This is not the first time I have seen her in so little clothing, because she wore a white bikini when we went to the beach, but it was the first time I had seen her in her bra and panties. (if you understand, you understand. If not, you don't) (it really does make sense)
For the first time in our relationship we are horizontal, side by side, with very little clothing on. I am touching her naked thighs and her naked stomach and she is doing the same to me. The fact that I have an erection is very obvious. For the first time in her life she is the thickness of a piece of stretch fabric away from and erection, and that erection has been caused by her.
But wait..............
The Southern Comfort has continued to reduce her inhibitions.
Remember, I was married for 4 years before I met her. This is not new to me. If I had my way we would be naked by now but........
She pushes herself up on her knees and puts her hands around back where her bra hooks and says " I know you have been wanting to see these. I think tonight is the night" and takes off the bra. There is the nicest, firmest little set of B+'s I've seen in quite a while. She laid down next to me and things really took off from there.
Then she said to me, " I kinda know what happens when you have an orgasm, but I'd like to watch."
So, down came the tighty-whiteys and there I was in all my glory. I told her that if she wanted to see it, she was going to have to make it happen. I'm sure she had seen an erection, she had 2 younger brothers she had babysat for, but this was before the internet, it could have been before VHS, and I'm sure she had never seen a pornographic movie. I know it was the first time she had been up close and personal with an erection. She made a few comments about it feeling like a tennis racquet handle, and with my guidance started stroking it.
Believe me, it didn't take long and it was spurting everywhere. She was amazed at how far it went. That's the way it is when you are 26.
I ended up rubbing her through off her underpants. She was still not prepared to let me into them yet. But that night changed our relationship and there was no more rubbing through the blue jeans after that.
Attached is a picture that I recently found and scanned. This was taken the week we were in Cape Cod that I wrote about before.
You can see how fat and undesirable she is.