Flashback to the early 1980’s. My first wife held on to her virginity until she was 23. She went to catholic schools before college. She had a few boyfriends in college and she told me that she gave them blowjobs but of course they always wanted more and when they didn’t get it they moved on. Shortly after college she landed her first job and moved into a college town a long ways from where she grew up or went to school. It was there she met Brian, a graduate student working part time in her office. She was lonely, attracted to Brian and curious. She told me part of her motivation to finally give up her virginity was she didn’t want to die without trying sex. Kind of a silly thought but it put Brian at the right place at the right time. She told me she was scared to death and still feared pregnancy even though he wore a condom and it was not enjoyable. What she told me was so exciting it’s burned into my memory. He fucked her missionary until he came which she said did not take long. It would be a little while before they would fuck again. She wanted better protection and he wanted to fuck her without a condom, so she agreed to getting an IUD. In few weeks the IUD was in place and her training continued. She was still scared and it took time for her to start enjoying sex. She said that her and Brian would fuck most everyday unless she was having her period. Some days they would fuck in her office during lunch and then later at her place or his after work. She said neither of them were too creative or daring, it was foreplay followed by missionary and once in awhile doggy and it would almost always end with him cumming inside her. This went on for almost a year when she finally caught on he was seeing another woman at the same time. She ended their affair. Hurt and distrusting she stayed celibate for two years. She took another job and moved another 400 miles, finding herself again in a strange place and lonely. I met her because I was friends with her landlord and she came to pay her rent and his phone rang and we struck up a conversation while she waited. A couple of dinner dates later and I picked up where Brian had left off, only she no longer had the IUD. On our third date she spent the night. I was bareback and riding her missionary, as I felt my orgasm getting close I had the presence of mind to ask her if she was protected, the was a short period of silence and a simple no. I pulled out and jizzed on her stomach. Early the next morning she initiated a blow job and I came in her mouth which she quickly spit into a tissue. It was a great night but her training would pick up the pace quickly, I wanted her to get on birth control and I told her spitting is terribly insulting and she took it to heart. She was soon on birth control pills and I got her to watch some rented VHS porn movies and she started to give absolutely fantastic blow jobs and swallowed without complaint every single time. After watching a few porn movies she would take a facial and enjoyed me titty fucking her (34C) and giving her pearl necklaces. The next step was to get her try anal which she did but neither of us was all that keen on it. I do remember putting one load up her ass and then seeing gooey streams of jizz on the shaft of my dick when I pulled out. She had become fully trained in few short months and she had grown confident and comfortable with it all, cum inside, facials, swallowing and anal. She also loved lingerie especially the sl*tty outfits from Frederick’s of Hollywood. She looked fantastic in those outfits which gave her the courage to go further because she didn't feel as vulnerable as when she was naked. I long harbored a desire to watch her with another man, she didn’t say no when I brought up the subject, she just replied I don’t know who I would want to be with for that. I eventually got her to fuck another guy but the process of getting her to do that was rather slow and started by letting other guys watch the two of us via VHS tape trading and then finally letting one watch us in person. Those are stories for another thread. If I could find Brian I would thank him for the initial break in which I am sure was a bit frustrating but it led to some fantastic times and great memories.
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