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Originally Posted by jellyworm
Come on man, don’t leave us hanging! We want more!!
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Sorry, life gets in the way.
Before I go any further I will tell you that my first wife cheating on me and leaving me for her boyfriend had devastated me. She was my first girlfriend, my first sex, my first everything. I ended up in counseling because of it. I learned what I was doing wrong in relating to women and how I should act with women in the future. Here was my first shot at trying out everything I had learned.
I'd be lying to say I remember exactly what happened next, but at some point in time, probably during either the song "Guinnevere" or "Lady of the Island" I put my arm around her, she leaned into me, and our lips met. My counselor (a woman) had told me that women like tender. I was trying to be tender, so I guess it was more like our lips brushed each others. That was quite a different experience for her. She told me later that every other guy she had made out with had tried to stick their tongue down her throat and it just grossed her out. This was a new experience for her and she liked it, so much so that we kept at it for a couple of hours. Every time I put my hand or mouth someplace she didn't want it she would move it back, but she never got up and left. This night truly was a night of breakthroughs. For her, finding out that not all guys were pigs, and making out isn't all bad, and for me getting a chance to start over, and starting over with a very beautiful woman, at that.
That was a Wednesday night. She enjoyed it so much that she suggested we should do it again the next week on Wednesday night and she would make dinner for us. I could get a bottle of wine and we could have dinner and sit in front of the fireplace and see what happened. If my son was with me that week I would make arrangements for him to stay with my parents overnight. That was never a problem because they loved to have him visit with them.
The next Wednesday night we got together for dinner as planned and it went so well that it became a ritual in our relationship that lasted throughout our relationship until she moved in with me.
She maintained her rules, and I followed them, but I was always pushing. Our making out was hug and munch, a lot of inner thigh stroking, rubbing along the rib cage, all through the clothes. She wouldn't let me touch her boobs or crotch but she would get on top, straddle my leg and push her crotch onto my thigh, or rub her body against my crotch while I put my hands on her butt and pulled her against me. More than once I ended up changing my clothes because she would make me cum in my pants. She was naive in some ways, but she knew what she had caused. It was a different era. There was no VHS, Betamax, Laser Discs, DVDs, Internet, or any other video format available. If you wanted to see porn, you went to a adult book store or the occasional theater that played X rated movies. Needless to say, with her sheltered life, she had never seen a porn movie and had never seen a cum shot.
Jump forward to 7 or 8 months to early fall.
My parents had a camp near Lake George in the southern Adirondacks. They would live in town during the week and spend their summer weekends on the river. Maybe once a month the three of us, she and I and my son would spend part of the weekend with them.
One weekend my parents went away to visit my uncle (mother's brother) and his wife in Massachusetts and told me that if I wanted to use the camp for the weekend, I was more than welcome.
We had spent a few weekends up there WITH my parents, so her saying we are going up to the camp for the weekend didn't create any issues with her father. I also made sure my ex would have my son.
We packed some warm clothes for the weekend. There was a chill in the air. I was planning on getting a lot of rubbing.
On the way north we stopped for dinner and picked up some alcohol for the weekend. My wife may have been raised by Mormons, but she drank both coffee and alcohol.
We got to the camp, built a fire, got ourselves comfy and had a couple of drinks. We got a little buzzed. Away from home. Out in the woods, just the two of us, with no neighbors, no land line phone and cell phones hadn't been invented.