My wife was a virgin when I knew her, she had a few flirtations, but those were the days when it took a long time for flirtations to go further than a few kisses and caresses.
It was only after a dozen years of marriage, when she had proof that I was going to look elsewhere that she "took the plunge" with a black man from her colleagues whom I had the opportunity to meet later; he then told me that it was the first time he had met a woman who wet herself in this way; he had barely kissed her when she was completely soaked, her panties leaking through and running down her thighs...
I didn't know her like that and he told me that afterwards, this phenomenon never returned; showing that the notion of the forbidden, for the first time, can play on the brain and the senses...
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