"She saw my expression and gave me a little kiss. "That's right Matt. I didn't lose my cherry willingly, I was raped. That wasn't the worst part of it...though. AIDS may not have been in the news in the 70's but it was there and I found out all about it. Of course they didn't know what it was at first but I knew I was probably going to die from whatever I had eventually. In the meantime any chance of getting married, having a family, or even having sex became impossibe. I couldn't expose you to. So to say, a green light have been given. He asked her "Are u sure? No regrets later?" Nope" she claimed to have said that"Alright but there would be a little discomfort and some pain for awhile" he warned her.She acknowledged.In a swift motion, he slid it in with the natural lube there was but only to have the head fully in first. He began slow thrusting. She felt theres resistance inside. Probably her hymen of which she knew. She felt the discomfort coming yet wanted it to be all in her. She eagerly awaits her turn, happy to see her husband at the end of the day. He lightly pecks her on the lips, squeezes her tits and heads to the office to work on the computer. She follows him and asks how his day went. He doesn't want to talk about it. He's too tired and distracted by what's on the monitor. He doesn't look at her.As she walks away, she thinks to herself, "He's just tired and has had a long day." She gets the kids out of her hair for a few minutes and finishes dinner. She. The weeks passed quickly. Before I knew it, Janet asked me what we were going to do to celebrate.“Don’t you think we should at least wait for the last script to be paid, before we celebrate?” I asked.“That isn’t what I meant,” she informed me. “I’m talking about Thanksgiving. It’s next week you know.”“Ah I see,” I said. “Well I usually go to someone’s house for lunch, then stay home and watch TV.” I said.“So what about this year. We always have thanksgiving dinner at my parent’s house,” she.