His name was Daljinder but everybody called him DJ. He was on a different course to me and we had met at an Asian Society event not long after Fresher... week. He was a good looking guy – about 5’6” and really used to dress well which is what first attracted to me to him. He was my first boyfriend and the guy that took my virginity. We’d been going out off and on through the whole of the first year. I say off and on because we had a bit of a bust up before the end of year exams and we split up. She whispered back that it had the same affect on her. I opened my legs a little and she looked between them seeing the wetness on my pink panties. I took her hand and placed it to the dampness and moved her fingers up and down knowing she was feeling my labia. She moved my bottom off her lap and drew one of my hands under her night dress, up the inside of her thighs, parting her legs all the time. "Feel my wetness too baby" she said and my fingers were exploring her pussy lips through the wet. It covered her female essentials and yet the moment she moved, there were glimpses of nakedness so that she was giving me a show.After she'd bathed, I took her back to the cave that I call the Closet and I selected a stalagmite and I taught her how to hang her clothes on it, the underthings first, and then the petticoats and the dress. She kept glancing round at me, and it was with a concerned, confused expression. Even so, she kept going. She fastened the bodice, then the two rows of red cloth. After round 4 years of marriage, I started to sometimes imaging how I would react to other men touched Nicolette, also knowing she had some sort of sex with other guys before settling down with me and becoming my property. Soon the thoughts went from jealousy to being turned on, being so attractive she turned a few heads and any red blooded male would obviously be thinking, ‘I’d like to fuck her’ or similar thoughts.I started off by questioning her prior experiences with guys.