Old habits are tough to break.Pete and I married right after graduation. He took a job teaching at the High School in Portsmouth, NH and I found a job...in Manchester, NH working at a company specializing in setting up and coordinating trade shows. My department was simply called “Marketing Support” and my role was to work with each location, generally, a convention Center or a large Hotel, to secure the date and then travel to that location arriving on a Friday morning to ensure everything that. Most guys were either too old, too fat, or too fake. I also didn't want anyone who was too nice, too polite, or too cautious. I was looking for a real man who knew what he liked and was aggressive about taking it. Over the following months I arranged several meetings, but they all failed to live up to the fantasy in my mind. That's not to say that I didn't have fun. I always enjoy being on my knees with cock in my mouth. But for various reasons none of these encounters satisfied my craving.. I got out to the my car and put my hand on the handle. I didn't open the door though. "Damn it, its not like I'm just planning being married for only seventy-two days like Kim Kardashian. I am gonna have to deal with them on a regular basis." I maintained my position for a minute in silence with my hand jiggling. "Just get in the car, its not that hard." I peeked back at the house. "Son of a big, fat, mother fucking bitch," I muttered, before I started hiking back to the front door. I went. The smell of her BARELY 18 year old pussy sweat filled my nostrils. It was pungent. It smelled like sweat, pee, and pussy juice. I smelled the ass of her panties and the strong smell of her sweaty asshole made my cock rock hard. It was the same smell I enjoyed as I fucked her doggystyle all the time. The scent that rose up from her crack was exquisite. I pulled my cock out and started stroking it.Then she walked out. She forgot a towel.“What are you doing?....” she asked.“Um… smelling your.