Sunday night I wore the thinnest, silkiest panties I had. I asked Ean if he wanted me to sleep with him. “If you want to” he replied. I hated th...t. He knew I liked him. He knew I wanted everything with him. Hadn’t I proven that earlier Why was he still treating me like I had doubts Why was he giving me every option to back away from everything I never would. Didn’t he know that I climbed under the covers with him after I turned his light off and hugged him extra tight. I didn’t let go. I was breathing in spurts and I realized my asshole was spasming around his cock. I was so excited and had been fucked for so long I was out of control. He must have loved this because I heard him breathing heavy as his cock became a blur, pistoning in and out of my ass.When he could go no more he gasped, “Here I cum, here I cum, ugh.”He shoved his cock all the way into my belly. I could not really feel him shooting in me but I felt a strange warming sensation. He held himself deep inside me. You didn’t get any sex education in school other that a film explaining menstruation. And your mom wasn’t about to tell you much more. Heated as we rolled around on the bed Charles ended up on top of me. Looking into my eyes he began a soft grinding motion with his hips. Instinctively I widened my legs as he fell between them. I had no clue when he started to grind a little faster, mumbling then groaning. He creamed his pants and I hadn’t any idea what had happened. Embarrassed he quickly. As a result, while all my high school friends were experiencing sex, I limited myself to the occasional hand job. I went to college and met my husband. He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious,.