My Wife, The Writer

by DG Hear

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Violent, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: My wife is to close to her readers and fans. I can't go on like this. What decisions will she make. Her fans or Me?

Thanks goes out to my friend 'Techsan' for editing this story.

Chapter 1

I looked in the study and there sat my wife of three years typing away. All her attention focused on her thoughts and transferred to the computer screen. You see, she was a writer. She wanted to become an author some day. Right now she was totally focused on writing short stories.

We met a little over four years ago. I was in my forties and she was twenty at the time. I decided to go back to college at night and get that degree that I never got twenty years before when I dropped out of college. My employer would pay for it. It was part of their "Advancement program." So I headed back at night to finish the degree program I started twenty-four years before. That's where I met Charly. Her name was Charlene but I just called her Charly. I always liked nicknames.

We met in an English class of all places. She was a full time student but took some classes at night to complete her degree sooner. She was brunette, short 1⁄4 maybe 5'2" 1⁄4 built with nice big boobs and a big bubbly personality. She was also a really good looking chick. The minute I saw her I was awestruck. I couldn't help it, I had to get to know her. I might add that I had been recently divorced and hadn't got any in awhile so I guess I was somewhat on the prowl.

I couldn't believe it. The first night in class she came and sat down next to me and just started talking to me. She asked me if I minded and of course I told her, "Of course not. I'd be honored to have such a young pretty gal sitting next to me."

She looked at me a little strange hoping she hadn't made a mistake sitting there. She said she liked to sit near older men. They seemed to have a better intelligence level. All the younger guys in college just wanted to hit on her. I could see why. I wanted to hit on her myself and she was young enough to be my daughter.

If there was something called instant infatuation, I had it. She started telling me about her going to college and how she wanted to become a famous writer. She loved reading novels. Love stories and fantasy stories were her favorite. She had been attending college for three years now. She wanted a degree in literature so she could have some credentials when she published her books in the future.

We had English twice a week and I looked forward to class. I hated English but because of Charly it soon became my favorite subject. After a few weeks of classes I asked her out. She smiled and I could tell she was thinking about it. After all I was probably as old as her parents.

She told me she didn't go on many dates. Her career came first and she didn't want to get to distracted from her goal. I told her, "Thank you, I understand."

She looked at me and said, "Where did you want to go?" I couldn't believe it. Someone this nice, this cute, would go somewhere with an old fart like me. I told her anywhere she chose. Movies, dinner, plays, a drive-in movie would have been great but there weren't to many around any more. Besides she probably wouldn't have gone there with me anyway.

She told me she wanted to go see a new sci-fi movie that just came out. I readily agreed and asked, "Dinner after the movie?"

She agreed and we had our first date. Damn, I felt like a young kid again. Only this time I was more mature and took it slow. I was much more experienced and just had to use my brain a little more. That's the brain in my head, not in my pant's though hopefully that would come later.

We saw the movie and had a wonderful dinner. She was so nice and smelled so good. Just being near her made my day. The people at work couldn't believe what a happy disposition I had lately. It wasn't hard to explain 1⁄4 I was falling in love.

We started seeing each other outside of college regularly. I didn't want to push it. I knew her career came first and figured we had plenty of time. After a couple of dates I kissed her. It just happened. For some reason I was dropping her off at home and reached over and kissed her.

When I pulled back, she looked at me with her dark hazel eyes and said, "I liked that, can I have another?"

I kissed her again, only more passionately this time. God, it felt so good, I felt so alive. I didn't push it. She smiled at me and said she would see me at school and went into her house. When I got home I had to wank off, I couldn't help it. My balls would explode if I didn't get some relief. I just thought about Charly and it didn't take but a few seconds. Damn, masturbating never felt so good. It must have been the person I was thinking of. I really slept good that night.

Our relationship progressed. I asked her about our age difference. She told me she never thought much about age. Either she liked the person or she didn't, it was that simple. That's when I told her I more than liked her, I was falling in love with her. She didn't seemed surprised and just said she knew. She could tell it many dates ago. She was just trying to hold off till she finished school. She was having strong feelings about me also. She still had six months until she was able to get her degree.

"Charly, I can't wait six months to have you. I need you in my life, I need you in my bed. I want you to be my wife." What was I saying? I had only been divorced a year and here I was proposing. What had gotten into me? I wanted her bad but was I going too fast just to get in her pants? I didn't know for sure but I had said it. I couldn't retract it then.

She looked at me and said, "I want you too, Gary, but marriage is a little ways off. I do want to make love with you. Would you make love to me without us being married?"

What the hell kind of question was that? I'd fuck her into next Tuesday if she would let me. I had to watch how I handled this question though. Didn't want to blow it now. I looked into her eyes and replied, "Yes, Charly, I want to make love to you. My marriage proposal can wait until after your graduation from college. As long as we can be lovers until then. I want you. I need to be close to you. I will stand back whenever you ask. I know your degree means a lot to you and I don't want to change your focus. Just add a little focus in my direction during our love making."

After our next night out I took her to my apartment. We both knew what was going to happen. We walked into the bedroom and I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you sure about this? The last thing I would want is to hurt you or, even worse, lose you."

She smiled at me and said, "I've wanted this ever since our first date. I don't know why you waited so long to ask me. All I ask is that you be gentle and make love to me, not just hard sex. I love foreplay, soft touches and being caressed."

With that said I kissed her gently and then in a slow methodical manner I began unbuttoning her blouse and gazed at her breasts heaving under her lacy silk bra. Just staring at her heaving breasts could make me go insane. I sat on the edge of the bed with Charly standing in front of me and kissed the valley between the soft mounds of her breasts. God, what a beautiful sight. As I buried my face between her young mounds I reached behind her and undid the clasp to release the pressure of the silk bra against her breasts. Then after pulling the bra off her shoulders I put a hand on the side of each globe and pressed them into my waiting face.

I kissed and sucked them like there was no tomorrow, listening to her moans of pleasure. I didn't want to stop but had to continue my explorations of this incredible woman. While sucking and kissing her breasts, I put my hands on the front of her jeans, unbuttoned and than lowered the zipper exposing her panties. This was a pure delight. There is nothing like seeing a beautiful woman exposing herself slowly to you. I had to slide my hand down inside of her panties. Feeling the softness of her skin and then running my hand over her bush and into the crevice below. Soft, moist and getting wetter. I could smell the hotness of her sex. It wasn't going to be long now before the taking of this lovely creature. As I ran my fingers over her vagina they became moist and slid right into her. I heard a big intake of breath as she pushed her mound against my fingers, taking more into her sex.

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