My Happiest Anniversary
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Oral Sex,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My husband, Jim, has been my only lover, he guided me into our private world of intimacy. On our twelfth anniversary, he gave me a present I never expected, a present of experience, a new experience, one that I carry with me to this day.
Jim and I met and fell in love in San Francisco. I'd always thought The City, as it's called locally, was the most romantic in American and romance swept me off my feet and into Jim's bed, my first time with a man.
Yes, I know, I really was pretty inexperienced, I had friends who were giving all the 'jobs', you know, hand- and blow-, when they were eleven or twelve. Fucking at twelve or thirteen.
Well, I didn't, I didn't even get my boobs felt until I was well into high school and, then, it was through my blouse and bra. Not too exciting, I guess.
So, Jim was my big love. Yes, it was like the movies with music and dancers and all. It was lovely. And, yes, he was the first guy I really wanted in my panties.
I was twenty, in college on the West Coast, we met and I was head over heels, as they say. This was the big one.
Oh, Jim was different from the guys I had dated. He seemed to be a lover, not a boyfriend. You may not get the difference. Well, if you don't, you're probably a guy. He just concentrated on me, made me the center of his world. This was all so new to me that after our first few dates, I went to bed filled with very naughty thoughts, dreaming of things I was brought up to consider base, dirty.
I went to bed thinking of holding him naked in my arms, his caresses roaming all over my body. I dreamed of his touch as I rubbed my hand between my legs those first nights. I had never had these kinds of feelings before. Oh, I had been turned-on some before, with sexual thoughts and feelings, but this was new, different. I felt aroused every waking moment. I knew this was different and I decided that I was going to make it different.
On our third date, we were at his apartment after dinner, necking on the couch, his hand gently squeezing my breast as we tongued each others mouth.
Enough of this, I want more, I thought, then started unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it off. I turned my back to him and felt the clasp loosen as my bra dropped into my lap.
You would think that this moment was steeped in aroused, erotic feelings, but I must confess that all I could think about was whether he would think my breasts are nice. They evidently were because he soon was down kissing them and licking my nipples which really got me aroused like never before. No one had ever touched my breasts and when he ran his tongue round and round my nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, I thought I would swoon. Oh, this had a direct effect on my panties, for sure.
I'll never forget that night. I had never had any of my clothes off in the presence of a man before and he took me back to my dorm that night, just wanting one thing, more.
That came the next night, our fourth date. We were back at his place again, and it was just a matter of a few minutes before I was naked to the waist and his lips were back on my nipples. Oh, they had ached until they were reunited with Jim's mouth. It just felt so good. I had made up my mind that Jim was the one. He was the one I wanted more than anyone I'd ever known.
And I was going right along where our feelings were taking us as he caressed my breasts and I rubbed the large lump in his pants. I lay awake the night before wondering what his penis would look like, how it would feel, even, how it would taste. He was all I could think about.
"Would you take your pants off, please?" I asked wondering just where all this new boldness of mine was coming from.
So, we soon became acquainted with each other's bodies and were kissing and licking and sucking each other to orgasm every night. It was wonderful. The first time he went down between my legs, I just gazed at him in amazement. Then, when I felt his tongue begin to lick me up and down along my labia, I almost fainted. It was, by far, the most erotic feeling I had ever had. He gave me three orgasms that night and I was forever in love with both Jim and his tongue caressing my most secret parts.
I did want to save myself for our wedding night and Jim never pushed me to do otherwise. But we made up for postponing intercourse by exploring each other every night until we got married.
We really never felt any lack of sex and when we finally did make love on our wedding night it was more of a dessert than a main course. But a very wonderful dessert, none the less.
Jim had slowly, patiently brought me from being shy and reserved about my body to being relaxed, even becoming a bit of an exhibitionist. Around the house.
In public, well, that's a bit different. But, he had shown me that if I did loosen up a bit when we were out, the results later when we were in bed would be dramatically revved-up. So, maybe that gave me some incentive to transform the shy Midwestern girl I was into the hip California woman that I know he wanted me to be.
We had planned our twelfth anniversary carefully. It was an important one, we knew any anniversary beyond the tenth was important and we started months in advance talking about and deciding every detail.
We would go back to San Francisco, to the city of our discovery of one another, stay at The Mark Hopkins Hotel, a favorite 'splurge' spot from our earlier days, and have as romantic a time as we could.
I also let Jim accompany me on my shopping spree for the trip, knowing that he would be looking for clothes that would be more provocative than I would have normally chosen.
So, dinner our first night was at the hotel restaurant, Nob Hill. Jim had laid out my wardrobe earlier.
"Hon, um, what are you up to? There's a dress, a bra and shoes. Did you forget something?"
"No, not really. Remember I had you try that dress on and you looked great. Really good."
"Okay, I know I'm a fool for asking, but where are the panties? You said everything's laid out."
"You really planned this out, didn't you? That's why you had me shave my pussy, isn't it?"
So, I put the bra on, slipped the dress over my head and Jim zipped me in. In front of the mirror, I saw an attractive, sexy, desirable woman in a rather short, snug-fitting low-cut, white knit sheath who was, truthfully, rather turned-on from being basically naked under the dress.
Jim got dressed and we went down to dinner. We were ushered over to a banquette where we slipped in next to each other and I began looking over the menu as Jim checked the wine list.
By the time I got down to the list of entrees, Jim had gotten down to my thigh and pulled my dress hem up and was working his hand between my legs.
"You are impossible, James, simply impossible."
"You love it and I know it."
Well, I did, actually, and spread my knees to welcome his attention to my rapidly dampening inner thighs.
I discovered that it is very difficult to carry on a conversation in a swank restaurant with waitstaff going past while you are being finger-fucked by your dinner partner. I could just see a busboy pointing his finger at us accusing us of public mayhem, I mean the tablecloths were fairly long but still looked pretty high up off the floor to me.
But, I soon didn't care. I never had an orgasm but I was close three times, once, just a finger-stroke away.
Then, over dessert, "I've got a surprise for you. I've ordered a massage for you for when we get back up to the room."
He knows I love massages and I was already making mental plans for Jim to take over when the masseuse was finished and she had left. I knew Jim's hands would go where I wanted them the most.
So, we got back up to the room and waited on the sofa for the masseuse. As we waited, we naturally were kissing and petting around. My dress hem was up near my waist and Jim had pulled the front of my dress and bra aside so one breast was in the open.
As the doorbell to our suite rang, I pulled my dress back in place, Jim jumped up and answered the door and lead in the masseuse. A man. Not just a man, a very handsome man.