The perfect life, yes, I guess I have that.
My name is Katie and even with some hard times, I have to say that I have had the perfect life.
My life did not just magically start as a perfect life, but it managed to get to this point via a series of small steps. I guess the first step happened when I was six years old and the family and I moved into a new house in the suburbs. Within the first couple of weeks I founs that the neighbors across the street had a son who was also 6 years old and like myself was an only child. Bill and I instantly became best friends. All through our early days we were inseparable, if you saw one of us, the other wouldn't be too far away. We grew up together, played together, and went to school together; we became closer than any brother/sister combination.
Then along came those teen years. I guess everyone took it for granted that we would become a couple and we did not disappoint them. We went on our first real date when we were 13, it seems so natural to be together, yet this time was different. That first date was going to a party given by one of our friends, Bill picked me up at my house and we walked together to the party. Nothing different happened until we were on the way home. Almost by accident as we walked home, our hands touched and my hand slipped into his hand, we had held hands many times before but this felt different, there was an electrical charge passing between us. At the door, I turned to him and thanked him for taking me to the party, then I did something that I had not planned, I bent toward him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. I thought for a minute that he was going to faint. He started stuttering and not making any sense in what he was saying. I interrupted and told him that I would see him the next day at school.
From that point on, we were a couple, no longer play mates, but now we were a true couple.
As we started through our teens, we grew closer and closer together. As with all young couple it wasn't long before we started touching each other. I remember the first time I touched his cock, it happened at 16. We had gone out to a movie and afterward he was to walk me home. We knew that my mother and father would not be home and they had given me a door key to make sure that I could get into the house. We sat on the porch for a few minutes, doing our normal kissing and hugging when all of a sudden he took my door key and dropped it down the front of his pants and told me that if I wanted the key I would have to search for it. I told him that I needed the key and would not reach into his pants to retrieve it. We sat and talked for a while and then he got up to leave, I could see that he was serious about not giving me the key. Slowly I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Slowly slipping my hand into his pants, making sure that I was outside of his underwear, I could feel his underwear and then I touched something hard. I had never seen a cock other than on the baby that I baby sat for, but here was a real live one. Like most 16 year old girl I had lied to the others in my group and told them that I had done all types of things with Bill. As I searched I could not find the key. Watching the expression on Bill's face change with each probe into his pants, suddenly he began to breathe hard and deep. Bill told me that the key was on the inside of his underwear. Retrieving my hand, again I slowly slipped it into his pants, but this side inside the band of his underwear. I had only slipped in a couple of inches when again I touched his cock. So hard, so warm, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. I allowed my fingers to run down the length of it, reaching its base; I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Bill grabbed my wrist, I thought maybe I was hurting him, but that was not the case. Holding my wrist he began to move it up and down, causing my hand to travel the full length of his cock. Bill's eyes began to glass over and he began to shake. After a grunt, I could feel something warm strike my wrist and run over my fingers. I had heard about boys cumming, but had never thought much about what it would feel like. As I withdrew my hand, I could see my fingers covered with cum, I don't know why I did it, but I brought my hand to my face. As it came close to my nose I could smell the musty of his cum, then I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. It tasted salty but nothing that revolted me, as a matter of fact, I liked the taste. Bill grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss, deeper than any of the hundreds of kisses that we had shared up to this point. When we broke he handed me that key and said thank you. Like some of the horror stories I had heard from my friends, I was so afraid that this would break us up, that maybe all Bill was after was sex and now that he had a taste of it, he wouldn't want me anymore.
I couldn't have been more wrong. With that night our relationship took on a whole new light. After that night, I was touching him as much as I could and he was returning the favor.
We continued with manual manipulation, never going any farther until we turned 20. Then one evening Bill asked me to marry him and I said yes. Bill had been working at a grocery chain store since he was 16 and had worked his way us way up to becoming a meat cutter. He was making good money and we started planning our life together. In June just three months before my 21st birthday, we were married.
There were mixed emotions about the upcoming wedding night. Neither of us had ever seen the other completely naked. I was afraid that Bill would not be pleased with my body and also afraid that I wouldn't be able to draw close to his body. I was wrong; we were drawn to each other like two magnets. For that night, my mother had given me a white sheer negligee. I went to the bathroom to change while Bill climbed into bed. As I came into the room, he gave a whistle. We had an incredible night of sex, but that was only the beginning, our marriage would be filled with great sex.
I thought that my perfect life had started, with no money worries, I could stay at home and turn the small cottage that we had rented, into a home. I would straighten up the house; go shopping for groceries or things for our home and then hurry back home and cook a meal for the two of us. During the evening we would snuggle up on the couch and watch TV and make out. Then off to bed for another night of great sex. The nights of passion had the desired effect, 2 years later our son was born. Now the cottage was too small and we found an older house for sale that was well within our budget and I was so happy, now I had an empty house to fill with parts of our lives together. I was afraid that after the baby, I would not regain my figure and our sex life would suffer, but that was not the case, three months after the baby was born, other than makings my boobs bigger, you couldn't tell that I had ever had a child. The wonderful sex continued, and then at the age of 25 our daughter was born. Now with two children around the house and a loving husband I thought that I had the perfect life, but still there was something missing.
Bill was a great lover, his cock was large enough to fill, without over filling, he could go for long stretches, holding back his orgasm until I had been fulfilled several times. We had taught each other what we liked or disliked and the other did their best to keep everything exciting. I would come to bed wearing one of several night attires or sometimes even naked. Bill kept up an exercise routine to keep himself in perfect shape for me. All of my friends were just a little jealous, after 5 years of marriage we had the same exciting sex life that we had on the first night. All of my friend's husbands had allowed themselves to put on weight and loose that youthful look, but not Bill, he still looked 20. Bill always called three or four times a day to make sure everything was OK at home or just to tell me that he loved me. Sometimes he would call and act like we were teens again and ask me for a date that night. One afternoon Bill called and asked to take me to a drive-in that night and of course I said yes. I knew that these drive-in dates would always end up with the two of us parked in one of the back rows and making out like we were teens again. I made a call to my mother and took the kids to her house for the evening and then back home to get ready for my date.
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