Jerry’s wife Beverly

When we dated, my husband Jerry was preoccupied with my scent. He liked to kiss and hug me but spent a lot of time smelling my hair or my neck. I thought he was very handsome and didn’t mind. On our third date I let him play with my boobs. He was happy to for a few minutes, but asked if he could smell between my legs. He swore he wouldn’t do anything more, he just wanted to sniff my crotch. I let him, and he laid with his nose between my thighs for at least ten minutes, smelling me through my jeans. I was expecting him to try pressuring me into sex, but he was more than content to just sniff me.

Four more dates went by with him kissing and making out with me a little while, then poking his face between my legs. I liked him a lot and was in the mood, so I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. He licked me for the first time, and it was great. He wasn’t skilled at all and had no idea what he was doing. Still, he was happy to lick me for over an hour, which was more than enough for me to cum three times.

We had four or five more dates without him asking for intercourse. He just wanted to lay with his face between my thighs and lick and smell me. One night I finally asked why he didn’t want to have sex. He said he wanted it desperately, but didn’t want me to end up like his sisters. All of them had gotten pregnant while they were young and ended up single mothers. He’d never forgive himself if he did that to me. He asked me to give him my dirty panties at the end of the date, so he could smell them at home. He wanted to know I would be safe. I thought it was strange, but he’d given me plenty of what I wanted. All through college, he’d jerk off as he gave me lots of oral, take my dirty panties home, then return them clean at the start of our next date.

When we finally moved in together, most nights we’d fall asleep with his face in my pubic hair. He was happy munching my rug even more than I wanted, so how could I complain? On the day Jerry proposed, he also asked me to get the birth control implant so we wouldn’t have kids until we were ready, probably a couple of years. When I went to the doctor and found out I was infertile, it was a huge shock for multiple reasons. I’d never get the kids I wanted, and we’d wasted half a decade without intercourse! We were 23 and could have been fucking bareback since we met!

When I told him I could never get pregnant, we had sex for the first time. He nearly screwed my brains out! I had five or six orgasms, and he had three without stopping in between! We did it twice more in the morning. It was AMAZING!

He still sniffed my hair, armpits, and crotch a lot, though. It wasn’t hurting anybody and made him happy. After about twelve years together, things were getting monotonous in the bedroom. I suggested that maybe we could spice things up with toys or porn. We tried a few things and had some fun. He suggested we might have an even better time if we invited somebody to join us.

At first I was jealous that he wanted to screw another woman. He assured me that no, he wanted to watch and masturbate as I made love with her. I agreed and had a great time. Over the course of a year, he introduced me to three women who became my occasional lovers. Several times I told him that I would be okay with him sleeping with them too, if he used protection. He kept telling me he was fine just sniffing their underwear and watching us once in a while.