My Nasty Wife

Tammy and I were very happy in the first few months of our marriage. Hers was the love I had always looked for. Tammy was such a sweet young girl, a virgin of 20 when we married. She was flat out gorgeous, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her in the street. She hid her shapely body and legs in loose, long cut dresses, and kept her thick black hair pinned back. She was a lady, a beautiful angel. She was a minister’s daughter, raised in a deeply Christian household, and her strong religious convictions made her very conscious to not dress provocatively. It was just as good. I’d come to know over the few months what a spectacular body she had. I felt privileged to have seen it all, and to have been the first man to feel the inside of her lovely young pussy. In contrast to her, I was much more adventurous sexually. Certainly no virgin, by the time I was her age I had had many women. Sex was the most important thing in my life. You might even consider me a sex addict; I spent many hours in strip clubs and adult bookstores, enjoying pornography and the pleasures of feeling up strippers. In fact, I continued to do this even after we were married, because while Tammy was the love of my life, there were feelings and urges that she didn’t satisfy. There was no way I could tell her about this, she wouldn’t understand, so it remained a secret I kept from her. Marriage so far had been a compromise. I brought her along slowly; She was very resistant to do anything she considered “kinky”, and to her that included blowjobs and any kind of ass play. I was crazy enough about her to hold myself back. It was tough for me.

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