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Subject: JUST A COUNTRY GIRL by J. BOSWELL
Date: 4 Oct 1996 01:51:17 GMT
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JUST A LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I
certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have
happened to me in the last year.
I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high
school. We were everybody's "perfect couple" -- he played
football, and I was a cheerleader. Duane worked hard for a lot
of years, and, last year, got the "big" promotion and was
transferred to Baltimore. We had to leave our little town for
the first time in our lives. It was very scary, but our minister
gave us an introduction letter to a church just outside of
Baltimore, and the people at our new church were the greatest --
making us feel at home, helping us settle in, etc.
As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the
big city for the first time -- I had never been exposed to all
the sex and violence and four-letter words in the "outside"
world. Duane and I were about even in the sex department, and I
didn't believe people could do the things to each other that I
have recently discovered they do.
Duane and I have been married nine years and we normally
made love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was
unaware of this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the
years of my marriage. We had sex in the traditional,
"missionary" position, and as soon as Duane reached his climax,
he would get up and take a shower, and then I'd take mine. To
me, the sex felt good, but I thought that was all there was to it
-- no big deal. We had never tried, or even discussed, oral sex
or anything else for that matter.
Duane's new job keeps him on the road constantly and he is
gone more than he's home. We bought a house when we moved to
Baltimore, and the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding.
We live near a large state university and decided to rent out a
room to a college student. Duane and I didn't want just anybody
living in our house, so we were fortunate enough to have a church
member recommend her nephew to us.
My story really begins last August, when our college
student, Joe, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I made
his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after
he moved in, I found a whole stack of "adult" magazines under his
bed. There were "Playboys" and "Penthouses," but there were also
magazines with only pictures called things like "Stockings and
Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal Honeys," and "Big Tit Fuckers." I
was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and what I
read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another
one out to read or look at.
One afternoon, Joe came in unexpectedly and caught me
sitting on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed
beyond words, and wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from
head to toe, and Joe tried to console me, telling me not to be
ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot of questions
about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had
never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the
first time in my life.
After a long conversation, he finally convinced me that I
had never really experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing
of its pleasures. To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story
short, within two weeks, Joe seduced me and we began having sex
every day.
Soon after we started, Joe insisted on performing oral sex
on me. I resisted at first, but finally gave in, and, within a
few short minutes, I experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my
life! From that second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking
and screwing me. He never failed to bring me to climax and I was
so hooked on his wonderful body and tongue that I would have done
almost anything to have him suck me.
Several days later, Joe asked me to perform oral sex on him.
Of course, I refused, telling him that I had never done anything
like that, even with Duane. He told me that he would not suck me
until I sucked him. Two days later I gave in and started sucking
him regularly.
From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until
he came (and I swallowed it), then we would make love until he
came a second time, and then he would suck me until I had my
greatest orgasm of the day. Somehow, each day and each orgasm
was better than the last. Needless to say, I loved every second
of our lovemaking.
Joe soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a very
specific sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black. The
dress was to be very short and tight. I was also to get a sexy
lace bra and tiny lace panties, garterbelt, stockings and the
highest patent leather, high heels I could find. I bought the
items as soon as I could afford them, finding the shoes at a
Goodwill store. Of course, I had to hide my new outfit so that
Duane wouldn't see it.
Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would
drive Joe absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking
hit new heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit
for him, and then he would undress me down to the garterbelt,
nylons and heels and I would keep those on as we made love and
sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship. We would
carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even
sometimes four orgasms a day!
One day, after classes resumed after Christmas break, Joe
came home from class and, out of the blue, told me he wanted me
to dress up in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's
apartment. He said he wanted to show my outfit to his friend.
When I absolutely refused, he announced that there would be no
more sex, not even sucking, and left the house to live with his
friend.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Joe at his
friend's apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me
where Joe was and why he wasn't home. But the real reason was, I
now needed my constant sex, and I especially needed Joe to suck
me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded with Joe
to come back and he didn't agree until I told him I would do
anything he wanted me to do.
Joe returned in two days, and after about a week, our
routine was back to normal. The following weekend, Duane was out
of town, and Joe told me that he had set up a party with a friend
of his (Mark), and that I was to wear my sexy outfit. I was too
ashamed to risk being seen in public in the outfit, so I carried
it in a small gymbag. When we arrived at Mark's apartment, Joe
introduced me as his "sexy landlady," and said, "Her husband is
out of town and anything goes!" I was so embarrassed in front of
this total stranger. Joe then went into the kitchen to make
drinks, and Mark put his arm around me, telling me to put on the
little outfit he had "heard so much about."
When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his
hand down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I
pulled away and yelled for Joe to drive me home. He said that I
had promised to do whatever he wanted, and that now was the time
to prove it. He then downed his entire drink, spun me around and
unzipped my dress. It dropped to the floor as he said to Mark,
"Check out this fantastic body! Have you ever seen any better?"
I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Joe
unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain
how embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there, almost
naked, in front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement
blaze in his eyes.
Joe pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make another
round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body --
squeezing, caressing, rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my
hard nipples, until finally, his hand forced its way between my
thighs and found my clitoris.
Joe returned with the drinks and said, "Let's go to the
bedroom," where they both undressed and pushed me on the bed
between them.
That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to
4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was
totally unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed
possible. Joe screwed me three times, and Mark screwed me four
times! Each of them sucked me until I reached orgasms, and I
sucked both of them off twice. While Joe was screwing me, Mark
straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then they
would switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked
Joe, lying on the bed. Joe fell asleep first and then Mark, and
that's the order I woke each of them the next morning, by sucking
them to orgasm.
After that night, we returned to Mark's apartment at least
once a week, for repeat performances. One night, during the
week, two classmates stopped by and Mark invited them in. Within
seconds they were naked and getting on the bed. Joe insisted
that I have sex with them, too. They didn't even tell me their
names, and before the night was over, both of them had screwed me
twice, and I had sucked them both off to climaxes.
Towards the end of the semester, Joe started bringing guys
home from class with him, telling me to have sex with them. When
I counted them up, I realized I had had sex with fourteen total
strangers (not counting Mark!). Every time I refused, Joe
threatened to move out, again, and I knew he meant it. After the
first time with me, some of them stopped back and had sex with
me, even if Joe wasn't home!
Last week, at the end of the semester, Joe told me he wanted
me to go to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what kind
of party it would be, so I refused. He then told me that if I
agreed to go, he would find a job nearby, and stay at the house
all Summer, instead of moving back to New Jersey until the Fall
semester. Of course, I couldn't bear the thought of four months
without sex with Joe, so I agreed to go.
When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was
immediately obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys,
some of whom had been to the house with Joe, all took turns
dancing with me, and that was fun. But within an hour, I was
being led down the hall, into a bedroom, and being stripped at
Joe's urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous sex,
until all eleven men were exhausted, and I couldn't get them
aroused any more, no matter how hard I tried.
That party made me stop and think about where my life was
headed. I think I still love Duane, even though he can't even
begin to drive me wild the way Joe does. I've hinted about oral
sex with Duane, but he says it just doesn't sound "proper."
I know I'm on a wild ride with Joe and his college friends.
I just don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk, and soon,
word about these orgies is bound to get out to someone. I'm even
running out of excuses for why I miss so many Sunday services
when Duane is out of town! Just today, Joe came home from his
new construction job for the Summer and said he was telling all
his coworkers about what a sexy landlady he had!
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