From Lonely Unfilled Housewife to Perverted Slut Part 1 is very conservative but wait for more Parts as my life turns into a new life.
I lived a humdrum life for years after marring my husband Paul. Don't get me wrong Paul was and is a good honest hard working man and even after fifteen years extremely good looking. He lacked one important thing any kind of sex drive. If Paul wasn't in our sound proof basement working out some kind of contracts he was working out there in his make shift gym. When he was out it was at various construction sites where he worked as a construction worker foreman now. He had began as a construction worker and had worked himself up until he became the foreman. If wasn't working he also went to the local gym. So over the years I saw less and less of Paul.
I had met Paul after finishing high school and was just nineteen. I had been a virgin. I got a job as a secretary of a construction company where I met Paul. He asked me out and we were soon an item. During that year of dating I began working out at the same Gym Paul went to and was soon in great shape myself and even Conservative dressed got a lot of whistles when Paul wasn't around, that is.
Just a little more than a year of dating Paul asked me to marry him and I accepted. During that first year Paul and I had never gone any further than the odd kiss or hug. We had never had sex. Paul had never tied going any further than that and I wanted to be a virgin when I married Paul.
A little about myself. I was brought up as in an orphanage until the age of eight living in various foster homes and orphanage. At the age of eight I had been adopted by a very conservative man and women. I had never asked them why they adopted me but I guessed they couldn't have children of their own. I guess they were nice enough but they didn't show me affection of hugging and I never felt I fit in. They fed me and clothed me but that was as far as it went with them.
So when Paul came along and at least hugged me and showed a little bit of action I was happy. I was never told I was attractive by my adopted parents and thought of myself as plain. They had made me wear frumpy clothing. Dresses that went past my knees up to my neck and sleeves at least to my wrist. Because the dresses were slightly too large they did nothing for my budding figure. A figure I was told to hide.
When I left home and got a job as a secretary across the state and met Paul I still wore the slightly large conservative kind of clothing I had worn living with my adopted parents. I met Paul who actually payed attention to me asking me out first for just lunches. They progressed to asking me out for dinners then out to the gym he worked out in. I was very shy about working out at first wearing baggy workout clothes I found at discount stores. It was the first time I actually showed my legs and arms in public even though no one saw my actually figure. I guess what I did show attracted the looks of the guys that worked out at the gym but Paul was always with me when we worked out. Only a few a times I ventured out alone to work out at the gym. Paul had gotten me a yearly pass for the gym so I went alone only because of getting Paul's money worth out of the yearly pass.
I had learned living first at the foster homes and orphanage then from my adopted parents to watch my spending.
At long last the day of Paul and my marriage day came. My adopted parents and Paul’s family attended the wedding. Paul came from a large family of five brothers all younger than Paul who was five years older than me. All his brothers were equally well built as Paul. Paul by the way is just over five nine dark brown hair, hazel eyes. His brother Jason was five eight twenty four at the time of our marriage, same dark hair, hazel eyes. Ted five nine dark hair brown eyes at age twenty two. Mark was the tallest of his brothers at six feet tall with dark hair and brown eyes at twenty one and his youngest brother Tony was a year younger than me at five eight. Yes dark hair and hazel eyes. They all worked out. They all worked out at the same gym as Paul and did construction work except Tony who was beginning a community college. They were all clean cut, short haired clean shaven men.
As far as personality it was Paul who was the most conservative of them all. Paul had actually kept me from meeting his brothers and sisters up to a month before our marriage for some reason. He always said they were busy when I said I would like to meet his brothers and sisters. I was amazed how much his brothers looked like him in looks but they were opposite in personality. The seemed dominant and aggressive compared to Paul's easy going manner and even on the submissive side. His three sisters took more after Paul.
Sara had short dark hair at twenty seven. She was maybe five five and worked out at a gym also by the looks of her lovely figure she didn't have trouble showing off for her husband Greg. Tina was twenty nine and looked very much like Sara only older and dressed conservatively and married to George. The oldest in Paul’s family was Maggie who was thirty and very attractive with dark hair, brown eyes and five six and she was married to Jeff.
By the way all three brother and laws were hot looking men. Greg, Sara's husband was six two dark blond hair, blue eyes muscular body. He wore tight jeans most of the time with muscle shirt and had no trouble showing off his athletic body. Tina's husband George who was Greg's work out friend and was a good six two with massive muscular body with dark hair and blue eyes and dressed much like Greg. Then there was Jeff. He was younger than Marie by ten years at age twenty like myself. There was nothing shy about him. He was the most aggressive dominant and arrogant man I had ever met. When I met Jeff I felt goose bumps run through my body.
Paul and my wedding wasn't anything special and Paul took me across the country to Niagara Falls for our honeymoon. That first night I have to admit I was on the scarred side not knowing what to expect from being intimate with Paul for the first time. It ended up I had nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. I put on my new night gown the sexiest I could find in this dress store I found. I picked out a white night dress showing my virginity it was low cut for me. It went to just above my knees. I had changed in the bathroom.
Paul was laying on the bed wearing a pair of plain white boxer shorts. It was the first time I saw him with his bare chest and legs showing. He had always worn t-shirts when he had worked out and baggy shorts. He had a hard body but wasn't one to show his body off like other men that worked out. Now I saw his smooth hairless muscular chest with large nipples. “Don't be scarred Joan.” He had said to me come lay beside me.
I had walked over to the large bed kicking off my slippers before getting on the bed and laying beside Paul. He rolled over on his side and I followed suit laying on my side. He ran his large hands through my long dark blond hair and looked into my green eyes. I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping he would be like in the movies telling how beautiful I looked in the moon light and all that stuff. But instead he kissed me on my lips and I kissed him back lightly. Then he reached down and pulled my nighty up. I arched my body so he could pull it up. He had it up to my upper body and then pulled it up and over my head. He was so gentle the entire time I didn't feel scarred. I was now only wearing my lacy bra and panties. He wrapped his long muscular arms around me, undid it and for the first time he saw my medim sized breasts. They weren't huge but they were perky. They stood up even laying on my side. My nipples were getting hard.
Then with out a word Paul reached down and pulled my white laced panties down my long white shaved legs. They weren't overly muscular but curved at the right places and led up to my shapely hims and slim twenty two inch waist. I didn't know what to expect. Then he put his large hands on each side of his white boxers and pushed down. I tried not to look down but did. What I saw was amazing. I had never seen a man's penis before not less a hard one. His penis came out hitting his washboard stomach. It had to be just over five inches. Huge as far as I was concerned having nothing else to compare it to.
Paul pushed me gently on my back and got on top of me, both of us nude now. He kissed my lips lightly again and messaged my breasts with his large hands. I could feel my body shiver all over in anticipation as I felt his hard penis pressed against my leg. Then his cock was in me. Only the head was in my wet pussy. My clit was hard and juicy. His penis pressed against it. He pushed his penis into me slowly and gently until I knew it was all the way in my pussy. I began to feel excited in my body. My pussy felt it wanted more. I couldn't help pushing my hips up to meet Paul pushing into me.
“Lay back dear.” Paul said as he pulled his penis out of my pussy just as slowly and back into me. I was shivering with anticipation hoping he would push his penis back into me harder so I could feel the excitement throughout my body. But he proceeded slow and gently. Suddenly after only a few minutes I saw this strained look on his face. “Oh yes that was good.” That's all he said and pulled his penis out of me. It was shrinking in size as he got off my body and lay beside me.
I thought to myself that's what I waited all my life for. That was it. My pussy felt like it was still in need still wanting some kind of satisfaction. That's when I looked down at it and saw blood. What the heck was the matter. Had Paul ruptured something inside me. Remember no one had explained the facts of life to me. I looked at Paul he looked like he was ready to fall asleep all relaxed. I turned to him and said. “Paul. Somethings the matter. Look I'm bleeding maybe we should get a doctor or something.”
“For heaven sake Joan didn't your mother ever explain to you the first time you have a penis you bleed. It means you are no longer a virgin. Just go clean yourself up and come back to bed. I'm tired. We had a long day.”
I got out of bed grabbing my night gown and went in the washroom and instead of just washing my pussy out I took a complete bubble bath. I was hopping with my clean sweaty body Paul would would want to have sex again. However that didn't happen. When I finished my shower and got back in bed Paul was on his side with his boxers back on his side sound asleep. So that was my first sex with my new husband Paul. I will be working on Part 2. I don't have a lot of time for wrting but hope to work on it soon. firstname.lastname@example.org