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In the beginning - an introduction to us.
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In the beginning - an introduction to us. I met Pete a few days after my 16th birthday; I was a normal girl into the usual scene as I just left school all ready for sixth form. I had seen Pete a few times at a local pub where a few of us met, he always looked at me and I fancied him to, he always said I was the best looking girl he had seen. The only problem was his age, he was 25. My parents have always been strict and brought me up to live conventional norms in live, ie. Sex with one partner as I’m a girl and ideally that will be my husband or long term partner and always safely. Age gap was expressed as a certain no which I guess comes from social stigma. However Pete started talking to me and I liked being around him, As I stood there I was wearing black leggings and a white top with various accessories. I am slightly less than five foot, naturally slim (thankfully) and size 6, 26B. I have long brown hair but the colour can change with each visit to the hair dresser! I also try to look as good as I can but maybe suffer with confidence. Guys always said my best feature was my bum! Pete was taller being five foot 10, quite a stocky build and incredible eyes. Whenever he looked at me I filled up with excitement, wanting him to fancy me. I consider myself to be reasonably attractive and had several lads wanting to take me out. But Pete was who I wanted to be with. He seemed kind and polite, something I thought my mum and dad would like. After a week or so he asked for my number and we chatted a lot from there. This progressed naturally and we became partners quickly, I introduced him to my parents and we lied about his age, saying he was 20. I am not sure whether they actually believed this though. Sex naturally came along with me losing my virginity to him, always with him protected, he always seemed very sexual and we soon had a good sex life. I went on the<b> contraceptive </font></b>pill and we had unprotected sex a few times but I felt generally ill, a visit to the doctors showed the pill was agreeing with me so I came off it. He quickly mentioned in our relationship he had sexual fantasies, and one day maybe we could do them. I never really gave this much more thought. Our sex life started fairly normally, he performed oral on me a lot which I really liked, he also comments on how good I taste, almost sweet which I don’t really understand how it can! He also mentioned how perfect my pussy was. I always shave as I don’t like hair down there, I have quite plump vaginal outer lips which are very close together. My public mound is also fairly pronounced. The first time we had sex was incredibly painful for me. I thought his penis was large being 5.5 inch, he always comments though at how tight my vagina actually is though. After a few times this started to get better but I always had difficulty getting it inside of me. After 5 months of us going out we had been in town drinking, on our taxi ride home he said to me ‘Beth you know how I talk about fantasies, I need to tell you mine’, drunk I joked, ‘yeh sure’. His words will stay with me ‘this doesn’t mean I don’t want you, I just am so turned on by the thought of other men having sex with you whilst I watch, me giving them permission to be with you, to use you, and you willing to do this for me because you love me, which you do don’t you?. I couldn’t believe it, I literally filled with shock. ‘What….. what do you mean? I don’t, what?’. We had been out many times and men looked at me, he always seemed to get so jealous saying to me ‘look at him looking at you, look at him’. Now it started to make some kind of sense. ‘But why would you want another man to be with me?’, ‘Because they would love your little tight pussy Beth, you would drive them wild. Look at it just as sex, nothing else, it would turn me on so much Beth’ I literally filled with dread, with worry. How could he possible want this? Why would he want to see this happen to me? This was so wrong. I literally freaked out, I stopped the taxi and jumped out, being only around the corner from my parents I ran back. When I got home I broke into tears unable to understand why someone I love would want this. Over the next few days I kept distant from him. He apologised and gradually we started seeing each other again. After another month or so he gradually raised the idea, when an attractive guy walked by he would say ‘how about him Beth, you could if you wanted to’ and generally made a joke about it. During sex he would comment saying ‘your pussy looks amazing with my cock inside, just think what it would be like with a bigger one’. Eventually after around a year I had simply had enough, I loved him so deeply and he helped me through a touch time in my life where a relative died. In the end I decided to call his bluff, ‘RIGHT ok then, fine set up it’. Without any more questioning from him he said ‘GREAT! Beth I knew you would. I love you so much’ and with that I didn’t hear anything else. A few weeks went by without him saying a word. I felt relaxed, at ease thinking that my plan had worked, and in face he panicked and didn’t want to take it any further. Mum and dad announced they were away for the weekend and I had the place to myself ‘no outrageous parties Beth!’ ‘but we know Pete will probably be stopped so you don’t need to lie’. I suggested this to him and we planned an amazing weekend. Friday night we were going out into town for drinks, the duvet day Saturday with films. That Friday I was off college, I had my 18th birthday 2 weeks before so could now legally drink! I spent most of the day getting ready to go out, hair washed and straightened, skin moisturised, shaved all over with a new razor (bar my head!) nails done , new dress and underwear. I had a new fitted black ‘Lipsy’ dress, a black lace thong and a lace strapless bra with nice high heel shoes. I felt nice. Pete came over after work around 7pm, we had a few drinks and I could tell he was turned on, he touched me softly over my pubic mound whilst we kissed ‘lets go upstairs’ I said to him, my pussy wanting to feel his lips and tongue ‘lets save it for tonight’. I thought this was slightly odd but after a while our taxi arrived and off we went. We had a fair amount to drink whilst out, he seemed overly keen to keep topping up my drink. After a good night we got home around 1am. As I walked up our driveway I head a car door close (that’s funny, the taxi just drove off?) ‘PETE, BETH, HEY!’. Marcus… what the hell did he want?! |
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Very interesting. I'm curious to read more. “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
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don't tease us, Beth !! hehehe 
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Well i guess its exploration of lifestyle HOTWifing next  Cheers  Charismatic Bull 
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wild and crazy love it
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Big difference in ages !!
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mmm I want to read what happenned after
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