Preface

Before I start I must say I will write this as accurately as I can without embellishment, though as your read it you will see it would have been more erotic with some changes, but this is what really happened. I know that Heidi will not agree on some points (but of course I’m right); however the larger facts are not in dispute.

How I Got This Way

Well I must simply consider myself about the luckiest guy around. I have never been much of a stud.

When I was young I was skinny and uncoordinated, I’m now in my late 40’s and a little too heavy and still uncoordinated. I had a career as counselor and educator, and now working on my PhD so I can be a professor. So I’m kinda dull and not rich.

Yet for all that I have been blessed with the most amazing wife in the world. After over 25 years when most of my friend’s wives have lost their youthful figure, she still can turn heads.

I was raised in a very progressive, upper middle class home. I would describe it as “Leave It To Beaver” in its simplicity and “Love American Style” in its outlook. Until I was in high school my mother was a stay at home mom and my dad earned plenty as a senior executive in a national firm. My parents joined the PTA, we took annual family vacations and we went to church regularly. It wasn’t until I got married I realized my family was so liberal on sexual issues. I guess I knew our family was a little different, in grade school, I knew my parents put up the Playboy and Penthouse magazines when my grandparents came to visit and we were told not to let our friends see those magazines. As a Junior High student in the mid 70’s things were very open. My parents stored a huge box of old porno magazines upstairs in the closet opposite my bedroom and I thought nothing of having several in my room were my mom would know they were there. Speaking of my mom, I remember every Christmas my dad would get my mom a new negligee and she would put it on before we kids could open any of our presents. For dad there was always the Playboy calendar and a box of cigars in his stocking. On Christmas morning after we opened our presents she would wear her new negligee and drink coffee and he would smoke his cigar. This had been the tradition as long as I remember and from looking at old photos I think it predated my arrival in 1962. I really did think all mothers wore see-through gowns around the house when only the family was around. In public she wore the smallest bikinis, shortest shorts and halter tops that showed lots of cleavage.

My dad had been taking nudes a lingerie photos of mom since photo processors first began to print them in the late 60’s. When we converted the old 8mm movies to video we found one reel from a trip to Yellowstone of mom nude soaking in a hot spring in the woods with us kids just as naked running around.

My pubescent friends must have loved my house and they told me they thought my mom was great looking. It wasn’t until several years after I was married that my mom told Heidi she had gotten some of the first silicone breast implants in the country back in the mid 1960’s.

When was in junior high I began to understand my parents life style. I distinctly remember the neighborhood adults would get together in one house or another on Saturday afternoons and lock to keep the kids out for several hours leaving us kids to just guess what they were doing. I remember snooping in my parents room and finding a stack of 8mm movies that were not our home moves. One night when they were out I took the movie projector to my room and saw my first hard core porno.

It was shortly after that the Debbie Does Dallas movie came out. In the Dallas area it was front page news as the Cowboys sued because in the porno the star played a Cowboy cheerleader and wore a real Cowboy cheerleader uniform in the movie. I remember the “Wild Bunch” (as they called themselves) were right up front with us kids that they were going out one night as a group to see the movie.

On another occasion I found pot paraphernalia. One summer my parents and two other neighborhood couples went for a week to a nude resort in Jamaica. When they returned and started showing the slides they made us kids leave because “You’re not old enough to see the ones from the nude beach” (of course later I did look at them when my parents were out).

For years thereafter, my parents went to nude resorts with friends at least once per year.

Only a couple of times did I get an idea of what was happening with the adult gang. One Sunday afternoon the Wild Bunch failed to lock the door for their “adult time” A couple of us walked right in on them, when we arrived in the living room the adults were scrambled around hiding things and began yelling for us to leave. I didn’t get a good look but I saw, in the second before we scooted back out the door, magazines (Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, OUI were opened to photo spreads and strewn all over the floor, almost to the door where we stood. It was evident that this is not what they were trying to cover up, but I guess we did not know what to look for.

I got a better idea one evening when I was asked to baby-sit while the Wild Bunch went out to celebrate one of the member’s 40’th birthday. The party had started at he house I was sitting at and what they left behind was all new to me. Sex jokes and toys I hadn’t known existed and did not know what they did were left strewn around the living room.

All that to say that I grew up in sexually liberal home, so when I chose to rebel against my parents it was to become an arch conservative rather than a liberal. When Heidi and I got married in the early 80’s I was still a virgin and clueless about actually having sex. In my conservative rebellion, I had become involved in the fundamentalist Christian movement of the late 1970’s and early 1980’s and for several years became radically conservative. I met my Heidi senior year at the very conservative Christian college at which we were students.

She was sexually experienced, but still very conservative and guilt ridden about her past. After only dating 3 months we were engaged and by the time we had known each other less 7 months we were married on November 15, 1986.

It was only years later she admitted that she got married because she wanted sex and at the time she thought the only guilt free way to have sex was in marriage. Guilt was a the controlling force in her sexuality. Her fundamentalist family did not acknowledge sexuality unless it was in a condemnation. However, she had developed a taste for sexual gratification young. By the time she was in grade school she had learned to masturbate to orgasm by using the post of her parents bed (until she was caught and told that what she was doing was BAD). Importantly her fist forays into sexual pleasure were with girls, both kissing and hugging. She also recounts, with no regrets, how many times an older friend and she would get together and the teenage girl would asked her perform cunnilingus on her which Heidi did without hesitation.

As such it was our wedding day before I realized her voracious appetite for sex.

On our wedding day I was still a virgin and our first love making turned out to be as much comic as erotic. We had been married at noon near the southern Atlantic coast, as such it was still the middle of the day when we headed out to the beach house Heidi’s cousin had loaned us for our honeymoon. The drive from the reception to the beach was about 2 hours and by the time we were half way there she had her top open and played with her tits as we drove. I had never seen a woman’s breasts in the broad day light like this. In our small car, anyone we passed could have seen her, yet she did not seem to care. I’m sure we got a lot of looks because not only was our car plastered with “JUST MARRIED” I’m sure I was weaving as I played.

When we arrived at our honeymoon rental we had our pick of bedrooms in which to consummate our marriage. We choose a room with a sliding glass door which led to the sort sandy road to the beach (the house was about 100 yards from the beach). I didn’t even occur to ether of us to close the drapes and spoil the tropical view. Well it took her some time to primp for the big event, but eventually she came out in white lingerie and I figured out how to do this thing. Which to a virgin such as I did not come as naturally as I thought it should, I just sorta thought if we lay together it would slide right in, well it didn’t. After several failed attempts on my part she guided her husband’s manhood into her waiting body. Soon thereafter we were in full sweat with our naked bodies making honey on the bed.

The house sat in a manner that the sliding glass door looked down the road not across it, and the sand made it so that one could not hear a car approaching. Just off this same road sat our car still plastered with “Just Married”. All this to say, while we were making our lovemaking debut, we saw a shadow on the wall. It was from a car just moving past the glass door on the sandy road. They were going less than 10 mhp and we could clearly see the man and woman in the frontt seat. We thought they might have seen us, but we weren’t sure and went back to our business. It was about 5 minutes later when they came back up the road VERY slowly. We were on top of the sheets and she was on top of me grinding away. I told her the car was back. She didn’t slow down or cover up. Momentary they came to a stop. She then looked to her right directly at the middle aged couple in the car. I could see the woman saying smiling and quickly they took off and didn’t come back. We have laughed many times knowing this couple came back to get a good look at the newlyweds making love (of course if we were them we would do the same).

Well that week I learned that Heidi could not get enough sex, and she liked variety. We made love in the bed, floor, couch and kitchen counter. And never once did we shut any of the curtains facing that road.

Unfortunately since we were married in the fall we did not make love on the beach.

Over the next few years I was in graduate school at another conservative Christian University, so our wild sex outings were limited to rest areas when we travel and occasional parking lot sex in the area. One of the more memorable was one evening she wanted to go for a drive and make love in the car. After 30 minutes of driving , we ended up only about 10 blocks from our house. We parked on a side road and began to make out, after a while wanted more room to maneuver. We tried the back of our Mercury Tracer wagon, but were still cramped. So we opened the hatch and she stood on the ground and leaned into the car so I could enter her from behind. It was just before dusk, she was completely unclothed and I had my pants at my knees banging her as hard as I could. I realized if people from any of the 4 or 5 houses nearby looked out the window they would have quite a sight. We knew this was not California and didn’t want to be arrested, so I hurried to finish in short order and we got out of there.

Another place we found for erotic adventure was at my job during our second year of marriage. I worked as night guard at a 9 story downtown bank building. Often Heidi would stop by and tease me, but we were not alone, there was a night cleaning crew of about 10 people, a 24 hour radio station on the 7^th floor, plus any executives who stayed late.

One night she was particularly frisky. She came with me on my rounds and as we walked she began to tease me. She would grab my rear and make lewd comments. I literally dragged her into the elevator and I put the car on hold. We began to kiss passionately. I pulled off her clothes with abandon and we made love for a good half an hour (which was way too long while I was on the job). It was great not because we were in a public elevator completely nude making love, but because the ceiling was a mirror, so we got to watch the whole thing.

Over the next couple of years we spiced up our lives with occasional semi-public lovemaking. I say semi-public because one time when Gin was about 3 months along we had gone to a local lake and walked along the shore for some time before I attacked her. We made love, no we fucked because it was not comfortable enough to make love. Well she knelt down and gave me a fast but awesome blow job right on the shore about 1:00 in the afternoon with a good half dozen fishing boats in sight. When she has sucked for about 10 minutes she stood up dropped her jeans and bent over a large rock so I could rock her from behind. Sex in public places is intense but it never lasts to long, and in less than ten minutes we were heading back to the car.