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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 he deserved 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. We had never tried, or even
discussed, oral sex or anything else for that matter.
Duane's 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, Jason,
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, Jason 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 Jason 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,
Jason seduced me and we began having sex every day.
Soon after we started, Jason 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, Jason 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 all), 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.
Jason 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 Jason
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, Jason 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 Jason at his friend's
apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me where Jason was and why he
wasn't home. But the real reason was, I now needed my constant sex, and I
especially needed Jason to suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone,
I pleaded with Jason to come back and he didn't agree until I told him I ted me
to do.
Jason returned in two days, and after about a week, our routine was back
to normal. The following weekend, Duane was out of town, and Jason 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, Jason
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. Jason
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 Jason 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 Jason 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.
Jason 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. Jason 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. Jason 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 Jason 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 Jason, lying on the bed. Jason
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. Jason 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, not counting what I did with Jason
and Mark!
Towards the end of the semester, Jason 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 eleven total strangers (not counting Mark!). Every
time I refused, Jason 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 Jason wasn't home!
Last week, at the end of the semester, Jason 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 Jason, 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 Jason, 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 Jason's urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous sex,
until all ten men were exhausted, and I couldn't get them aroused any more.
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 oral sex with Duane, but he
says it just doesn't sound "proper" or "polite." In fact, he said it was
"perverted."
......
I know I'm on a wild ride with Jason 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, Jason 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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(C) J. BOSWELL, September 1990
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