The Summerhouse - Anne's Story - Sex Stories

The Summerhouse - Anne's Story

... was possible to share a bed without detection. We would pull our nighties up to our necks and lie there kissing quietly, with our naked pussies and breasts pressed together. Sometimes we even went as far as to slip a finger into the warm wet slit between each other's labia, and stroke each other's clits until we came. This was very nice, and I enjoyed my climaxes, but at the time I started college I had never had intercourse with a man, and I had no idea how wonderful it would feel to have a real live cock in my pussy. Bill and I met during my first year at university. He was nearly six years older than me, and in the process of completing his PhD thesis. We met at a party, and I was bowled over by his sophistication and charm. We started going out together a few days later, but unlike all the other men I had known, he did not force himself on me, or act like sex was payment for inviting me out. It was only when we had been going out together for a couple of months that our hugging and kissing took us beyond caring, and we went to bed together. I discovered then that Bill was very much more knowledgeable about sex than I was. He had read Masters and Johnson as part of his research into the neurophysiological basis of human behaviour, and I found a copy of Alex Comfort’s book 'The Joy of Sex' on his bookshelves, with its daring drawings of couples making love. From the start Bill was a gentle and caring lover. When we made love he would spend a long time in foreplay, arousing ...

... me to extremes of lust that had me trembling and moaning, and I would typically have a couple of orgasms even before he even penetrated me. This was so new to me that I wondered if it was a regular part of lovemaking. I don't know who taught Bill about oral stimulation of a woman's pussy and clitoris, but he was an expert in the art of giving pleasure with his lips and tongue. Even though I pressed him he would not tell me where he had learned his wonderful skills, and it remains a secret to this day, forty years later. We got married less than a year after we had first met, and by the time I had completed my studies, Gemma was already on the way, so I didn't actually start a career until both our children were at secondary school. Bill and I were faithful to each other for the first seventeen years of our married life, and although we made love less often after the first couple of years, we never felt that sex was stale or mechanical. So when we started swinging, it was not because we needed to spice up an inadequate relationship, but rather saw it as enhancing what we had always enjoyed, to our mutual joy and pleasure. Swinging was fun, and I enjoyed the variety of partners, and previously untried and exciting sexual practises, although none of the men with whom I was intimate were as skilled or sensitive as Bill. Afterwards, however, when we were at home in our own bed, and lovingly recalling our evening of sexual play with our other partners, we would always re-consummate ...