Wendy' Choice - Sex Stories

Wendy' Choice

... his car as he opened the door for her, then sat there looking puzzled as he walked around and got in the driver's seat. “I'm spending the night at your house?”

He smiled at her gently and started the car. “You don't mind, do you?”

“I don't know.” she admitted. “Nobody has ever taken me to their home without inviting me first.”

“There's a first time for everything.” he smiled at her. “Will this be the first time you have given yourself to a man willingly? I am inviting to my bed; not just my home.”

“This will be my first time in a bed.” she said, blushing. “I've never shared a man's bed before. I got pregnant in the back seat of a car.”

He looked at her as she looked down, blushing.

“I marry you.” he said solemnly. “I marry you. I marry you.”

She smiled at him, and repeated his words, taking both his hands in hers. “I marry you, I marry you, I marry you.” She looked at him. “In the oldest cultures we know about, that is the ceremony for marriage. It is done between to people alone, because that marriage is between those two people and nobody else.”

“I know.” he smiled. “Wife.”

Her smile faltered. “Are you taking me home to enjoy your marital rights?”

He grinned even more broadly. “You guessed it!”

She swallowed nervously. “I hope you're not disappointed.” she said softly.

“Get naked once we're in the house, and I'll let you know. Wife.” he smiled.

“As you command, husband.” she said, meeting his eyes with a hesitant smile.

“Tell me ...

... the truth, wife...” he said. “Have you ever had one in your mouth? Have you ever tasted a man's seed?”

“Oh my God!” she whispered, then shook her head. “I've never even seen one.” she admitted. “When Miranda was conceived, he just pulled my dress up and shoved it inside me, then kicked me out of his car when he was done.”

“Well, that's not what I'm going to do.” he told her. “You're going to see mine, up close and VERY intimately.”

“In my mouth?” she asked, sounding curious and frightened, both at the same time.

He smiled and nodded, and she returned his smile nervously. “Is it okay? I've never done it before, and I've heard from some of my friends that it's a little gross, especially the end part, where you finish and expect me to swallow your stuff.”

He smiled at her. “None of your friends liked it? Not one?”

“Well, one of them liked it. She liked it a lot, I guess. She even liked swallowing the stuff that ends the whole experience, too.” she told him, looking down shyly and breaking their connection.

“Well, I would like it better if you liked it, too.” he told her, and she made up her mind to like it, no matter what. She really wanted this to work out with him because she could tell in her heart that he was kind.

They pulled into his driveway, so he shut the car off, then hurried around to open her door for her and took her hand, helping her out.

“Thank you.” she said, flattered, and got out of the car. “Such a gentleman!”

“You haven't seen ...