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Straight Male / 44
My Wife
We were walking home from school. She lived a couple of houses down and we were in the eighth grade. She asked me why boys bent over when they were hit down there. I found myself trying to explain the anatomy of balls and the pain if hurt there. She said if she hot hit there it would be like hitting her arm.
When we approached her house she told me her mom was out, she was at the dentist. Maybe I wanted to keep her company until her mom got home. After getting me a glass of water she told me she had never seen a boy, would I show her my boy thing. We went to her room and I lowered my pants and she examined me, with her eyes and her fingers. Then a kiss on the tip.
She stood and lowered her pants and panties and for the first time in my life I saw a pussy, she took my fingers in her hand and touched my hand to her pussy. I went into an immediate erection, she laid on the bed kicking her panties off and opening her legs, grabbing my hard erection she asked me to get on her and be her boyfriend.
The inside of her vagina was slick and warm, she kept bucking with her hips, I instinctively started to hump in and out. When I reached ejaculation I just went off, never warning her. It was over, she was loaded with my sperm. She knew the significance of her situation. In a minute she was deathly worried, her fright on her face, yelling at me for what I had done.
Two months went by, then she expelled the fetus in a miscarriage. She came to my house, she cried and cried, there were no words to calm her. Finally somehow my mother calmed her down and got her to tell her what was wrong. Between concern and relief my mother brought her to the point where she was rational and agreed to have her mother come over.
I got the blame, she was the injured party. We were put under a curfew, visitations chaperoned, my responsibilities for her and of her increased, she had me for Sunday dinner after church, she spent afternoons and evenings at my house when her mother was out, we had permission to hold hands, but no more. There was no need for going steady, dating, boyfriend girlfriend, we were way beyond that.
Our one and only intercourse had to last until we got married in our second year of college.
When we approached her house she told me her mom was out, she was at the dentist. Maybe I wanted to keep her company until her mom got home. After getting me a glass of water she told me she had never seen a boy, would I show her my boy thing. We went to her room and I lowered my pants and she examined me, with her eyes and her fingers. Then a kiss on the tip.
She stood and lowered her pants and panties and for the first time in my life I saw a pussy, she took my fingers in her hand and touched my hand to her pussy. I went into an immediate erection, she laid on the bed kicking her panties off and opening her legs, grabbing my hard erection she asked me to get on her and be her boyfriend.
The inside of her vagina was slick and warm, she kept bucking with her hips, I instinctively started to hump in and out. When I reached ejaculation I just went off, never warning her. It was over, she was loaded with my sperm. She knew the significance of her situation. In a minute she was deathly worried, her fright on her face, yelling at me for what I had done.
Two months went by, then she expelled the fetus in a miscarriage. She came to my house, she cried and cried, there were no words to calm her. Finally somehow my mother calmed her down and got her to tell her what was wrong. Between concern and relief my mother brought her to the point where she was rational and agreed to have her mother come over.
I got the blame, she was the injured party. We were put under a curfew, visitations chaperoned, my responsibilities for her and of her increased, she had me for Sunday dinner after church, she spent afternoons and evenings at my house when her mother was out, we had permission to hold hands, but no more. There was no need for going steady, dating, boyfriend girlfriend, we were way beyond that.
Our one and only intercourse had to last until we got married in our second year of college.
