OK. A bit about my wife. First, she is the most beautiful woman on the planet – to me. I always read in these stories how every woman is always the most beautiful woman on the planet, and I wonder how there can be more than one of them. I’m not gonna lie to you. She may be only above average in looks to you, but she is a Goddess to me. Different viewpoints and different strokes. She is 5-feet, 6-inches tall, wavy copper/bronze hair to the middle of her back, emerald green eyes, 34D breasts, slim waist with a flat tummy, slightly wide 40-inch hips with an ass to die for. Her legs are long, lean, toned, and tan. Her face has a slim nose, high cheekbones, dimples when she smiles, full bowtie kissable lips, and a proud chin that isn’t too prominent.
So, how did we meet? I was working at the lumber yard one afternoon when she came in. She needed a couple of boards to put up some shelving in her new apartment. I just happened to be lucky enough to be near the salesman when he rang up her order and volunteered to get the boards. While we were picking out her order, she mentioned that she really wasn’t very handy with tools. Obviously, I offered to come over after work and install the shelves for her. My price was that she buys the beer and allow me to by dinner the next evening. Dinner rolled over into dancing afterwards. Sorry guys and gals. Not wild sex here. The ‘date’ ended with just a chaste kiss on the cheek. The truth of the matter was that I was actually terrified of girls.
Perhaps a bit of explanation is due here. When I stole all that money from the cartel, I was a skinny 19-year old, 6-foot 1-inch tall, 110-pound computer nerd. My sex life to that point was non-existent. Since my arrival in Las Vegas, I had a total of three experiences with prostitutes. The first one was rather disappointing. She was standing on Fremont Street. I was horney and picked her up. We did it in the back seat of my car. I ejaculated, but she acted like a robot. My second time was in a brothel in Pahrump. At least she acted like she cared. My third time was also in a brothel in Pahrump. This time, I had the funds I needed. I paid for the whole night and had her really teach me how to please a woman. Now, I was going out with a woman that I liked and wasn’t paying. Would she really think that I was OK if I wasn’t paying her to tell me how great I was?
It wasn’t until the fifth date that we had sex. I took her to the Stratosphere for dinner. From there, we moved to a hot dance club on the strip. After a bottle of expensive wine with dinner and a few drinks at the club between dances over two hours, we ended up back at my house. I thought that she was beautiful before, but she was an absolute goddess out of her clothes. I didn’t even need to ask; the soaked sheets answered my questions about being OK. As long as I made her happy, I was fine.
Apparently ‘Tempest’, the last prostitute I visited, actually taught me well on licking a pussy. She also taught me well on using my cock. I had also spent the previous year working out. That, combined with my job, increased my muscle mass and stamina. I was now a 6-foot, 1-inch tall, 220-pound hunk. Of course, I still saw myself as the 100-pound nerd.
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