15-12-2022, 02:07 PM
And then, that animal instinct took hold again. Without realizing, I jumped off the bed and lunged at her, my erection forming a tent in my pants. It was such a rush of adrenaline and testosterone that the memories of what happened next are a little hazy. But here's what I remember. I took her in my embrace, and she didn't resist. I vaguely remember struggling to unhook her bra again. It took a couple of months until I was able to do it instantly. I played with her boobs for a while, with my hands and my mouth.
Then I pushed her on the bed and started taking my clothes off. I still remember the mostly amused look on her face as she watched me hurriedly undress, laid there naked except for her panties. I got completely naked and jumped on the bed next to her. My hand reached for her panties and grabbed the waistband.
"Ready?" I heard myself ask.
She nodded and smiled.
And I yanked. She pushed her legs together and raised them to allow me to slip the panties off and get her completely naked. I paused for a second as I noticed that her pussy was completely shaved, like in porn movies. Randomly I wondered how often she shaved it. But only for a nanosecond. The animal in me had taken over. I grabbed her knees and parted them. Then getting on top of her, I thrust my hard dick at her vagina. It didn't go in right away. There were a few misses. I had to take one hand off her knee and guide it in.
And it happened. The first time I felt the warm wet embrace of a woman's cunt around my cock. I sighed and so did she as the penetration took place.
I'd like to tell you that it was an epic and steamy experience that replayed many positions recommended by the kama sutra. But it wasn't. I mean, of course, it felt great. But it didn't last too long. I had been so busy with all the motel work and the transition that I hadn't even masturbated in over a week. So it took maybe 45 seconds of thrusting and before I knew it, my dam burst. And my semen flooded her insides.
She looked a little surprised at how quickly I came. But didn't say anything, and soon her face wore the usual inert expression. I stayed hunched over her, my dick contracting inside her, staring at her huge tits. Our faces were just a few feet away. Instinctively, I bent down to kiss her. Our first kiss. She realized a little too late what I was trying to do, so initially, just our teeth met. Then she puckered her lips. I kissed her as best as I could for a few seconds.
Then I jumped off the bed. Looked back at her. She was still on her back in all her naked glory, my jizz between her legs. I somehow felt like I owed her an explanation. So I started yammering.
"It's just....you know....first time. And all this work. Plus the heat. And you are....so very pretty. And warm. I mean....hot. Next time....it'll last longer. Yes. Definitely."
I stopped that stream of weird phrases and turned around to go to the bathroom.
"Ok." that's all she said.
As I got settled into married life and time went by, the sex got better too. With each experience I was learning newer things, trying newer things, and also lasting longer. But somehow, it always seemed to me like Apara was just going through the motions. She never seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. Her face usually had that same neutral expression as always, not the looks of ecstasy or delight you see in porn. And that kept my self-doubt and nervousness about sex going. I was worried I wasn't satisfying her the way I should. And with that strange night in room 106, I was wondering if she was seeking that satisfaction elsewhere. Especially because although in the initial days, she was always ready if I initiated sex, in recent months she had often started giving excuses like headache or exhaustion or cramps.
Of course, maybe she really was just exhausted. Running the motel was a very demanding full time job. And the nature of the work meant we spent a lot of time away from each other even within the same motel building. I would mainly be spending time at the front desk and the attached hotel while she was in the back taking care of the rooms, laundry, or cooking for us. We rarely had lunch or dinner at the same time. While I ate, she sat at the front desk, and vice versa. And most of our conversations and interactions were about the motel. There was very little personal bonding happening. We were less like a married couple emotionally attached to each other, and more like business associates who lived in the same apartment and occasionally had sex.
So now that I have laid out the background picture, you can understand why I was so bothered by the suspicions that had arisen.
Then I pushed her on the bed and started taking my clothes off. I still remember the mostly amused look on her face as she watched me hurriedly undress, laid there naked except for her panties. I got completely naked and jumped on the bed next to her. My hand reached for her panties and grabbed the waistband.
"Ready?" I heard myself ask.
She nodded and smiled.
And I yanked. She pushed her legs together and raised them to allow me to slip the panties off and get her completely naked. I paused for a second as I noticed that her pussy was completely shaved, like in porn movies. Randomly I wondered how often she shaved it. But only for a nanosecond. The animal in me had taken over. I grabbed her knees and parted them. Then getting on top of her, I thrust my hard dick at her vagina. It didn't go in right away. There were a few misses. I had to take one hand off her knee and guide it in.
And it happened. The first time I felt the warm wet embrace of a woman's cunt around my cock. I sighed and so did she as the penetration took place.
I'd like to tell you that it was an epic and steamy experience that replayed many positions recommended by the kama sutra. But it wasn't. I mean, of course, it felt great. But it didn't last too long. I had been so busy with all the motel work and the transition that I hadn't even masturbated in over a week. So it took maybe 45 seconds of thrusting and before I knew it, my dam burst. And my semen flooded her insides.
She looked a little surprised at how quickly I came. But didn't say anything, and soon her face wore the usual inert expression. I stayed hunched over her, my dick contracting inside her, staring at her huge tits. Our faces were just a few feet away. Instinctively, I bent down to kiss her. Our first kiss. She realized a little too late what I was trying to do, so initially, just our teeth met. Then she puckered her lips. I kissed her as best as I could for a few seconds.
Then I jumped off the bed. Looked back at her. She was still on her back in all her naked glory, my jizz between her legs. I somehow felt like I owed her an explanation. So I started yammering.
"It's just....you know....first time. And all this work. Plus the heat. And you are....so very pretty. And warm. I mean....hot. Next time....it'll last longer. Yes. Definitely."
I stopped that stream of weird phrases and turned around to go to the bathroom.
"Ok." that's all she said.
As I got settled into married life and time went by, the sex got better too. With each experience I was learning newer things, trying newer things, and also lasting longer. But somehow, it always seemed to me like Apara was just going through the motions. She never seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. Her face usually had that same neutral expression as always, not the looks of ecstasy or delight you see in porn. And that kept my self-doubt and nervousness about sex going. I was worried I wasn't satisfying her the way I should. And with that strange night in room 106, I was wondering if she was seeking that satisfaction elsewhere. Especially because although in the initial days, she was always ready if I initiated sex, in recent months she had often started giving excuses like headache or exhaustion or cramps.
Of course, maybe she really was just exhausted. Running the motel was a very demanding full time job. And the nature of the work meant we spent a lot of time away from each other even within the same motel building. I would mainly be spending time at the front desk and the attached hotel while she was in the back taking care of the rooms, laundry, or cooking for us. We rarely had lunch or dinner at the same time. While I ate, she sat at the front desk, and vice versa. And most of our conversations and interactions were about the motel. There was very little personal bonding happening. We were less like a married couple emotionally attached to each other, and more like business associates who lived in the same apartment and occasionally had sex.
So now that I have laid out the background picture, you can understand why I was so bothered by the suspicions that had arisen.
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