This is the sordid story of my relationship with my college girlfriend and, later, wife. The relationship had a ballistic trajectory, peaking with a hot girlfriend/hot wife relationship, then discending into involuntary cuckolding and affairs, followed by a breakup. As the title indicates, we were both young and foolish (as well as foolhardy), but it was quite an experience. In addition to describing the sexual episodes, which are burned into my memory, I'll describe my feelings and motivations, even when I'm not proud of them.
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It was a long time ago (after birth control pills and before HIV was understood) and my memories are imperfect. However, I will tell it as truly as I can, as best I can recall, changing only unimportant details to protect the privacy of those involved.
For all four years of college, I lived in a large, rambling house with a bunch of other students. We managed (or mismanaged) it ourselves. I was a 19 year old sophomore who had never had a girlfriend when I met Kaye, who just moved into the house in the beginning of her freshman year at the age of 17 . I was first struck by her cheerful, friendly manner and her openness. Though desparate for female companionship, I did not overtly pursue her at first. I don't think I really knew how, plus we were going to need to live together even if she wasn't interested, so I wanted to maintain a dignified escape route. But I hung around a lot and we quickly became friends. I developed a crush on her which evolved into a romance after a couple of months.
During the time when we were just friends, she filled me in on the experiments with sex that she was able to indulge now that she was away from home. She didn't seem embarrassed or ashamed about what she was doing. She actually seemed more proud that she was being so adventurous. I didn't get the impression that she thought the sex was so hot, either. She seemed to like the attention more than anything.
I don't remember feeling jealous about these tales. Just amazed that I got to hear about these secret events. I also felt envy, and a hope that I, too, might get laid.
She had one guy who was sort of a fuckbuddy, but he didn't seem to want more than casual sex. She remarked that his cock was "thin", although I'm not sure if that was a complaint. Anyway, while he was interesting, I don't think he rocked her world. Another guy she randomly slept with once. She said he had a fat cock that kind of hurt. From what I learned later, the main problem may have been that she was insufficiently aroused before they had intercourse.
It often happens to me that I am attracted to a woman and, for some reason, think I see something special in her that other guys don't notice. Then, after a short while, it dawns on me that she does, in fact, have a killer body that I only noticed subliminally. Of course, any human with a little testosterone is fully aware of it. I don't know why I'm so dense in this way.
Anyway, that's what happened with Kaye. In addition to her sunny disposition, I finally became consciously aware that perhaps I was being influenced by the fact that she was 5'8'', 115 pounds, and had a 36-25-35 figure, D cup, with a great ass and legs. I, on the other hand, was short, pudgy, near-sighted, and not at all athletic.
Anyway, before too long, we got to be closer. We would lie around making out. I remember feeling thrilled when she said being with me made her feel great.
The moment of truth came after a week or so of making out. It got to be late, and she said: "Would you like to see my pajamas?" Of course, I said "sure". Her pajamas were men's pajamas and not particularly sexy, but the process of changing into them was a revelation. She casually removed her shirt and bra, and unhurriedly put on her pajama top, not acknowledging my gaze. This was the first time I saw her topless. She had a centerfold's body, except that her large, heavy tits hung a bit further down her chest than a typical Playboy model. They were round and had upturned nipples. They could have been a dictionary illustration for "pendulous." I realized that there were real women who liked like those in men's magazines! She put on the pajama bottoms (leaving her panties on) and invited me to join her in bed for the night.
As I kissed her and gently squeezed a breast through her pajama top, she warned me that she was still on her period and we wouldn't be able to fuck -- and that maybe I should lay off the tits or I would get frustrated. I said that I didn't mind a little frustration, and engaged in extended boob worship. I think she made me stop at some point so she could sleep, but I can still recall my fatigue and the ache in my balls the next morning.
Not long after, I finally got my first chance to fuck her (my first chance to have sex with any woman). The experience was not what I expected. In spite of my efforts at foreplay, she wasn't particularly wet. I didn't come, and she certainly didn't. But it was a start. As I recall, the next time was much more enjoyable, for me at least, and after awhile, we were going at it regularly. She didn't come during intercourse and I felt a bit bad about that, but I thought it would work out with a bit more practice, which I was eager to obtain.
We were having sex regularly, I was in love, and I though she was. Then, after a couple of weeks, trauma! I don't remember the details, but I think she went to a party without me and brought another guy home, who spent the night in her room. I found out the next morning. I was devastated! I remember weeping while one of our friends explained to me that she just wasn't as serious as I was, and that she didn't care about this guy she had just met that night.
She seemed to be surprised that I was so upset, and we agreed that we really were a couple. After that point we were monogamous and pretty much inseparable for the next couple of years.
After I calmed down, she told me what happened. She met the guy and he seemed attracted to her, so, what the hell, she just brought him back to her room to fuck. She told me that he "scammed" her by telling her that he was a virgin and needed her to introduce him to sex. She fellated him, then he spent the next 40 minutes (I remember that number for some reason!) trying out every sexual position he could think of, until she started to get tired and told him to "finish up". I don't think he ever contacted her after that, and I don't think either of them cared. I remember feeling envious of how easily he got the great lay with her, but I don't remember it being a special turn-on. However, I think it may have planted some of the seeds for future events.
There were reasons that a girl who looked like her spent her time with an average-looking guy like me. Of course, I believe that I have other charms besides my looks (thank goodness), but I'm not sure she fully appreciated them (many years later, she told me that she often had no clue what I was talking about). What I learned soon after we became an item was that Kaye was not nearly as outgoing as she first seemed. She was very insecure and didn't know how to act around other people. This made her anxious, and she often relied on liquid courage to become more outgoing. She was also very immature in many ways. I think that these insecurities bound her to me, because she sometimes relied on me for emotional support, and to be her ambassador to the outside world -- and sometimes just to tell her what was reasonable behavior. She was also strangely self-centered at times.
Over time, she confided to me about her pre-college sexual experiences. The general theme seemed to be that she was easily talked into doing things that were hot but unwise. She had a horny boyfriend (or maybe just fuckbuddy) who occasionally talked her into having sex in inappropriate places. In fact, another boy saw them having sex in an office where her Dad worked. Perhaps out of jealousy, he told her parents about this, in her presence. In spite of being totally true, the story was so outrageous that Kaye just burst out laughing. Her parents apparently didn't buy it, and the informer slunk off humiliated.
Another story, she was with two guys, one of whom fucked her. His rubber broke, and then one of the guys came up with the perfect remedy: the other one would fuck her so they wouldn't know who got her pregnant. The logic still escapes me, but that's what they did. In another hot incident, Kaye with her boyfriend and his male friend broke into a neighbors house and sat around watching TV for a while. The friend suggested that she and her boyfriend go have sex in the owner's bed, which they did. Then the friend came up, told the boyfriend to watch TV, and had his way with Kaye, also.
I found these stories shocking, but also strangely arousing. I hadn't had experiences like that, so they were interesting. I assumed they were youthful mistakes, and that she had outgrown this behavior.
If you find this worth reading, please post something. I'm not going to waste time writing more of this if no one is enjoying it.
It was a long time ago (after birth control pills and before HIV was understood) and my memories are imperfect. However, I will tell it as truly as I can, as best I can recall, changing only unimportant details to protect the privacy of those involved.
For all four years of college, I lived in a large, rambling house with a bunch of other students. We managed (or mismanaged) it ourselves. I was a 19 year old sophomore who had never had a girlfriend when I met Kaye, who just moved into the house in the beginning of her freshman year at the age of 17 . I was first struck by her cheerful, friendly manner and her openness. Though desparate for female companionship, I did not overtly pursue her at first. I don't think I really knew how, plus we were going to need to live together even if she wasn't interested, so I wanted to maintain a dignified escape route. But I hung around a lot and we quickly became friends. I developed a crush on her which evolved into a romance after a couple of months.
During the time when we were just friends, she filled me in on the experiments with sex that she was able to indulge now that she was away from home. She didn't seem embarrassed or ashamed about what she was doing. She actually seemed more proud that she was being so adventurous. I didn't get the impression that she thought the sex was so hot, either. She seemed to like the attention more than anything.
I don't remember feeling jealous about these tales. Just amazed that I got to hear about these secret events. I also felt envy, and a hope that I, too, might get laid.
She had one guy who was sort of a fuckbuddy, but he didn't seem to want more than casual sex. She remarked that his cock was "thin", although I'm not sure if that was a complaint. Anyway, while he was interesting, I don't think he rocked her world. Another guy she randomly slept with once. She said he had a fat cock that kind of hurt. From what I learned later, the main problem may have been that she was insufficiently aroused before they had intercourse.
It often happens to me that I am attracted to a woman and, for some reason, think I see something special in her that other guys don't notice. Then, after a short while, it dawns on me that she does, in fact, have a killer body that I only noticed subliminally. Of course, any human with a little testosterone is fully aware of it. I don't know why I'm so dense in this way.
Anyway, that's what happened with Kaye. In addition to her sunny disposition, I finally became consciously aware that perhaps I was being influenced by the fact that she was 5'8'', 115 pounds, and had a 36-25-35 figure, D cup, with a great ass and legs. I, on the other hand, was short, pudgy, near-sighted, and not at all athletic.
Anyway, before too long, we got to be closer. We would lie around making out. I remember feeling thrilled when she said being with me made her feel great.
The moment of truth came after a week or so of making out. It got to be late, and she said: "Would you like to see my pajamas?" Of course, I said "sure". Her pajamas were men's pajamas and not particularly sexy, but the process of changing into them was a revelation. She casually removed her shirt and bra, and unhurriedly put on her pajama top, not acknowledging my gaze. This was the first time I saw her topless. She had a centerfold's body, except that her large, heavy tits hung a bit further down her chest than a typical Playboy model. They were round and had upturned nipples. They could have been a dictionary illustration for "pendulous." I realized that there were real women who liked like those in men's magazines! She put on the pajama bottoms (leaving her panties on) and invited me to join her in bed for the night.
As I kissed her and gently squeezed a breast through her pajama top, she warned me that she was still on her period and we wouldn't be able to fuck -- and that maybe I should lay off the tits or I would get frustrated. I said that I didn't mind a little frustration, and engaged in extended boob worship. I think she made me stop at some point so she could sleep, but I can still recall my fatigue and the ache in my balls the next morning.
Not long after, I finally got my first chance to fuck her (my first chance to have sex with any woman). The experience was not what I expected. In spite of my efforts at foreplay, she wasn't particularly wet. I didn't come, and she certainly didn't. But it was a start. As I recall, the next time was much more enjoyable, for me at least, and after awhile, we were going at it regularly. She didn't come during intercourse and I felt a bit bad about that, but I thought it would work out with a bit more practice, which I was eager to obtain.
We were having sex regularly, I was in love, and I though she was. Then, after a couple of weeks, trauma! I don't remember the details, but I think she went to a party without me and brought another guy home, who spent the night in her room. I found out the next morning. I was devastated! I remember weeping while one of our friends explained to me that she just wasn't as serious as I was, and that she didn't care about this guy she had just met that night.
She seemed to be surprised that I was so upset, and we agreed that we really were a couple. After that point we were monogamous and pretty much inseparable for the next couple of years.
After I calmed down, she told me what happened. She met the guy and he seemed attracted to her, so, what the hell, she just brought him back to her room to fuck. She told me that he "scammed" her by telling her that he was a virgin and needed her to introduce him to sex. She fellated him, then he spent the next 40 minutes (I remember that number for some reason!) trying out every sexual position he could think of, until she started to get tired and told him to "finish up". I don't think he ever contacted her after that, and I don't think either of them cared. I remember feeling envious of how easily he got the great lay with her, but I don't remember it being a special turn-on. However, I think it may have planted some of the seeds for future events.
There were reasons that a girl who looked like her spent her time with an average-looking guy like me. Of course, I believe that I have other charms besides my looks (thank goodness), but I'm not sure she fully appreciated them (many years later, she told me that she often had no clue what I was talking about). What I learned soon after we became an item was that Kaye was not nearly as outgoing as she first seemed. She was very insecure and didn't know how to act around other people. This made her anxious, and she often relied on liquid courage to become more outgoing. She was also very immature in many ways. I think that these insecurities bound her to me, because she sometimes relied on me for emotional support, and to be her ambassador to the outside world -- and sometimes just to tell her what was reasonable behavior. She was also strangely self-centered at times.
Over time, she confided to me about her pre-college sexual experiences. The general theme seemed to be that she was easily talked into doing things that were hot but unwise. She had a horny boyfriend (or maybe just fuckbuddy) who occasionally talked her into having sex in inappropriate places. In fact, another boy saw them having sex in an office where her Dad worked. Perhaps out of jealousy, he told her parents about this, in her presence. In spite of being totally true, the story was so outrageous that Kaye just burst out laughing. Her parents apparently didn't buy it, and the informer slunk off humiliated.
Another story, she was with two guys, one of whom fucked her. His rubber broke, and then one of the guys came up with the perfect remedy: the other one would fuck her so they wouldn't know who got her pregnant. The logic still escapes me, but that's what they did. In another hot incident, Kaye with her boyfriend and his male friend broke into a neighbors house and sat around watching TV for a while. The friend suggested that she and her boyfriend go have sex in the owner's bed, which they did. Then the friend came up, told the boyfriend to watch TV, and had his way with Kaye, also.
I found these stories shocking, but also strangely arousing. I hadn't had experiences like that, so they were interesting. I assumed they were youthful mistakes, and that she had outgrown this behavior.
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