My Name is Michael Carter. My wife of twenty years is Janice Carter. This is a true
story as best I can tell it.
I married my high school sweetheart, Janice, one month after we graduated from high
school. Until the night after our wedding ceremony, Janice stayed a virgin. Oh sure we
played around and got close several times while dating, but Janice always put the brakes
on just in time to send me home with a raging case of blue balls. We often got naked and
did everything except actual fucking.
Until we said ‘I do’, she wouldn’t say yes. I didn’t even get to put my dick head
in her. She would hold it and stroke it a little bit, and sometimes kiss the tip of my
dick. Sometimes she would let me have a quick lick of her pussy, but that was it; never
farther than that. For several months, I had a chronic case of lover’s nuts.
After our wedding night, which was a magical night, by the way, we settled down
into marital bliss. I was working for my uncle’s trucking company and Janice went to
business school. A wasted effort I thought at the time. As it turned out it was the best
thing that could have happened to us.
I, being a hard, dedicated worker soon became indispensible to my uncle. After five
years, I was managing the company for good ol’ Unk. One day he announced he wanted to
retire and I was shocked. I didn’t know what I would do if he sold the company.
“I’ll sell the company to you, Mike,” he said. “I know you don’t have enough money
to buy me out-right so you can pay me monthly.” I talked it over with Janice and we
decided we could do it. Unk and I came to an agreement and suddenly I was the man with the
hairy balls. The big boss. The head honcho.
If it hadn’t been for Janice and her business education we would have gone under
the first year. As it turned out, we paid my uncle off in two years instead of the four we
planned on. Hard work and some very long hours paid big dividends.
While the company grew our family didn’t grow at all. We fucked all over the house
any and every time we had a few minutes, but Janice couldn’t conceive for some obscure
reason. That was a blow because I envisioned changing the sign and logos from Carter
Trucking to Carter and Sons Trucking Company. After moping around for a few weeks, Janice
and I came to terms with the problem and adjusted. Life went on.
The trucking company grew at a nice even pace. We managed to stay out of long-term
debt mainly due to Janice’s smarts. She worked just as long and as hard as I did. My uncle
had been content to stay local, but I wanted to grow. With the purchase of two newer
trucks, we went statewide and then became agents for a nation-wide trucking company.
One of Janice’s hard and fast rules was no long-term debt so we always bought good
used trucks and paid them off quickly. It was ten years before we bought the first new
truck. The company grew and we prospered.
On the home front, things were just as great. Janice, from wedding night on, proved
to be a sexual whirlwind. She was ready or ready to get ready for sex at any time.
Whirlwind? I should have said sexual cyclone.
For nineteen years, Janice was the very model of a modest proper lady everywhere
outside our house. She never wore provocative clothing and it was almost as if she didn’t
want any skin exposed to anyone…except me and that had to happen in private. It reminds
me of that country song. When she gets behind closed doors, then she lets her hair hang
down. That was my Janice.
I should attempt to describe Janice. As a teen-age girl she was beautiful. Yeah, I
know boyfriends and husbands are supposed to think that, but it is nothing less than a
fact about Janice. Drop dead gorgeous was what some boys, and later men, said.
Janice got prettier as she matured. I got older, but she got better. Her youthful
34C boobs grew into a great rack of 36D. Of course, she got a tiny bit thick around her
middle and of course her boobs sag a little. Tits that big have to sag unless they have
been enhanced and Janice is all-natural. Her breast don’t fall to her waist and even with
a few pounds extra she still has curves and she still looks damned good.
Behind our closed door there was nothing she wouldn’t do. We had played at oral sex
before we got married and soon afterward, we got serious about it. Janice was and is a
natural cock-sucker. She loves to suck my cock and can actually have an orgasm from
sucking me. Janice also loves for me to go down on her and I have spent many happy hours
with my head between her legs.
When I cautiously suggested anal sex, she quickly got on her knees and spread her
ass cheeks for me. That, like everything else, she loved. Anal sex, like almost
everything, would cause her to climax. Janice was hot, Hot, HOT!
Once she found a belly dancing instruction tape at a garage sale and she spent a
lot of time practicing the dance. At first she wore a cut-off tee shirt and shorts until
she found a cheap little outfit in a second hand store. It was actually just a bikini with
some gauzy material. I asked her to dance for me topless and she did. When I asked her to
dance nude she did. Nude except for a string of tiny bells around her waist. I suggested
it would be sexy if she had bells on her nipples and she manufactured a set of nipple
bells. Sometimes at the office, under her ultra-conservative clothing, she would wear the
nipple bells. When no one was around, she would bounce her big tits and make the little
bells ring and we would laugh at our little secret.
I guess we had been married about ten years when I introduced some X-rated movies.
I’ve read that there are only two kinds of people when it comes to pron. They hate it or
they love it. Janice took one look and loved the porn. Usually when we were watching a
fuck flick Janice would become the aggressor and that was always a nice change.
Over the years there were many changes in our lives. When the company started to do
well we moved from our little “starter home” to a nicer one in a better neighborhood.
Starter-home is real estate talk for little run-down shack in case you didn’t know. We no
longer drove a single old clunker, but we now each had a new vehicle to drive. The most
important change was the fact we had money in the bank and some investments. Having a nest
egg takes a lot of pressure off anyone and we were no exception.
As I said, Janice and I had been married for twenty years and for nineteen of them
she was considered by most of the people who worked for us a cold fish. Miss Cool, and I
overheard some of the dockworkers calling her Frosty the snow woman.
I noticed a change in Janice about a year ago. At first it wasn’t anything major.
Just little things. The day she wore a pair of shorts to the office was the first big
deal. Her long smooth sun-tanned legs looked great and it was the first time anyone there
had gotten a look at them. A few weeks after the shorts she wore a blouse to work that was
super-sexy. Not see through exactly, but close and she displayed a lot of cleavage and
Janice has a lot of cleavage.
A few weeks after the blouse incident, we went out to dinner and she shocked me by
wearing a new cocktail dress that had a plunging neckline. I mean really plunging. It was
obvious to anyone looking that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And a lot of people looked
including me.
Another unusual thing happened a few nights later. We had watched a hot fuck movie
and Janice was hot and rearing to go.
“Mike, fuck me,” she said aloud. I know my mouth dropped open. To my knowledge, she
had never ever said that nasty word. I used it all the time. Fuck, like shit has so many
applications I have to use them, but not Janice. “Stick that hard cock in my pussy and
fuck me!” she demanded. Well, of course I did as she instructed but I was flabbergasted
that she not only used the F word, but cock and pussy also. My sweet little wife was
becoming quite the potty-mouth and I loved it.
Over the next few months, I noticed these and other changes, but I didn’t comment
on them. I just accepted them and watched to see what would happen next. What happened
next nearly knocked my socks off.
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