We were married at 19, very naïve, and she’d never lived off the ranch, seriously, never really been anywhere but rural Colorado and rural Missouri so the San Francisco metroplex was a shock to say the least, Vallejo and the Naval shipyard were a very, very rude experience to my young bride. We’d been married maybe three or four months when this occurred and had both passed 20 years old, barely. I was in the service and going to an advanced school and was required to attend night school to keep the grades up, so I was getting hope late in the evening.

Because of where we lived (literally next door to the Greyhound bus station) and the dangers associated with living there ( four Marines were mugged and beaten in the ally behind our apartment) my wife seldom ventured out of the apartment alone. Our entertainment in those days was an 11” black and white tv, my Heathkit ‘stereo’ and each other, the latter was my favorite.

We’d been to a couple of adult films, more soft core and in strip mall theaters, no overt activity going on in them, more of a date type movie that happened to have a lot of T&A in it. I would occasionally pick up a porn paper and bring it home, but we were still quite naïve and conventional. In those days, the wife was about 5’5” or so, about 100-105#, no tits but a killer ass and legs, me, well not that anyone cares but I still had hair and was a whole lot lighter.

On this memorable evening I arrived home from night school and was absolutely beat, I saw the lights go out as I pulled into the parking area in the alley behind and headed up to the apartment ( It was one of three in a converted, dilapidated, Victorian house). Hearing no TV or radio and seeing only a faint glow, I assumed she was asleep already. Somewhat relieved by that assumption, I slipped into the house and started taking off my shoes and peeling out of my uniform. As I was unbuttoning my shirt I saw her glide into the room with a radiant smile and a very sultry ‘Hi sailor’ as she started to help me with the buttons I could no longer understand.

She was wearing her sexiest lingerie (in those days) which consisted of a long black gown which hugged her curves like a second skin yet flowed with her as she moved. She told me she had a surprise for me and that she’d been thinking of me all day as she continued to peel me down. Once I was stripped, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom which was dark save the illumination of every candle we owned (maybe a dozen) and which was warm and humid with a steamy bubble bath already drawn. She led me to the tub and said simply ‘get in’.

As I slid into the hot, scented, bubbles she told me to relax and close my eyes as she knelt beside the tub and began to wash and caress my legs, then my arms, my face, my torso and finally my cock and balls. I couldn’t really reach her, at least none of her key spots, my fingers stroked her thigh but not far above the knee, her gown prevented that, her ass but only with effort which she wouldn’t allow and only through the damned gown! Of course I was rock hard from the ‘Hi sailor’ and nothing had diminished that one iota! (In fact I think we were well into our 30s before she ever knew my cock was ever not hard!). And of course she insisted that my eyes remained closed as well.

As she continued to wash and caress, she talked to me in a soft, very sexy voice, nothing overt but very sensual. “let’s see, we’ve had something for each of your senses, the incense and my perfume for your sense of smell, the music for hearing, I took extra care to look nice for you and I’ve tried to give you nice feelings, what else is there?” she asked. As she said that I could tell she was shifting from the floor next to the tub but wasn’t sure what was up, besides me.

She kissed me deeply and as the kiss broke she again reminded me to keep my eyes closed, this time she added ‘open your mouth and stick out your tongue so you may taste something I think you’ll like, but you have to keep you eyes closed’. With her breath still on my face, I opened and slid my tongue out, nearly as hard as my cock. It shouldn’t have been a surprise I suppose but it was one of the best as her pubes slid over my nose and onto my tongue which was soon bathed in her incredible juice. With her clit rubbing my nose and my tongue buried in her pussy she groaned deeply and almost fell. My hands slid up her legs and under her gown, now sopping wet, to hold a cheek in each hand and gently open her cunt to my mouth. I instantly became more aggressive, groaned, and began devouring her pussy. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face into her as she went wild in her first orgasm.

Water was going every where as she fucked my face aggressively, her gown still on but soaked and spilling over my head and helping her to hold me to her as she shivered through a series of aftershocks and wonton humping as she came down from her first orgasm. Soon, to soon, she lifted the gown from my head and unsteadily backed away from my mouth, holding both hands which she had pried from that awesome ass of hers, she drew me from the tub and lay back on the wet floor, she smiled, hitched up the gown and reached for me, pulling me down and into her. My cock was incredibly hard, bigger then ever, and absolutely straining to explode. She never felt better, never hotter, smoother, wetter, never better than the instant the head of my cock eased into her. She groaned deeply, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me to her chest as her legs, those spectacular legs, encircled my waist and forced me deep within her.

She whispered in my ear as she was tonguing it and kissing my pussy flavored face ‘tell me before you cum’ and began to writhe uncontrollably beneath me as I tried to fuck her. We were both humping and groaning and kissing, it was beyond intense, we were as close to one being as two can ever be at that moment and both of us were desperate for more of the other. She came again which was one of her incredibly intense, goes rigid as a board, pussy nearly shears off my cock orgasms, accompanied by the deepest most indistinguishable utterance I’ve heard before or sense, from her. I thought she was hurt at first and was starting to get scared, she turned the brightest pink over her whole body and her face was crimson with the strain. As her breathing resumed and she started to go limp she grabbed my ass in both hands and started urging me to resume stroking into her, she again pulled me to her are reminded me to tell her before I came. Now the fucking became more normal, I fucked her as she held me tightly, I pulled up the my knees and pounded her, I flipped her to her knees and took her doggy style. I’d like to claim this lasted hours but we probably weren’t on the floor 15 minutes when I knew I was a goner, I told her I was cumming. With a speed I didn’t know she had, she reached back, grabbed my cock hard at the base, bowled me over to my back and fell upon my cock with her mouth. We went from this intense fucking of her to a 69 where she was clearly in control in a microsecond it seemed. She had never taken my cock so deeply in her mouth and she sure as hell had never taken my in her mouth as I was cumming! Once she had me where she wanted me, she released her grip on my cock, gave a few rapid tugs and I was shooting buckets and seeing stars! She grunted and swallowed, stroked and swallowed and rubbed her soaking gown covered body all over mine. All to soon her sucking started to become painful and I flinched. With that she reversed again and lay lengthwise on top of me, beaming and said ‘I did it! I can’t believe it, I really did it! With that she kissed me deeply and still beaming she asked ‘did you like it? Did I do it OK?’ We kissed a whole lot more as we tapered down, both spent but she, curiously charged from her first load of cum in her mouth.

We lay there soaking wet and spent until we started to get cold then let the now cold and bubble-less pink water out of the tub, mopped up the floor and climbed into a hot shower. As we got out of the shower I heard a timid knocking at our door, I cautiously peered out through the window to see a girl, about our own age standing there, looking quite scared. I opened the door and she explained that her husband was at night school and she was home alone doing dishes when all of this scented (she may have referred to it as 'funny smelling') pinkish water started to come up from her sink drain!! Did we know if it was safe to be there, should she call the cops and if so did we have a phone as they didn’t (neither did we, we had to go to the Bus Station). I assured her it was safe and that it would probably recede soon, just wash out the sink. Meanwhile my wife was in the bedroom trying hard not to howl. As I asked her to come in to wait for her husband, he pulled up and parked and she excused herself and went to tell him about the pink water in the sink…

Although we’re still married, I sure do miss THAT wife….