We lived in LA and were married in Vegas. As we started our drive home, after fucking like crazy on our one night honeymoon, I asked her about her previous lovers. This Q&A lasted until we got home - 4 hours.

At the time I just thought I was geeky. I thought she was fantastic - but I came too realize my thinking was blurred by three months of mind-numbing sex.

As I look back I think I was probably quite handsome and (hopefully without sounding too egotistical) I think I was out of her league. She had a great body. Long legs. Perky ass. Nice round boobs. A tight cunt that could milk me dry. She just wasn’t very pretty.

In high school her sister, a jock, wasn’t great looking - but she was promiscuous. My wife was bookish and never went on a date.

My wife went to Keuka, a small girls college in the Finger Lakes near Cornell. Ivy League guys used the Keuka girls to fuck - but never to marry. My wife, now away at college and free of her New England parents, held nothing back.

She lost her virginity to a Cornell man wearing a Speedo sailing a Hobie Cat. She looked great in a bikini - so he asked her if she wanted to ride. Off she went, as deemed to lose her virginity as he was to fuck her.

It was a hot late September day but the water was cold. The spray got her wet fairly quickly. He told her to take off her top. She complied. His Speedo couldn’t hold his erection so off it came. She reciprocated by shedding her bottom. Her pussy was covered with a lovely brunette bush, neatly groomed to be bikini safe.

He needed to stop sailing. He took her to a small beach with the remains of a campfire (no doubt his fire from other sailings with other passengers). He lit it quickly and put a large towel down on the sand. They lay side by side. He encouraged her to stroke his cock. Showed her the underside of the glans and asked her to gently lick it. She’d never seen an erect one before.

He then took her on a guided trip through her vulva. She’d never masturbated and didn’t really know what she’d find between her own legs. This was the late 1960’s.

Her clit was hugely sensitive. He decided to move slowly to her cunt. He fingered the opening and gently explored the portal. No sign of a hymen. I’m sure he was relieved. I’m also sure she was dripping wet.

He was a Cornell man so he politely asked if he could fuck her. She said yes. He kneeled above her and opened her legs a bit more and brought her knees up. He waited - I’m sure he marveled at the young body he was about to change forever. She told me he wanted her to really see his cock - and to not be afraid of it.

And then he leaned forward on top of her and kissed her. It was their first kiss. It was her first kiss. She knew about kisses from talking with her sister. She knew to part her lips.

She felt one of his hands near her pussy. Felt his cock moving about. And then, as they were kissing, she felt his cock slowly slide into her virgin cunt. She’d never even worn tampons before.

She moaned. It hurt.

He didn’t go in too far. Fucked her shallow. Stayed near her portal. He was a chatty guy - wheras I’m too intent when I fuck to do much talking. He asked her how she was feeling. Told her how nice she felt. How tight her cunt was. How he was happy to be her first.

As his thrusts gradually grew deeper he pushed himself up off her body. Their only point of contact was now his cock and her cunt.

She watched him. He asked her to look down. She looked between her boobs and saw his cock, wet, doing its work.

She could feel it was fully inside her. Her pain had subsided - or she didn’t care. He was moaning now, as the pace quickened. And then he stopped, fully buried inside her. And she felt his cock pulsate. And felt an incredible warmth.

At this point I should mention she was an English major. The words above are mostly her words, seared into my memory through multiple retellings. This story always manes me hard. I’m hard now.

When he finally pulled out he went down on her - stopping to bring some of his cum up to her mouth. She licked his fingers.

“Salty,” she thought.

Her clit was tender before they fucked. She couldn’t even stand gentle flicks by his tongue now. He gave up trying to make her cum. She wouldn’t cum until a decade later when we got our first vibrator.

They lay on the towel looking at each other, talking. The campfire was pretty warm now.

He encouraged her to again play with his dick. She liked exploring - and now played with his balls. He had to ask her to be gentle.

It idn’t take long for her to awaken his cock. She thought it was done for the day. Although her cunt was sore, she liked the validation she felt from being desired.

He asked if she wanted to fuck again. She did. Same or different position? Different. Did she want to ride him? She wasn’t confident enough to do that.

He asked her to get on her knees and he did so as well. He was facing the water, she was facing the trees. They kissed, and he then asked her to rotate around and bend over.

She obliged, and in seconds she felt him inside her again. With her face on the towel she didn’t see what he saw. Another Hobie cat was silently slipping into their little bay. He waved at his classmate.

This time he pulled out and shot his load up her back. She was surprised to hear clapping - as the other boat came ashore. She recognized her classmate - another Keuka freshman. The other couple were still in their bathing suits.

She rushed to put on hers. Her guy, fresh from fucking her, pranced about in the nude before putting his Speedo back on. They chatted with the other couple for a few minutes before leaving the new arrivals with the beach and campfire. It must have been an unwritten rule among the Men of Cornell. A set script to follow.

My wife and her (now) lover went back to the marina. Said they’d see each other soon. There were no cell phones so no numbers to exchange. She was keen for more validation from more men.

They never saw each other again.