My 18-Year Marriage: How We Discovered Love and Lost Our Virginity Together

My husband and I discovered love.

My name is JoLyn, my husbands name is Steve. We met at UCSB in S. California; a mutual friend had set us up on a blind date. Our friend thought, that we would be the perfect match. As it turned out; she was right. A few months ago, Steve and I had celebrated our 18th year of marriage. When my father escorted me down the aisle, when he had placed my hand into Steve's hand; I knew that I was marrying my best friend. Too this day, I'm still madly in love. Steve is without question, my best friend.

I was a virgin when I met Steve. Of course, at the time, he wasn't aware of this. Steve was like any other man that I had dated prior. Within the first couple of dates, his hand was trying to work it's way down into my panties. Needless to say, I stopped him. When it came to sex, I knew that Steve was more experienced, than I was. When I mentioned to him, that I was a virgin; he stared at me in utter disbelief. I explained to Steve that I had been raised in a conservative household and too, my parents didn't allow me to date, until I reached the age of 16. So, when my 16th birthday arrived, though I was able to date, my parents only allowed me to go out, in the company of another couple. As for the other couple; my parents had to approve of them. Needless to say, throughout high school; I only went on a few dates.

Within the first few months of college, a number of hands had tried to "feel" me up. When I turned down their advances, I quickly came the realization; I wasn't going to see them again. When I explained to Steve, that I wanted to wait until I was married, before having sex; I expected him to run away. He didn't.

When I was in high school, I was curious; I wanted to kiss boys. I wanted to see their "thing." I used to listen to the stories of my girlfriends. Aside from being jealous; I always wanted to know what it would feel like, to touch their "thing." So, in the quietness of my bedroom; I discovered masturbation. I knew what a naked man looked like. I took a Health class in high school. One day, when I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle, I happened to find a few adult magazines in their attic. Let's just say; I borrowed them. I kept them in the back of my bedroom closet and from time to time, in the quietness of my bedroom; I looked at them. During high school years, my creative mind came alive. I could only pursue my orgasm' from touching myself. Still, I always wondered what it would be like, to have a man bring me, to that divine state of pleasure.

In the days, weeks and months that followed; Steve and I became good friends. We spent every waking hour together. We were poor college students and so, we ate at the cafeteria. We enjoyed being in each other's company; we pursued whatever activity that was free. We took many long walks together, and with every stride; we talked; we listened to each other; we held each other's hand. We went to museums, art exhibits; we studied together; we watched alot of t.v shows. Steve's tuition, provided him with a room in the dorms. As for myself, I lived in a small studio apartment.

Steve was seen as being, the perfect gentleman. I appreciated Steve's outlook on life; his sense of humor was loveable. I was in love with his personality. Throughout the time we dated, on most evenings and early mornings, I would carry his name into my thoughts; my orgasm' became very intense. One afternoon, Steve and I had attended a basketball game at the schools gymnasium. We decided to go back to my place and grill a few steaks. Steve was in the midst of preparing the steaks; I had excused myself and stepped into my bedroom. When I re-appeared, I caught Steve's attention; I was naked.

When Steve saw me standing naked in my kitchen, his eyes grew very wide. His mouth dropped to the floor. He was speechless. Too, the platter he was holding, it almost fell to the floor. A moment went by, before he said. "What...whats going on?"

I always wondered about "the" moment. I never knew when "the" moment was going to occur. I'm referring to the moment, when I would use my body, to seduce a man. I had already explained to Steve, that I wanted to wait until my honeymoon. Maybe, that's why he had asked the question. And so, I answered his question in a very honest and sincere way. "I'm in love with you Steve." I wanted to take our relationship to a higher level; I wanted Steve to become my lover.

I will admit, I took many baby steps! Finally, I was within arms reach of where he stood. He was still holding the platter in his hands. Somehow, I found the nerve...though my heart was racing, though my emotions were in turmoil; I slid down to my knees. As I reached out to Steve, I noticed that my hands were shaking. A moment later, I un-snapped Steve's jeans. The only sound that followed, was Steve's zipper being lowered.

My thoughts were interrupted by Steve's voice. "JoLyn, are you sure?"

I have to admit, at that particular moment, I thought that Steve had asked me a pretty foolish question. I just felt it was time. I wanted to let Steve know, that I was in love with him. Deep down, I knew why he had asked me that question. He cared about me. Kneeling on my kitchen floor; I couldn't help but notice the bulge in Steve's pants. I looked up into Steve's eyes and said. "Are you in love with me?"

At that particular moment, I may have been the one who was asking the foolish question. Steve's response though was very sincere. He answered by saying, "JoLyn, I love you more than anything."

He said "Yes!" My heart was beating a mile a minute. I have no idea how I found the nerve, or the confidence...but, I wanted to see Steve's penis. I reached out with my hands...call it an instinctive move on my behalf; I began to massage Steve's bulge. One moment, Steve had been reasonably quiet. The next series of moments, as my hand began to massage Steve's penis, not only did his bulge grow, a deep moan emerged from within his throat. Without thinking how, or why; I brought my lips to Steve's underwear. When I kissed Steve's bulge, a crazy thought entered my brain. Something told me that Steve's penis was big. I held onto Steve's thighs, while my tongue began to trace the bulge in his underwear.

I was looking up into Steve's eyes, as my tongue traced the contour of his bulge. It became a romantic moment; Steve was looking down at me. He had placed the platter of steaks on the countertop. Call it love...call it being overly curious...call it plain ol' lust; I wanted to see Steve's penis. My confidence was at an all time high; I lowered Steve's pants to his ankles. Without looking into Steve's eyes, I waited to see if he was going to object. He remained quiet. One large breath later, my hands stretched the waistline to Steve's underwear. With my eyes closed, I quickly lowered them to his ankles. When I opened my eyes, I came face to face, with Steve's penis. I was in awe. I had never been this up-close to a man's penis before. The head of Steve's penis, was pinkish red in color. I found myself staring at his pee slit. Steve's pee slit was drooling; I knew it was his pre-cum.

At that exact moment, I became petrified. My emotions had caught up with me. I looked up at Steve and said. "I...I don't know what to do."

I felt like a little school girl. I was of legal age; I could drink at any establishment. Yet, I had never been in this type of situation before. At the time, I must have looked very foolish. Instead of taking Steve's cock into my mouth; I was on the verge of tears.

"JoLyn," Steve said. "Look at me. What do you want to do? Only do, what you want to do. Just remember...I love you."

Steve had said it again! A few moments passed. I was trying to get ahold of my emotions; I took many deep breaths. My arms...my hands, I timidly reached out and took hold of Steve's penis. The skin of his penis, to include, his entire shaft; it felt very smooth. From time to time, Steve and I would argue. We shared a few differences of opinion. At that particular moment, Steve wasn't in the debating frame of mind. He stood perfectly still. Again, I found myself taking many deep breaths. I couldn't believe, that I was actually holding a man's penis in my hands!

A warm feeling engulfed my entire body. Without having to check, I just knew...that my pussy was wet! I slowly began to move my wrist. YIKES!! I was stroking my first penis! My lips had separated! Was it a self-conscious thought on my behalf? Was it an instinctive move...on my behalf. Whatever it was...this much I knew; my lips had separated. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was slowly inching my head in a forward motion; I knew that I wanted to taste Steve's penis. As for his pre-cum? I scooped it up with my tongue; I swallowed his seed.

From that moment forward, I felt comfortable; I felt relaxed. Without knowing how, I began to lick the head of Steve's penis. I allowed my tongue to travel along the sides of Steve's penis; a dark patch of pubic hair, protected his balls. For the time being, I chose to leave Steve's balls alone. Steve was moaning at a consistent rate. I felt as if I was doing okay. In time, and with alot of practice; I became a much better cock sucker.

Eventually, Steve slid down to the kitchen floor. His smile was captivating; his eyes were sparkling. Again, Steve mentioned the word love. With my face in his hands, Steve told me that he loved me; he then kissed me. I returned his kiss; our tongues danced a happy tune together. Steve lovingly licked my ear lobes; he kissed my neck. I wanted to feel Steve's hands on my body; he didn't disappoint me. He reached out, and his hands found my breasts; I melted into his arms. As he gently began to squeeze my breasts; my nipples became erect. When Steve lowered his head, as his tongue began to swirl around my nipples; I held his penis in my hand. When Steve's mouth covered my nipples, when he began to gently suck on them; I thought my orgasm was going to come to life. I shivered in pleasure. I felt so complete.

From my breasts, Steve's tongue traveled down to my stomach. He stopped at my belly button. Steve used his tongue to tickle my belly button, and all I could do, was squirm on my kitchen floor. It was a new sensation, one that I had never felt before. In many ways, it was seen as being, an erotic and sensual moment. After enduring the tickling, Steve rested his head on my stomach. I knew that he was looking into the direction of my pussy. I won't lie; I became very nervous. My breathing became erratic. No one had ever been this close to my pubic region. Now, I was anxiously awaiting for Steve's touch; I wanted him to touch my pussy. When Steve's hand finally came into contact with my pussy, as his finger's began to tease my pubic hair; my body shivered in pleasure.

Was my kitchen floor clean? It became a mute point...it just didn't matter. Steve positioned me on my back. Without knowing how or why; I simply opened my legs. I knew, that I wanted Steve to have access to my pussy. In the back of my mind, I knew that he was going to place himself between my legs. I remember looking down the length of my body, as Steve positioned himself between my legs; his face was only inches away from my pussy. When Steve touched the outer folds of my pussy, when he spread my lips apart...the moment I felt his tongue on my pussy; I closed my eyes. It's as if the wind had been knocked out of me; my pussy came alive, my juices began to flow. The exact moment, when I felt Steve tongue...I knew that I wanted to re-live this moment, over and over again.

My clit came out from it's hiding place. Steve's tongue had been relentless; his tongue had traveled everywhere. His saliva coated the outer walls of my pussy. He licked and sucked the inner folds of my pussy. Steve worked his hands under me; my ass cheeks were in his grasp. He managed to lift my waist off from the floor...a moment later, my knees were drawn to my chest. I felt so exposed and yet, my body shivered in pleasure. When Steve began to lick my perineum; I squirmed. When his head, his tongue traveled in a southern route; I gasped! When Steve's tongue touched my anal opening...my entire body shook; I simply adored that sensation. When my legs returned to level ground, I knew that my asshole had been coated with Steve's saliva. Using his tongue, Steve began to massage my clitoris. At times, his mouth covered my clit. The vibration of his tongue electrified my entire body. On that afternoon; my orgasm came to life.

It may not have been the most romantic place to make love. Still, in my mind; it was the perfect place. There on my kitchen floor, Steve positioned himself between my legs. I had read many articles on the subject of sex. I had read about the painful stimuli and so, when Steve was aligning the head of his penis to the entrance to my pussy; I braced myself for the unknown. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I knew the exact moment, when the head of Steve's penis broke through the inner walls of my pussy.

Safe sex? It never entered my mind. Lubrication? That too, had skipped Steve's mind. Little by little, Steve pushed his penis inside my pussy. Whenever, he withdrew his penis from my pussy; I gasped for air. I fought back the urge of crying out. Though the pain was intense, it was still bearable. And then...I heard my scream. I had no way of knowing...had it been the 5th inch, 6th inch...perhaps, the 7th inch, when Steve's penis had penetrated my hymen. My eyes became watery; I was so happy. My virginity hadn't been stolen; I had given my body to Steve; I was in love with him. A few moments later, the initial pain had slowly begun to fade away. Steve's eyes were closed, my hands were glued to his ass cheeks; my nails had made an impression on his skin. His hips, his penis was moving along at a steady rhythm. My body began to respond; my brain was registering one wave after another wave, of sheer pleasure. I didn't reach my orgasm. Yet, I was aware of the exact moment, when Steve had reached his orgasm. His breathing became erratic, his hips were moving at a fast rate of speed; I felt the warmth of his sperm, as it traveled up my canal. When Steve removed his penis from my pussy, it was stained with my blood. I will admit, for the next few days; I walked very slow and gingerly.

For the following two years, Steve and I had sex. In fact, we indulged ourselves in sex and sexual pleasure. That first time, on the kitchen floor...though the results seemed to be ok, I knew that I had alot to learn. Truth be known, I wanted to learn. I remember saying to Steve, "Teach me Steve. Teach me everything and don't hold anything back."

In those 2 years, Steve taught me the joys of sex. In the process of teaching me, I fell deeply in love with him. I viewed our relationship in this way; we discovered love. Steve taught me that sex wasn't meant to be dirty, or nasty. Two consenting adults could do whatever came to mind, as long as we respected each other. I came to appreciate how my body responded to sexual pleasure. I simply loved Steve's sexuality; I fell in love with his sperm. Anal sex became a passion of mine. I simply loved feeling Steve's tongue against my backdoor. I simply loved how Steve's body would react, whenever I played with his rear end.

A very scary thought had entered my mind. No, I didn't get pregnant. We were rehearsing for our graduation. Steve's parents had flown in from New Jersey; my parents were in town. In the back of my mind, a simple thought had crossed my mind. Is this it? Does our relationship end? I always knew that Steve wanted to return to his home state. His life-long dream was to become a chef. As for myself, I wanted to remain in California. My dream consisted of being a school teacher.

On the day of our graduation, our parents were in the audience. They were seated together. With my degree in hand, I felt I was that much closer to saying goodbye, to the only man that I had ever loved. I knew that Steve's parents had purchased a plane ticket for him. On the night of our graduation, we were both filled with pride and utter joy. My parents took everyone out to dinner. Though I was thrilled with my accomplishment; my heart was in agony. Steve and I would be spending our last night together.

As it turned out, with both families in attendance; it became a very meaningful evening. The restaurant was elegant, the menu was simply delicious. From the very start, we engaged ourselves in conversation. At

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