The amazing hairless pussy of my ex-wife!
It was something to behold, and I vividly remember the first time I did. I'd been introduced to her by some mutual friends who felt they were doing a favor because both she and I were without partners at the time. She wasn't exactly beautiful, with a merely pretty face -- but she had what looked to be a promising body beneath her jeans and sweater. It didn't take long to find out. We had a late lunch that afternoon and, at her suggestion, we went to my house -- because it was closer.
After talking and getting to know a little of each other's "story," she took the lead and brazenly put her hand on my jeans, starting at the belt and moving down slowly until she was cupping my cock through the fabric. I returned the favor and before we knew it our clothes were s**ttered all over the place and -- after checking to make sure she was on the pill or something -- her pussy and my cock discovered one another and we were fucking like rabbits. I didn't pay any attention to what her pussy looked like at that time, but I did get a good look at and feel of her small but very firm titties -- which were topped with huge dark nipples sticking out about an inch or so. "Suck it," she ordered, holding one nipple between her fingers. Glad to oblige, and as I did so I felt her pussy clench around my cock. And it wasn't long after that we both came at about the same time, and I shot so much cum that it leaked out of her pussy and onto me (she was on top). "Clean me up," she ordered, and rolled over onto her back. I've always loved assertive women in the bedroom. I went down on her and licked up what was around her pussy and then stuck my tongue in to get more. After a couple minutes, she said, "Now you lay down," and she cleaned up all the cum on me -- and then kept it in her mouth and fed it to me. Very thoughtful!
It was during my clean-up that I got to have my first good look at her pussy. It was amazing. She had a huge gap between her slender, shapely legs. Her outer labia were huge and bulging, and from the middle of them she had long, thin wrinkly inner lips protruding in a very inviting way. (She loved me to pull them with my lips, one at a time, into my mouth and massage them with my tongue -- and I loved the look and feel of them as they gripped my cock.) And then there was her hair -- or rather, her absence of hair. She had a thin crop of fine fur above her pussy, but her entire mound was as bare as though she'd shaved it clean. I soon learned that she never had hair there, the only woman I've ever been with -- before or since -- who was like that.
It's a good thing we fell in love that night, too -- you know that "first sight" thing, aided and abetted by our mutual confessions that we liked each other's sexy style -- because I was totally hooked on her amazing pussy (and yeah, her sweet little titties). She liked my cock, too -- told me it was just the right size and thickness so that it went in easily, stretched her in a way she found very erotic, and went all the way to the back of her vagina (which I could feel on the deepest thrusts) but no further. It was "comfortable," she often said. And I said the same thing about her near-hairless pussy, too, as the absence of hair made going down on her an enormous pleasure -- no hair to pull aside for good tongue access, no bits of hair to pick out from my teeth, y'know. Also, no scratchy stubble.
We lasted a long time, but eventually we grew apart. She got into religion, and I couldn't go there. It didn't disturb our sex life, but it was very annoying in other ways (especially when she began pushing me to convert).
In the aftermath of our relationship, I could finally admit to myself a couple things that had been annoying about her from the outset but which I'd submerged in the interests of great sex and good companionship:
(1) She refused to ever let me fuck her in the ass. I offered to use lots of lube to make entry easier, but she said she'd tried it in the past with other guys and it turned her off. Well, given everything else I was okay with that -- although I missed it and was so pleased the next woman I was with loved it so much she almost preferred it to pussy.
(2) And this was the hardest. She would never let me be on top. It was "male dominance," she insisted, and would have none of it. She'd agree to doing things on our sides, including letting me fuck her doggy-style in that position (but not the usual way with her on her knees and ass in the air). But other than that it was her on top. For a long time I simply accepted this, but when she began getting religion it was that one thing too many that really got to me. (And it was great that the same next woman I mentioned above LOVED the missionary position, and especially when she would arch her body in an extreme way so I could fuck her ass.)
This was all 30-35 years ago. I'm very happy with my present, long-time wife, who's got a very hairy pussy and ass crack (and beneath it, a pussy rather similar to my ex's) and who loves sex from every angle and in every available orifice. But now and then -- and most often when we've had a fight -- I look back in my visual memory banks and revisit my ex-wife's silky smooth pussy. And I get hard and imagine having sex with her while I masturbate.
The orgasms are great!
After talking and getting to know a little of each other's "story," she took the lead and brazenly put her hand on my jeans, starting at the belt and moving down slowly until she was cupping my cock through the fabric. I returned the favor and before we knew it our clothes were s**ttered all over the place and -- after checking to make sure she was on the pill or something -- her pussy and my cock discovered one another and we were fucking like rabbits. I didn't pay any attention to what her pussy looked like at that time, but I did get a good look at and feel of her small but very firm titties -- which were topped with huge dark nipples sticking out about an inch or so. "Suck it," she ordered, holding one nipple between her fingers. Glad to oblige, and as I did so I felt her pussy clench around my cock. And it wasn't long after that we both came at about the same time, and I shot so much cum that it leaked out of her pussy and onto me (she was on top). "Clean me up," she ordered, and rolled over onto her back. I've always loved assertive women in the bedroom. I went down on her and licked up what was around her pussy and then stuck my tongue in to get more. After a couple minutes, she said, "Now you lay down," and she cleaned up all the cum on me -- and then kept it in her mouth and fed it to me. Very thoughtful!
It was during my clean-up that I got to have my first good look at her pussy. It was amazing. She had a huge gap between her slender, shapely legs. Her outer labia were huge and bulging, and from the middle of them she had long, thin wrinkly inner lips protruding in a very inviting way. (She loved me to pull them with my lips, one at a time, into my mouth and massage them with my tongue -- and I loved the look and feel of them as they gripped my cock.) And then there was her hair -- or rather, her absence of hair. She had a thin crop of fine fur above her pussy, but her entire mound was as bare as though she'd shaved it clean. I soon learned that she never had hair there, the only woman I've ever been with -- before or since -- who was like that.
It's a good thing we fell in love that night, too -- you know that "first sight" thing, aided and abetted by our mutual confessions that we liked each other's sexy style -- because I was totally hooked on her amazing pussy (and yeah, her sweet little titties). She liked my cock, too -- told me it was just the right size and thickness so that it went in easily, stretched her in a way she found very erotic, and went all the way to the back of her vagina (which I could feel on the deepest thrusts) but no further. It was "comfortable," she often said. And I said the same thing about her near-hairless pussy, too, as the absence of hair made going down on her an enormous pleasure -- no hair to pull aside for good tongue access, no bits of hair to pick out from my teeth, y'know. Also, no scratchy stubble.
We lasted a long time, but eventually we grew apart. She got into religion, and I couldn't go there. It didn't disturb our sex life, but it was very annoying in other ways (especially when she began pushing me to convert).
In the aftermath of our relationship, I could finally admit to myself a couple things that had been annoying about her from the outset but which I'd submerged in the interests of great sex and good companionship:
(1) She refused to ever let me fuck her in the ass. I offered to use lots of lube to make entry easier, but she said she'd tried it in the past with other guys and it turned her off. Well, given everything else I was okay with that -- although I missed it and was so pleased the next woman I was with loved it so much she almost preferred it to pussy.
(2) And this was the hardest. She would never let me be on top. It was "male dominance," she insisted, and would have none of it. She'd agree to doing things on our sides, including letting me fuck her doggy-style in that position (but not the usual way with her on her knees and ass in the air). But other than that it was her on top. For a long time I simply accepted this, but when she began getting religion it was that one thing too many that really got to me. (And it was great that the same next woman I mentioned above LOVED the missionary position, and especially when she would arch her body in an extreme way so I could fuck her ass.)
This was all 30-35 years ago. I'm very happy with my present, long-time wife, who's got a very hairy pussy and ass crack (and beneath it, a pussy rather similar to my ex's) and who loves sex from every angle and in every available orifice. But now and then -- and most often when we've had a fight -- I look back in my visual memory banks and revisit my ex-wife's silky smooth pussy. And I get hard and imagine having sex with her while I masturbate.
The orgasms are great!
7 years ago