Sex with girl who became my wife – the second time – Short Sex Story

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As I said in an earlier post, I bought a box of condoms so that we wouldn’t add to the already huge risk of pregnancy. All I could do was hope there was a chance she had not been ovulating, probably remote, and the massive load of sperm I had filled her with had not found an egg. I waited to tell her about the condoms until Friday, when we would be able to go out and discover some privacy.

We did our usual fast food dinner, drove around for a bit, then drove over to one of the secluded areas we had found where we could park and make out and grope and pleasure each other. We could spend hours in each other’s arms, and usually did.

After we parked, I reached into the back seat for the box of condoms and said to her” I got these for us so it’ll be a little safer”

I don’t know what I was expecting her to say, but I certainly wasn’t expecting anger. She wasn’t slightly angry, either. She was nearly livid. I wasn’t helped by the fact that I had never seen her get mad about anything before.

She started with “Why did you do that? I never said we were going to do that again!” Which was true,but a surprise to me. Then she told me that, in fact she really had not intended to do it again, that it had been a spur of the moment urge she couldn’t withstand, and even though she had loved it and was so happy we had done it, she also felt guilty, and like she had been bad. Plus there was the feasible pregnancy to worry about right now.

She went on to tell me that having the condoms felt dirty because it was like we were making plans to have sex, and we shouldn’t do that. We were two young unmarried people who were not supposed to be having sex. If we ended up succumbing to our passion like a couple of days ago, that was kind of ok, she could rationalize that, but having the condoms was a statement that we were planning to fuck, and planning to do something we shouldn’t do was wrong. At least that’s how she looked at it.

She was in tears and I felt so incredibly stupid and wanted to disappear. I was upset now too, not with her, but with myself and the fact that I had hurt the girl I adored and pretty much worshiped.

I put the box in the back seat and told her I’d put them away when I got home. She said, “no, you need to get rid of them completely.” I promised her I would. I told her how sorry I was for upsetting her. She was sitting in the passenger seat with her arms folded across her chest, staring at the floor. I put my hand on her shoulder and there was no response.

We sat like that for a while, her quietly sniffling and me feeling like I’m the worst person in the world.

Then she turns to me and asks me if I am upset with her, and I assure her I am not. I make sure she knows that I figure out her feelings and her position and that she is the one who gets to decide if and when we make love. I would never make her do anything she doesn’t want to do.

Then we embrace and hold each other tightly. That led to kisses, of course and it wasn’t long before we were once again all over each other, making out, our pants unzipped. My fingers in her pussy, her with one hand cupping my balls and the other one stroking up and down on my cock.

We keep passionately kissing each other and we are getting hotter and closer to coming when she stops and whispers to me. ” You should probably get one of those condoms.”

I look at her, “Ummm, are you sure”

“Oh, yes I’m very sure”

I get the box and take one out then begin to put it on. I’ve never had one, it went on smoothly. While I do this she is wiggling out of her jeans in the passenger seat and watching me put it on.

Now we need to find out how to fuck in my car. It turns out to be remarkably easy. Lean the drivers seat back a little and she is able to climb over me, facing me with her ass up against the steering wheel. It is actually very comfortable for both of us.

She reaches down and grabs my cock, guiding it in as she lowers herself. She is able to get the entire length of my cock in her in this position. With the condom, it feels so different. Not at all like the first time. Still, it feels good. I can tell she isn’t that thrilled with how it feels. She is moving up and down on my cock, and since the condom is dulling the sensation, I am lasting a long time. She isn’t fucking as enthusiastically as I wondered she might.

We fuck like this for maybe ten minutes. Then she lifts up off of me reaches down and pulls the condom off. She quickly lowers herself back on my cock, taking a big deep breath as it slides back in. For me, the feeling is immensely better. For her? Well, now she is moaning, her eyes are glazed over and unfocused ,and she is pounding up and down on my cock. Between moans there are gasps ,and then rapid fire “oh, God”s.

She is about to have her first orgasm with a cock inside her, and I am getting close too. This time there is not a moment’s wondered of pulling out. She starts coming, grinding her pussy tight against me with more gasping, loud moaning, and now, rapid “don’t stop”s.

I don’t stop. I cannot. She has my cock as deep in her as it will go and I spurt all my cum into her. It feels as amazing as the first time.

We both collapse, she in my arms and now we get to do what we didn’t the first time. We make no attempt to disengage. I am holding her tightly. We get to enjoy the after- sex part. As our breathing slows we shower each other with little kisses, I push up her top and kiss and lightly suck her nipples, and she is glowing once again and looks so happy. I don’t know if I am glowing., but the way I feel, I should be. There is a feeling of closeness, like we are one. I am also getting noticeably wetter as my semen leaks out of her around my softening cock. Neither one of us wants to take it out and we feel like we could stay like this forever.

After sitting like this for another five minutes or so she lifts herself off of me and scoots back to the passenger seat. Her pussy hair is all matted and there is cum running down her thighs. My lap is a mess of my cum and her pussy juices, and there is nothing at all in the car to use to clean up a mess this big. So she just puts her jeans back on and I pull mine up. I think that having her pussy juice on me all night will be pretty hot.

“She looks at me and asks” Do you think I’m a bad girl now?”, but she has a massive smile on her face when she says it.

I tell her no, she isn’t, and I love her with all my heart and soul. I tell her that because we are so in love, making love cannot be wrong. I also tell her that even if what we did made her a bad girl, I never want her to be good. I do say that taking the condom off wasn’t the best idea though.

“I know” she says, “but I couldn’t stand it. It didn’t feel right, and it was so much better without it.”

I had to agree.

She would continue succumbing to her passion and we would continue trying to use the condoms and sometimes one would actually stay on till the end. And sometimes even then she’d get all the cum inside her. But that’s another story.

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