The Demure Sex-Maniac Wife

The Demure Sex-Maniac WifeWhen Ed met Elena, he knew she had a few secrets.Based on posts by Total Turn On. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.As they say, it was a whirlwind affair.Marriage happened after just three months. Even our most cynical friends, tossing confetti over us as we left the register office, had to admit we were made for each other.The only person with any doubts was me.Not because I doubted our relationship. I knew Elena loved me; and I, her.I just doubted myself.Elena was not just out of my league. She wasn't even playing the same game.Don't get me wrong. I've fucked beautiful women. But often this was at the end of the night, as the club was clearing out. In simple terms, I'm not the kind of guy to be a first choice for women like Elena. My experiences had proved I was more of an acceptable second or third choice, depending on whatever else was available.I didn't complain.Those women whom I'd loved in the past, I had thought were beautiful, of course. But I knew the difference between what I appreciated, and what the rest of the world considered beautiful and sexy.Elena was both. She turned the heads of guys when she walked into a room. She made other women frown.I thought she was achingly beautiful, with a body designed by God to show others how good they can be.Ever had that jealous look from other guys, when you're with your woman? Yeah, I saw that a lot.Elena knew what she had, of course. But this is the best thing: She ignored it. She was vivacious, and fun to be around. Women might frown initially, but it was impossible not to like her, after a few minutes of talking to her.And I loved her from the moment I saw her profile on a dating app. She had just moved into the area, she had written. She had no friends. No boyfriend, even. Happy to meet people just to show her around. Or maybe more?I saw that that she'd selected hook-ups as a relationship option. That'd be nice, I guessed. But I didn't pay much attention to it.It would become important later.I swiped right. Astonishingly, she did too. We chatted. Flirted a little. I said I'd show her around her new town.And I did. We became tourists in our city. We agreed to meet on Lake Street and Wabash, near the El Train platform. Our walking tour focused on the Chicago attractions and historic attractions.At the end of the day we had a brief meal. And then, walked back to the train platform where several movies romanticized the city life. With a peck on my cheek by way of thanks, she caught the train back home, about 2 miles north.That, I thought, was it. A great day with a great woman. I took another train to the west, about 10 blocks.Great conversation. I should be happy for the opportunity. I'd give it the requisite day or two and then message her. But I wasn't optimistic.I'd barely been able to take my eyes of her amazing body, during our date. I began to enjoy walking behind her and watching her ass. I enjoyed sitting opposite her as we had coffee and catching occasional glances at her incredible cleavage, and imagining the dangling tits she had strapped in her thin bra.It was almost funny how outrageously sexual she was. She just had it, whatever it was. Sensuality oozed from her being.A Second Opportunity.Later that evening following our date, I had my cock in my hand and was scrolling through photographs on her dating app profile when a message appeared from her:"You’ve been a delightful escort, today. And a fine gentleman. Want to come over for some wine?"“Well, yes. I certainly would.”We didn't get to drink any wine. This became clear as soon as she opened the door with a smile that I'll never forget.She took my hand and led me upstairs.We undressed.And then we fucked. Hurriedly and hotly. I hadn't had pussy for a few months and, evidently, she hadn't had cock for some time, either.It was basic, missionary sex. There had been the presence of foreplay but, as my hand had explored her body, she had whispered in my ear: "Fuck me now."She came within less than a minute, and then again 30 seconds later. I filled the condom at the same time. We lay in the darkness until she said, "You know, this connection might become serious."We saw each other daily. I couldn't wait until my working day was over and we met up. We both worked near the Chicago River district.We fucked relentlessly. If she stayed overnight, I became used to being woken up by her tongue swirling around my cock. Sometimes we fucked in that lazy morning way, too. Sometimes she simply milked me with her mouth, greedily gulping down my sperm.And that's the thing. She was a natural when it came to sex. She just had skills. She knew exactly how to give somebody pleasure. To give me pleasure. And, to be fair. I knew how to return the favor. I woke her up some mornings with my lips against her soft pussy. I loved the taste of her. With my fingers inside her, fucking her wetness, I loved being in control of her orgasms. She loved my condominium. We had more ...