The Newlyweds

The Newlyweds

I think there is an old joke about two guys talking about their wives and sex. "Is your wife any good?" asks the first guy. The second guy replies" How should I know? Ask everybody else on my street."

Unfortunately, I was that second guy.

I met the woman would become my wife at graduate school. We were put in the same study group on the first day. I thought she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in person. Tall, five'11", blonde, great figure (36 C's), Victoria was the complete package. She had her eyes on others when we met.

Turns out she had done a summer internship near our school and one of the customers was a married guy with a wife and young child. He would promise her that he would leave his wife as soon as he got his next promotion, or his kid entered first grade or whatever he had to say to keep banging her. Eventually she figured out he was a liar.

Next, she had a fling with a classmate from Scandinavia, Norway, or Sweden (is there a difference?). I think they broke up around Winter break. He "fell in love" with another classmate whose father was worth upwards of $300 million. They married, had three kids, and divorced.

Then I was not sure who she was dating. It was not me, but we did see each other. More group outings. She had always shaved a lot of information with me. Personal stuff. I thought we were getting closer. We started dating near the end of the school year.

We had summer internships in different cities. I was about 2.5 hours west and she was about 2 hours east. I kept my apartment over the summer, even though I was not there. We would meet there every three weeks. It was wonderful. She was wild. She loved oral. Hated wearing underwear. Horny all the time. That first weekend together was crazy. She was naked most of the time. She was in charge. She told me to eat her. Told what she liked and how to do it better. I had brought a summer sausage to snack on. She was so horny she told me to use it like a dildo. I fucked her with the summer sausage and after that we ate it for lunch. We settled into a routine. She would blow me, while I recovered, I would eat her. Then I would fuck her. Then I would suck on her boobs and finger her until she came again. We would rest for a few hours and do it again. The sheets were crunchy by Sunday.

We dated all during our second year. Once school started, the sex got even better. She knew I had a boot fetish. Once the weather got cool, she would wear these tan high heeled Zodiac boots. She would leave a note in my student mailbox telling me where and when to meet her. Classes were on the first floor and basement. She had a job on the sixth floor. There was a staircase just outside of the office where she worked. Nobody used this staircase, so I would meet her there between classes and drop my slacks and she would cup my balls and suck my cock. That happened once or twice a week.

When school ended, we took a three-week trip to Europe and fucked in every country we visited. Norway was a challenged because we arrived in Oslo on the morning train and were schedule to take an overnight train out that evening. After lunch we took a walk in a large city park and found a secluded club of trees and shrubs. We snuck our way into the middle, took of our shorts, and fucked in the public park in the daytime.

We both got jobs before graduation. I was in a city about 2 hours north of school and she was about 5 hours west. We picked a city in the middle that had inexpensive motels and continued to see each other often. Sometimes I would fly to her city. Sometimes she flew to mine. She picked me up at the airport and had that look in her eye. She told me to take my cock out. She was wearing these incredibly soft kid gloves. She would edge me and stop. I could barely get my slacks zipped when we arrived at her apartment. One memorable August night, I hosted a party for all my friends at my parents' home. I wanted my friends to meet her and for her to meet them. It went very well. My parents were extremely strict and insisted that we sleep in separate bedrooms. After the party, I walked her to her room and gave her a kiss good night. She started to unbutton her summer dress and let it fall to the floor. She was naked. She had been without underwear the whole night. We figured out a way to fool around without making too much noise and I went to my childhood bed alone. Another time when she flew to my city, we got in my car, and she pulled up her dress and showed me her pussy. She had flown without panties or a bra. This was before we all got scanned at the airport and you could do things like that.

A few months later she asked for a transfer to my city. Turns out they had a division about 30 minutes west of where I worked. Once she moved to my city, we got an apartment together. About a year after that I proposed, and she said yes.

Life was going great. We both were making good money. We still had a good sex life, and we were going to be married and start a family. We also had a fun rule. Whenever she received or bought a new pair of stilettoes or boots, she had to wear them to bed before she could wear them outside. Her closet was overflowing with heels and boots. One of my happiest times of the year was when the fall fashion catalogs were delivered to our apartment. I would get a hardon trying to decide which new pair of boots to buy for Vicky. Knee high for the office or thigh high for the bedroom? Or both?

We both traveled a lot for work. She was in sales, and I was in marketing. Sometimes we could arrange to be in the same city. Great trip to New York. Her travel was usually during the week. My travel was during the week and maybe one weekend a month. When we were together at our apartment, we almost never left. We humped all the time.

The wedding was planned for late August, and I thought everything was on track and going well. Looking back, I think things changed around February. I will come back to that. She started working more hours. More travel. She was not in the mood as often as she had been. She was never heavy, but she was losing weight. I assumed all brides do that before a wedding.

Her bridesmaids had a surprise shower for her in July. The maid of honor lived near our old school. The story was that we were invited for lunch by the maid of honor and her husband. When we got there, and the door opened, all her best friends were there. Vicky was stunned in a good way. I spent most of my time talking to the maid of honors husband. About halfway through the party her work manager (Frank) arrived. I thought that was odd, but did not dwell on it. He lived near work during the week (small town) and spent his weekends in the big city (our college town). We got married in August and I thought it went pretty. We spent two weeks in Spain. The first week on an island and the second week in Barcelona, Valencia, and Madrid. Things started to go bad. In Valencia she asked if she could spend an afternoon by herself. By the time we got to Madrid, it was terrible. We did not have any reservations and the only hotel with a room could only give us a room with twin beds. I was thinking we had a pretty good time in graduate school in a twin bed. But when bedtime arrived and I started to get into her bed, I was told my bed was over there.

Long plane ride home. We both started working again and travelled a lot. After four weeks, on a Saturday morning she said, "We have to talk." She told me she wanted a divorce. I asked why and couldn't we try therapy or at least talk about it? Nope, she moved out that afternoon. She told me she was going to spend the night with a girlfriend.

We got divorced, and it was simple. No children, no alimony, no joint bank accounts. I was still curious about why. Three friends of ours, that did not know each other, told me privately that it could be drugs.

I decided to do some detective work. I called one of the bridesmaids and told her that one of the other bridesmaids told me about the drugs and the affair with her boss. She then said, if Jane told you that, I could tell you this. Then I called another and another. Eventually I got the whole story.

What I learned was that Vicky's manager took her to Los Angeles for a weekend convention. He reintroduced her to cocaine. She had tried it in her undergraduate days, but it was too expensive for her. Now she did not have to pay, with money. She started snorting in traditional ways, straws and rolled bills from a mirror. By the end of the weekend, she snorting coke off Frank's cock. Being the cum she was, she would gladly blow him for more coke.

Frank had an interesting history. He had been married and had three children with his ex-wife. They got divorced because Frank was an alcoholic. He replaced drinking with cocaine. Frank was 18 years older than Victoria.

After returning home, Vicky would call me and tell me she had to work late on a big presentation/sales call. She would get home between 9 and 10 pm. She would be exhausted and go straight to bed. I did not think anything of it because if I worked until 9 pm, I would be exhausted too. What I did not know was that Frank had a condo across the street from work. He and Vicky would go to his condo, and she would get "free" cocaine if she provided certain services. She was blowing and fucking him two times a week for a few months. During this time, I got very little attention at home.

One of Frank's other employees (Chris) was bisexual, and he started getting invited to the after-work parties. Vicky would snort coke from both cocks. She would then blow Frank. The other guy would get behind Vicky and ass fuck her. She was so high, she did not care.

Frank needed to increase his sales figures and started using Vicky to help. She was the deal closer. Frank bought Vicky a bunch of costumes. She could be a nurse, with a little hat, white stockings and 5-inch stiletto heels. She would enter the party room and touch the forehead of the largest customer. Exclaim that he had a fever and needed to get out of his clothes immediately. She would then pull down his pants and give him head in front of whoever was there.

Or a schoolgirl with a plaid skirt and tight sweater. The schoolgirl would come out with a ruler for spanking. She could be a stewardess with knee boots or a dominatrix with a whip and thigh boots. Whatever the customers kink was, Vicky would provide it if she got her cocaine. Like I said, everybody was getting laid except me.

There were three major conventions every year, New York, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas. Frank would book a suite at a convention hotel. Liquor would flow freely and when only the major customers were left in the suite, Vicky would change into one of her sexy outfits and then come out into the party room. The customers would then bid on Vicky's clothes. That money went to Frank to pay for more cocaine and costumes. One she was nude (with heels or boots), Frank would auction off Vicky. This auction was for sales. Meaning the more your company ordered from Frank, the more likely you were to win Vicky for a night. Win Vicky and a baggie of coke. Frank enjoyed putting Vicky in black high-heeled stilettoes with little pad locks and a locked dog collar. The winning bidder would get the keys and a leash. She sucked and fucked dozens of customers. Old men, young men and even a few women. She learned to eat pussy in college and enjoyed it. Ahe would do anything for more cocaine.

I knew that Vicky's parents were divorced and that she had decided to live with her father, while her two younger brothers lived with her mother. What I did not know was that during her junior year of high school, her father had gone out for happy hour with work friends. Vicky had gone to an unsupervised house party and had a few beers, cocktails, and shots. They both got home about the same time and dad was horny. He had not gotten laid since the divorce. There was this tall blonde bombshell living in his house. They ended up in bed together. Vicky gave her first blowjob that night and got fucked by her father for the first time the next morning. I think this is where she got her daddy complex. Frank was only five years younger than her father.

Going back to the bridal shower, after four hours it was time for us to head home. Vicky begged me to let her stay overnight. Her friends would take her to the train the next morning. I said yes of course. She rarely had the opportunity to see these friends and if she were back by 1 pm Sunday, it would be fine. We had a summer cocktail party to attend on Sunday. We hugged and kissed, and I drove home.

Once I left, Frank brought out the cocaine. All the women took a hit or two. The whole group went clubbing. At one of the clubs, Chris showed up. He often spent the weekend in the big city. The girlfriends were getting tired and headed back to the host's home. Frank, Chris, and Vicky went back to Frank's other condo. She snorted more coke from their cocks. She sucked off Frank and Chris fucked her ass. I guess if a male was not around, an ass is an ass.

They must have partied all night and into the next day. Vicky missed the train that would have gotten her home by 1 pm. I went to the party without her. I said she had a migraine. She called me from the train station at 7 pm on Sunday.

Frank and Chris were both invited to the wedding. Frank was too chicken to attend, or he did not want to see his fuck buddy marry someone else. Chris showed up with a male date, who was also bisexual. Chris brought our wedding present to the reception. It was an antique mirror. I never saw the mirror, but my mother-in-law kept particularly good records of the gifts. At the reception, Vicky and a coke addict bridesmaid met Chris and his buddy in one of the changing rooms. The bridesmaid kept a lookout while Vicky snorted coke from the mirror and then sucked both cocks hard. Vicky got on all fours, the bridesmaid held Vicky's wedding gown high while Chris removed her panties and then cut them up. Vicky was going commando the rest of the night. Chris took Vicky from behind while his buddy finished getting his blowjob. Vicky returned to the reception. The bridesmaid got her turn of snorting coke and having a round with the two gentlemen. I knew that Vicky was not a virgin, but I had hoped I would be the first to make love to her on our wedding day. I now believe I was third, but who knows?

After the reception, we did have a wedding night. Just missionary and I felt like she was just going through the motions because Vicky was expected to have a wedding night fuck. Then off to a crappy honeymoon. Back to our jobs and apartment for a month and then she was gone.

She did not spend the night with a girlfriend. She moved in with Frank. That was against their company's policy, but nobody there knew or cared. But one of Frank's competitors got tired of losing out on big contracts and got one of the customers to come forward and told the company president what was going on. Frank and Vicky were fired after a short investigation. I did not stay connected, but I would hear things from time to time. They moved to a new city and got married. It was Frank's second marriage. He had three adult children from the first marriage. His oldest daughter is five years younger than Vicky. They both decided to get clean when they discovered that Frank had lung cancer. He had been a heavy smoker his whole adult life. He succeeded in getting Vicky pregnant but died about six months before his son was born. Vicky put on a lot of weight after she kicked the cocaine habit. She drifted through a few jobs but eventually got a job back at our graduate school. She worked there long enough for her son to get free or discounted tuition.

A few years after my divorce a met a tall brunette with 34 DD's. We married a few years after that. We never had children, but we have had a good sex life. I cannot fall asleep until I get to spoon her and put a hand on her fabulous boobs.