Life's Challenges and Changes Pt. 01

Life's Challenges Lead to Great Changes

This is another transformation story, but not your typical X-rated physical changes, well not principally. I wasn't sure if it was going to be a single story or first Chapter of a longer piece. But it's already getting long, so another chapter story it is. Starts a bit slow to set the scene, then much more adult content.

Part I: Ups and Downs and Life's Curveballs

Looking back now after five years, as I'm now in my early 30s, my life has been so crazily different from what I expected. I felt I needed to get it all written down, maybe as a kind of therapy. Here is all of our story, with all its ups and downs.

I'm an engineer who was also very focused on business, got my engineering degree and immediately got an MBA, the first at UNC, the second at Duke. I'm TJ, my dad was Tommy and my grandpa Thomas, so I was always TJ. I'm married to Valentina, the sweetest, cutest little Latina, half Columbian and half Italian, you'd ever meet. A very devout Catholic girl, like her mother, we had known each other since high school, dating off and on then getting back together permanently when Val, what everyone called her, was in her freshman year at University of South Florida in Tampa and I was a junior. She was a dance, classical and interpretative, major with a business minor.

But to be honest, despite the stereotype, sadly she was the furthest from a sexy, wild dancer from some music video. Like her mother, she went to church every Sunday, every feast day and confession was a weekly Saturday afternoon rite. What she confessed to I had no idea, as she was the shiest, most innocent, and just about only saintly person I knew. All of Val's clothing, even in Florida's heat, covered more of her body than I liked or thought possible. I was literally married to a 24-year-old church lady. Which was crazy, as Val had a smoking hot, totally sexy body.

The hottest of hot petite Latinas, the kind that pushed all my buttons, Val was only 5'2" and weighed maybe 110. But, from her massive head of black hair, a face that could have been in makeup ads, so sexy brown skin, not to mention her super cute B-Cup boobs, tiny frame and shapely legs, I was married to a brown skinned, brown eyed bombshell. What I especially loved were her nipples. When she got aroused, they got so thick, dark red and hard. So much fun to see them, then kiss, lick and pinch those little nubs.

From all the porn I'd watched in my teens, I have to say Val had quite a resemblance to the Latina porn star Daisy Marie. That is before the boob job, tattoos and piercings! Florida was full of cute and sexy young Latinas, to me none could compare to Valentina. She just didn't know it or wouldn't admit it. Even worse, she was not all that interested in sex. She had totally bought into our relationship the most conservative and traditional Catholic teachings on sex. What a waste, especially as she was also likely, judging by her very hot late mom, going to look like this for a long time. Probably in another issue traced to her mom's genes, Val didn't look anything like her real age. She routinely got carded when she ordered her occasional one glass of Pinot Grigio, waiters swore she barely looked twenty.

Years ago, we had broken off our two-year high school romance when I went off to university. She was still a junior, two years younger than me, and we knew long distance wouldn't work. I certainly sowed my wild oats the next three years, enjoying so many parties and sexual adventures that I am surprised I graduated on time with honors. However, in my junior year, everything changed in just one week, the Thanksgiving holiday break. When I arrived home in Jacksonville, my parents were very upset, my mom weeping. They shared that Val's parents had both been killed in a collision with a semi the day before. Val was just a freshman at USF, home for the break but luckily not in the car that night.

Over the next seven days I was with her constantly, trying to comfort her and be there for her in her overwhelming grief. After the funeral on the next Tuesday, as we both got ready to go back to our schools, I realized I was hopelessly in love. It had been such a mistake to ever break up. I knew in my heart that Val was my best friend, soulmate and the woman I wanted to be with forever, to make babies with in the future. I still had to finish my three years of school, as did she, but luckily, she felt just as strongly about "us". We decided to marry as soon as we both graduated. Hard as it is to believe, I totally changed all my wild ways and was absolutely faithful to Val, nothing else was possible for the love of my life.

Luckily in her time of grief, Val had an aunt in Orlando who became a surrogate mom for her. She excelled in her dance program but also interned with one of the largest Real Estate trusts in Tampa. My girl was practical and knew a dance degree did not translate to a stable career. So, after I graduated, I accepted a job as a supervisor in a Tampa plant for a large worldwide firm, while Val became a full-time employee in the real estate firm's accounting department. The next year was great, we were saving money, having a blast as newlyweds, and starting to get comfortable as a married couple. Then we experienced a series of gut punches that blew up our happy life.

The Curveballs Start Flyng Faster

The first punch that hit us was at Val's work. With no notice everything exploded in mid-June, just a year after she started full-time work. There were allegations of fraud, a managing partner disappeared, and all sorts of investigations, criminal and civil. The firm collapsed and everyone was unemployed. Worse, beyond all the nasty interviews with investigators, no one in Tampa was going to hire an accountant or financial person who might be charged with fraud or other financial crimes. Even if they weren't charged, many ex-employees were likely to be all over the news testifying at the upcoming trials. Valentina was devastated, she was looking for jobs daily, but almost never got an interview, and if she did, never a call back.

Fast forward to the third week in July, today Val was heading off to yet another interview. I had gotten back from my first work day, managing the second shift. It was where you typically started, working from 7PM to 3AM Sun to Thurs nights. So tired, but hopeful for her, I kissed her and wished her luck as I collapsed into bed. Next thing I knew, my phone was exploding on the nightstand. It was the second big curveball life threw at us. As I groggily answered, seeing it was only 10AM, I must have sounded like a zombie. The caller identified himself as a policeman, telling me not to panic, but Val had been in a car accident and was being taken to the hospital. He wouldn't comment on her injuries, though he shared she was in stable condition. I probably broke all sorts of traffic laws getting to the hospital.

I was a wreck. I was petrified Val was badly hurt or going to die, all I could remember was her losing her parents in that car accident four years ago. And if she wasn't hurt too badly, she must be a basket case from memories of her parents dying in their car accident. I mean she had the shakes for a solid year after that accident every time she was in a car. But good news. Val was already upstairs in her room when I got to the hospital. I met the doctor who assured me though she was in and out, definitely concussed, she was doing well. There were a lot of bruises, but no broken bones or other serious damage.

The scan before lunch showed no brain injuries, though Val was still not fulling awake. The doctor said they'd hold her overnight just to let her wake up on her own and verify no complications. I called my boss, who was surprised but very supportive. He had met Val and liked her a lot. He was aware she was orphaned in college by a car wreck up in Jacksonville. He told me not to show my face at the plant the rest of the week. Right after that call, as I sat there looking at my bandaged and bruised wife, her eyes opened and she uttered one word,

"Water"

I gave her a cup, helping her drink. The only way I could explain what came next was maybe the effects of the concussion. Val looked over at me, very normally, but next shocked me with words I didn't even think she knew,

"TJ, baby, what the fuck happened, my goddammed head hurts like a motherfucker."

Jesus, Val never even said a single one of those words much less a string like that. But if that was the only effect she had from the concussion, I could live with it, god knows I could curse like a sailor, especially at work. I decided to ignore her new vocabulary and explained what the cops had told me. In the morning rain storm a guy slid through a stop sign and hit the passenger side of her little hatchback. The airbags worked, though they bruised her. However, the driver side airbag didn't deploy, thus the big lump on the left side of her head and the concussion. Luckily Val didn't freak out about the parallel with her parents' death and I wasn't going there!

I stayed all night in the chair by the bed as she dozed fitfully, moaning a bit in her sleep, I assumed from the bruises. No opioids, but a lot of Ibuprofen till she passed all the cognitive tests Tuesday morning, and we were allowed to go home. For the next four days I was the worrywart nurse, not letting her do anything, bringing her blankets, tea with honey, and soup. Even bruised up she was just cute as a button. She healed quickly; it helps to be a very athletic dancer who is only 23. By Sunday Val was super antsy, it seemed she was done with all the coddling. She insisted on going to her gym for her yoga and stretching class. I figured it was a good idea after the accident. We picked up her rental loaner, paid for by our insurance, and I headed off to work for a new week.

Behaviors Begin to Change

When I got home at 3:30 AM on Monday I showered and slid into bed behind Val, trying not to wake her. She seemed to be dreaming, making little cooing and moaning sounds. Even more curious, as I spooned behind her, never waking her, without any prompting, she began to rub her cute little dancer's ass on my crotch. Of course, I immediately got hard. I mean we seldom made love more than once a week, and with the accident and the stress of the job hunt, it had been a full two weeks. Val didn't wake up, but she started rubbing her cheeks on me frantically, like one of my college girlfriends twerking on my hard cock in a dance club. I loved it but somehow resisted the urge to play with her and try to make love. I was still concerned for her and didn't want to wake her.

The ass massage stopped in a few minutes, both the noise and her near lap dance, and we both slept. Monday morning, as we both cleaned up the messy house and puttered around, Val was all innocent, but much more touchy than normal, hugging me, kissing me at random times and generally acting like I felt, very happy she was ok and with the person they loved more than life itself. She even went in her loaner car alone to run errands and buy groceries without a hitch. So off to work I went, relieved at how she had recovered and thinking the accident had caused no real harm. Though Val still needed a job, we had avoided some terrible outcomes from the accident.

Tuesday morning, I again took my after-work shower and quietly crawled into bed to crash for some needed sleep. I thought, like every night, Val was asleep. Boy was I wrong. As I settled onto my back, Val suddenly rolled over the top of me, leaning over to turn the accent lights all around the ceiling along the walls. This was odd. She was awake and turning lights on. Then I looked up at my petite, and almost chaste wife. WOW, I'd never seen Val look like this.

Her hair was all combed out framing her pretty face like she was a model. And very oddly, she was wearing more makeup than she had ever worn, even at our wedding. Her eyes stood out with dark blue and purple eyeshadow, her lashes were super long and thick with mascara, and black eyeliner was outlining her pretty eyes, stretching out with the eye shadow to come to a sexy point an inch to the outside of her eyes. Tonight, unlike our wedding, no pale pink lipstick or nail polish, Val was wearing bright red sexy lip gloss and matching red nail polish.

The effect was that my demure wife looked like she had just come from a club and dancing. All I could think of was that she would have looked perfect doing that. With Val's dancing skills and sexy body, she'd be perfect dancing in some club downtown. But I also knew that was something she would never do.

My love also was wearing a short new lace nightgown. It buttoned down the front, but every button but the top was undone, exposing nearly all of her sexy B cup boobs, hard nipples, and slender torso. Strangely for Val, for the first time in my memory, she had no panties on, just her new lacy babydoll nightie. She leaned down to kiss me lightly before she gave me a hint on what was going to happen tonight,

"You like lover?"

I had never seen Val like this, she was stunning. So, I just nodded and gave her a simple reply,

"Of course baby, you must be feeling a lot better!"

She grinned sexily as she began to rub her pussy on my boxers, soon bulging with my rapidly hardening cock. If that was making my head almost explode, what she said next was a nuclear bomb,

"Good baby, glad you like my new look. And yes, I am much much better. In fact, I've been really horny all night. I need your nice thick cock to fuck me, hard and fast. Are you ok doing that for me?"

In my defense for what came next, I was literally in shock. So, though I probably sounded like a moron. I mean she clearly wanted to fuck me, before I got to sleep, which was awesome. But all I could think to say was,

"If that's what you want Val, I'm good with that."

"Good with that", really? My hot wife was literally wanting to fuck, not make love, for the first time ever! What an idiot she had married. But she didn't laugh at my lame reply, she just kept on rubbing her wet pussy on my boxers as she French kissed me like the horniest woman in Florida. Val had never been the sexual aggressor, in fact had told me over and over that per the Catholic Church's teachings, sex was only for procreation, not fun. But hey, I was more than ready to have some fun! I mean even for us; two weeks without making love was a long time.

In what seemed like a flash, Val stopped kissing me and moved down. She crouched above my crotch and pulled off my boxers. My seven inches bounced up, throbbing hard and dripping pre-cum. The odd behavior continued as Val giggled, stroking my cock, another first, letting me know her intentions,

"Baby, I totally love your big cock, I can't wait for you to be inside me and fuck me hard."

At that, my now naked wife, the nightie had been tossed over on top of my boxers, moved upwards over my cock, still stroking it as she rubbed the head back and forth on her very wet pussy lips. She grinned down at me and with no other foreplay, sank down in one smooth motion, moaning as she filled her tight pussy with my wide dick. My girl never initiated sex and had never ridden my cock. Finally, as Val began to move upwards, she gave me all the directions I needed,

"Oh my fucking god baby, I love your big cock in my tight little pussy. Now fuck me like you have always wanted to."

So, she did know she was acting differently than ever before! Not pausing, my petite little lover began to move up and down, riding my hard cock like she'd done it a thousand times. Which was also crazy as before tonight she' almost never touched my dick and we'd only made love with the lights out, covers pulled up, and in the missionary position. So, I decided I was going to enjoy tonight as it might never happen again. I began to flex my hips and thrust up in rhythm with her downward movements. Val was so tight, and so wet it was like a dream, but happily this was very real. She kept her hands on my shoulders, leaning down to kiss me or pull my hands up to play with her breasts and nipples. With two weeks of stored up cum, I knew I wasn't going to last very long tonight.

After only a few minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching like a freight train. As if sensing that, Val reached between us with her right hand. Clearly, she was rubbing her clit as we were fucking! Val was now moaning and letting out little yelps and an occasional "Dios Mio" as she fucked me like a sexual high-speed engine. In a very short period, after she started rubbing her clit, she suddenly went rigid, climaxing hard. The soundtrack left no doubt what was going on. Val was nearly screaming as she let out a huge moan, her eyes rolling back in her head as she shouted

"I'm cumming... so good, so fucking good. Fuck me hard with your big cock baby!"

But I didn't do that. I felt I had to slow down as she recovered. But after only about ten seconds she opened her eyes, grinning at me, before descending to French kiss me again. She now resumed bouncing her wet pussy up and down, now lying prone atop me, squeezing my dick with her muscles as I pushed up in time with her. In only about a minute, I too groaned, and came hard deep inside my happy wife. She slowly stopped her movements but didn't get off to run and clean up like she always did. Instead, she kept kissing me then leaned over to whisper more crazy words in my ear,

"Baby, I just adore your cock, it makes me feel so good. I'm not moving, I want your dick inside me as long as possible as we sleep."

I wasn't expecting this but didn't object. Val pushed her hair to one side, put her head on my shoulder and the pillow, and fell asleep nearly at once. While I was shocked, I was also exhausted. I'm nearly six feet tall, so Val's tiny body atop me was light as a feather and actually felt pretty fantastic. I too was quickly dead to the world. When I woke up at nearly noon, Val was long gone. I was also sure last night had not been a dream, my ass was in the middle of a very large wet spot.

Val continued to be super affectionate as we ate lunch, though not talking about her nighttime adventure, before she headed out to the gym. But smiling like a very happy, satisfied wife, she clearly had no shame or problems with last night. In fact, on the way out the door to the gym she kissed me, finally bringing it up, telling me last night had been the most fun ever and she had slept like a happy, well-fucked wife. Val also told me not to leave before she got back, she wanted to kiss me goodbye. If you ignore her comment about being a "well-fucked wife", this was still the sweet, loving Val I had fallen in love with in college.

After a nice dinner of grilled chicken, I went back to change into my khakis, work polo shirt and grab my steel-toed boots. Val didn't stay in the kitchen like always to give me a goodbye peck on the lips but followed me back to our bedroom. I was down to my boxers, ready to pull on my pants when she walked over to me, hips swiveling, one foot in front of the other, like a dancer approaching a partner. God, I had married the sexiest woman in Florida, how did she not know that? She then wrapped her arms around me, giving me not her typical little kiss on the lips goodbye, but another torrid open-mouthed kiss. Then she kept going with another shocking question, pulling back to ask me,

"TJ my love, I promised a goodbye kiss, but I really want to kiss your cock, not your sexy lips. Are you ok with that?"

Again, my brain almost exploded, my only thought was that it was kind of a stupid question. But, if Val had never stroked my cock before last night, she had also always made it clear that oral sex was evil and never happening. So again, like an idiot I replied,

"Are you sure baby, you don't have to do that."

"She grinned up at me as she sank to her knees on the bedroom carpet, telling me,

"I know I don't have to; I want to! and don't freak, I'm also going to try and swallow all your delicious cum."

Fuck, who had replaced my fantastic, but sexually boring wife, with this slutty body double? Val was energetic, though clearly new at blow jobs. She passionately kissed, licked and slobbered all over my dick. Val seemed to love kissing and licking my dick, even though she had never done this before, moaning as she worshipped my rock-hard cock. Not a big surprise, she only fit about half in her mouth but figured out quickly how to stroke the rest of my wet shaft and rub my swollen balls with her free hand.

Even though she had drained me early this morning, I warned her after only about three minutes I was about to cum. Val hadn't been kidding, she looked up at me, so I know she heard me, and didn't pull away to avoid my cum. Instead, my take-charge little wife reached back with one hand to hold my ass, pulling me hard against her face. That kept my dick well insider her hot wet mouth as I moaned and shot the second big load of the day.

My loving wife didn't gag or spit out my cum. Instead, she kissed the end of my softening dick as she rose back up in front of me, shocking me by opening wide and sticking out her tongue, still loaded with most of my cum. She grinned like a very happy girl, making a sort of "yummy" sound, as open-mouthed she showed off, swirling my cum around and swallowing all of it. My once demure wife ended the fun with a big smile and another insane raunchy comment before she kissed me goodbye, so un-Val,"

"Baby your cum tastes so yummy, I can't believe I haven't sucked you dry till now."

Along for the Ride

Almost in shock, I went to work and managed my team, all the time wondering if today was a one-day event or a sign of something more long term. The last two days had been so much fun, but would it last? I wonder if the guys at work noticed how out of it and distracted I was all Wednesday night. All shift, barely able to focus to make sure we were on track for our production targets, I went over the last week in my head.

Was Val suffering some kind of awesome side effect from her concussion or had she simply realized she could have a lot more fun and pleasure if she let loose a bit? Then again, did I really care what had caused this? I finally decided not to make an issue of it, to just be me and try to enjoy the fun. Simply put, I was totally on board, with anything Val wanted to do. I was going to strap in and go on the ride with this new always horny, slutty Val as far as she was willing to go.

Thursday morning as I got into bed Val didn't wake up and fuck me, though she did seem to be wearing another new, very lacey, very short nightie. I did notice as I spooned up against her that Val made almost a little meowing sound in her sleep and again pushed her hot ass back, so her cheeks surrounded my dick. But she didn't wake up and I was soon dead asleep.

Since her company had imploded, Val had been beyond frustrated by not getting even close to being hired for a new job in over a month. She had told me she missed the work, the money, and was lonely and bored. Val told me that she had finally agreed when a friend recommended that she go back to waitressing till the attention shifted from her old firm and she could get another accounting job. Thursday morning, she had the interview her friend had set up.

It wasn't what either of us wanted, waitressing again, like she had while in college. But at least this wasn't a cheap chain restaurant. Her friend had set her up at one of the swankiest Steak restaurants in the city, which was also a big nightclub. Though the nightclub side had a reputation as a meat market, a place to pick up a guy or girl, I wasn't worried. I mean my wife was almost a nun in her public persona. But very different from how Val still was in public, that morning she was all about some fun, just with a new different motivation.

My alarm didn't go off at 11:30, instead I was awoken by the feeling of a warm wet mouth moving up and down on my dick. I assumed it was a dream till I opened my eyes and saw my wife's impressive black hair as she lay sprawled across my lower body. Somehow, in only her second attempt at a blowjob she was just as energetic, but already more skilled. I didn't overthink it and let out a loud moan as she simultaneously sucked on my crown and used her tongue to lick up the precum oozing from my piss hole. At that she let my dick out of her mouth and grinned up at me, again wearing much heavier makeup and brighter lipstick than ever before. She set the tone for us next, telling me what she wanted

"Oh, baby, did I wake you up? It sounded like you liked me sucking your cock and licking up your pre-cum, did you?"

I laughed and shook my head up and down at that statement of the obvious. Val continued,

"So baby, before I go for my interview, I need some good luck and something to make me feel confident. You haven't pounded my tight little pussy in too long; I mean lover, come on, it's been over 24 hours. Please fuck me hard and fill me with your cum for good luck this morning."

At that she moved up to lay next to me on her back, and for once didn't pull up the covers. Instead, my dancer wife bent her legs back and pulled them up next to her head, exposing all of her dripping wet pussy to me. Oddly I noticed that the blinds were half open, not likely anyone could see in, it did mean the room was brighter than it had ever been while we made love. Then, like every time since the accident, I got my very direct and raunchy guidance on what was expected,

"Husband why are you lying there. I need you to give me a big kiss and bury your hard cock in my lonely little pussy."

I grinned, now fully awake and more than ready for some fun. I crawled down below her and probably surprised Val a bit, leaning down to kiss her, but not on her glossy red lipsticked mouth. Instead, I bent down and kissed her pussy lips and took the opportunity to sweep my tongue up to her clit from the bottom of her dripping wet pussy. It was very much risky behavior; she had told me so many times that she never wanted me to kiss her there. But this was a new Val, she let out a surprisingly loud moan, then chastised me. But not as I expected her to be upset,

"TJ I really love your long tongue. But you need to do what I asked you to do. So stop with the teasing and start with the fucking."

The next five minutes were just old-fashioned raw sex. I pounded her tight wet pussy over and over, bringing my dick almost clear of her tight lips before I thrust hard to bury myself deep in her kitty. Yes, it technically was the missionary position, but this sex wasn't like any missionary position we'd enjoyed before. Val was totally loving being pounded, once again reaching down between us to stroke her own clit as I kissed her hot red lips over and over.

This was an amazing experience, made better by the new raunchy language Val used, as the headboard slammed into the wall over and over. I loved the new sexier language, it encouraged me when she loudly told gave me feedback between her moans,

"Oh baby I needed this. I love love love your big dick. Pound my pussy lover, I'm so close to cumming."

That was all it took. I started moving even faster, very close to my own orgasm. Once again Val beat me to it, screaming out her orgasm, as she wrapped her legs around my back, for sure not the old Val, as she let me know what she felt,

"Oh, My Fucking God, I love this."

Right then as her orgasm was finishing, I lost it, shooting what felt like a pint of cum inside her soaking wet pussy. To make it better as I rolled off her and lay there nearly panting, she cuddled up lying on her side, her head on my shoulder, as we both caught our breath. Then once again shocking me, I had to work on my facial expressions, Val raised one knee up to expose her well fucked, dripping wet pussy. What amazed me is next Val must have used to her pelvic muscles to rhythmically push my cum out of her pussy. But my cum didn't ooze out onto her thigh and the bed.

Instead, Val had her free hand below her pussy, gathering my cum on her fingers and in her palm. Once her hand was covered in my cum, Val brought it to her mouth, several times. Over and over, she licked up all my cum mixed with her juices, sucking on her fingers like she was sucking a dick. She also grinned up at me as she then licked the pooled up cum from her palm, like a kinky cat lapping up milk. I was beyond shocked.

No longer did Val run to the toilet to clean up after I came, now she was showing off to me, savoring and swallowing our combined juices. But all good things have to end. Val looked over at the clock and realized she had to leave for her interview in less than an hour. She screamed in panic and quickly gave me a kiss before she ran to get showered up and ready.

That afternoon, in a first bit of good news, well first good news beyond our crazy new sex life, Val killed it in the interview and was immediately hired to work Tuesday to Saturday from 5PM to 1AM. She had to go over, unpaid of course, for orientation and training on Monday, but would start full time work next Tuesday. She shared that the Cuban Latina manager had been very clear. They had the best and hottest wait staff in the metro area. That requirement to be sexy outside our house seemed to concern Val more than getting back into the groove as a waitress. Thursday was my last work night, and of course I was hoping Friday morning would be some more fun in the bedroom.

Returning Favors

I was right about Friday morning, but I decided this time to take the initiative, instead of letting Val decide what we did. I had only kissed Val's pussy that one time, but she didn't fight it, for once loudly liking it. I had never gotten her off by going down on her. I decided that gap in our intimacy was closing on Friday morning. In college, while Val and I weren't together I'd dated a pile of hot girls and was determined to be the best pussy eater they'd ever dated. By my junior year, when a bisexual girlfriend told me I went down on her as good as any lesbian lover she'd ever had, I felt I was pretty good with my oral skills. Though Val had never been open to that, If Val now was agreeable to my plan, I'd find out if I still, "had it".

We were both very slow to wake up, hitting the bathroom and coming back to cuddle and snooze some more. Val didn't start work till next week and it was my weekend. As we both finally woke up, near noon, I turned on my side and kissed her awake. This new Val was every bit as aggressive and intimate with her kisses as I was. Both our hands were also moving all across our partner's body, stroking, rubbing and even pinching! Sure that she was awake, and by the wetness on the tips of my fingers pretty sure she was aroused, I went for it, asking my sexy wife for consent,

"Lover, you've sucked my dick so beautifully, twice. But I feel guilty, I want to return the favor. Can I kiss your beautiful pussy and make you feel good this morning?"

My petite, sexy wife didn't hesitate but surprised me, giving me back a bit of snark,

"Baby, now that you bring it up, you do owe me! And I really need to cum this morning, do you think being a guy and all that you're good enough to get me off?"

That was certainly consent and also a challenge. I grinned down at my feisty little lover and met her snark with some attitude,

"mi chica caliente, I've never had any complaints, but you tell me in ten minutes if you agree and want more of my lips, tongue and fingers or I need to stop."

My tiny lover grinned up at me as we both kissed for another minute, then I got to work. It was all about the anticipation. So, I slowly moved down her torso, spending quite a bit of time kissing her neck, arms and chest, before even touching her boobs and nipples. By the time I got there her nipples were already sexily red and stiff. I spent another few minutes stroking and kissing all over her breasts, leaving little hickeys on her boobs and her nipples wet and very hard. Val was already moaning and already getting into it, no resistance or second thoughts, in fact she was demanding,

"Baby, I love this, but you can suck my titties any time, my poor little kitty is very lonely!"

If only she knew what was coming, her puss was going to be lonely for a while longer. I worked down her slim brown torso, kissing all over as my hands began to rub her thighs, her hips and tummy below her belly button. That was just the start of the "mean teasing", as she later called it. I kissed all the way down to nearly her left knee before I reversed course and went up and then down to her right knee, always near, but never touching her pussy, not coming near her lips and for sure not her clit.

Val started out pretty patiently, but I guess she was getting aroused when she tried to pull my head to her crotch, between moans my wife was getting kind of needy,

"TJ stop this teasing, I need you to take care of me, I need cum so bad I'm about to scream."

Ok, maybe I'd been too mean in my slow pace. I stopped fighting her pressure to pull me to her pussy and started kissing all around her lips for a minute. Then I moved inward, licking and sucking hard on each of her very wet lips as I started to finger fuck her tight pussy. The louder moans were a good sign. After about two circuits of focusing on just her labia, I pulled her clit hood back with two fingers as I licked her already hard clit. That was just to start. I then locked my lips around her love button and sucked on it like I was going to pull it off her body. That worked, I got a little scream and very distinct and loud,

"Oh fuck me, I love that. Suck my clit lover, don't stop."

Of course I wasn't going to stop, and in fact kept worshipping her hard clit as I went to two then three fingers fucking her very wet and tasty pussy. In only five minutes of worshipping her beautiful and amazing pussy, I was pretty sure I'd convinced Val to never turn down oral sex again. As I continued to lick and suck on her clit, I flipped my fingers around, so that I was able to stroke her G-spot, now very firm and spongy yet hard in its arousal. That got another series of moans and more cries of,

"Oh Fuck" and "Dios Mio".

I was having a blast. I had always loved eating out my lovers and was happy I had not lost my touch. All I cared about was focusing on getting Val to enjoy a really strong orgasm. And her very first oral orgasm was both strong, loud and very vocal with moans and screams. Though truthfully, I couldn't hear all that well as her thighs were squeezing the sides of my head like she wanted to fracture my skull. Val's entire body had gone rigid as I slowly eased off the clit sucking and G-Spot massage.

I pulled away and crawled up next to my wife. Her entire body trembling like she was having a seizure. I cuddled and held her as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high. My sexy little wife finally opened her pretty brown eyes, grinning like the cat that ate the canary as she gave me my Cunnilingus grade,

"Honey that was the best orgasm I've literally ever had. You are right, I'll never complain about your pussy eating. AND, If you don't eat me out like that several times each week, you are in big trouble."

But I wasn't even close to done. I wanted to see if Val could cum more than once. So, while kissing her beautiful lips, interestingly she now had no problem being kissed with my lips soaked with her pussy juice, I used my very experienced hand to get her off again. I kept my thumb on her clit, gently rubbing it in circles and from side to side as I used two fingers to again fuck her still soaked pussy. She was quickly on fire, cumming in less than three minutes, again going rigid and literally shaking like she was in an orgasmic seizure. My baby was exhausted but feeling the results of two massive orgasms. She looked up at me and let me know everything was great, with a silly joke,

"Baby, wow, I'm almost too sensitive to be touched. With these skills, even though you do snore loudly, you're a keeper."

I gave her a slow intimate kiss and held her for a minute, just staring into her eyes as I kissed her lips, ears and neck. Then I again moved down her body, going for a hat trick of orgasms for my lover. She tried to pull me back, but I just grinned up at her and kept kissing down her sexy brown torso. I was pretty sure she was going to orgasm very quickly and very strongly. I was right. Though she kept on telling me she was too sensitive, my gentle kisses and sucking, focusing mostly on her clit, soon had her head rocking from left to right, while she moaned continually.

In just about four minutes she grabbed my hair as she arched her body off the bed, screaming as she went into another series of full body shakes. As my formerly demure wife screamed out in pleasure, for the first time ever she squirted all over my face. I knew I had an A plus grade as I heard her reaction to a third orgasm in less than thirty minutes,

"OH MY FUCKING GOD. I feel so good. I LOVE this!"

I knew she now, for real, was truly hyper-sensitive to the point of pain. So, I now deliberately avoiding touching her pussy or boobs as I switched back to total cuddle mode, cradling my tiny hot wife in my arms. Val was soaked in sweat and our bed was wet with her juices. She made some little cooing noises as she snuggled up against me and slipped off into a much-needed little nap.

As I reflected on last week, I was a bit amazed how quickly she'd embraced a much more sexual persona in our marriage. I loved it but was still surprised. I didn't know where our sexual journey would go, but even if our sex life stayed like it was, it was now pretty fantastic. But I wouldn't be upset if Val kept expanding what she wanted, if the last week was any sign, I'd enjoy all of her desires and explorations.

July seemed to end our transition to a very open, active and athletic sex life. The rest of the weekend we never made love or fucked less than twice a day, and on Saturday we did it three times. I was loving life. What all that meant was inside our house, Val was now very much embracing a full and active, sometimes raw sex life, while out in public she was still the demure church woman I'd always known. Not a big deal to me. Compared to a week ago, things were so much better, for both of us, or so I thought. I thought we were both good with everything now.

So, after 11 pages, this clearly has to be Part 1 of some number of chapters, not a standalone... more to follow. The story is already pretty much written, but editing isn't done.