A Slightly Different Marriage

I suppose that the best way to start this is to tell a little bit about how I look at things. I have always believed that sex is a basic human need. Not a want, but a need. As far as needs go – in my mind at least – sex is every bit as necessary to human health, physical and mental, as air, water and food. That belief carries with it the belief that sex and love – while complimentary – are not the same thing. My belief is that you can have sex without love and you can have love without sex.

Why this explanation? Because it is the foundation for the story that follows.

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I was a late bloomer where sex was concerned. I knew about it. I'd had friends tell me how great it was and I'd thought about it a lot. I had also donated gallons of the milky white stuff to handkerchiefs and towels while perusing Playboy, Penthouse and other men's magazines, but at eighteen I was still a virgin.

Not for lack of trying to correct the problem, but I had horrible luck with girls. A friend would tell me about what a hot fuck__________ was and that she'd put out for anybody and I'd take her out and not even get a kiss. Another friend would tell me that I should take__________ out because she would give it up in a heartbeat. I'd take her out and get a slapped face to go along with "What kid of girl do you think I am!" I dated a dozen sure things that weren't.

All those dates had unintended consequences. Girls I wanted to date because I was interested in them wouldn't give me the time of day because the word was out that all I was interested in was one thing and one thing only – getting laid. Not true, but it didn't matter. That's what they thought so that was the way of it. I resigned myself to not having a girlfriend until I started college and met girls who didn't know my history.

But back to my quest to get rid of the odious title of 'virgin'. I was actually considering finding me a prostitute when the chance came to me instead of my going to it. It was at a barbecue at my Aunt Martha's. It was a family affair and the place was overrun by relatives. It was a nice affair and I enjoyed myself because I liked most of my relatives. Catch the "most"? Aunt Martha had twin daughters, Staci and Traci, and they were two years older than me and they belonged to that class of females whose main belief was that their shit didn't stink. They also believed that anyone younger than they were was beneath their notice. As you may guess we did not get along; not even a little bit. I spent most of the day avoiding them. They both had boyfriends there that day so they were too busy to notice me and I liked it that way.

It was close to eight and I was getting ready to leave. I hit the bathroom to relieve myself before getting in my car and driving home and as I came out of the bathroom Staci, who was storming down the hall ran into me and snarled:

"Watch where you are going you stupid oaf!"

I resisted the urge to say, "You ran into me you stupid cunt!" and instead I turned and headed for the front door. Staci grabbed my arm and said "Come with me" and she pulled me along to her room. She was talking to herself and saying:

"Asshole thinks he's special. He's just another dick. Thinks he can treat me like that? No fucking way. I'll show the dickhead. I'll show him he isn't the only hard cock around.

By then we were in her room and she closed the door and locked it.

"Get you pants off" she told me in a commanding tone.

"What?"

"Your pants; get them off."

While she was saying that her skirt fell to the floor and she hooked her fingers in the waist band of her panties and started to push them down. I stood there not having a clue and she snarled:

"Get your fucking pants off! You can't fuck me with them on. I'm not having my hairs getting caught in your fucking zipper."

"When the words "fuck me" registered I shook off my confusion and stripped. By then Staci was naked and the sight had my cock standing tall. Staci glanced at it and said:

"Not bad. Not bad at all. Get over here."

By that point I was hers to command. I was going to lose my hated virgin status and whatever she said I was going to do. I moved over to her and she laid back on her bed and spread her legs wide and then looked up at me as she waited for me to take my place.

I knew what to do. What the hell, it comes natural right? Besides, I'd seen hundreds of pictures. But I hesitated. I was scared. I'd heard stories about guys whose first time was over in seconds and I was afraid that if I came too quick Staci would make nasty comments and our relationship, which was not all that good to begin with, would get worse. Much, much worse. I could just imagine the distain she would show me in the future, but the little head was screaming "Do it fool, do it!"

I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I shouldn't do it. You can't do it. It would be wrong. It would be incest and that is morally and legally wrong, but that wasn't the case. Staci and Traci were Aunt Martha's by a previous marriage and the twins were two years old when Aunt Martha married my Uncle Mike.

"Don't just stand there damn it" Staci snarled.

I moved between her legs and she grabbed my cock and guided it (pulled it actually) to her pussy. My fears proved to be groundless and I managed to give a good account of myself or at least I thought I did. Maybe the session I'd had the night before with Playboy and my morning wake up with Penthouse had something to do with it. Whatever it was that helped wasn't on my mind at that moment. All I was thinking was that I had to give Staci what she wanted.

"Fuck me harder" and I tried.

"Fuck me faster" and I tried.

"Make me cum" and I tried and tried and tried.

Not having any experience I don't know if she got off or not, but I did. I was surprised that I had the presence of mind to pull out just before I came. I shot all over her tummy and she exploded on me.

"What the fuck did you do that for? Look at the mess you made."

I stammered that I didn't have a rubber on and I didn't want to get her pregnant.

"Idiot! If I was worried about that I wouldn't have let you in me without one on. I'm on the pill. Grab my panties and clean that mess up."

I did as I was told and in the process of doing it I was looking at her pussy. It glistened with her juices and the lips were puffy and reddish and I started getting hard again. Staci noticed and said:

"Want more huh? You got lucky the first time. Usually you have to eat me if you want to fuck me, but I was in too much of a hurry to make you. You want more you have to eat it before you can fuck it."

She saw the look on my face and read it wrong.

"What's the matter? Not man enough?"

I shook my head and said, "Its not that. I've never done it. I don't know how."

"Then I'll talk you through it."

She did and I think I got her off before she said, "Enough. Fuck me now."

When we were done she said, "I need to get you out of here. You better keep your mouth shut about this." She paused and then said, "If you can do that we can do it again sometime."

When I heard that my natural response was "When?"

"Mom and dad have a dinner to go to on Tuesday and they will both go straight from work. My last class is at four and I'll be home no later than four forty-five, but you had better keep quiet about this. If I hear the slightest thing about it being talked about not only will you never get it again, but I'll cut your dick off. You understand me?"

I nodded a "yes" as I pulled up my zipper.

"Good. Now get out."

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The time between that Saturday barbecue and four forty-five Tuesday drug along and it felt like years. I arrived at Aunt Martha's at four thirty-five. I don't know about other families, but in mine we never bothered to knock or ring the bell when going to a relatives place. You just walked in and hollered out:

"Hello? Anybody home?"

Usually some one would holler back "We're in the kitchen" or whatever. I knew the twins were home because their cars were in the driveway so I went looking for them. I went into the family room and through the window I saw both of them sitting out on the patio. I went to the patio door and started to open it. I had it open just a crack when I suddenly stopped. Staci wouldn't want Traci to know what we were doing so I decided to go back outside and ring the doorbell. That would give Staci time to do whatever. I was just closing the door when I heard:

"The big doofus will be here pretty soon. I told him four forty-five. You want to hide in the closet and watch?"

"Fuck no! Watch you get your pussy eaten? No fucking way! I'd have to come out, pull him off of you and sit on his face. I can't believe that you lucked out and found a guy who will eat your pussy."

"He's a clueless doofus and doesn't seem to know that most guys think pussy eating is just too, too nasty. I think he was a virgin and would have licked my asshole if I would have told him that was the price of fucking me."

"How long are you going to do him? Aren't you afraid it will get back to Brad?"

"No chance. Only the two of us – three counting you – know and I've already warned him that the pussy stops if he lets anyone know. As for how long? As long as he eats me when I tell him to. I might even get kinky and have him go down on me after Brad does me."

"You'll never get away with it."

"Sure I will. He never ate a pussy before mine so all I need to do is tell him that he has me so hot that my natural juices are flowing."

"You can't believe that he will go for that."

Staci laughed and said, "I keep telling you that he is clueless."

"At least let me know when you get ready to dump him. I'd like to get my pussy eaten too."

I quietly closed the door, went back outside and rang the doorbell. There was no sign of Traci as Staci led me to her bedroom and I wondered if she was in the closet. If she was it didn't matter because I was going to get me some pussy. At that point I didn't give a rat's ass about anything other than sliding my cock into Staci's wet hole. I didn't care that Staci thought I was a clueless doofus. The only thing I cared about was getting my dick in her.

I ate her and then I fucked her. I ate her a second time and then fucked her again. I wanted to go a third time, but she said that I needed to get out before her parents got home. As I drove away I thought about the conversation I'd overheard. So Traci wanted her pussy eaten did she? I'd have to see about that.

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Over the summer Staci and I got together maybe a dozen times. If I ate her after Brad fucked her I never knew it. Her taste was always the same. There was no love or affection involved. We never once kissed and she never offered to suck my cock. The one time I asked her to she flatly said "I don't do that." It was always "Hurry up, get undressed and eat me."

That fall I started college and I would see Staci and Traci around the campus and the girls pretty much ignored me although in private Staci was still giving me 'orders'.

"My place tomorrow at four."

She never waited for me to say "Okay" or "Sorry, I can't make it tomorrow." She knew that "Clueless" would be there. Why did I put up with it? Because it was a steady piece of ass that I didn't have to work for. You know what I mean when I say "work" for it. The dance you go through to get the date, trying to get something going and trying for he first kiss. The second, third and however many more date before she takes up with another guy or gives you the "What kind of girl do you think I am" speech. All that time, money and effort expended for nothing so no surprise that when Staci said, "My place at four" I was there at three fifty-nine.

One thing that I never understood is that Staci would never come to my apartment. I suppose here is where I should let you know that I am what is referred to as a 'trust fund baby.' My grandparents set up a trust fund for me when I was born. It wasn't millions, but over the years with interest and all it had grown to a little over six hundred thousand, but the fund was set up so that I could only access it once I started college and draw on it as long as I stayed in college as long as the money drawn was for college related expenses. I would receive the full amount when I graduated with a degree, but if I didn't go to college or if I started and then dropped out I wouldn't get the money until I was thirty years old. I was told that it was set up that way so I would be influenced to get a college education. The fund saw to it that I had a car, an apartment on campus (anywhere else and the fund wouldn't cover it) and that I could concentrate on my studies since I wouldn't have to work. Anyway, Staci flatly refused to ever set foot inside of my apartment and I could never figure out why.

But things change. Staci stopped putting it out there for me. I found out later that she had given Brad an ultimatum.

"You eat my pussy or you don't get any more of it."

I guess he decided that he wanted to hang on to her. They eventually got married and while I didn't give them five years (Staci was a real bitch – at least to me) they are still going after twenty. At family functions she still treats me like she barely knows me, but what the hell; she did serve a purpose at one time in my life.

But I digress. When Staci dropped me I was upset because my steady supply of pussy was gone and I didn't have anything else going at the time. I was dating a couple of girls, but wasn't having any luck as far as the sexual sweepstakes went.

The one day at school I saw Traci sitting alone and I remembered her comment from way back and I thought, "What the hell; why not" and I went over to her table and sat down. She looked up from the notes she was studying, saw it was me and got a "Why the fuck are you sitting there?" look on her face. I didn't have anything to lose so I just said:

"Had your pussy eaten lately?"

Her face screwed up and she was a nano-second from exploding on me when I said:

"Don't go getting all pissy on me. I heard what you told Staci that day when I came over and she asked you if you wanted to watch from the closet. You asked her to let you know when she was ready to dump me because you wanted your pussy eaten also. Staci dumped me so the question is have you had your pussy eaten lately. If not do you want to have it eaten? Think on it and give me a call."

I started to get up and she said, "Wait." I sat back down and Traci said, "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. Same deal I had with Staci. If I eat it I get to fuck it. No strings attached."

She looked at me like I was from another planet. "You are! You are serious!"

"Like I said – absolutely."

"I have something I need to do after class, but I'll be home by seven."

"See you then."

Staci and Traci shared a two bedroom apartment off campus and they had some kind of arrangement where they let each other know when they were 'entertaining" so I'd never seen Traci when I'd stopped by to do her sister. There system must have broken down because when I got there at seven and rang the door bell it was Staci that opened the door. She saw that it was me and said:

"What the fuck do you want?"

Traci walked up behind her and said, "He's with me" and she took me by the arm and led me to her bedroom. We got naked and Traci got on the bed and spread her legs wide and said:

"Do it!"

I did it until she said, "Enough. Fuck me now."

It was uncanny how alike the sisters were. Not just in looks but in temperament. Traci had the exact same attitude that Staci had. I was nothing more than an instrument for their satisfaction, but what the hell, it worked for me.

When Traci and I were done and I walked out of the bedroom Staci was on the couch reading and she glanced up at me as I headed for the door. Her facial expression fairly screamed "Asshole!" and I just smiled at her, licked my lips and left.

I got together with Traci on the average of twice a week for the next four months and then she stopped telling me to come over, but by then it didn't matter.

I'd found Amanda.

When I walked her to her door after our first date she turned and offered me her lips for a kiss and then her arms went around my neck and the kiss had steam coming out of my ears. When the kiss ended Mandy touched my cheek with her hand, said "Call me" and then went inside.

The second date we made out for nearly a half hour and fogged up the windows of my car. On our third date she slid over next to me when we got out of the movie and put her hand on my leg as she said:

"How long are we going to dance around what we both really want to do?"

She was surprised when the first thing I did was go down on her. It was only natural for me since it was the way of it with Staci and Traci and by then it was just habit. Then Mandy surprised the hell out of me when she said, "My turn" and went down on me. There aren't words enough in the dictionary to describe your first blow job so I won't even bother trying. Suffice to say that Mandy earned my undying gratitude and the guarantee that I would never lose her phone number.

We made love and then Mandy introduced me to the magic number – sixty-nine. Mandy and I hit it heavy for three weeks and by then I was starting to act like she was my steady girl friend which is when she pulled me up short.

"I like you a lot sweetie, but we are not forever. I like variety and sooner or later I'll be moving on to someone different. I'm not a girl who can ever be happy with just one man. Let's be happy with what we have while we have it."

We lasted another three months before she told me that she was moving on.

So there was the first part of what came to be my beliefs on the subject of love and sex. Staci, Traci and Mandy all proved to me that you could enjoy sex without love. The sex that I got from the three of them also demonstrated to me that sex was a physical need. I got irritable and frustrated if I went too long without.

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Agatha solidified the second part; that you could have love without sex. I first saw Aggie at a frat party. For me it was the classic case of love at first sight. As soon as I saw her my heart started beating faster and I knew – absolutely knew! – that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

The problem was that she was someone else's date. We weren't introduced, but I never let myself get to far from her and I rarely took my eyes off of her. I didn't think she noticed, but of course she did.

Maybe three hours into the party I had to go to the bathroom and when I came out she and her date were gone. I asked several people who she was and all any of them could say was that she was Phil's date. I seriously thought of asking how I could get in touch with Phil so I could ask him about his date, but good sense prevailed and I settled for finding out as much about Phil as I could. I found out what classes he took, some of his likes and dislikes and what his extracurricular activities were. My plan was to try to be where Phil was and hope to see him with Aggie and then try and find some way to meet her. I spent days gathering information and in the end it was all a waste of time. I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria when a voice said:

"May I join you?"

I looked up and into the eyes of Agatha Marie Cornwell. I stood and stammered out a "Please do."

She smiled at me as she sat down and then she said, "My name is Aggie and you are the guy who stared at me for hours at the frat party."

"Guilty as charged. I'm Rob."

"I know. I've asked around about you. So, what is it about me that had you staring at me?"

Well, she wanted to know so I told her. She laughed at me. "You can't be serious. That is an old wives tale; nothing like that ever happens for real."