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You've Done This Before!
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You've Done This Before!  I should point out that my wife almost never wore underwear --- bra or panties. She didn't need the former because despite their size (38 c) she was very firm, and she hated the latter. Still that night we were going to the theater and she wanted to wear a high necked tight black top and a slinky black skirt and without underwear she might as well have gone naked (not that she wouldn't have, she was half an exhibitionist to begin with). It was a great romantic night, dinner and drinks, the theater, champagne, and by the time we pointed the taxi home we were having trouble keeping our clothes on. We entered the house from the garage for some reason, got about three feet into the kitchen and I took her by the waist, swung her around and kissed her. Through absolutely no skill of my own she had an orgasm whenever I kissed her seriously. She barely let me peck her at our wedding because she didn't want to have one in church in front if the minister and both our mothers. They weren't around that night. She was the type that started coming out of her clothes as soon as we got out of the car --- sometimes in the car. She had already come out of her high heels and was barefoot in thigh high hose when I took her in my arms. The kiss lasted a long time, and my hands wandered as it did, slipping under the slinky top of the outfit to loosen her bra with my left hand and slipping it off because it had adjustable straps. Meanwhile my right hand had traveled south, up her leg beneath the slinky skirt and it only took a tug for the black lace thong to scamper down her long legs and puddle around her feet. A slight adjustment of position and she had stepped right out of them. She broke away before we could go further, told me to fix us a drink and announced she had to pee and get out of those clothes. She left the room and I draped the black bra and panties over the back of a chair. I hadn't even put the ice out when I heard her saying something as she was coming back. I didn't really understand what she was saying until she reached the kitchen in nothing but pearls and thigh high black stockings. "I could have sworn I wore under..." Then she spotted the bra and panties across the back of the chair. Quite a few emotions raced across her face at that moment, but ended on a slightly sarcastic smile at which point she announced in a voice both impressed and just a little piqued: "You've done this before." The truth is most of the time women want to know we've donethis or that before. They don't want details --- usually --- and they don't want names, but they do want the experience. The problem is they can't help but ask where you learned that. Savants are rare in sex, and they wouldn't believe it if it was true. Guys aren't much better. We appreciate experience and skill, but we don't want to think about where you got it. It's part of the game. Certainly for those of us on here. We know we all have history, and we want to know about it, but we still like to ourselves we would be the one she never forgot. And that can be true. Even if you aren't the best you can be the most attentive, caring, or playful. With any luck 'You've done this before.' can be the best thing you ever hear. Even if she's done this before as well.  Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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