The John and Cathy Story
John and I met and dated for well over a year before marrying.  We did not have sex in the beginning of our relationship. I thought it had to do with his up bring in the Church, later I realize it had more to do with John's small cock.  We dated and John is quite the charmer so needless to say he had me falling for him in no time.   I thought life was great, here was this wonderful guy who was totally devoted to me, showering me with presents and never seemed bothered by the fact that I was well, less than a virgin.  How could life get any better! It couldn't, but it did change.  John and I finally made love. What a night, and no honey rockets did not go off and I did not feel the earth move. Hell to be honest I did not feel him.  I remember being disappointed when I say his cock. But hey we are taught that size does not matter, we are taught that if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all. And that is just what I did, I said nothing and neither did John, at least not at first. That night we attempted to please each other.  I succeeded, John did not. While yes we did officially have intercourse, believe me, it was a very short experience. That is probably the best thing I can say about that night, it was a very short experience.  John apologized of course and ate my pussy before and after fucking me, which I thought was different. He was the first guy who actually ate my pussy after he had fucked me.  He did an awesome job of taking care of me orally. but still the actually fuck time was as short as his dick(4 1/2 minute and 4 1/2 inches) I have to laugh here because I remember John saying later "hey, I was pacing myself, I wanted to shot when I entered your pussy."  But even though that night was "less than perfect", I had already fallen for John.   I thought I could learn to deal with more oral and less fucking.  Now do you want to know how stupid I am,  I was still fucking Marcus on the side, occasionally.  So why would I think just saying vows would make me not want to be fucked anymore???  I have no clue, I just thought, man, how many chances is a girl like me going to meet a guy like John. He does not have a problem with my pass, he adores me. I would be stupid to pass him up.  To make a long story short, we married about 6 months after our "first time".  We only attempted full intercourse about 3 more times before we married, however he ate me out all the time, and he would always give me something afterwards.  An orgasm and a present, I was in Heaven, at least for awhile.   Marcus and I had cooled our jets, he lived out of town and manage to make it back less and less. So things were calm the first couple of months of the marriage. We had a great wedding and a romantic honeymoon. But I must say I still missed "the fuck".     There is a lot more to this story, including the fact that I am John's second wife, which plays key into our lifestyle,  John's arriving home early one day and our big decisions.   If you want to know the rest well then you will have to call.   John and I have been married now for just over 11 years and there have been awesome memories and nights of tears.  I would not give up John for anything but  I do love the humiliation and intimidation that I give him.  We compliment each other, he is submissive and I am dominate. He loves being humiliated and I love humiliating him. Some think I am cruel, John knows it is love.