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Sex with stephanie username and password

Sex with stephanie username and password

Thanks for dropping by. This is my first ever story, here or anywhere, so I hope you like it. Please note that it is not a real story, it is written in Literotica World reality, not the real world reality you live in, so you may need to suspend your beliefs a bit.

It is solely for entertainment and I hope some do enjoy it for that. Stephanie was actually 4 months older than me, so at times in our future, there was the odd reference to cradle snatching which always got me a jab in the ribs or a punch in the arm with a pouty look of disdain.

It was always cute and always followed by a cheeky grin and a 'respect your elders young man' type comment. From the outset we got on like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that locked together perfectly. We dated for almost 18 months before I popped the question and asked her to be my wife.

During that time, our relationship only got better. Sexually we were incredibly compatible. We experimented, we explored and we tasted a variety of sexual pleasures. Sure, we found somethings we agreed to never try again, but all in all, it was more fun than not.

The main caveat that I placed on things, was that we were totally exclusive to each other and would never include any one else in our sexual lives, to which Stephanie whole heartedly agreed. In the midst of all this exploration and experimentation, we discovered a mutual love for anal play, which seemed to develop into some role playing, especially on Stephanie's part, more so once we were married.

Once every couple of months she would want me to be her little 'bitch-boy' as she liked to call me. This involved me, her, and a modest sized strap-on, which she use to enjoy watching me suck before lubing me up and pounding away at my arse. Just to be clear, I am not gay. I have no interest in men, I do not find them attractive, and I have never, ever had any thoughts about being with one.

I just enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability, and the heightened level of complete trust in my beautiful partner during these times. And I suppose the way she stimulated my prostate didn't seem to hurt too much either.

Don't worry, she let me have her arse as many, possibly even more times than she had mine, so I wasn't unhappy. Stephanie simply put, is beautiful. Not in a model sort of way, but in that wholesome and sweet, clear skinned, symmetrically faced, sparkling hazel eyed, pouty lipped, girl next door sort of way. Her smile is dazzling to me and always makes me smile in return. She stands at a smidge over 5'6", and I better never forget that smidge, haha.

She has long auburn hair that reaches half way down her back and always seems so light and glossy. The most outstanding physical aspect of her, are her breasts. My god, I have never seen anyone with such naturally perfect round and firm breasts than her. Neither of us were virgins when we met, and we had both been with a few lovers, but no-one matched Stephanie in that department.

They were glorious C cups and if it wasn't for the fact that I knew they were real, I would have thought them fake. Just perfection, that she loved to show off to me in tight tops with no bra's etc. Steph was slim, but still had nicely rounded hips and a smooth full and round arse, that did at times, enjoy being spanked. Myself, I'm still hitting the gym 3 times a week trying to keep the former athlete's body I developed in school.

Now it's cross-fit and boxing, with some mountain bike riding with Steph and some friends on the odd weekend that we can all get our schedules together.

I'm a lean 6'2" tall and have short dark hair. Blue eyes, a decent smile and as all my girlfriends have said, a cheekily handsome face. I'm not even sure what that means, but I will run with it. I'm not carrying a lot of excess fat and watch what I eat, most of the time. Hey, sometimes a double stack cheeseburger, chips and gravy with a choc milkshake just needs to be eaten, ok.

With all my training, I am pretty strong and fit and have some good definition. There is the hint of a six-pack, but, damn the allure of that burger and fries. Oh well, maybe someday. Like most guys in my age group, I have a pretty strong sex drive, and it seemed to have matched perfectly with Steph from the outset.

The first time she got me naked, she was more than happy with what was hidden in my pants. Her screams as I stretched her tight little pussy for the first time would have woken the dead. Thank god we were at my place, which has luckily been built with a little privacy in mind and noise reduction materials used.

It was one of the reasons I bought the place. I've been to friends places where you could practically hear the next door neighbour breathing. When my sister Jodie and I were 17, yes twins, our Grandfather died of heart disease. It wasn't a shock really, as he'd been sick for a couple of rough years before the end. I loved my Grandpa, and made it a point to visit him at least once a week.

Mum and Jodie were there as much as they could be, but he seemed to like having me visit even more. I got the feeling that, in her love for him, my Mum fussed over him too much and in his pride it annoyed him. He would always chat to me about the family and school and girls. He loved talking about all the 'sweet little things' in my life. He was a bit of a dirty old man in the end, but it was all for fun.

I guess he was beginning to accept all the things he will miss when he was gone. Hearing him talk about past loves and his life experiences, made me appreciate my own life a little more I hope.

After his death, and at the reading of the will, he had left his estate to my sister and I as he was the only one left in his family. I was shocked that Mum and Dad didn't get anything other than a few personal mementos. But they knew and were totally fine with it. My parents were close to 50 by then and had everything they could need. House, cars, money in the bank and no debt to worry about. My sister decided to spend some, new car, holiday, new clothes, that sort of thing, and save some to pay for college and hopefully have enough to get herself established later on.

I sat on the money for a while and just thought about it for a couple of years. After getting a job as a Risk Assessor for a well known Insurance company, I took the plunge and bought a really nice 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom, open plan apartment on the 3rd floor of a well built block, in a good area with decent security.

The best part was the balcony off the main bedroom that overlooked a park beyond some low lying homes across the road. Naturally Mum and Dad were very pleased, and on her initial visit, I'm sure Jodie was a bit jealous. She did arrive in her new car, wearing a new watch and clothes, chatting into her new phone, carrying her new bag, oh hell, you get the idea, so I wasn't too concerned for her.

After about 8 months of dating, Stephanie had practically moved in, so we decided to make it official and she moved out of her parents place and into mine. We had never discussed the apartment or its ownership etc before she moved in, so when Stephanie asked what the rent was so she knew how much her share was, I was a little shocked.

When I told her I owned the place, it was her turn to be shocked. We sat for a while and I explained about my Grandfather and the inheritance and to her credit, Steph squeezed my hand and told me she was sorry about what happened. I have no idea why this never came up in the past, I guess I have always been a live more in the moment type, more so since Grandpa died.

So discussing what has gone before just never seemed that important unless someone asked, and obviously, Steph had never asked. Steph knew my sister and my parents, and I knew her parents and her brothers, who if they were older, may have been able to intimidate me when they said I had 'better not hurt their sister, or else'.

I think they were 12 and 14 at the time, but I appreciated their protectiveness and assured them I wouldn't. As I have said, about 10 months after that we were engaged.

Our lives together were just perfect, I was doing well at work and was in line for a promotion. Apparently my attention to detail and ability to ignore the sometimes hostile clientele was noticed and well received by my boss.

Stephanie did a part time business course online whilst working for an accounting firm in the city as an accounts assistant.

Steph, and both our Mothers, also managed to plan and execute a fantastic wedding and reception about 5 months after we were engaged. All our friends and family were there and we had a great night before we took off to the Maldives for a 2 week honeymoon. What a place to experience. Amazing huts over the water, swimming in crystal clear waters, skiing, snorkelling, scuba diving, and the most gorgeous woman in the world right there with me.

When we returned, we slipped seamlessly into marital bliss. We had dinner parties, we visited friends, we took holidays together, we hung out as the great friends we were.

We made love regularly and expressed that love deeply and passionately. We discussed having a family, how many kids we wanted, agreeing on 2, and when would be a good time to start. Stephanie had passed her business courses easily and this helped her get a promotion to an assistant Manager position, with the subsequent pay increase of course.

Things were going along as good as anyone could expect for two 25yo's. One thing that started making me uncomfortable, was when Stephanie surprised me one evening with a feeldoe instead of the strap-on we had been using up until then. The weeks leading up to this 'surprise' had seen an increase in Stephanie wanting to roleplay with me being her 'bitch-boy' as she liked to call me. The reason for my discomfort was that we had never, in the 5 years we had been together, ever bought a sex toy without even a cursory discussion so we were both in the loop.

When I raised this point, Stephanie simply stood there a little confused and asked what the difference was and then pointed out the bulb end that would be inside her pussy giving her pleasure as well. We'll both love it, you'll see" I was annoyed, but I loved my wife and I could see how excited and horny she was so I let it go.

For the next week and a half, that's all she wanted to do. This stupid role play where I'm her, 'little bitch boy', 'sissy slut', which really made me cringe and get annoyed, or 'I love fucking your little man pussy'.

Then there were the lusty comments like, 'I bet you'd love to be sucking a real cock wouldn't you?

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Sex with stephanie username and password

Thanks for dropping by. This is my first ever story, here or anywhere, so I hope you like it. Please note that it is not a real story, it is written in Literotica World reality, not the real world reality you live in, so you may need to suspend your beliefs a bit. It is solely for entertainment and I hope some do enjoy it for that. Stephanie was actually 4 months older than me, so at times in our future, there was the odd reference to cradle snatching which always got me a jab in the ribs or a punch in the arm with a pouty look of disdain.

It was always cute and always followed by a cheeky grin and a 'respect your elders young man' type comment. From the outset we got on like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that locked together perfectly. We dated for almost 18 months before I popped the question and asked her to be my wife.

During that time, our relationship only got better. Sexually we were incredibly compatible. We experimented, we explored and we tasted a variety of sexual pleasures. Sure, we found somethings we agreed to never try again, but all in all, it was more fun than not. The main caveat that I placed on things, was that we were totally exclusive to each other and would never include any one else in our sexual lives, to which Stephanie whole heartedly agreed.

In the midst of all this exploration and experimentation, we discovered a mutual love for anal play, which seemed to develop into some role playing, especially on Stephanie's part, more so once we were married. Once every couple of months she would want me to be her little 'bitch-boy' as she liked to call me.

This involved me, her, and a modest sized strap-on, which she use to enjoy watching me suck before lubing me up and pounding away at my arse. Just to be clear, I am not gay. I have no interest in men, I do not find them attractive, and I have never, ever had any thoughts about being with one. I just enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability, and the heightened level of complete trust in my beautiful partner during these times. And I suppose the way she stimulated my prostate didn't seem to hurt too much either.

Don't worry, she let me have her arse as many, possibly even more times than she had mine, so I wasn't unhappy. Stephanie simply put, is beautiful. Not in a model sort of way, but in that wholesome and sweet, clear skinned, symmetrically faced, sparkling hazel eyed, pouty lipped, girl next door sort of way. Her smile is dazzling to me and always makes me smile in return.

She stands at a smidge over 5'6", and I better never forget that smidge, haha. She has long auburn hair that reaches half way down her back and always seems so light and glossy.

The most outstanding physical aspect of her, are her breasts. My god, I have never seen anyone with such naturally perfect round and firm breasts than her.

Neither of us were virgins when we met, and we had both been with a few lovers, but no-one matched Stephanie in that department. They were glorious C cups and if it wasn't for the fact that I knew they were real, I would have thought them fake. Just perfection, that she loved to show off to me in tight tops with no bra's etc. Steph was slim, but still had nicely rounded hips and a smooth full and round arse, that did at times, enjoy being spanked.

Myself, I'm still hitting the gym 3 times a week trying to keep the former athlete's body I developed in school. Now it's cross-fit and boxing, with some mountain bike riding with Steph and some friends on the odd weekend that we can all get our schedules together.

I'm a lean 6'2" tall and have short dark hair. Blue eyes, a decent smile and as all my girlfriends have said, a cheekily handsome face.

I'm not even sure what that means, but I will run with it. I'm not carrying a lot of excess fat and watch what I eat, most of the time. Hey, sometimes a double stack cheeseburger, chips and gravy with a choc milkshake just needs to be eaten, ok. With all my training, I am pretty strong and fit and have some good definition. There is the hint of a six-pack, but, damn the allure of that burger and fries. Oh well, maybe someday. Like most guys in my age group, I have a pretty strong sex drive, and it seemed to have matched perfectly with Steph from the outset.

The first time she got me naked, she was more than happy with what was hidden in my pants. Her screams as I stretched her tight little pussy for the first time would have woken the dead.

Thank god we were at my place, which has luckily been built with a little privacy in mind and noise reduction materials used. It was one of the reasons I bought the place. I've been to friends places where you could practically hear the next door neighbour breathing.

When my sister Jodie and I were 17, yes twins, our Grandfather died of heart disease. It wasn't a shock really, as he'd been sick for a couple of rough years before the end. I loved my Grandpa, and made it a point to visit him at least once a week. Mum and Jodie were there as much as they could be, but he seemed to like having me visit even more.

I got the feeling that, in her love for him, my Mum fussed over him too much and in his pride it annoyed him. He would always chat to me about the family and school and girls. He loved talking about all the 'sweet little things' in my life. He was a bit of a dirty old man in the end, but it was all for fun. I guess he was beginning to accept all the things he will miss when he was gone. Hearing him talk about past loves and his life experiences, made me appreciate my own life a little more I hope.

After his death, and at the reading of the will, he had left his estate to my sister and I as he was the only one left in his family. I was shocked that Mum and Dad didn't get anything other than a few personal mementos.

But they knew and were totally fine with it. My parents were close to 50 by then and had everything they could need. House, cars, money in the bank and no debt to worry about. My sister decided to spend some, new car, holiday, new clothes, that sort of thing, and save some to pay for college and hopefully have enough to get herself established later on.

I sat on the money for a while and just thought about it for a couple of years. After getting a job as a Risk Assessor for a well known Insurance company, I took the plunge and bought a really nice 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom, open plan apartment on the 3rd floor of a well built block, in a good area with decent security.

The best part was the balcony off the main bedroom that overlooked a park beyond some low lying homes across the road. Naturally Mum and Dad were very pleased, and on her initial visit, I'm sure Jodie was a bit jealous. She did arrive in her new car, wearing a new watch and clothes, chatting into her new phone, carrying her new bag, oh hell, you get the idea, so I wasn't too concerned for her.

After about 8 months of dating, Stephanie had practically moved in, so we decided to make it official and she moved out of her parents place and into mine. We had never discussed the apartment or its ownership etc before she moved in, so when Stephanie asked what the rent was so she knew how much her share was, I was a little shocked. When I told her I owned the place, it was her turn to be shocked. We sat for a while and I explained about my Grandfather and the inheritance and to her credit, Steph squeezed my hand and told me she was sorry about what happened.

I have no idea why this never came up in the past, I guess I have always been a live more in the moment type, more so since Grandpa died. So discussing what has gone before just never seemed that important unless someone asked, and obviously, Steph had never asked. Steph knew my sister and my parents, and I knew her parents and her brothers, who if they were older, may have been able to intimidate me when they said I had 'better not hurt their sister, or else'. I think they were 12 and 14 at the time, but I appreciated their protectiveness and assured them I wouldn't.

As I have said, about 10 months after that we were engaged. Our lives together were just perfect, I was doing well at work and was in line for a promotion. Apparently my attention to detail and ability to ignore the sometimes hostile clientele was noticed and well received by my boss. Stephanie did a part time business course online whilst working for an accounting firm in the city as an accounts assistant.

Steph, and both our Mothers, also managed to plan and execute a fantastic wedding and reception about 5 months after we were engaged. All our friends and family were there and we had a great night before we took off to the Maldives for a 2 week honeymoon. What a place to experience. Amazing huts over the water, swimming in crystal clear waters, skiing, snorkelling, scuba diving, and the most gorgeous woman in the world right there with me. When we returned, we slipped seamlessly into marital bliss.

We had dinner parties, we visited friends, we took holidays together, we hung out as the great friends we were. We made love regularly and expressed that love deeply and passionately. We discussed having a family, how many kids we wanted, agreeing on 2, and when would be a good time to start.

Stephanie had passed her business courses easily and this helped her get a promotion to an assistant Manager position, with the subsequent pay increase of course. Things were going along as good as anyone could expect for two 25yo's.

One thing that started making me uncomfortable, was when Stephanie surprised me one evening with a feeldoe instead of the strap-on we had been using up until then. The weeks leading up to this 'surprise' had seen an increase in Stephanie wanting to roleplay with me being her 'bitch-boy' as she liked to call me. The reason for my discomfort was that we had never, in the 5 years we had been together, ever bought a sex toy without even a cursory discussion so we were both in the loop.

When I raised this point, Stephanie simply stood there a little confused and asked what the difference was and then pointed out the bulb end that would be inside her pussy giving her pleasure as well. We'll both love it, you'll see" I was annoyed, but I loved my wife and I could see how excited and horny she was so I let it go. For the next week and a half, that's all she wanted to do. This stupid role play where I'm her, 'little bitch boy', 'sissy slut', which really made me cringe and get annoyed, or 'I love fucking your little man pussy'.

Then there were the lusty comments like, 'I bet you'd love to be sucking a real cock wouldn't you?

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  1. When we returned, we slipped seamlessly into marital bliss. She stands at a smidge over 5'6", and I better never forget that smidge, haha.

  2. Dinner was fantastic, one of my favourites, and we had a lot of flirting and laughter during it.

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