A week had passed since our wedding night, and still, our intimacies stayed like that. We did not go beyond making out and heavy petting, and I could not understand why. Every time I felt we were about to do it, he would stop and dress me up. I justified his behavior as an act of thoughtfulness and consideration. Perhaps, he did not want me to get scared. He knew about my upbringing, and he probably decided that we should not hurry things out. We would have the whole lifetime to do it, anyway.
One afternoon, as I was arranging our things into our new matrimonial house, my phone vibrated. I put down the set of figurines and picked up my phone. It was a text message from Ara, my best friend.
"Yen, can you please come over? I want to introduce you to my friend from Japan."
Since her house was only a few blocks away, I agreed. In less than a few minutes, I already saw Ara's wide and teasing smile. However, she did not have the time to mock me.
"Come, hurry up. She's waiting."
Ara held my hand and dragged me towards the house next to hers. It was huge and beautiful, featuring one of the designs of modern houses. A helper greeted us and opened the gate, ushering us right away into the house.
"Ara, is this Yen? Your best friend?"
Ara turned her head and smiled at me. I was walking behind her when we entered the living room.
"Yen, this is Maezy, my close friend in the neighborhood. However, we seldom see each other because she's always on travel."
"Hi, ma'am! Glad to meet you. Ara always talks about you," I said, letting out a wide smile. Although Maezy looked kind and polite, giving us her radiant smile, I still felt intimidated by her refined movements and how she carried herself. She looked too elegant but unapproachable. Judging from her features, I could tell she was still in her mid-twenties.
"Shut up, don't call me that. I have a name, and it's Maezy!" She laughed, and that laughter took off my first impression of her.
"Ara, Yen, let me introduce my husband to you through these frames," Maezy stood up and led us to the shelves which had her husband's photo frame.
"I first met him through an online dating site. When James and I took a vacation in Tokyo, I agreed to meet him. And in a matter of a few days, we got married."
I saw Ara gasping, making Maezy laugh. I did not understand what was happening, so I just smiled, keeping myself in place.
Who was James, her ex-husband? Her boyfriend?
"He's already 40 years old, but age doesn't matter in love as long as he has two G's." Maezy laughed again, and Ara and I stared at her in confusion.
"Two G's means two big words. One G for gold, and the other G for genitals. Alright?"
Ara giggled loudly, and Maezy slapped her shoulder gently, pointing her lips at me.
"Don't worry. She's already married, just a week ago."
"Oh, Yen. How was your wedding night? Were you able to walk the next day?" She winked at me and threw me a seductive smile.
I just smiled back, but my hand crept to Ara's side, pinching an inch of her fatty tissues. Don't get me wrong. She may be a little chubby, but she was beautiful and shapely. It was my way of telling her to keep her mouth shut. She giggled louder but rolled her eyes when I stole a glance at her.
Maezy then led us upstairs into her bedroom. My mouth hung open when my eyes fell at the two oil paintings on the wall. Those were paintings of two nude couples on heavy petting. And to my great shock, I realized that Maezy was the woman, and the man was Mr. Kim!
"My old man likes that," she said, pointing a finger on those two huge frames, "it turns him on."
I looked at Ara with my surprised reaction, and her eyes also widened. She apparently didn't expect that the woman Mr. Kim got married to was none other but her close friend! All she knew was that Maezy went to Japan to be with her boyfriend.
I then got confused. Since she married Mr. Kim, did it mean she broke up with that James she mentioned?
"Maez, you got married to Mr. Kim?" Ara's eyes almost popped out from their sockets.
"You know my old man?"
I got amazed at how easily those words came out of her mouth. Maybe because she knew that I was already married and that Ara was living with her boyfriend. Yet, I felt sick at the way she described her husband. The man in the painting was not old at all. He even possessed the looks of the man in my dreams. Sadly, there are some things not meant for us.
"These are my secret," Maezy continued, pulling out a drawer that revealed different sizes and shapes of what looked like sets of silicon tools.
My eyes widened when Maezy pulled out one of them that resembled the shape and size of a penis. "This is my favorite. It feels like the real one."
Then, she pulled out another one. "And this one is a wand vibrator, in case you do not know."
"Seriously, Maez? What happens to your husband's big G that you still need to use this?"
Maezy smiled and held Ara's chin. "My dear, sex is an art. Wealthy men get bored with vanilla girls. So, as a wife, you should not lose yourself to a mistress who uses all tricks to seduce a man."
Damn it, what does she mean by vanilla girls?
Goosebumps spread all over me as I listened to them. My mind couldn't grasp yet the full essence of being a married woman that Maezy was talking about. Ara stared at her without blinking, encouraging Maezy to proceed to her demonstration.
"These here are called clitoral vibrators. Look, these come in different shapes and sizes," Maezy picked up two of those in the set and showed them to us. "These sides around here will clamp to your labia, so the vibration goes directly to your button. And this one here hugs your clit directly."
I looked away to distract myself. I would surely die if they would see and notice something in my expression. I was turned on. And I even started to hate Zed for being too slow. I was one in a million women who remained a technical virgin a week after the wedding.
My attention dragged again to Maezy when I heard her continue her explanation. "If you want the sense of full, penile penetration, here's the monster size. You call it a dildo."
I got horrified when I looked at the size, imagining what Zed's possession looked like. I never dared to look at him fully, nor did he allow me to look at him. He only allowed me to hold him, but we did it under the covers. I no longer listened to them as Maezy continued discussing cock rings, G-spot stimulators, and many others. All I wanted was to go home and be with my husband.
Later that night, Zed finally positioned himself between my legs. I felt the head of his thing slowly entering my dripping territory. Just as he made his first thrust, I screamed.
"No, please. It hurts."
To my relief, he did not insist. He pulled his shaft out and let me hold it, helping him rub it up and down until spurts of fluid burst into my thighs.
My husband was not successful in his entry. It was so painful that I felt I would bleed to death if he forced me. I had broken into stages of orgasm during the foreplay, but all the pleasure disappeared when his head hit my entrance. I was trembling and sweating, and suddenly I didn't want him to touch me."It's excruciating at first," he said, "but most of the women say that an extreme pleasure will follow.""I know, but I can't take it," I protested; I didn't even believe the sense of pleasure would happen after a few days, not until my wound would heal."Okay, we will try again next time," he said, and I hugged him tightly, moved by his thoughtfulness.My thoughts then drifted to an incident in the past when two college lovers rushed into the hospital where I worked as the head accountant. I was in the admitting office when the in-charge interviewed the boyfriend who processed their admission."Sir, can I have my downpayment later? We were in a
Four months had passed. I attended a Marriage Encounter Seminar, and I was their resource speaker for the women on behalf of my husband. He had another speaking engagement as a motivational speaker, so I came to his rescue. The conflict was not Zed's fault, but the company for changing the schedule at the eleventh hour. We were both relieved that the organizer agreed on the alternative plan, only to learn later that the event was for Kim Yuan Microelectronic's another teambuilding activity.This was what Mr. Kim talked about when we were at the resort. I was glad that he still remembered it.However, the organizer arranged the schedule directly with Zed and not through me. Perhaps, he was avoiding me.Zed specialized in personal development training, highlighting the importance of changing one's mindset towards a better lifestyle and higher financial standing. He got lots of appointments, especially from companies that promoted team-building and companies speciali
It felt like my bottom was antsy that I couldn't stay in a single position a minute. I got so nervous about having to spread my legs in front of a doctor. I never considered my still being a virgin a problem until Ara made it appear grave in front of her friend. Mitch turned out to be not just a doctor but a specialist in the fields of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Mitch was ten years Ara's senior, but they were close friends in their provincial hometown."Ma'am Yen Ramos, please follow me," Dr. Mitch's secretary called out from the doorway of another room. I was in a sitting room of her clinic, and on the wall across from me were closed doors leading to inspection rooms.Once I was inside the room, she led me to a hydraulic OB Delivery Table. Just seeing the leg holder where I had to place each of my legs in a widespread position made me nervous.I found it hard to imagine that someone else, other than my husband, would look at my genitals in full view
My eyes widened in shock. "Edible panties? Is there something like that? And how is it related to my problem?"Ara giggled harder at my innocence that she almost rolled to the floor. I was in her place because I couldn't afford to talk about being frigid in the house. Zed was there, and I didn't want to disappoint him with the news.Am I really frigid? Why do I get turned on quickly? The only problem wasmy fear every time the huge head of my husband's cock banged into my tight orifice."My gracious lady, close your eyes," Ara said as she pushed me to the couch that had my back leaning on the cushiony backrest."Imagine yourself wearing edible panties. You spread your leg wide, then let Zed lick and suck the candy crotch while his hands are kneading your tits. After that candy crotch dissolves in his mouth, can you imagine what part he would lick and suck next?"I slapped my head and slumped on the couch, rolling my eyes. "Why should it be tha
Zed froze for a while as he realized what I was doing. Probably, it never occurred to him that I could do this. He had known me for seven years, and every time we kissed before the marriage, I was always on guard. All I wanted was to uphold our belief that we should only do sexwithin the marriage bond. And that it would be the priceless gift we would give ourselves during our first wedding night.He gazed at my chocolate-covered cunt for a while, torturing me with the wait. The moment his hands held my knees and spread my thighs apart, I closed my eyes. Soon, the delay that seemed like an eternity ended. I then felt his tongue licking the chocolate cream in a slow but sensual way.I trembled in pleasure and excitement as I felt the chocolate layer thinned out. I giggled as I got tickled, my fingers grasping Zed's hair.In a few moments, I could alreadyfeel the direct touch of his tongue on my labia. My toes curled, wanting him to probe deeper. I moan
"What else does she say?" Zed pressed on when I went silent. I just couldn't believe we finally did it. He was inside me, and I felt my slit stretched out badly to accommodate his fullness. "She said we should open our minds to it and learn more." "Including this." I got up and reached for my phone. Flipping directly to Ara's messages, I opened the links she sent me. I showed it to Zed and his eyes narrowed instantly as his eyes landed on the couple in the video on a heated sexual activity. He did not speak for a while as he watched the man licking on a woman's cunt. The next moment, the scene changed, and the woman crawled on fours, and the man was behind her, banging his rod onto hers, his hands holding her bottom. "Do you like to watch this?" Zed asked, and I noticed that his eyes turned dark with desire. I did not answer because it still felt awkward to watch videos such as that. We were not comfortable yet in talking about sex and
"Congratulations!" Dr. Mitch extended her hand to me with a wide grin on her face. I was sitting across her desk while she opened the folder that contained my official transvaginal ultrasound reading, as well as my urine and serum pregnancy test results. Of course, I did my pregnancy test at home using two different kits. Still, since I was too excited that I wouldn't want a false positive result, I chose to go to a diagnostics and laboratory center for confirmation. I stared at her with wide eyes, wanting to be sure that this was not a dream. "You're pregnant! Are you not happy?" I finally let out a smile, followed by a giggle. "Doc, I can't believe it. The last time I was here-" "So, you did it," Dr. Mitch cut me off. "I understand you both come from a conservative family, but you should put it into your mind that sex is something to be cherished by married couples. It's yours to explore, enjoy, indulge, and learn the art of it." I j
I couldn't wait to go home and tell Zed about the news. I was sure he would be as ecstatic as I was in learning that we were already pregnant. Seeing his car in the garage, I rushed inside, and as soon as I saw him on the couch, I squealed. "Zed!" He turned to look at me and stood up immediately, meeting me halfway. I threw my head around his neck, and he tilted my chin for a quick kiss on the lips. "You look so happy. What is it?" I broke away from his embrace and held his hand, pulling him towards the couch. "Guess what?" "If I can guess, what will be the prize?" "Ask, and it shall be given," I laughed as I imitated a common spiritual line. He lifted the hem of my dress, and it opened easily since I was wearing an A-Line cut. His hand then slipped under the garter of my black lace undies, tracing the line beneath my mons. I gasped as it sent impulses into my skin, triggering a wave of pleasure from within. "Th