I met the man of my dreams, any sane woman's dreams, when I was 19 and inexperienced. I had just started on pill, on the advice of a girlfriend to help my tits grow bigger. He was 35 and not much more experienced. He had spent his early years building a successful business; his experience with women was limited. For me, it was love and lust at first sight. He was handsome and well built. As I soon found out, he also had a thick 9 inch cock. I was in my first year at university. I ran into him literally in the library. He came around the corner fast and knocked my books from my arms. I fell against a shelving unit and scratched my forehead. As he picked me and my books up, he noticed I was bleeding. He took me to the water cooler and washed the blood from my face. Although I was understandably shaken, I was mesmerized by him. When I couldn't speak, he assumed that I was just shocked at the mild trauma. He suggested that I recover at the nearby coffee shop. All I could do was nod in agreement. For the first time in my life, I was speechlessly feeling a warm, wet sensation between my legs. Over drinks at the coffee shop, we both realized that the bookshelf had also torn my blouse. He said it was all his fault. He offered to take me shopping on Saturday and replace the blouse. I said that it wasn't necessary, but he insisted. We exchanged contact information and agreed to meet Saturday afternoon. At least I think that is what happened, I was so fascinated by him that I didn't hear much. I do remember him taking my hand to help me up from the table and kissing me on the cheek when we parted. That warm, wet feeling seemed to get stronger. He picked me up in an expensive sportscar. I loved him touching me when he helped me in and out of the car. I had dressed in my sexiest, shortest little black dress. It was too low cut to wear a bra; I caught him eying my 34 C's a few times. I also decided, for reasons unknown to me at the time, to shave my cunt and not to wear panties. Instead, I just wore black suspenders and black stockings. As I got in and out of the car, the tops of my stockings were fully exposed. He took me to an expensive store and picked out a blouse like the one that was torn. He also said that I needed higher heels to make my little black dress more of a perfect outfit. He shooed the salesman away, picked out the shoes, and helped me to try them on. By the time he had selected the perfect pair, I am sure that he got a good look at my hairless cunt. He may have been able to detect some moisture there, by seeing it and smelling my female aroma. After the shopping trip, he insisted on cooking me dinner. We drove to his large home and went inside. When he asked if I would like anything before dinner, I asked if he would like to fuck me before dinner. In a flash, he had us both naked. When he brought his large cock toward my cunt, I had to confess that I was a virgin. He was gentle as he broke my hymen. Then he slowly inserted his entire length into me. He stayed still to let my cunt stretch out. Then he gently gave me a fabulous fuck. I did get dinner after, and he fucked me again before taking me home. We started getting together regularly. He began showing me porn, as a learning experience. I learned how to and what turned him on. I was more than happy to give him anything that he wanted. He said I was a good sex student. He called me his Cunt Goddess. I didn't care what he called me, as long as he fucked me. I loved him to use my mouth and my cunt. I was afraid to take him up my ass; he was just too big. Our lustful romance turned into marriage. He said that I was the beautiful slut of his dreams. I said that flattery was OK, but I wanted fucking. I dropped out of school to concentrate my efforts on our happiness. Our first five years were blissfully filled with fucking, sucking, and watching porn. I practiced swallowing him until I could put my nose in his pubic hair without choking. When he brought home bdsm porn, I gladly let him tie me up. I also let him spank my naked ass when he wanted to do so. He said he liked to fuck his red-assed doggy, and I liked getting fucked with a well warmed ass. I would do anything to please him and get him to fuck me. He told me that his secretary flirted with him often. She made it clear that she wanted to be his sex slave. I told him he could bring her home, if she agreed to become my ward and our sex slave. She agreed and even signed the legal papers of a sex slave agreement. When she came in our door, I told him to leave us alone. She looked disappointed, but she stripped and put her hands behind her back as I cuffed her. I touched her cunt, and it was very wet. I put a ball gag in her sweet mouth. I snapped a slave collar on her and attached a leash. I led her into his study like that. I took off his clothes and sucked his cock. Then I climbed on his lap and fucked him. She watched with wide-open eyes. When he had filled my cunt with love liquid, I removed her gag and led her to his cock. She followed my instructions to clean our love juices from his cock. After she finished and got up, I told her to clean my cunt. She just stood there, so I grabbed her leash and led her out the way she came in. I left her standing outside, naked and cuffed with her leash hanging. After a while, she rang the bell with her nose. When I opened the door, she begged to come inside. I explained that she was to be my slave too. She agreed. That was ten years ago. I am 35 years old and as horny as ever. It helps to have a cunt licking slave to keep me wet for my husband. If she cleans the house well and she makes me come at least twice before he comes home, I let her fuck him once a week. He recently got a younger secretary who flirts with him. I am hoping that the signs the legal papers and comes home for me.