Ms Putnam School For Refined Ladies Chapter 2
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I first met Shelby three years ago at a nightclub.
She was with a girlfriend that I knew from high
school and they had been club hopping.
I got an introduction courtesy of my high school
acquaintance and fell head over heals for her the
moment she opened her mouth to speak. I don’t know
if you have ever experienced this, but I knew that
I loved her the moment we met.
I also knew that she was way out of my league. She
was like a goddess walking the earth. Shelby has a
body that is perfect in every way. Her shape is the
ideal and her skin is so perfect that she looks
like one of those Greek sculptures. And she has
beautiful blonde hair and vivid blue eyes and a
smile to die for.
In that first moment I was hooked. I realized then
and there that I had to have her. I had to marry
her and have her as mine in every why there is to
have another person. She was my life, suddenly
everything changed for me. Now everything was
either “before Shelby” or “after Shelby” that was
how I defined my life from that day forward.
I was amazed that she would even consider talking
to me, but she did. She was bright and witty and I
was a slave at her feet. When she agreed to go out
with me I was in heaven and could hardly get
through the workweek until the next Saturday and
our date.
We enjoyed ourselves immensely on our first date.
Anything Shelby wanted Shelby got. I was so proud
to be seen with this perfect goddess that I was
walking on clouds the whole time. All I can really
remember about that first date was her taking my
arm and walking beside me into the restaurant and
the theater. And how everyone’s eyes went wide when
they saw my date.
I wasn’t thinking too far ahead on that first date
because I didn’t really expect our relationship to
last. I didn’t really hope that Shelby would like
me enough to go out with me again. I felt nervous,
and I was awkward and a stumblebum, but by the end
of the night I felt much better much more confident
and hopeful. Shelby had actually seemed to enjoy
herself with me.
I was able to muster up the courage to ask her out
for the next Saturday, not really thinking she’d
accept. But to my surprise she invited me over to
her apartment for dinner the very next night.
That night, after I’d dropped Shelby off at her
place, I drove home in a complete daze. Her perfume
still lingered in my car and the soft moistness of
her lipstick still clung to my lips. I couldn’t
believe that she’d actually leaned into me at her
front door and kissed me. It wasn’t just a peck on
the cheek either; it had been a long slow full kiss
right on the lips. I was still in pleasant shock
when I unlocked my front door and stumbled into my
lonely apartment.
I’d had every intention of stripping down and
taking the napkin from the restaurant that Shelby
had wiped her mouth on and masturbate wildly
pretending that she was giving me a blowjob. But
for some reason I didn’t do it, I couldn’t bring
myself to mess up the cloth that had been so close
to the lips that I’d just kissed. I put the napkin
away in my Shelby “keepsake” box, and I added to
the box extensively over the next few months.
After dating Shelby for several months I felt
confident enough to bring up the subject of sex.
I’d dated enough to have some experience with
women, not that I was an expert, but I’d had
intercourse with 6 women before Shelby, one of
which I’d dated for several months and had been
intimate with over and over again until she finally
moved to another city for her job.
I hadn’t mentioned sex to Shelby, hoping that she
would bring it up, but after 20 dates with her I
thought it was time. You might not believe this but
I had stopped masturbating completely when I met
Shelby, and it had been months since I’d had an
orgasm.
As you can imagine, my dreams were becoming wetter
and wetter as time went on, and I was finally
driven to bring the subject up.
Well, you could have driven a truck through my
mouth when Shelby told me that she didn’t like sex,
never had, and although she “loved” me she didn’t
want to have sex with me.
After I was able to shut my mouth and swallow, I
realized what she had said. Then I began to fear
that I’d crossed some kind of line that I might
lose her. I started to proclaim to her how
unimportant sex was to me, that if we never did it,
I’d be just as happy, that I hoped that I hadn’t
embarrassed her and asked for her forgiveness.
I was rewarded with a brilliant smile and she
apologized to me for her failing. She said that she
wished she could enjoy sex and that if she ever
could it would be with someone as sensitive and
understanding as me.
Well, to make a long story short we got married 3
months latter. Shelby was the picture of a perfect
bride. Her beautiful flawless skin freshly tanned,
was a perfect foil for her lacy white bride’s
dress. I can safely say that Shelby was the most
beautiful bride anyone could hope to see. I watched
the men attending our wedding and saw their eyes
linger on her and I could see their speculative
expressions. I knew that every one of them were
fantasizing about making it with my bride. So was
I.
Our wedding night was memorable in the fact that
Shelby insisted that we make love. I was surprised
and delighted. I asked her if she was sure, that
I’d pretty much accepted the fact that she didn’t
like it and I didn’t want to force myself on her.
In the end we made love. I did everything I could
to make it good for her. I made sure that we had a
lot of foreplay, I made sure to get her soaking wet
before trying intercourse with her.
When I mounted my beautiful sexy bride I did so
gingerly and sank into her slowly and carefully.
When I thrust in and out of her I did it gently,
always looking into her eyes to make sure she
wasn’t in pain or anything.
As I fucked my beautiful perfect wife I knew that
she wasn’t enjoying it like I was. The feeling of
slipping my dick in and out of her slick cunt was
inducing such pleasure as I’d never experienced
before. Knowing that I was trusting into her
perfect body was making me absolutely crazy.
It didn’t take more that 10 thrusts before my body
jerked in reaction to the most intense orgasm of my
life. I hadn’t cum for almost six months, ever
since I’d met Shelby and this release was
extraordinary.
I could feel myself pulsing my seed into her. It
kept up for the longest time until I knew I was
spent, but I still slowly thrust in and out of my
bride’s cunt, not wanting the moment to end.
But as all things do, it did end. Shelby ended it
for me. She finally shifted her weight just enough
so that I slipped out of her sperm-slickened cunt
and a big glob of my cum oozed out onto the sheets
making her gasp in surprise and quickly get up
before the sheets were totally messed.
***
That lovemaking session was the last time I had sex
with Shelby for exactly a year. Every time I
mentioned sex to her she reminded me that I’d
promised that I’d accept her the way she was and
not pester her.
It was excruciating to lie next to her at night
with my need so obvious and undeniable. After
several months of this Shelby decided that we
should sleep apart. She felt that it would make it
easier for me. I begged her not to make me sleep
alone. Even if I couldn’t make love to her, just
the closeness was better than nothing.
But she wouldn’t relent. She told me that she felt
guilty and it was eating away at her, and if we
were to make a go of our marriage that it would be
best to sleep in separate bedrooms. What could I
say? If I pressed it further I was risking our
relationship.
***
I don’t mean to imply that we didn’t have good
times together. I was still very proud to be seen
with her in public. The looks that she received
from every man that saw her and their envy at my
closeness to her was a real ego boost for me.
Shelby always dressed to k**l, and having her on my
arm made me something special. She would even
snuggle up to me in public like she couldn’t get
enough of me. I even heard once during our first
year together that she’d told a friend of hers that
I was like a god in bed. That was nice of her, and
it increased everyone’s opinion of me, but I would
have given that respect up in a New York minute for
intercourse with Shelby.
Then came our Wedding anniversary. Shelby couldn’t
bring herself to have sex with me a second time,
but she did give me an excellent hand job. I
remember it like it was yesterday. She made me
strip and sat me on the couch and beat me off,
looking at my swollen dick and commenting on how
nice it looked.
I hadn’t masturbated for several weeks prior to
this because I’d hoped that we might have sex again
on our anniversary. Shelby had mentioned that we
might, several months earlier.
Sitting there naked with my beautiful wife oowing
and ahhing my stiff dick and watching her perfect
little fingers wrapped around my member made it so
I hadn’t a chance of holding out very long. I
wanted to hold out, I wanted to sit there with my
perfect wife, and her perfect fingers pumping me
forever.
But alas, I only held out for a couple of minutes
and groaned in distress and intense pleasure as I
pumped a gusher of hot cum out all over her hand
and my lap.
That was the only sex I received that second year.
That one jerk off. I still got glimpses of her
beautiful body from time to time, after all we did
live in the same apartment, and I could see her
walking down the hall to the bathroom. But we
hardly ever touched and we only kissed in public so
people could see that we loved each other.
Then the dark day in our marriage came. At first I
couldn’t believe it.
I was supposed to attend a meeting in Baltimore and
planned to be away over night. This type of thing
happened with my work several times a month and was
nothing more than a routine trip for me. But as it
happened the buyer I was supposed to meet with had
a serious cold and had canceled the week’s
meetings. I didn’t know about this until I was at
the airport ready to catch my plane.
I decided to go by the house to change out of my
suit and into my regular everyday clothes before
heading back to work. But when I pulled up in the
driveway of our house I saw a strange BMW parked in
there. At first I didn’t understand why someone
would park their car on our property. But I soon
realized that this stranger wasn’t a stranger to
Shelby.
Still unable to comprehend what was going on I
entered the house and stood in the entryway
listening. I don’t know why I did that, why I
didn’t call out for Shelby, I just had a feeling.
Then I heard it, a soft moan of pleasure. Then
another. I was bounding up the stairs and lopping
down the hall and crashed through the bedroom door
and stopped dead in my tracks.
There was my angel, spread-eagled on her bed with a
big black man firming planted between her legs. His
lighter colored butt rose and fell as he continued
to fuck her even after the noise I had just made.
Shelby cried out and struggled to pull herself from
under her black lover. At first he wouldn’t let her
up, but finally she yelled at him to stop, calling
him by name, and he looked over his shoulder at me
and grinned, then he pulled out of my wife and
rolled over on his back and propped his head behind
his hands and watched me.
I looked down at the man who had just been plowing
my beautiful wife. His big slimy dick had to have
been more that 10 inches long and impossibly thick.
For a moment I couldn’t pull my eyes away from it,
it was fantastic, bigger than I could have
imagined, and it had been inside my wife’s cunt.
Finally I tore my eyes away from the shiny black
monster and looked at my wife. Shelby had grabbed
the bed covers and pulled them up to cover herself.
I didn’t know what to say, I just stood there and
let the enormity what whet I’d seen wash over me.
My honey was cheating on me. She was fucking
another man, and withholding herself from me, her
rightful husband. How could she do it? How could
she have denied me the pleasure of her body for so
long and give herself to this big black man? How
could she?
I grew angry, more angry that I’d ever been in my
life. I began to accuse Shelby of all kinds of
things. I ranted and raved, and called her all
kinds of names until suddenly I felt a blow to the
back of my head and my knees buckled.
I was lying on the floor looking up at the big
black man and he was looking down at me. He laughed
and told me that he’d been fucking my wife for the
past several months, and that all she’d needed was
a real man to take care of her needs.
I felt like vomiting. Wasn’t I a real man? Didn’t I
have all the equipment that my wife needed to be
happy? I vocalized my thoughts, looking at Shelby,
but the black man yelled at me, telling me that
apparently I didn’t have the right equipment and
that I looked like a sissy boy lying on the floor
and that if I wanted to impress my wife I’d get up
and fight for her.
To make a long story short Jamul (that’s his name)
now lives with us. I still don’t get to make love
to my wife, but I do get to watch Jamul doing her
and that is quite a sight. I’m less happy about
having to suck him clean afterwards when he’s in
the mood to make me. But what the hey, at least I
get to be close to Shelby.
Jamul doesn’t go out in public with us because he’s
wanted by the authorities. So I still get the rush
of all the men’s envy when Shelby bites my earlobe
and tells me how sexy I am while everyone looks on.
Cheryl
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