I made an attempt, with my hands, to get involved but she just pushed them away. I withdrew my hands but still feeling the need to satisfy her. I trie...d again and this time she responded by holding my hands one on each side of my body, in a firm grip against the mattress as she worked my penis with her mouth.Little convulsion from my penis sent pulses from my groin throughout my whole body. Wow. She then left my hands and put both hands on my shaft and with her stiffened tongue she started to. I wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea from her doing this. It wasn't like she sat down, stripped herself half naked while in front of us. Mandy would open her blouse, drop the flap of her nursing bra and hold her son to her breast. It was all quiet natural and perfectly acceptable even in public, well almost in public.Well, you guessed it. Because of my fetish and long unfulfilled fantasy I never failed to grow an erection. Having been raised in a proper home I was taught to never stare. "Okay," she said, "Maybe you are just the kind of husband I need."The way she said it did not register at the time - only later did I come to understand what she'd said.We had been sharing each others bed since our third date so the build -up to the wedding didn't include sexual frustration, but it was still a trying time for me. Everybody I knew seemed to be against the marriage, but no one would ever give me a hint as to why. The wedding was a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the. I had an hour and a half to kill before Sheila came over to study. I ended up walking the campus-and somehow ended up at the aquatic center.There were stands-swimming was an important sport at Stanford, our team was always nationally ranked, and the meets actually got respectable crowds. So, I parked myself a few rows up and watched. There were a number of people swimming, but I picked her out immediately.I'd known she was a swimmer, and I knew what swimming entailed. And I'd seen her.