How I Met My Husband

I've told this story in the comments once or twice before, but I don't think I've ever written a full story about it, so today I'm going to tell you about how my husband and I met and our first date together. It was a warm summer night, on a Friday back in 2002. I was out at a local bar in San Diego with three of my girl friends. I was wearing my cutest pair of light denim skinny jeans, a cute crop top shirt, and a pair of black ankle strap heels. Back then my hair was straight, not as curly as it is now, and my tits were slightly smaller then too. In fact, my friends and I really went for that "Spice Girls" look. I had been going to college in San Diego for four years and was just about to graduate, not having any idea what to do when I did. I didn't really want to go back home, I was from Iowa my whole life, so the sunny beaches here were lovely, but still rather expensive for a broke college girl. Till now I wasn't very lucky with guys, which might sound ridiculous when you look at the selfie I've posted, but understand my tits didn't really grow until college. My time in highschool I was just a nerdy flat chest brunette that didn't get the attention that my blonde friends got.

So now here I am, busty as hell, not really knowing how to handle this kind of attention. As many encounters that I fumbled, I'm glad I did, because tonight I'd meet my husband for the first time. So my friends and I were in this bar having a good time, looking for guys, when in walks my (future) husband and some of his buddies. While I've seen men dressed like him before, nothing turned me on like a handsome man wearing the Marine Corps's uniform around. They were just so sexy, I don't know what it is about it. So in he walks with his friends, all wearing the same green and tan dress uniform, looking absolutely flawless. He stood above the rest at 6'4" tall, tanned white skin with deep blue eyes, and beautiful blonde hair that was cut just as perfectly as his uniform. I was wet just watching him from across the bar. So as the night went on, our groups stayed separate, each having fun on our own until he came up to talk.

"Courtney, you've got a guy coming up, don't fuck this up or I'll take him myself..." my friend said as my friends turned around to give me some privacy.

He introduced himself and his voice was deep but calming, like when you hear him you feel safe if that makes sense. I wish I could remember what all he said to me that night, but we had both been drinking, but what I know is that unlike other guys who ask for my number, or ask for this or that, he just claimed me as his own right then and there. Like picking an apple off a tree, he decided I was his and that was that. I had never experienced anything like it and was more than pleased to let it happen. He bought me and my friends a round of drinks and set them up with his buddies. They told us they had been in the military for a few years already, joining out of highschool in the late 90's, but were busy in the aftermath of 9/11. My friends paired off with his, and we each left separately, each giving a wink knowing we'd all be getting fucked tonight.

My husband took me out and we walked down the warm street at night to a nearby hotel and checked in for the night. By the time we reached the elevator, we were kissing. He was groping and feeling up my ass and tits making my pussy so wet. I wasn't a virgin, having three one-night-stands ad two short term boyfriends in college before, but none of them got me wet before my clothes came off like he was doing right now. We got into our room, finally, and my clothes came right off. As we made out and stripped, I asked him if he wanted me to suck his cock. I was still naive about guys, but his answer was a deep kiss and looking straight into my eyes saying, "I want your pussy..." before we fell on the bed. He slowly inserted his cock, spreading my pussy lips apart with his cock head. As it slowly went in, deeper and deeper, my eyes opened up, and nearly bulged out of their sockets. He had the biggest cock I'd ever taken easily. Both length and girth, it was just something else I'm telling you.

"Holy shit you're fucking big! You're so fucking big! Please go slow! Be gentle, fuck!" I moaned out like a slut as he used my pussy for his pleasure. My legs were spread wide for him, my legs wrapping around his waist by themselves. Never has a guy fucked me so good that my legs wrap around his waist instinctively before. I don't know if it's the drinks or what, but I was just so wet, so horny, so willing to submit to this man. I wonder how many guys in the other rooms were jerking off to the sounds of me moaning like a whore through the walls. We rolled over and I rode his cock so hard fast and deep that my clit erupted in orgasm grabbing his shaft like a vise. I literally started crying as I collapsed down on him, my tits pressed against his chest and him moving the hair out of my face to kiss me as he fucked me from below. He actually wiped away my tears with his thumb while dicking me down and that was just the sweetest thing a man had done in such an otherwise sexy moment.

"I want it all! I want everything you have! Fuck me and give me everything!" I moaned as he was back on top fucking me into the bed hard.

I don't know the words to describe how tightly I was leg locking this man as he was fucking me. As far as I can tell, there are three kinds of men when it comes to having sex. The first is the boring, don't know what they're doing type that I've had but never enjoyed. The second is the exciting, great at sex kind of guy that rearranges your guts and even makes you cum. Most girls try for him because they don't ever know that guy number three exists. But that leads us to guy number three, the guy who fucks you so good, and so hard, and so passionately that he not only rearranges your guts, not only makes you cum, but rewires your brain to want only him for the rest of your life. I said before that I didn't know what I wanted to do after college. Well with this man in my pussy, all I wanted was to be a housewife and make him food and raise his babies. A lifetime of sweet romantic lovemaking and raising his kids in a nice home flashed through my mind like a movie montage and it made me orgasm like nothing I ever though possible.

I didn't think a soul mate was a real thing but I had run into mine in a bar and he was currently fucking me into the mattress. He fucked me so good that I betrayed my rule, my no creampies till I get a ring rule, and begged him to blow his load. I had never been creampied, let alone fucked raw before. Now here he was underneath my leg lock, pushing in as deep as his cock would go, spraying a huge potent load of cum in my very fertile 22 year old pussy. After he busted his nut, he kept pumping a little, fucking his load deeper into me and painting my walls with his cum. We spent the rest of the night together cuddling as we slept in the bed naked. I prayed to God that this man would become my husband someday, and that if it took me getting pregnant from him to force his hand then so be it, but I wanted him to be mine.

We gave each other our names and numbers before returning home. I went home, showered and changed clothes before meeting my friends for brunch. I had to know how their nights went. My friends, Becca, Sarah, and Jennifer reported the same success as I did. We gossiped like sluts, saying how great the sex we just had was for each of us. Becca was a brunette like me, smaller and shorter, she was fucked by the youngest of the men my future husband was with but said she had never felt so loved in her life. Jennifer was my blonde friend, she was the busty and by today's standards the "thick" girl. She spent the morning trying to tell us all about how good her black guy was, and how we needed to try a black guy after her experience. By the way, Jennifer and I are still friends and she married that black guy and now has four mixed babies. She got blacked for the first time and got pregnant from it, then married and had three more children. He's a good man and they've been married as long as my husband and I have been. Sarah, the last of the group was the other blonde girl, skinny with perky little tits and a cute little ass. She brought back the big, corn-fed Midwestern farm boy of the group. They had a great time as well, and also ended up married, although the last I heard they still live in Japan were he ended up getting stationed.

AS for me, my husband called me that night and we talked for hours together. He was just as impressive, just as sexy, and just as alluring to me when I was sober as he was last night. We set up a real date and went out to dinner together. I think most girls know what I mean when I say that we know if we're going to sleep with a guy or not before the date even begins. Well this time I was wanting his babies even more than when he was balls deep inside me. So as the date went on, he knew as well as I did we were going to fuck. i had to know if that night was a one off or if he was the real deal. Long story short, he was better than the real deal. He never asked if I would be his girlfriend, he just said that he owns my pussy, and so he did. It makes some people feel weird when I say this, I don't know why, but my husband and I only dated for three months before he proposed. I was ready after the second night we had sex, and he confessed he feel in love with me during our first night together. The three months was a way to make sure we wanted it, and so our families didn't think we were being too hasty.

We got engaged after three months and had a small wedding just after Easter the following year. Our honeymoon was delayed due to him still being in the Marines, it being the early 200's after all, so we stayed in a cute resort in California not far away and just fucked like rabbits for a week. My husband has never, nor will he ever, use a condom with me, and I have never been on birth control. We welcomed our oldest child, our baby girl, into the world 9 months to the day after our honeymoon. She 15 years old now this year already. She has my husband blonde hair and blue eyes, my peachy white skin with cute freckles on her cheeks, and like my husband says when he was a boy, his very quick growth spurt during puberty. She got my tits, but has them coming in already unlike me who had to wait nearly a decade longer. While I can't use her in stories as a main character anymore, just know she's much more popular with the boys in highschool than I was, but unlike her mother, she doesn't seem to have the BBC fetish.

Her boyfriend is a tall muscular football player, he's two years older than her and my husband and I like him so my daughter is happy. While I haven't seen them, I know they're fucking, and the idea of my baby girl getting married to her highschool sweetheart makes my pussy so wet. The most time my husband and I spent apart after getting married was when he deployed to the middle east for a year. We weren't swingers at this point and I was too loyal to him to cheat so that first night home my mom watched our daughter and it was the most orgasmic fucking we've ever had, bar none. I sucked him off, making him bust in my mouth right away with what had to be a gallon of pent up cum. I swallowed every drop before we fucked for several hours off and on. He busted so many times inside me that I got pregnant again with our second baby, our oldest son whose 14 this year. He looks like my husband in every way with my brown hair on top. A very handsome young man that will surely please a woman like his dad does to me. Thankfully, my husband never deployed again and got out of the military after 12 years in.

We had four beautiful babies before I found this site, and then in the year and a half or so since I started writing, I've had two more. I learned what Irish twins are when I got pregnant with number 6 only three months after number 5 was born. Honestly, I love being pregnant and hope my husband breeds me several more times before I'm too old to have any more babies. I'm 37 this year so who knows, but I certainly intend to keep trying...