Karen and Sam had been married for three years.  She was twenty-five and he was thirty.  The got married one month after he college graduation.  She went to work.  Sam was working on his PhD. Now that he was graduating and getting a teaching job, Karen could relax a little.  Sam, it seemed, was always relaxed.

Their lovemaking, in the beginning, had been pretty boring.  Sam was, for all practical purposes, a virgin.  It took a bit of time, but he was willing to learn and experiment.  He was a quick learner.

As Sam gained experience, the sex became more satisfying for the both of them.  Sam would initiate the session, and it could be at any time of day or night.  He usually teased Karen with some oral, and then penetrated her.  Karen would climax when he entered.  Sam had it timed perfectly.  Karen, for her part, would fondle or suck on Sam's penis as her foreplay.  But he preferred to climax in her vagina, and always stopped her before she went too far.

In the past six months or so, their lovemaking had taken a different twist.  It was a change that Karen enjoyed immensely.  It was mildly kinky, and Sam seemed to really like it.

After he climaxed and lost his erection, Sam would have Karen put on panties.  It could be panties or a thong; any style or color was acceptable.  Sam didn't care.  He would put on boxers, jeans, or sweat pants.  He would wear whatever was handy.  And then the couple would talk.  But while they talked, Sam would play with Karen and tease her.  Any part of her body was fair game.  He would play and explore, bringing his wife almost to tears before he would finish her.  Recently, he had started trying out sex toys on her.  Karen loved this play.  At times, when Sam finally made her climax, the climax would be a bit painful.  But Karen loved the attention, and she loved Sam.  She would feed his fetish.

It was now a Friday evening, three weeks before Sam's graduation.  A bad movie was playing on the DVD player, and the couple had finished a lovemaking session.  They were curled together, on the floor, nude.  

"Hop up and make us some tea, Babe," said Sam, smacking her butt playfully, "and put on some panties."

Karen giggled and put on her panties.  It was a simple low-rise bikini with red stripes.  The fabric was nylon.  She went into the kitchen and set the water to boil.  She grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and but two bags of green tea in them.  She shook out her long brown hair and waited for the water to boil.  When the water had boiled, Karen poured the tea, allowed it to steep for a few minutes, removed the tea bags, and carried the two mugs into the living room, offering one to Sam.  He had put on a pair of sweatpants and was sitting on the sofa.  He had turned off the TV.  He smiled and accepted a mug.

"Sit beside me, Babe," said Sam, sipping his tea, "and tell me of Serena."

"Serena?" inquired Karen, as she curled up next to her husband.  "Why are you asking about Serena?"

"Well," said Sam, as he sipped his tea and began to play with her nipples, "I often thought that "dumb blonde" was just an act.  I think she is really sexual.  How long have you two been friends?"

Karen bit her lip.  Sam's nipple play always got her wet.  He would stroke and fondle her breasts.  He would tweak, pinch, and twist her nipples.  She loved the sensations.  And Sam always knew when to stop, and when to proceed with the play.

"You wanted to fuck her!" exclaimed Karen.

"Of course, Babe," said Sam, giving a nipple a hard pinch.  "Every man wanted to fuck her.  I think I'm the only guy who didn't.  Sometimes, and no offense, Hun, it seemed like she was just a slut."

"She was never just a slut," said Karen, wincing with the pinch.  She put her empty mug on the floor, curled closer to her husband, and closed her eyes.  "She was extremely sexual.  And she knew it.  She discovered it at an early age, and never felt guilty about her sexuality.  She explored and sampled.  She adored sex."

Sam finished his tea and shifted his position, making his wife lie across his lap.  Her bottom rested comfortably on his thighs.  Sam gently tickled the insides of his wife's thighs, making her giggle, and then tickled over her mound.  She gasped.  He loved her in panties.  He tickled her mound a bit more, moved to her tummy, tickled there, and then went back to his breast play.

"You didn't answer my first question, Babe," giving first her left breast, and then her right, a hard pinch.

"Well," said Karen, biting her lip and gasping, "I first met Serena when I was ten.  She moved into my neighborhood then.  Her father was dead, and she lived with her Mom.  We became friends right away.  And she was pretty.  Very, very pretty."

"Go on, please, Luv," said Sam, as he gently began tracing lines with his index finger over Karen's tummy and around her panties.  She shivered a little from his touch.

"Well," said Karen, her eyes closed, "Serena was in full bloom at thirteen.  This thirteen-year old blonde girl could pass for eighteen with no problem.  She had long hair, long legs, a nice bottom, generous boobs, and smile and eyes that could make a man wilt.  When she wore a bikini, she could make a gay boy hard.  And I mean that.  She was perfect.  I was starting to develop, but was basically still a kid.  And I think she started experimenting at fourteen."

"You still email her?" asked Sam.

"Yepper, Hun.  She's in Key West right now."

"What's she doing?" asked Sam, as he tickled her mound a bit before going back to his finger teasing.

"Working as a DJ on an Internet radio station," said Karen, as she spread her legs a bit.

"Go on, Hun."

"Anyhow," said Karen, becoming more and more aroused from the teasing, "I didn't bloom until fifteen.  But I think Serena began to experiment at fourteen.  At that age, we let a guy feel our boobs.  If we liked him, we let him play in our panties.  If we liked him a lot, we gave him a hand job.  I think Serena was doing that on a regular basis.  I caught her once."

"You did?"

"Ya," said Karen, with some giggles and a shiver.  "I went over to see her one day.  Her Mom was at work.  She was on the deck out back with two guys.  Her cutoffs were unbuttoned and down to her ankles, and her t-shirt was up around her neck.  One guy was playing with her boobs and the other had his hand in her panties.  And, Hun, she loved it.  I left. I was really embarrassed."

"What happened after that?" asked Sam, as he slipped his hand inside of her panty and began to tease Karen's hood, coaxing her pearl out.

"Oh my!" Karen said softly, responding to the play.  She was having trouble concentrating on the story, and Sam was really teasing her pearl.  He would keep her high until she finished, and then give her release.

"Anyhow," said Karen, shivering, "she never felt embarrassed or guilty about it.  She told me I should try it sometime.  And she told me she gave them hand jobs."

By this point, Sam was tweaking her pearl very aggressively.  He brought his wife to orgasm, removed his hand from her panties, and had her lick his fingers.  He let her rest a bit and then the two of them got off of the sofa and went into the kitchen for more tea.

"Let's continue the story the next time," said Sam, giving his wife a good smack on the butt.

Karen giggled.

