Eighteen years ago today, Mrs. Lion and I met online. I learned that she lived about 50 miles from my house. At that time both of us were looking for sex. We didn’t have anything more involved in mind. It took us almost no time to decide to meet. In fact, we met on that Friday, August 16.
Our first meeting might not be the textbook description of how future mates get together. We met at a motel and within five minutes of getting to our room, we were both naked and Mrs. Lion was on her knees on the edge of the bed. I entered her anally. She had mentioned that she liked anal sex.
Our second meeting went the same way. I have no idea if Mrs. Lion had orgasms. She must have had fun. We kept meeting one or two times a week. Happily, after those first two meetings, I got to see what the front of her looked like.
She has the most beautiful smile (at both ends)! After sex, we cuddled and talked. Our activities became more varied. We did the usual: oral and vaginal sex as well as staying in touch anally.
Neither of us remembers exactly how long we met at that Super 8 Motel. The owner and I got to know each other on a first-name basis. After a while, Mrs. Lion would drive all the way to my house. She stayed with me until she had to leave for work. Love sneaked up on us. We both realized that we hated to be apart.
Our kinky life, as I recall, began in the motel. I told her that I like to be spanked and she agreed to try. Her first few attempts were so timid, I could hardly feel them. She quickly learned to hit a bit harder. During those motel days, Mrs. Lion said she was worried she might grow bored. I worried that she didn’t like sex with me. She was talking about spanking me and other BDSM things we had discussed.
When I first decided to meet Mrs. Lion, I knew that she was sexually vanilla; well not that vanilla, she did want me to fuck her in her ass. She had never spanked or tied up a man. I realized that there was a decent chance my sex life would be vanilla with her. I decided that I would be fine if that was how it turned out. I loved the peaceful feeling I had when we were together.
This may have been my first glimmer of love. She recognized that I probably needed the painful play she didn’t understand very well. She decided to do it with me until it got too boring. She’s still not bored. Eventually, she moved in with me (and my dog who adored her). We’ve been together ever since.
Now, I am the one who is fucked in the ass. Mrs. Lion likes that too. I’m not so sure I do, but it isn’t up to me. Fifteen years ago this Saturday, we got married in a small town hall. We bought a Carvel ice cream cake and had the perfect wedding reception: the two of us and our dog. The dog died eight years ago. We have another now. She will be celebrating our anniversary with us this year.
It will be another big party: the two of us and our sweet dog.