Trailing Spouse Book 1

 

I met my wife, Grace when we were 18. We studied in the same junior college (JC) in Singapore, and I was her senior.

Standing at 1.68m with a toned bod, long slender legs, incredulously perky D cup breasts and a perky, thick ass to match, she was one of the unobtainable school belles back then.

I wasn’t particularly handsome or charming so everyone was confused at why a hot young thot like her would ever be with me.

I would casually tell anyone who asked that she was with me for my big, thick cock. It would send her blushing profusely whenever she was with me when I said it. This only served to back up my claims, for she was blushing at what a size queen cock whore she was to be with me just for my cock.

Well, I wasn’t particularly big or thick. I was average at most, at 6 inches. Sure, it WAS bigger than the universal average based on statistics, but no true size queen would stick to a mediocre 6 incher.

Getting Grace to be my girlfriend did have something to do with my cock though, that much was true.

It started with me stealing a random sweat-soaked panty from the netball team. Like any other day.

Like always, I waited after school till the netball girls had finished practice, bodies glistening, bra and panties soaked in their sweet, pungent sweat.

I waited for about 10 minutes after they entered the showers before I made my move. This was to ensure that they would have had removed the clothes from their sexy bodies, left them behind at the locker area and be amidst their showers before I entered.

When the 10-minute buffer passed, I snuck into the girl’s locker room, like I’ve done many times before.

I moved quickly to the lockers, where their sweat-soaked lingerie were laid out on the benches like food at a buffet table. I inspected the lot, picking up a few to sniff the essence embedded within to help me make my choice.

Like always, I would grab the sexiest or cutest one that was laid out that day. That particular day, it was a dark green lacy panty from Victoria’s Secret.

Unfortunately for me that day, Grace had realised that she had forgotten her shampoo in the locker mid shower. She had returned to grab it from her bag.

 

That was when I got caught, her dark green lacy panty in hand.

The girls were used to having their lingerie stolen. It was a rite of passage for any student. Senior boys would groom juniors into men, by imparting their wisdom and techniques in the covert art of lingerie stealing.

The boys were pretty sure the girls took it as a compliment. Word on the street was that senior girls would also groom junior girls into women, by taking them shopping for the sexiest or cutest lingerie.

Whine as they might about how they would need to go fully naked underneath their short skirts, potentially showing off their bare hairless pussies to the world, the girls continued to lay their bras and panties out on the benches in the showers unattended, each pair sexier and cuter than the other.

It was a badge of honour for the young women if their lingerie were constantly chosen by the boys.

Instead of screaming for help or reporting me to the school office when she caught me red handed in the locker room holding her panty and sporting an erection, she grinned and asked me to meet her in an empty classroom in 15 minutes.

She didn’t even ask for her panty back.

 

15 minutes later, she confronted me in the classroom and demanded that I showed her what the boys did to the underwear they stole or I would be reported to the school.

My cock was already hard and straining to be released from my pants knowing that the lithe, bronze tanned netball captain in front me had nothing to cover her bare teenage pussy under her short skirt. I didn’t shy away from her demands and slowly put the crotch of her panties to my nose as I dropped my pants and stroked myself to an orgasm in front of the sexy teen. I eventually blew my load on the classroom floor in front of her.

That was the first time she had seen a boy’s cock and was mesmerized. She asked me to keep the panty and left, leaving me with my still hard cock in hand.

5 minutes later, I received a whatsapp message from her. It was a video of me jerking off in the classroom, her panty on my face.

Meet me after school tomorrow, same time, same place. Read her message.

I remained rock hard on the way home as I thought about her tight teen pussy being exposed to the harsh elements of the world without protection when she took the bus home.

Eventually, my thoughts drifted to what she had planned for tomorrow, making my dick throb even more.

That was how our relationship began, meeting up daily in empty classrooms, exploring each other’s bodies and fucking like rabbits for hours on end.

Below that haughty, judgemental, bitchy look, was an insatiable cock hungry slut who needed her hairless teen pussy pounded mercilessly multiple times a day.

 

Fast forward to today, after 6 years together, we were still deeply in love and couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies. Her sex drive was high, but I had one to match.

We had rented a love nest together since I started working.

Separated from the world, we would on average extract 3 – 4 orgasms from each other every day.

Upon graduation with a Master’s in Engineering from a top ranked local university at 23, she was offered a super secretive engineering trainee role with a government agency focused on space technology.

We both went into engineering field, but I started working for an automotive manufacturer after I obtained my Bachelors while she chose to go for a Masters.

The contract she was offered was a three-way collaboration between our local government, the US air force and a private US based space exploration organisation.

It was extremely lucrative, and it was in a field that she was dying to enter. Naturally with such good offers, there would be certain terms that would make us uncomfortable.

She had to attend an abridged US space force training in the US for a year at the start. There was also a term in her contract was that if she were married, her spouse could not be a practicing engineer, for it posed a conflict of interests.