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In May 2003 when this thread was started, I was married to the girl who took my virginity (and I hers) in 1987, both aged 17.
In June 2003 she started her affair.
In July 2003 I found out and kicked her out (having in the previous years left her over previous infidelities twice, but gone back).
But back in 1987, we'd been together for a few weeks, and we planned it like a military exercise. My mother was away, my father was at work, her parents thought she was doing homework at a friend's house.
She bought condoms, and a pamphlet from somewhere about "choosing the right time" or some such crap.
We went into my (single-bedded) room and undressed each other (helping each other, and stopping to giggle).
She slipped under the covers and said it was too quiet, so I put on the stereo (Equinoxe by Jean Michel Jarre) and rolled on a condom.
We had sex.
It was OK, but not fabulous.
Turned out that "the cake was a lie" - over the next 16+ years together she only ever traded sex for favours, and as I found in the end, the kinkier she was the more she was trying to atone for.
The first time was tender and intimate.
Every other time was ugly and combative.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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