I want to start by saying I am not a writer, just a person wanting to speak aloud the stories of three sexual events of my life that shaped me into who I am today. This story is the third of the three events, the second is not yet written and the first is already published.
Thank You for taking the time to read I hope you enjoy.
My wife, Jonne, met Sara at work where she was the manager of a store at a mall.
Sara was her first hire as the manager, and they quickly became friends.
Sara was in college and new to the area with her only friend at the time being her roommate.
Over the next few months Jonne and Sara became inseparable, she was hanging out with us almost every day.
Jonne and I were not yet married when they met but were living together, we had been dating for a few years.
Their friendship grew over the next couple years and Sara was even a maid of honor when we got married.
It wasn't long after we met Sara, she started taking vacations with us and staying with us after partying a little too hard on weekends.
We all were together most of the time.
Jonne and I had the picture-perfect life, a great relationship, a house with a white picket fence, dog, good jobs, great friends, life was perfect.
My wife is beautiful, I know people always say that, but she is no joke., I hate to associate a number to her, but for lack of better words, she is a perfect 10.
No matter where we go there is always some guy trying to pick her up.
Not that I mind, it truly turns me on (That's another story). Watching guys fall all over themselves, not knowing they have no chance, but yet they just keep trying.
We have a great sex life and we both have a high sex drive.
We love having sex everywhere, in public places, in front of people without them knowing, and sometimes in front of people and not caring if they know.
Jonne's favorite saying is, "I am willing to try anything at least twice.".
She is truly the woman of mine and every man's dreams, a once in a lifetime woman.
With that said, this is a story of how my belief on monogamy, human nature, lust, and well, circumstance, was changed forever.
I truly believed I was one type of person, however I found out I could be a completely different person when circumstance presents itself.
Did you ever believe you had limits, lines you would not cross, actions you would never take, desires you would never act on? Well so did I.
Sara is beautiful, in a different way than Jonne, nice body, small breasts, and a great ass.
I never really seriously looked at her or other girls in a sexual manner, because of what I have with Jonne.
The thought of a relationship with other girls never really appealed to me.
Over time, hanging out with Sara, you could not help but take some notice when Sara and Jonne were sunbathing, but I was mostly focused on my foxy wife.
This story all started one day when Sara came to sunbathe without Jonne home.
I didn't really think much of it because we all hung out together all the time.
I grabbed a chair and we sat and shot the breeze over a few drinks.
Our chairs were facing each other so I was facing at Sara and Sara at me, while we talked.
After a few drinks, "I'm going to say it was the booze," but my eyes started to wander.
It was not intentional, it just started to happen.
First to the tiny sweat beads running down her chest and disappearing under her bikini top.
This was the first time I really took a hard notice to her.
Her breasts looked firm and yet soft at the same time, and I could see a little of her areola which was a light shade of pink and below was an erect nipple, not too big or too small; they were just right.
My focus soon drifted to her bikini bottoms.
The material was so thin I swear I could see right through the fabric.
There was a perfect outline of her pussy, I could see every crease and crevice of what had to be shaved pussy.
It was intoxicating.
My sunglasses covered my eyes so she could not notice me checking her out.
It was all pretty harmless, no big deal.
I don't know if it was the sun, the alcohol or both, but my thoughts started to
wander and the harder I stared at her glistening body.
I began to lose focus when I started to feel something inside begin to stir.
My shorts began to tighten, my eyes were Lazer focused on her body which was only covered by a thin bikini.
I lost track of time and reality for a moment.
Suddenly, I was jarred back to reality by her sitting up and asking, "Hello, are you still with me?"
Shit, I'm busted, I thought, and I quickly responded sorry, must have dosed off for a few seconds. It's been a long day and these drinks aren't helping.
She giggled and said sure you were, and just like, that she froze!
She just sat there frozen and stared at me for what felt like a minute or two.
What the hell is she doing? I thought.
Why is she staring at me?
Is she mad?
After a few moments, it was clear her gaze was directed to my swelling cock, which the outline at this point was clearly visible through the fabric of my shorts.
Without any notice, Sara sprung out of her chair and darted towards the house.
"I have to go," she said as she shuffled inside.
My mind was swirling a bit trying to figure out if I did something wrong, was she mad, should I go apologize? Shit!
I felt terrible and for some reason really guilty, even though I hadn't really done anything.
A few moments went by, and I gathered myself and walked to the house.
Just as I entered the side door, we met in the doorway.
I asked, "Are you alright, you kind of just ran out."
"Was it something I said or did?"
There was one step down from the doorway to the deck, we were almost eye to eye.
She looked me directly into my eyes and said, "Absolutely not, you were perfect, I mean a perfect gentleman. I just have to get back to class and I am running late."
With that, she reached out for a hug, which is typical every time we all meet or say goodbye.
I responded back, and I totally forgot about my semi-hard cock beneath my shorts.
When we made contact her whole body just froze.
There was no more forgetting about my manhood now!
I could feel her soft pussy and without hesitation it started to grow.
We were face to face, our eyes locked, our lips merely inches away from each other, I could feel her every breath, I could smell the sweet sweat from her body.
What an absolutely intoxicating moment.,
My mind was racing, the only thing keeping my hardening cock from landing a direct shot to her pussy was two thin layers of material from her bikini and my shorts.
WHAT the hell are we doing! I thought to myself.
I quickly broke the embrace and shot past her.
"Sorry," I shouted nervously, I have to use the rest room really bad, please drive safe, and I headed down the hallway.
By the time I made it inside the bathroom, my dick was so hard it felt like it was tearing through my shorts, aching to be released.
I looked at myself in the mirror, I could not get her sweet smell out of my mind, the subtle mixture of perfume, pheromones, and sweat.
My head was spinning.
I released my throbbing cock from the bindings of my shorts, closed my eyes and for the first time I was jerking off thinking of Sara.
The thoughts of her in her thin suit and her intoxicating smell had me exploding in seconds.