This is mostly a true story. I say mostly as the basis of how I ended up where I am and the path that my personal desires took me down is pretty close to accurate. I have obviously changed names, the industry I work in and avoided locations to protect identities. Some facts and timescales have been adjusted to make the story flow, not least the period of isolation and working from home that came with the worldwide pandemic.
I did intend to write my whole story in one, but the amount of time I have available and the detail that has come out once started means that it is better to separate it out. Chapter One tells the story of our life together and builds up to the event that changed my life in a major way - I am still not sure whether it is a change for the better or worse!
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About us first, I met my wife, Rachel, at the company where we both had our first full time jobs, a mid-size logistics and transportation firm where she worked in HR, and I was junior sales. Neither of us had much of a dating history and no real sexual experience, but we got on well straight away and started dating after getting together at a works party. We have been together ever since.
Rachel is 5 ft 5 inches tall with mousy blonde shoulder-length hair. She would say that she is a little overweight, but nobody else would agree with her. I think it is because she looks down and can only really see her D cup tits, which throws her perspective off. In reality, she has a medium build with a beautiful face with soft features, great set of legs and of course that rack. Over everything though, she has a great personality, always smiling and chatty with never a bad word to say, and she would do anything to help anyone out. She is one of life's good people, and everybody loves Rachel.
We don't currently have any children. In the early years, we consciously decided to avoid parenting in favor of progressing careers and enjoying life while still young. More recently, we haven't tried to have children, but we haven't tried not to either. At this point, it just hasn't happened. Neither of us are overly concerned about it at the moment, but may take medical advice if nothing happens naturally.
To describe me, you might say "Mr Average," 5'10 tall not attractive or unattractive, not fat or thin and with no special features, but I do have the ability to make people laugh, especially Rachel. I always counted myself very lucky to have met her when she was single and for some reason had not really dated much. She always said that she hadn't met the right person. She didn't enjoy being hit on in bars or clubs, so never found the right guy there.
At work, we saw each other almost every day, so I suppose I had a chance to grow on her. We talked, and I made her laugh, a lot, and things turned flirtatious over time. We then got together, while drunk, at the works do, I seized the day and never looked back. Together, we were, and are still, very happy together.
I say I am average, but I have to be honest about my penis, which in reality is below average. I am a "grower not a shower," which means when totally inactive my little fella will shrink down to a very soft and less than 2-inch nub, literally a finger and thumb hold to take a leak. At full mast it might make 5 inches and be an average circumference.
This is where else I was lucky, Rachel was a virgin when we got together, so accepted my penis as normal and always said that it is enough for her. She claimed that I regularly made her orgasm, but if this was true, it was because I got pretty good with fingers and tongue. I felt I had to work at this part of foreplay, as my little dick could never hold on for long once I was inside her. I'd feel the warmth of her tight pussy and a few strokes later I'd shoot my load. Always far too soon and I could often sense her disappointment, but to her credit she would never moan about it.
Life progressed well, we were happy, and after 7 years learning the ropes I left the company we worked at and started on my own. I had built good relationships with several major clients, and they mostly came with me. Over just a few more years the business grew well, Rachel came across to help build the administration side and a couple of years later my former bosses decided to retire and sold me what was left of their business.
My only issue during this time was some personal over borrowing when trying to expand the business. It put the pressure on me financially so, to protect the business, I transferred ownership to Rachel, eventually though we worked through the problem. We now have a good size transport and logistics firm with just over 50 employees, good profits, and we are very comfortable financially.
I run the company day to day and Rachel comes in for a few hours once or twice a week. She still does a little management and HR, but mainly spends her time wandering around the office or warehouse chatting to employees and using her exceptional personal skills to keep everyone positive and happy.
To be honest I think most of the guys look forward to her visits, especially in the warmer months when she will dress light and cool, normally in something which innocently shows off her legs and body. Often she will call in on the way to tennis or the gym and be in her tennis skirt and pumps or Lycra workout gear.
This isn't necessarily a professional dress code but I enjoy it. I always thought she looks hot in that type of gear, but I have found that it really turns me on to see the way the men at work ogle her and make their little innuendos. She seems totally oblivious to the attention she receives and the effect she has on men. She has always been this way, but I see it and I know that guys always enjoy seeing more of her.
Our sex life was always fairly vanilla, especially in the early days. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, and we screwed regularly once we moved in to our first house, but Rachel was always a little straight laced and unadventurous.
Our business grew fast, we moved several times to bigger and better houses, and our social life was excellent. But while this all moved along very nicely, my wife stayed pretty straightforward and a bit boring in the bedroom. When in bed, either of us could initiate sex, but Rachel was a bit of a prude and discussions about sex or anything non-Vanilla embarrassed her. She would never initiate anything different, and I soon gave up trying because she would just say "not now," or "not here," or "I'm not doing that!"
When we did get down to anything in bed, she would move pretty swiftly towards penetration. She might give me a few tugs, but refused to give me a blow job. This was mainly because, on the couple of early occasions that she gave it a go, my lack of any level of control meant that my little cock shot its load in her mouth very quickly. To say she didn't enjoy that would be an understatement, the taste was apparently repulsive, and I was selfish for not warning her that I was about to blow!
I would personally always try a bit harder on foreplay than her, to try and make sure she got something out of it, before I shot my load inside her.
Typically, I would start by worshiping her tits, rubbing and squeezing before rolling her large erect nipples in my fingers. I would then start sucking on them while my hand moved down to her pussy, where I would spend as long as possible, alternating between rubbing her outer lips, sliding a couple of fingers in and out and gently massaging her clit. This would bring moans of contentment and an ever wetter pussy. She would regularly tell me that she would orgasm from my finger work.
I would then try to move down to provide some oral pleasure, sometimes she would refuse, saying that she couldn't wait any longer and wanted me inside her. When I did go down on her, I would always get some additional moaning and additional orgasms. Despite the regularity of our lovemaking, it would always follow pretty much the same standard format.
She was so beautiful and her body was so hot that it was difficult to get bored by being naked with her, getting to touch and feel her. Despite this, there was always an element of me that wanted more. I had no interest in cheating on her so, like a lot of guys, I used the internet to expand my sexual world. It didn't take long before I was a bit of a porn addict. I like to think that porn helped her to more orgasms because I improved my masturbatory and oral techniques by watching, reading tips and trying them on her.
I knew Rachel wouldn't be in to porn or approve of how much I looked and read about sex, so it was always done secretly, in the home office while "working late," or supposedly playing World of Warcraft. She thought I was obsessed with that game, in reality I've hardly ever played, just set up a profile and done some basics in case I ever need to prove the cover story.
As I mentioned, I regularly put little things I'd learned in to my repertoire, but always fantasized about more and more extravagant sex ideas. I tried to introduce her to other ideas like role play, some basic home nudity, sex outdoors etc. and mostly she would look at me a little weirdly and ask where I got these crazy ideas from?
Nagging meant that she eventually gave in, and we tried some new things. One time she brought a leather catsuit and riding crop by mail order, she looked fantastic, and we had a few good nights with that.
