This story, like so many others, could have been published under a variety of headings, especially Exhibitionist & Voyeur, but after a lot of consideration I've decided to post it in the much-maligned Loving Wives genre.
So, for those readers of a more sensitive moral nature I feel I must warn you there is some consensual extra-marital sex contained within these pages.
There's no cheating, it's not BTB or RAAC, it just has an ending I felt was suited to a story involving consensual sexual activity between people, married and single, all over the age of 18.
If these themes offend you then may I politely suggest you pass on this story and find something more to your taste.
However, if you do read on please remember that it is just that, a story. The characters aren't real and the events depicted never actually happened.
Lastly, if you do continue on past this point I hope you enjoy the tale.
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An Unexpected Holiday...
Shivering slightly, I stood in the weak early spring sunshine while it made a feeble attempt to dispel the unseasonal chill in the air. However, holding my husband's hand, I barely noticed the cold as we stood on the street outside what would be our first house, waiting to open the front door and actually move in.
Biting my lip I trembled again, this time in eager anticipation, and took a deep breath trying to commit the moment that we had strived so long to attain to my memory.
Was it real?
Had we finally made it onto the first rung of the property ladder?
Lost in thought I stared at the small house and found myself reflecting on our marriage and recollecting how fortunate we were to have finally got here.
After leaving university I had found work as a primary school teacher while Liam, my husband, had taken a position as a junior engineer at a mid-sized company. It meant neither of us were earning huge salaries and we had gone without a lot of luxuries, including holidays, for nearly four years, saving hard to put together a deposit to buy our own home.
Now we were actually there.
We had the keys in our hands and the future we so badly sought beckoned to us.
Turning to look at him I couldn't help but think back to when we had first met.
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My boyfriend had recently broken up with me, he was graduating while I still had another year at uni to go, telling me he had taken a job up North and that he wasn't into long distance relationships. Given the miles involved and the fact he would be busy with his new job he felt we should both move on.
It wasn't as if I was head-over-heels in love with him but we had been together for two years and we seemed to get on so well.
Newly single and feeling rather unwanted I started my final year with a resolution to avoid the complications of being in a relationship and to simply focus on getting my degree. That had lasted all of six weeks when a friend introduced me to Liam, another student on her course, in the pub one Friday evening.
He had seemed really nice; at 6' 1" he was almost half a foot taller than me and very cute, with collar length dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that had me mesmerised from the first time I looked into them. So, when he asked me out at the end of the evening I threw my decision to stay single out of the window and hesitantly accepted.
I have to admit I was a nervous wreck for our first date, having decided that he was completely out of my league, and I probably would have cancelled on him if I'd had his phone number.
Not that I'm hideous or anything, it's just that I have always had issues about my body and although previous boyfriends have told me that I'm pretty I've never thought so myself.
Slightly taller than your average girl, at 5' 8", I have long straight chestnut brown hair down to the middle of my back and dark eyes. In line with my height, I have always been rather skinny, with long legs. Measuring a fairly flat chested 34B-23-34, my boobs are, at least to me, best described as little more than two fried eggs.
I needn't have worried though, our date went brilliantly and we got on amazingly well, to the extent that the staff in the pizza restaurant we had gone to had to ask us to leave at the end of the evening, so they could close up.
Walking me back to my dormitory his hand found mine, sending a tingle all the way down my spine, and when eventually he kissed me goodnight I simply melted.
It was just two dates later that I found myself in his bed enjoying some of the best sex I'd ever had.
From that moment on we were a couple and shortly after our graduation we moved in together.
We started out renting a small apartment and I found a position as a primary school teacher while Liam was taken on as a junior design engineer at a local company.
Immediately we began saving hard trying to put together a deposit to buy our own home. Being new recruits to our jobs meant neither of us was earning a huge salary and we went without holidays, meals out and numerous other luxuries in an attempt to set aside sufficient money to start searching for a house.
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Now standing here, holding hands with him, I was gazing at the fruits of our sacrifices.
It wasn't a mansion, just a simple three-bedroom semi-detached house, in need of some, mostly cosmetic, care and attention. Situated at the far end of a small close with a screen of trees to one side we only had the property next door to worry about and hoped we would get along with our neighbours, although we had yet to meet them.
"Are we going to stand out here all day or shall we go in?"
"What!" Liam's voice in my ear jerked me out of the daydream I had been in.
"I said do you want to go in or shall we just stand out here?" My husband grinned broadly and, taking my arm, led me towards our front door.
"Sorry, I was just thinking." I giggled and squeezed his hand.
"About?"
"How happy I..... ammmmmmm."
The last word came out as a shriek when, after opening the door, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the threshold.
"Welcome to your new home Mrs Ainsworth."
Still chuckling I wrapped my arms about his neck, "Thank you Mr Ainsworth, now put me down before you hurt yourself."
Smiling he lowered me to my feet and we started our tour of the house we had just bought while we waited for the van carrying all our worldly possessions to arrive.
We had obviously seen it before but now it was different, it was ours or at least part of it was while, for the moment, the rest was owned by the building society.
"So, which room shall we christen while we wait." We had just gone upstairs to look around when he slipped his arms about me and, pulling me back against him, asked.
"Definitely the...."
"Hello. Anyone home?"
Turning around to kiss him I had just started to answer when the removal men called up from the foot of the stairs.
"Later." I snickered, pecking him on the lips and wriggling out of his grasp to start downstairs to begin supervising the unloading of our belongings and to make tea for the workers.
Even with our minimalistic possessions it was still mid-afternoon before everything had been brought into the house and we were able to close the front door and get on with the arduous task of unpacking.
Ordering ourselves a pizza we started in the bedroom, putting the frame together and making the bed before opening a bottle of wine and settling down on a couple of unopened crates in our new living room to eat our take-away.
It was getting dark by the time we completed our meal.
"Let's finish this tomorrow." Liam suggested hopefully, swallowing the last of his drink.
"It's still early." I giggled, half-protesting and half-accepting, as I took another sip of wine.
"Well, we still haven't decided which room to christen first." He reminded me with a snigger.
Picking up my glass I sashayed out of the room, pausing at the door to glance back at him, "You need to put some curtains up in the bedroom then."
"Fuck the curtains." Laughing he quickly got to his feet, "We can just turn the light out."
"Whatever." I giggled and made a dash up the stairs.
By the time I had reached our bedroom Liam had just about caught up with me.
The moonlight coming through the double glass doors that opened on to a Juliet balcony gave the room a soft romantic glow and provided just enough light for us to see by.
When we had viewed the house the large window in our room was one of the reasons I had wanted it; the thought of being able to throw the doors open and look out over our garden had captivated me.
However, this was the first time I had seen it in the moonlight and I stopped, utterly transfixed by the sight.
Catching me Liam spun me around and kissed me, his tongue darting between my lips as both his hands moved onto my small mounds, fondling them through my top and teasing the sensitive nipples into hard points that jutted out against the thin material.
"Mmmmmmm... that feels nice." I sighed, my own fingers fumbling with the buttons on my husband's shirt while he played with my breasts, groping them through my clothes.
Dragging his top off his shoulders and down his arms I tossed it aside and dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands going straight to his belt. Unfastening his jeans I tugged them down to his knees and reached for his boxer shorts, my fingers stroking across the bulge tenting out the front of them before hooking under the waistband so I could draw them down as well.
Automatically my small hand encircled his swollen girth and, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him, I began to lightly stroke along his hard length.
"Fuck Hols.... don't tease me babe." Standing over me Liam groaned quietly as I caressed his tumescent shaft, "Put it in your mouth."
I fluttered my eyelashes innocently, my big brown eyes gazing into his, as I ran my tongue teasingly up along the length of his prick. Licking from root to the tip I savoured the taste of him before slipping my moist red lips over the bulbous, mushroom shaped cockhead.
"Muuuurrrrmmmmm.... Huuummmmmm.... Guuuurrrrrrrgggggg!"
