**Note to Readers: Please respond with comments! Constructive criticism encouraged! This story was based on true experiences in my life. Names, dates, and locations have been changed to protect the sexually mischievous (ha-ha). Liberal creative interpretation of actual events was used to piece together a period of time. Even though some parts of this story are slightly altered or exaggerated, for story telling purposes, the essence of the tail is intact and comes from a private journal I kept.
At the time the following events unfolded in my life I had just turned 30. Susan, my wife, was 28. She was a naturally beautiful brunette. 5'8" tall and had an extremely athletic body. She had recently begun to compete in Olympic distance triathlons. The training for this kept her body in peak physical shape. Luckily for me she retained her breasts, 34C, even though most triathlon participants loose them. She had beautiful brown eyes and I remember when I first met her a friend of mine compared her looks to the actress Christine Taylor. I agree whole-heartedly, they could have been sisters separated at birth.
I have to admit looking back at the events now I was more open to this type of thing that I was willing to admit. I defiantly had my reservations but the mere thought of such financial gain tied to intense sexual pleasure was too appealing. It was our apple in the Garden of Eden.
To most our Garden of Eden would not have been an "Eden" at all but we were content. Our quaint house on a cul-de-sac in a quite neighborhood was our perfect home. Susan and I had been married for 5 years. We met on a semester break halfway through college and became fast friends. Our relationship started off as most do in college, no strings attached, but over the remaining years of college and through other miserably failed and wasted relationships we always came back to each other. Every time we reunited the confessions of our past lovers was always such a shock to me I didn't know how to deal with it. My "defense mechanism," if you can call it that, was to get turned on. The first time I experienced this emotion was over the phone. We were on again big time since our last summer break but were apart for the semester, which had just begun. This otherwise uneventful evening was the awakening of something in me I didn't know existed. She confessed to me that during our most recent time apart she had been with another guy. I knew this was obviously the case but had never been confronted with the reality before. With my stomach in my throat and my heart beating so hard in my chest it caused me to strain to hear her on the other end of the phone. Panic came over me.
"Really," I sputtered out.
Her voice began to crack and she went into an apology.
"That's not necessary," I said, "I understand, I don't feel any different about you now."
I was lying. My adrenaline was peaked! I could break the 3-minute mile no sweat. I could bench press a house. Holy shit I thought I was going to pass out.
"I thought you'd hate me," she said.
"Seriously, not at all," I responded, "Thank you for telling me. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about it?"
"If you'd like," she responded.
I slowly began asking her when, with who, where, and all the other details. As she began responding to each question I got harder and harder. This rush was overwhelming. Listening to her confess her exploits in such detail. My hands were shaking and I was slowly beginning to stroke myself.
"Well, it was Kevin. The guy you met that night we were out together at that bar. We had hung out before and once had a drunk make out session but nothing more," she said.
"Go on," I tried not to sound like I was begging.
"I went out with Britney that night and two of her friends from school I didn't know. We went to the bar where Kevin worked because it was ladies night," she explained.
"One drink lead to many and before I knew it I was tipsy and in the back of Britney's car with Kevin on our way home. When we arrived to drop him off he asked if I wanted to come in. I said ok and Britney asked if I was sure. I was drunk and my inhibitions were down so I decided to go inside. One thing led to another and we ended up having sex," she finished.
Dang, I need more; I'm about ready to loose my mind I thought.
"Where did you do it," I asked.
"We started in the shower together then finished in his bedroom," she answered.
"What position?"
"We started doggy but finished missionary," she answered.
"Did you wear a condom?"
A brief pause then barely audible sigh, "No," she replied.
BLAM! My head exploded. The visuals of her wet body, her gorgeous long wet hair, the image of her beautiful breasts hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of his hips undulating behind her. I was close! My balls were tight and I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum now. You could have dropped me into the middle of Times Square, a million eyes suddenly on me, and I wouldn't have noticed. I was transfixed and I was going to cum. My mind was so entranced I swear I could smell her perfume, hear her moans, and feel her wet, hot pussy around my aching cock.
"So...." Trying not to give away the fact that I was Nano-seconds away from coming.
I asked, "So, did he cum in you?"
"No, he pulled out and came on my stomach," she whispered.
That was all I needed to hear. I couldn't take one second more and I erupted. I came harder than I had ever cum before. It was like experiencing an orgasm for the first time and thinking "YEAH! FUCK YEAH! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!"
"Nick, are you there? Hello? Hello," she questioned.
The second hello pulled me back into reality and slapped me in the face. SHIT! Idiot! You're still on the phone and she is going to know something is up! Answer her!
"Yes, yes, I'm here," I stuttered.
"Are you OK," she inquired.
"Yes, sorry, I was just processing everything." In reality I was slowly beginning to make my descent from such a high.
We talked for about another hour or so and I felt incredibly attracted to her. More than I ever had in the past. Some sort of weird, unexplainable sexual energy I had never experienced before. We ended our conversation on a very happy note, happier than she realized of course, and said our goodnights. This happened a few more times throughout my college years. After graduation I landed a job in Texas. As the fates would have it Susan did too. This undoubtedly led to a wonderful relationship for one year, our subsequent engagement, and then our marriage.
Before our marriage we did some intensive couples counseling. We are both "planners" and wanted to start off right. During these counseling sessions we would receive homework. We would each get a question, write our answer, and then read our answer to each other.
The topics ranged from finances, to children, to in-laws, to health problems. What happens if you become pregnant and the child has Down syndrome? Who will handle the money? How involved will each of your parents be in your lives and your future children's lives? I had never thought about answers to such questions before. I was delighted when sharing my answers with my wife I found we could have written each other's. All but one that is.
What are your sexual fantasies? During this I confided in Susan about the times I would pleasure myself to her past sexual exploits. She was extremely loving and understanding as she always is. It didn't seem to even shock her as I thought it might have. She said she totally understood the turn-on for me. However she didn't share the fantasy and I soon found out she didn't care to even role-play it in the bedroom much.
