The idea for this story come from reading some of the stories written by Argee, who hasn't posted anything new for a couple of years. I didn't always agree with how some of his stories turned out, nor do I expect all who read this story to agree with, or like it. Hopefully some of you do enjoy it, if so, let me know (after all I know I'll hear from those who don't like it.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. My name is Carrie, and I've been married to Mike for 10 years. We have a solid loving marriage, with one child, a four year old son whom we both adore.
Mike and I had known each other for a long time, going back to elementary school, but until he asked me out mid way in Grade 12, we were more acquaintances than good friends. But we'd gotten to know each other better because my best friend was dating his best friend and we were often dragged along on outings with them, as their parents didn't like them being out all the time on their own. On more than a few occasions we were left to entertain each other, as Karen and Rob snuck off for some 'private time', and the more we got to know each other, the more we enjoyed our times together. Thus it almost seemed natural to move into dating mode as our friendship grew.
Our relationship progressed nicely, though sex wasn't to be right off the bat. The first night he drove me home, we exchanged only a brief kiss, but to tell the truth, that kiss turned me on more that the fooling around I'd done with the other boys I'd dated. I have to admit I wasn't a virgin, having given it up to Terry, one of the big time jocks at our school. Unfortunately it was nothing special, in fact it was over so quick I sometimes wondered if I really had been fucked. Only the pain memory of the fear of pregnancy, because he didn't use the condom he said he would made it real. This was a one time shot, Terry lost interest in me as soon as he'd zipped his pants back up, and the way he treated me, led me to be more cautious with my other dates. I did my share of petting, even gave a couple of hand jobs, but no blow jobs, and definitely no more fucking. For that matter, a few guys got to undo my bra and play with my breasts, though none of them got closer to my pussy than rubbing it through my pants.
Gradually Mike and I built up the physical side, with heavy necking, eventually leading him to slide his hand under my sweater and play with my boobs through my bra. After stopping at this level, he would unhook my bra, and do what no other guy had done, suck on my nipples. This drove me nuts, leading me to start to grope his cock through his jeans, then sliding my hand under his shorts and grabbing his rock hard penis. The first time I did it was too much for him, and he came in his pants.
After that night, I grew smarter and would release his cock from his pants before I started to play with it. Before long, his hands were in my panties, feeling there way around my soaking wet pussy, while still sucking on my boobs. The first time he stroked my clit I almost hit my head on the roof of his car. The end result that night was that I had my first orgasm which wasn't self induced.
After that night, mutual masturbation became a regular part of our private time. While I know that Mike wanted to do more, he acceded to my request to not go any further. Finally after a couple of months, in part encouraged by Karen's description, I shocked him by taking his penis into my mouth and gave him my first blow job. He was more than happy to reciprocate, and I'll never forget the feeling when I first felt his tongue on my pussy, nor the first orgasm it produced. Quite happily for me, Mike enjoyed eating my pussy as much as I enjoyed him doing it.
Needless to say, it wasn't much longer until we did make love, for by then we knew that we had something special. I'd managed to get on the pill, waiting until I knew I was safe. After talking with Karen, I gave him a blow job first that night, to make sure he'd last longer.
Unlike the pain and discomfort from my first futile effort, it felt great. I was nervous when I felt the head of his cock push up against me, but Mike was so gentle, taking his time until I could feel his pubic bone thrust up against mine. From talking with some my girlfriends, I didn't expect an orgasm, but as he thrust his cock in and out, sometimes almost pulling it all the way out, other times going faster, the feelings built and I came to a shuddering climax. I think it was the convulsions of my pussy that led him to immediately pour his semen deep inside me.
Our relationship continued to get stronger through college and our marriage. Not only were we spouses, but we also were best friends. Our sex life was great, we both were willing to try new things, and both loved giving pleasure to each other. When we were out and about, one of us would frequently point out a member of the opposite sex to each other, and jokingly wonder if they were a good lay. There was no reason for either of us to want anything more than what we could give each other, but somehow I thought I did want something more.
A couple years ago, I became good friends with Sandra, a gal I met at the gym (I like to keep in shape and work out faithfully). Our friendship developed to the point that we started working out together. The two of us would often stop for coffee or a cold drink after our workout, and our conversations ranged all over the map, eventually reaching sex. Sandra couldn't believe that I'd only been fucked by two guys, and one of them only once. She was also amazed that I'd never been unfaithful to Mike. I found out that Sandra had been with many partners, both before and, to my shock, after her marriage. She told me the best times were after she got married, when with her husband's consent and encouragement, she had brought a lover home and did it while her husband watched. What made it really special was when her husband attacked her after the lover had left, she told me they never had had better sex. When Sandra first told me about these escapades I was embarrassed, and told her I had no interest in doing anything like that, after all I loved Mike and was more than happy just to be with him. But eventually Sandra started to get to me. Perhaps it was her portrayal of how much her husband had loved it and often joined in a threesome, and how her other lovers taught her new tricks that she was able to share with him. Maybe it was the realization that most of my friends had more lovers than I had, even if they had been faithful since marriage, and I knew a number hadn't been, but the more she talked about it, the more I started to think about it.