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I never planned on having an affair. It was just something that happened. I love my husband. Other men barely ever even crossed my mind, but then James moved back to town. James and I had known each other since we were in sixth grade. We grew very close all through middle school, so it was only natural that we started having sexual fantasies about each other in high school.
Early one morning in our sophomore year, James came over in the morning like he always did. My mother was rushing out the door and let him in. I was lying in my bed and in the throes of orgasm when he opened my door. When I had settled down, he had taken off all his clothes. With both of us naked, things just took off from there. We never made it to school that day.
James and I lost our virginities to each other that morning. We had no idea what we were doing but as the days, weeks and months went along, we figured out what worked and enjoyed our new relationship very much. Since I had been on birth control since my freshman year, that was never a concern for us. We had sex anytime and everywhere we could.
From then all the way through high school, James and I were dating. Everyone thought that we would end up getting married, even I thought that until James told me that he was going to go to college at UCLA. He felt that he needed to leave home and experience new and different things. I was crushed. Graduation was on a Saturday afternoon, and he was on a plane to LA Monday morning.
I spent most of the summer crying, swearing off boys, just your basic stuff when you get your heart broken. By the time I started going to State College, I had mostly gotten over it and was ready to start my new life. I had always known that I wanted to be a teacher. My favorite teacher in high school had let it be known that she was going to retire in 5 years and move to Florida.
My time in college was great. My freshman year, I focused on my studies. I actually took two years' worth of classes. I made the Dean's List every quarter despite the heavy workload. My sophomore year, I took Junior level classes and again made the Dean's List. The school awarded me an academic scholarship for the remaining two years. Before my junior year started, the Dean and Guidance Counselor met with me and recommended that I take an easy courseload these last two years, so that I could enjoy a full college experience.
I agreed, and that would be what became my wild year. I hadn't had a relationship with anyone since James, let alone had sex. After talking with my best friend Stephanie back home, I decided that I would cut loose and experience everything I could. I partied at all the frat and sorority houses. You learn to be tough when you party at places like that. College guys aren't used to being told no, and sometimes they'd get violent. I learned to stand up for myself that year and to defend myself. I also smoked some pot sometimes, I did a line of coke at one party and hated it, I took ecstasy at a weekend rave. I had quite a few hookups and one-night stands and even an orgy where I got tag teamed by two guys and had a threesome with Stephanie and her boyfriend at the time. I still managed to make the Deans' List every quarter that year.
My senior year, I had my first boyfriend since James. His name was Robert, and he was a 30-year-old attorney that I had met at a bar in my junior year. We would meet for lunch on Monday and Thursday and then spend time together during the weekends whenever we weren't busy with something. That went on for six months until his wife walked in on us having sex in his downtown apartment. I never knew he was married. He told me he was single and never wore a ring. I managed to slip out unhurt as she focused her anger on Robert. I never spoke to him again after that day, though she did track me down and we talked at a park in the city later.
The tears, the hurt, the pain that she was in stayed with me. I couldn't understand how someone could say they love somebody and then cause them that kind of pain. If only I had known the future then.
I ended up graduating Summa Cum Laude and was our class Salutatorian. I had worked my ass in classes, I had my wild college experiences, and I was going back home with two jobs lined up and ready to settle down.
My first year as a teacher, I was a substitute for the schools in our county. I saw how the schools were run at my hometown school in the city, in the suburbs and in the small towns. That was such an eye opener to say the least. I also had a job being a landscaper at a nursery. It was run by a family friend who hired me with the understanding that I wanted to be a fulltime teacher. So, if I didn't get called in to sub, then I'd work at the nursery.
I ended up being offered three teaching jobs after that first year. One job was in the city. One job was in a suburb just outside of the city. The third was at a small-town school. While it was nice to get an offer from my hometown school in the city, I knew that I could never work there. I ended up taking the full-time teaching job at a school in the suburbs just outside the city.
I was happy with my life. I was a full-time teacher and I liked working at the nursery in the summer. Something about getting my hands dirty made me feel more grounded. So, for three years that's what my work life was like.
My love life was another matter. I went on some dates, but nothing led anywhere. All the men wanted was to get in my pants on the first date. It was depressing and frustrating. They'd lie to you and tell you what you wanted to hear, thinking that you'd just let them have sex. The few that I did have sex with, was just to take the itch off and they were all very disappointing.
If a guy had a big dick, all he did was just slam it in for five minutes before cumming, and thinking he was god's gift to womankind. That we should all just fawn over him and his genetic anomaly. If a guy was on the smaller side, he'd last too long and that's just as bad as being a quick finisher. Plus, they were very clingy.
I had all but completely given up finding the right man to settle down with when I met Sean. I had been given the lowdown on him by my boss at the nursery. He was around my age and building his own house from the ground up. So, I figured he'd be some spoiled rich man-child. On our very first meeting I could tell he was absolutely smitten with me. I was talking to him, but he didn't say a single word, just stared at me. His father literally hit him in the face with a rag to snap him out of it. It was adorable and really made me feel good. He was handsome and was very hands on with his job.
We eventually started dating and I found out that he the perfect guy. He was hardworking, he was smart, he was very honest, he was incredibly nice to everyone he interacted with. He was a gentleman. He didn't even kiss me until our third date. We had been dating for five months and he didn't even try to have sex with me, and I was so horny it was frustrating because I had fallen completely in love with him.
I finally confronted him about it on a date and that was when he told me that he was a virgin. I couldn't help myself; I started laughing. I had heard every excuse under that sun, but this was the first time someone tried to pull that card out.
When I looked back at him, I immediately knew he wasn't lying. He had a look of embarrassment and hurt on his face. I watched in shock as he threw a couple bills on the table and walked out. I followed him out apologizing for laughing. He got in his truck, turned it over and started backing out of the spot. Without thinking, I jumped in the back. It didn't matter to him at all, he just kept driving.
I had found a great guy and then laughed when he told me something that was so personal. I started pounding on the window and apologizing, until finally all I could hear was music. I finally relented and just sat there. He was speeding along and took a few turns sharply which threw me around a bit, but I knew that he was going to his house.
I was angry with myself, and I was angry at Sean for the way he drove, getting thrown around in the back of a truck isn't pleasant. When he finally pulled in, I jumped out of the truck and slapped him in the face. He simply picked me up like I was a ragdoll and threw me in his pool. I stood up and watched him walk over and sit down. I was thinking that nobody treats me this way. So, I yelled at him for ruining my dress and hit with a shoe. He took it away and threw it down. I tried to slap him again, but he just grabbed my wrists and stared at me. I couldn't get a read on him and I sure as hell wasn't backing down.
He told me that I could sleep in the guest room, and he'd take me to get my car in the morning.
I told him "Like hell I was" and I stormed off to his room. I continued to act like a defiant child until he finally yelled at me. I'd never seen him raise his voice before, and I shrank in defeat. I felt like I had blown my chance. When he came out of his closet with clothes for me, I saw that he had a big, nice-looking bulge in his boxers. I knew that I had one final hailmary to make. So, I simply pulled his cock out and seduced him.
