Readers,
This is a completely fictitious story being told in the first person. This isn't a promotion for any lifestyle, especially cheating.
How did I end up with this? I'm staring at the ceiling, it's dark, and I'm pondering life's decisions.
I'm not complaining, but I am confused. On my back, naked, with a beautiful redhead next to me who's equally naked. Oh, it's not my wife, though. Therein lies the problem.
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"Do you, Sandra Lynn Claremont, take Sydney Daniel Baines to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister asked my wife-to-be.
We both answered in the affirmative when asked and repeated the vows that followed.
We were 25 at the time and our new life together began.
I met Sandra, commonly referred to as Sandy by everyone who knew her, while we were in junior college our freshman year.
We were both headed in the same direction in our careers. We both were pursuing careers in family counseling, so we often took the same classes at the same time.
We grew up in this mid-sized town, yet we went to different high schools. There was an immediate attraction between us.
Sandy's physical features were easily noticeable. She was somewhat large busted and had nice wide hips that jutted away from her small waist. Her hair was like her name...sandy blonde. It was medium length and always pulled back in a ponytail or braided.
She was carrying on her family tradition. Her parents, Gerald and Stephanie Claremont, had a successful family counseling practice for over 30 years. They had bought a small home in the downtown area and converted it into a building with two offices and a modern waiting room (modern for that time in 1990).
They were looking towards their retirement and hoped that one of their two daughters would take over the practice. Sandy's older sister, Candy, chose to go into commercial real estate instead. Sandy never hesitated about her desire to be the next generation of Claremonts to run this practice.
I grew up in a good home as well. My father was a high school counselor and that was a huge influence on my life decisions. My mother was a cafeteria manager at a local elementary school. They were madly in love with each other and gave us a nice home with modest amenities.
Although not rich in goods, we were rich in love. My parents were the gold standard for parenting. They were strict when they needed to be. They also knew when to let us grow up and make more decisions for ourselves. My older sister, Madelyn, still holds up her mother as someone worthy of sainthood.
Another love of my life was golf. That was Dad's Saturday hobby, and I was swinging golf clubs from the time I was four. By the time I was in high school, I was the only freshman on the golf team with juniors and seniors.
My love life was non-existent until the night of my senior trip. We rode a bus to a large amusement park that had been rented out to at least another 100 high schools for that night.
My date for the night was Colleen. Colleen had a reputation for being easy, and I was surprised when I found out she didn't have a date for the night. She accepted my invitation immediately and although I didn't know her too well, she was hanging onto me while riding the bus and while walking in the park.
When no one was watching, she'd move my hand over to her smallish breasts, which were braless, and let me play with them. She then took liberties to play with my cock through my short pants.
By the time we got home, she already had a plan to go further.
She had moved into her older sister's apartment and her sister had no problem when she brought a guy home. That was my first sexual experience. She had flashed her breasts at me on the bus when nobody else was looking and I got to put my hand down her pants and felt the patch of hair between her legs.
By the time I got to see her full naked body in full light, I practically came right there. Her small breasts were firm with small, hard nipples, and her dark bush perfectly matched the short dark hair on her head.
My first time came and went quickly, but being 18 and a horny male, I recovered quickly and did it again. This time, I was able to withhold my load and I knew that Colleen was much happier the second time.
The problem was that was the only time we ever hooked up. She explained that she enjoyed her time with me and especially our second time making love. She sensed that I was thinking about something more serious with her...and she was right. To this day, she still lives in town and has never married. She enjoys playing the field. I will see her occasionally when shopping or at a sporting event and we are still very cordial towards each other. Sandy knows about her and our brief history.
It's not like Sandy had a virginal past. Shortly before we started dating, she engaged in a foursome at her cousin Betty's house. Her parents were gone for the weekend, and she saw an opportunity for some carnal fun. They each had sex with the same two guys over the period of two days. It was her first time and she admitted to the initial discomfort but enjoyed the feel of a guy inside of her.
One of the guys was her cousin's boyfriend, but she didn't mind. After that weekend, she dated Gray, the other guy three times and had sex several times with him. Each time ended with sex, but he had eyes for her cousin and ended up with her instead.
Although crushed, she discovered that she enjoyed sex. By the time we began dating, she was ready to do it again. Our first date was a good one, but by the end of our second date, she was ready to enjoy more carnal pleasures.
We went to her friend's house, where her friend, Bethany, took us to her room while we made love for the first time. I was so horny that I didn't care that her friend stayed in the room with us while we made love. This was the only way she could close the door behind her without her parents getting suspicious.
This time, the attraction was mutual, and we were a perfect fit in our studies. During the next two years of junior college and later with our university studies, we were an exclusive couple.
We lived together after junior college. This was against my parent's wishes, but they had suspected that our relationship had become physical. If either of our parents had offered to let us live together with them, we would have taken them up on the offer.
We shared costs of a studio apartment while attending the local university. Again, we shared many classes and so we were quite a natural fit to share our studies.
We graduated together and were engaged to be married. Although the wedding didn't take place until 3 years later, we were still inseparable.
Her parents offered her a partnership in their practice and added that I was welcome to join it. The first three years, we practiced separately with children and teens.
By the time we were married, we began counseling couples as well. Marriage counseling, as well as unmarried couples counseling, took up more than half of our time. Her parents finally retired for good, and it was all ours.
During her time in high school, Sandy's best friend was Eve Parton. I got to know Eve through Sandy and eventually Graham, her boyfriend.
Eve was on her high school tennis team and played golf at her parent's country club. She gave Sandy lessons and soon Sandy became enamored with the sport as well.
This led to many Saturdays on the golf course together followed by showers at the country club. Eve's parents, who had made good money in the stock market, got Eve and Graham membership in the club for the first three years of their marriage.
Once Sandy and I were capable, we joined as well. When the weather permitted, which was often, a person could find the four of us on the course. Sometimes on weekdays during the summer, we'd play nine holes after we got home from our jobs.
Eve had taken on her parent's interest in real estate, but she focused on being a mortgage broker. Graham had originally planned on being a firefighter, but he realized he liked what Eve did much more. Soon, they were a husband-and-wife team with their own office and business.
We had each done well in our chosen fields, although Eve and Graham clearly made more money.
One year after we were married, Sandy gave birth to our twin sons. Steve and Randy were good kids, but neither showed an interest in our livelihood. Steve entered the Air Force after high school and Randy took a keen interest in welding and began training. Today, he is very successful in his field and after eight years, Randy is an ace recruiter.
Our friendship took many turns and twists over the years. Although Sandy and I were compatible, our relationship seemed more like a business arrangement. At least, that's how I viewed it.
I never had reason to believe she was cheating on me. We worked so much together, and our leisure time was usually with Graham and Eve.
As we were entering our mid 50s, Graham and Eve bought a cabin in the woods about a half hour from our homes.
They were excited and took us to their cabin to show it off before they made their offer.
It wasn't anything fancy, but it had two bedrooms, a large kitchen, and a very large back patio. There was a trail from the back patio to the lake about 100 yards away.
They were very clear about the reason for showing us. They were gauging our interest in joining them there once they made the purchase and did some remodeling.
It was an easy sell for them. We loved it. I offered to help Graham with some of the improvements. I was better at home repairs than he was, and I often helped him at his home.
As much time as we'd spent together in over 30 years, we had never spent the night together in the same house or hotel room. I had always admired Eve's athletic body. Her bright red hair that was naturally curly was always nicely cut just above her shoulders.
She wasn't too large up top, but she had the most perfect ass of anyone I'd known and even after giving birth to a son and daughter, she had managed to keep her lithe figure.
The only physical feature that was equally impressive was her bright green eyes. Her eyes told me that she liked me as much as I liked her. Although she never did anything physical towards me that hinted at anything sexual, the sexual tension was obviously there.
Sandy's friendship with Graham was equally close. Although they had never had a chance to be alone, I always suspected that if the opportunity presented itself that they might succumb to the temptation.
In our private moments, we had admitted to each other that we found the opposite's partner desirable.
"You just want to see if her pussy hair matches the top part, you pervert," Sandy would tease me.
