The story you are about to read is 100% true. I'm not sure why I wrote it and want strangers to read it. It is possibly a need to clear my conscience or it is just that I want to tell the story to someone because holding onto a secret; especially one as wrong as the one I have been holding, is just too difficult.
My name is Linda. I am a 32-year-old house wife married to the love of my life, Michael. Michael and I met when I was a senior in college and he was a sophomore. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of four years when I met this brash young man with a killer smile and figure that makes a woman's body tingle in all the right places. Although two years younger than me, he is far more mature than his age and we hit it off instantly. We do, however, make an odd appearance for a couple as Michael is 6'1" tall and just over 180 lbs and I am 5'4" tall and I hover around 100-105 lbs. Michael has short hair that is so blonde it is almost white in the sunshine and ice blue eyes. I have long, honey blonde hair and hazel colored eyes.
Perhaps it was because I was feeling lonely since the breakup with my former boyfriend or perhaps it was because Michael is so oversexed but our relationship became physical from the start. Okay; I'll admit to it, Michael got into my panties on the first date. It had been two months since my breakup and I had not had sex with anyone else in all that time. I had not gone two months without sex since I was 16 and I was horny as hell. But I digress.
After I graduated from college, I got hired on almost immediately at a company about sixty miles from my hometown and 40 miles from campus. Michael and I remained intimate and involved through his remaining two years of college. When he graduated, he got hired at a firm in my hometown only a few months after graduation. As soon as he was secure in his new position, he asked me to marry him during the holiday season of that year.
We were married the following September. Already having two good careers, we bought a modest home in a small bedroom community about half way between the city I worked in and my hometown where Michael worked. It was about a 30 mile commute for both of us each morning but at least it was all highways.
At age 25 I had everything a woman could want, a wonderful and loving husband, a great career and my own home. So why would I do what I am about to tell you and risk it all? I cannot honestly say. It was like some primal urge that I never knew existed in me that suddenly got pushed to the surface by a stroke of fate. Once it was there, I just couldn't stop myself anymore. The need to satisfy that urge and the thrill associated with doing what I know to be wrong is just too powerful and has taken over my otherwise quiet and contented life.
While Michael's high sex drive continued to be amazing; we had sex every morning before work, every evening before sleep and sometimes three to four times per day on the weekend, things had become a little routine by the third year of our marriage. It became more of a one 'position, let's just do this for release' sort of a physical relationship. By age 28 I found myself already closing my eyes during sex with my husband and fantasizing about former lovers in order to achieve my orgasms. Not that I had many former lovers. My first lover was my high school boyfriend, Scott. I gave my virginity to him when we were both 16.
After losing my virginity I remained with Scott until the June we graduated. Then he dumped me for his best friend's sister. Much the way I did when I broke up with my college boyfriend, I turned to another man. I had a summer job at a local restaurant where I had a summer long tryst with an older, married man that was my manager. It ended when I started college and met Andy, my college sweetheart. Then, at the beginning of our spring semester in our senior year and after nearly four years, I discovered Andy was having sex with my best friend. I dumped him and my best friend. Then I met Michael who became both, my lover and my best friend. Right up until the summer of my 30th birthday, I had remained faithful to Michael. In fact, I have never cheated on any of my former lovers as I have always considered myself a loyal and trustworthy person; until now.
During our third Christmas as husband and wife, Michael's parents gave him a new digital video camera as a gift. We never had one of those before and all of our vacations and family moments were captured on stills. So we were thrilled with the new video toy and documented our entire holiday with it.
During a weekend love making session only a few days before Valentine's Day, Michael made what was not so surprising of a request. In fact, I was surprised he did not ask sooner. As we lay spent on our backs and I could feel his semen oozing out of me and onto the sheets, Michael looked over at me and said, "Linda, I know our sex life has become a bit stale and so I have an idea about how to spice it up a little for Valentine's Day."
"Michael, our sex life is fine," I assured him. "In fact, it is more than fine. How many of our friends do you think have sex twice everyday and more on the weekends? Carol told me recently that she's lucky if her and Chuck have the energy to do it more than once per week."
"You talk about our sex life with Carol?"
"Not always but you know how we women gossip," I said with a chuckle.
"Really; what do you tell her about us?"
"Nothing much" I said with a teasing giggle and then included, "Just that you are amazing in the sack and have a big wand!"
Michael just laughed and said, "I wonder how many masturbatory fantasies Carol has had about that?"
"Hey," I said and play punched him in the side. Then we both laughed.
"So anyway," I prodded, "What is your big idea?"
"What do you think," he started, "If we celebrate Valentine's Day by renting a room downtown at the Embassy Suites with a hot tub and make a video with our new camera?"
It didn't immediately click what he was asking of me. Then it slowly began to dawn in my mind, "You mean like a porno?"
"Yes," he said, "Like a porno but only for us."