Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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My name is Larry Alexander. Everyone that knows me calls me L.A. I'm married, and my wife's name is Shirley Alexander. We've been married for fifteen years. We both came from very humble beginning and have worked very hard to become an upper middle-class family. We live in a suburb just outside of Atlanta, Georgia. We have one child and for the purpose of story telling it's not necessary to tell you a child's name.
For the most part, Shirley and I have a good marriage. We don't argue or fight very often (hardly ever). We have an average sex life. Some months we have sex 10 to 12 times and some months once or twice. It's usually routine in nature. We get in bed for the night, touch a little bit, then we do it and off to sleep we go. It's pretty much been that way since the beginning of our marriage. That's really where this story begins.
Before I dive into the story let me give you a little info on Shirley and I.
Me, I'm a 6'5" mixed guy. My parents are a combination of Italian and Puerto Rican. My skin remains a honey brown all year round. I've been an athlete my whole life. I no longer walk around with a six pack, but you'd definitely say I was in shape.
This story will contain a fair amount of sensuality and sexuality, so I feel obligated to tell you about my manhood and sexuality. So, my penis is the darkest part of my body. To me it's the color of a fairly dark skinned black man. Total mismatch of my body's skin tone. Soft, it's not impressive. It's about 4-5 inches long and has the thickness of a gold dollar coin. When it grows it's a pretty decent cock. The length extends to right at 8 inches and the girth is that of a silver dollar. It's not the biggest cock in the world but it's also far from the smallest. I've been happy with it my entire life.
Sexually I'd say I'm a freak. I find interest in a wide array of things (as you'll find out). I haven't always been this way. I guess you can say I've grown into the sexual freak that I am currently. I have lots of fantasies and I dream about them often. I have a unique ability to remember most of my dreams and often think about making them come to life. Enough about me. You'll find out more as we go.
Shirley is 5'5" and white. She's what you'd call thick. She's built very much like the porn star Alexis Texas (look her up for a visual) but with larger breast. She has thick thighs, thick ass, and full c-cup breast. She is proportioned appropriate in all ways. Her nipples are big but not big enough to be distracting. Her pussy is small, cute, and shaven to near baldness.
Sexually, Shirley is what I'd call conservative. She's not big on sucking cock. She definitely doesn't swallow. She's alright with "run of the mill" sex. She likes to be eaten. She likes to have orgasms. She masturbates now but hasn't always. It's something she's started doing at my request within the last year or so. She'll let me finger her ass but fucking her there is out of the question. She's not a freak at all. She's not inclined to get outside of her sexual box. She's comfortable with our sex life and shares no desires for anything else.
As a couple I've always wanted more. Even in the beginning I wanted to explore her body and her abilities far more than she was comfortable with. I've always wanted to push the limits, only to be restrained by Shirley. I get it. The way my mind works isn't for everyone. Everyone can't be a freak with a crazy ass imagination, right? My desire for more has caused me to have two separate affairs. Both were relationship style affairs. They both lasted a year or more. Shirley knows about both of them. She loves me and accepts the things I've done. She doesn't like them at all but has put both behind her and us. I feel as though she loves me more now than she did prior to the affairs.
I think that paints a pretty good picture of us individually and us a couple. Anything not exposed here will probably come up as the story unfolds.
A look back at the first part of year one of this story:
The year was 2012 and the month was March. Shirley and I had just joined a local CrossFit gym and planned to take our first class together. I had been a CrossFitting for a couple of years, but Shirley had just picked it up a couple month prior.
Night one, class one at our new CF gym started with a bar hang test. Basically everyone in class hangs from a bar as long as they can until there's only one person left hanging. 3, 2, 1, up the coach as everyone jumped up and grabbed on. Shirley dropped down about thirty seconds in and was followed within seconds by almost half of the class. With over a minute gone by there were three people left hanging. The says "great job L.A., James, and Krista. Hang on. Don't drop. Who's gonna last the longest." Shortly after his comments James fell from the bar. Coach says "and we're down to two. Whose it gonna be, the new girl or the new guy?" Then just like that Krista dropped down from the bar. What's strange is that instead of being excited to win, I was more fascinated with the way James ran over and hugged Krista, consoling her for finishing second. I figured they were a couple and were not aware of how touchy they were being in front of people they didn't know.
Fast forward about a month and a half and James, Krista, Shirley, and I along with a few others had become pretty good friends. I found out that James and Krista weren't a couple. In fact, that first night for us was only their second time meeting. James was a single, in listed Army guy. Krista was a married, mother of two, soccer mom.
A little about them both:
James was a short man. He stood about 5'5" tall. He shaved his head completely bald. His arms were covered in tattoos. To Shirley and I he was not a very good looking guy. He was in really good shape. He showed off his six pack and thick muscular thighs any chance he had.
Because he tended to wear very short and tight shorts all the time it was very easy to see the impression of his cock as he strutted around the gym. Through his shorts it appeared to be a descent sized cock. I'd say he was somewhere around the same size as me. The only exception was that it seemed as if his balls were much larger. They looked like limes through his shorts. I'm not gay but yes, my eyes wandered to that area as his junk pushed the tight fabric around it outward on a regular basis.
Krista was a fairly tall woman, standing about 5'7" tall. She was an average looking woman, not ugly but not pretty either. She was built like a college track athlete. She had thick thighs. A not big but tight muscular ass. Her stomach was flat with abdominal muscles popping out slightly. Her tits were meager, basically nonexistent. I'd say a small b-cub if not an A. She was in super shape and was one of the best athletes in the gym.
A few months after being at the gym I was given access by the owner to come in and train any time I wanted. This was perfect because I enjoyed training twice a day. My preference was to do some body building type stuff in the morning and take a CrossFit class at night. The first time I showed up at the gym early I was excited to see James and Krista's vehicles out front. I wouldn't have to workout alone.
