Chapter 1: The Setup
James
Dear reader,
My name is James, and this is a story about my wife, our relationship, and an erotic adventure that changed our lives forever. In the following chapters, you'll read the virtual diary of my wife, Samantha, as she records the various steps of her sexual journey. Each entry was written as an email to me to keep me informed as I allowed her - even encouraged her - to explore her sexual desires during a week we spent apart. Through her narratives, she not only discusses the intimate details of her extra-marital affairs, but she also shares her inner thoughts and feelings. I add a bit of my own writing along the way to disclose my reactions to her exploits, as well as to provide some context for what you will be reading.
Samantha and I met and began dating when we were both 18 years old. We were married when we were 22 years old. The story of her diary began when we were 26, and since we were virgins when we met, I was the only person she'd ever slept with and vice-versa. For the bulk of our relationship, the thought had never crossed my mind about Samantha being intimate with anyone else. Why would it? Samantha and I loved each other very much, and we both felt sexually fulfilled. We were young, fit, and full of life. We had sex regularly, more days than not, and often more than once a day. There was nothing missing in our sex life, or at least that's how it began.
You're probably wondering what we look like. Samantha is a slender natural blonde with stunning blue eyes and the sweetest dimples when she smiles. She has a small, slightly upturned nose that shows light freckles when she's been in the sun. Her lips are full, symmetrical, and perfect. She has the slender physique, limber arms, and the long, toned legs of a dancer. A healthy regimen of long-distance running and dance has kept her body in fantastic shape. At 26, she is just as much the perky, energetic young beauty she was when I met her in our teenage years. Although she is naturally fair-skinned, she develops a beautiful tan in the summertime from her time spent outdoors, often in a bikini to help reduce her tan lines. I like to tease her about how sexy her tan lines are to me - when I see the contrast between her sun-kissed skin and the lighter skin of her breasts and her backside, I know that I'm seeing parts of her no other man - or at least, very few - ever get to see. And although she rolls her eyes when I mention this, I know the compliment is well-received.
On to some of Samantha's, ahem, finer features. Scanning up from her legs, you would find the most wonderful, lifted, bubble of a butt framed by her narrow hips. She has a cute, conspicuous freckle on her left butt cheek that I sometimes like to kiss. Her breasts are natural C-cups - slightly more breast than I can hold in each hand. Her silver-dollar nipples are light in color; although they tend not to stand very erect, they are well-matched and quite sensitive to the touch. Her vagina is small, tight, and symmetrical. She keeps her bikini area waxed throughout the year, for my viewing pleasure. The outer lips of her labia rest gently together, concealing her inner lips entirely within. Upon spreading her lips apart, her small, delicate clitoris is revealed. It goes without saying, but this is also rather sensitive to the touch.
I've also asked Samantha to provide a description of me. I think it's rather generous, but here it is:
James has olive skin and dark, wavy hair. He usually has a well-kept beard or sometimes facial stubble. His hazel eyes are deep-set, soft, and caring. His nose is balanced, and his chin and jawline are firm but not protruding. He has thick, expressive eyebrows that I know he sometimes trims.
He's around average or slightly below-average height, about the same as me, but I find that he's the perfect height to cuddle at night and to kiss while standing face-to-face. He works out every day, so of course he has great muscle definition. He has the coveted inverted-triangle build, wider at the shoulders and narrower at the hips. He has well-defined back muscles like a swimmer, and his arms stand out in a tank top. His pecs are built from working the bench press, but they still are soft enough to lay my head upon. He's a runner, so his legs are strong, and his butt is round and firm - at times I'm a little jealous! It certainly does the job of keeping his pants upright, and when he wears jeans or slacks, the material tends to grip him tightly. Despite all this, he worries he's getting a "dad bod," so I tease that he has the fittest "dad bod" in the world. The "dad bod" joke comes from James's tendency to eat whatever horrible food he wants - or that I let him, I should say. If I'm the one baking cookies, he's the one eating them. Because of his eating habits, he doesn't exactly have 6-pack abs, but he doesn't have a beer gut either. I tell him that his main issue is his posture, as when he stands up straight and tightens his abs, he could pass as a fitness model.
Because James asked me to, I will describe his penis. Per our measurements, it is about 3.5 inches flaccid (barring when it's cold, he says) and 6.5 inches erect. From what we've read on the internet, his thickness is a bit above average but not overwhelmingly so. His dick points straight out when erect, is a uniform color that matches his skin tone, and does not have any odd bumps or blemishes. He is circumcised, and the head is proportional to the shaft. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed but not shaven, per my request. His testicles are normal-sized and very sensitive - any testicle play and he squirms, so usually we avoid that unless I'm mad at him for something (and then it's on!). Overall, I'm very pleased with his penis and wouldn't change a thing about it, or anything else about James. He's confided to me that he wishes it were bigger, but I get the sense that most men feel that way a little.
Hopefully these descriptions give you an adequate picture. I hope you see us as appealing, as the upcoming stories feature us - especially Samantha - in rather raunchy positions. Alternatively, I encourage you to visualize us however you like, in whatever way you find attractive. Bear in mind that to me, Samantha is a perfect physical specimen, a person as beautiful on the outside as she is within, who I feel blessed to be with every day. Samantha says she feels the same way about me - that given the chance, she would change nothing about me. My hope is to give each reader at least a glimpse of that experience in your own imagination, with imagery from your own inner world. To that end, please indulge me in a brief mental exercise.
Take a moment now to visualize the "Samantha" and "James" you'd like to imagine. Perhaps you enjoyed the descriptions I've given, or perhaps you'd prefer your own fantasy couple. Perhaps you'd like to imagine
yourself
as one the characters, whoever you relate to best. Maybe the other character looks like your spouse, your hairdresser, the person you have a crush on at work, your favorite celebrity, or "the one that got away." We could look like people of your own mental creation. Imagine me as a woman, if you prefer - the choice is yours. I would ask that you close your eyes for a moment and envision the characters' bodies, what they look like in clothes, and what they look like when they're not wearing clothes. Think of their faces - what they look like when they smile, when they're sad, when they're angry or perplexed. Imagine the features of their hair, or lack thereof - and their body hair, or lack thereof. Do you have specific images in mind? Good. Now we can proceed.
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Let me set the stage for how my wife's erotic adventure came to pass. One evening after a session of lovemaking, we laid together in bed reflecting on one of our mutual friends, Todd, who had always seemed to have problems in his dating life. He was our age, and although he was attractive and often had dates, he rarely spent time with a woman for more than a few weeks. We were discussing how Todd recently went on some dates with Samantha's friend, Jenny, but that the fling had ended in less than a month. In my naivety, I remarked that Todd must be lonely and was probably feeling desperate for sex.
"Hmm, I don't think so," Samantha said. "Not from what I've heard."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, Todd and Jenny can have sex without being in a relationship."
"True." Her certainty made me curious. "Wait, do you have inside information on this?"
"Maybe. Jenny and I are good friends, and we girls do talk about these things, you know."
"Actually, I don't. I knew that
some
girls talked about that stuff. I didn't know
you
did."
"Not with just anyone," Samantha assured me. "But Jenny and I have been friends for years. She likes talking about her love life, whether she's bragging or complaining or whatever."
"And was she bragging about Todd, or complaining?" I added a nervous laugh, as I felt a bit intrusive for asking.
"A little of both," she said. She sounded playful.
"Oh, never mind," I said, as my rational mind won over. Todd was a good friend. "I don't think I want to know."
"Suit yourself." She turned away and pulled the comforter up around her shoulders.
I sat in silence for a moment, thinking. "Sam," I said finally. "Do you tell Jenny about
