Hotwife Pam 01 - The Crush.
Pam - Italic
Tim - Standard
Storyline - Bold
Tim and Pamela are in their mid-twenties and happily married.
An attractive couple, they both had well-paying jobs and with that, a nice home.
Good communication and a general interest in each other's likes and interests meant a happy relationship.
They made love twice a week and while not as exciting as the early days, it was still satisfactory.
In his eyes, she was a goddess, 5 foot 8 inches, long legs, and perfect breasts.
She changed her hair color often, which in many ways epitomized Pam.
She was adventurous, imaginative and willing to try new things.
An example would be the time she came home with a new hairstyle and colored a very bright red.
Later that same day, Tim spent more than an hour performing cunnilingus and intercourse.
The latter had him staring entranced at Pam's beautiful groomed pubic thatch.
Inch long pubic hair shaped in a V and the same bright red as up top.
Now in their fifth year as a couple, a report card would say; a good solid relationship, financially sound, strong all around commitment; which would give a mark of a B+.
Why was it not an A?
Unfortunately, the past year had seen a slow decline sexually.
That was until...
I heard a vehicle pull up and moments later a car door closing.
I rose from the bed upon hearing a key opening the front door and put on a short sheer nightgown.
I was slightly excited, my loving husband Tim had been away on company business for 10 days.
This would mean some better sex than usual and I was playing my part.
"Hi honey I'm home," he called out.
I sauntered out, almost naked, the open gown with only a white garter belt attached to white stockings and white high heels.
I stood at the top of the stairs and waited for his usual lustful fervor.
Pam was without doubt the sexiest female I had ever seen and all mine, my wife.
I looked for a moment but I was preoccupied with some other thoughts.
I loosened my tie as I walked up the stairs; I kissed her and said that I missed her.
Giving her perfect firm round butt a squeeze I then said I would have a quick shower and join her in bed.
Undressing in the ensuite bathroom, my wife was in bed and I said to her, "It really is a small world."
Telling her how I had spent the last ten days with the Sales manager from that city.
Great person, who actually grew up here, went to the same high school as Pam.
Pam was not responding, I stood in the doorway in my small white briefs encasing a slightly aroused penis.
"His name is Terry, um Terry Stone, do you know him?"
Her head turned quickly, looking at me and then quickly acting as if thinking.
She shrugged and asked his age.
Two years older, I replied and she again did the thinking act, and then answered with a maybe or vaguely.
I mimicked her voice, "What about his sister, Gloria?"
She turned a little red and quietly said, "Oh that Terry."
I meanwhile had been fondling my penis, which seemed to be enjoying the moment.
My wife had a startled look upon noticing this.
As I removed my briefs and got in the shower, I said a couple of things along the lines of; Terry telling me some very interesting things.
That was a shock and while my husband showered, I went back in time...
I was aroused thinking naughtily that Terry might have said some interesting things but if Tim only knew...
Gloria had been my best friend right through our school and college years.
Terry, her brother was two years older and had no part in my life, until my final two years of college.
He was a state swimming champion and his parents had tasked him with Gloria and me training.
We had to get up early and he took us to swim training.
I fell in love with him that very first morning.
Gloria and I were part of a frat at college; we both had experiences with boys.
Kissing, intimate touching no let me correct that; giving hand jobs and the male version, getting fingered.
That first morning, Terry appeared from the change room, a towel around his waist.
He walked straight past me as if I did not exist; I sat there taking in his Greek god like upper body.
He discarded the towel and I watched him stretch.
As he dipped his swim goggles, I moved, sitting just feet away from the start block.
He stood up and put them on his head, and then he noticed me.
Standing in front of me he said I needed to get into my training, I could only nod.
Terry was wearing swim briefs, Speedos, the competition type; very tight and very low waist.
His body looked shaved but a tuft of pubic hair showed, it was underneath that which had my budding womanhood on fire and soaking wet.
I had, up to that time, the experience of two different males and their penises in my hand.
My hand easily encompassed these penises.
Terry dressed his penis slightly up and to the left, a lot to the left and it was very thick.
What would it become with my stroking?
Below that was his sack and it too was huge!
The shower was still running and I noticed my pussy was very wet.
How was I going to handle this? Yes, Terry had been my super crush, the one I had wanted to deflower me.
Gloria thought it funny, but by the second year, she was skipping some swim training while I attended every one.
I was now constantly being told that I was beautiful and with a lot of attention from males.
There was just one male I wanted and I was delighted having caught him looking at me that way.
I waited patiently for him to make a move; I would then bare my soul, give him my flower, marry and be his forever.
There were six weeks left, my best friend no longer trained and this day was one of the worst.
We had finished training and gone to our perspective change rooms; I removed my one piece and then walked naked over to put my empty drink in the trash.
I stood on a piece of glass and screamed from the pain and the pool of blood.
Moments later Terry came running in, soaking wet, and a towel around his waist.
He picked me up, sat me down and knelt in front of me.
He inspected my foot and pulled his towel off and used it to clean my foot the held it tight to stop the blood.
Then there was a moment, time stopped; my legs were spread and he was looking at my virginal vagina, opened and beckoning.
Meanwhile I was gazing trancelike at his majestic manhood that lay along his muscular thigh.
From the boys I had been with, the nude male models in magazines, my father, uncle, two cousins; they were all small compared to Terry.
Then we both looked at each other and as we came together to kiss, I took his hand.
As we kissed deeply I moved his hand to my place of desire, my wetness felt like molten lava and he moaned upon reaching that place.
My unsullied vagina gave signal of her complete acceptance to be deflowered.
She knew that shortly an assault would take place on that wall and got well prepared.
A monumental object being sent would be very well lubricated, entry guaranteed and welcomed.
The fee would be a very large amount of man seed.
My hand reached down, I would no longer wonder and I pulled away from our kissing.
Now I would state the obvious upon feeling this python like cock.
It was so heavy and I could not encircle it with my hand, this while still almost in a flaccid state.
I knew two hands would be required but as if by miracle, my lifting and touch had it enlarging.
Holding it up and then gliding my hand along the length had in less than a minute produced a full erection.
Terry at that moment said not to be scared.
Lifting his large penis up with one hand while the other felt his huge sack and I answered that I was not scared.
THEN, the moment the world turned upside down!
An older male's voice bellowed out, "What in hell is going on here!"
<Aftermath> that voice belonged to one of the head coaches.
To prevent scandal, they had Terry removed from all forms of competing and under advice, his parents agreeing, relocating elsewhere.
He tried to contact me but I felt as though he would not fight for me and when he did eventually reach me on the phone, I told him to fuck off and then hung up.
I saw him twice after that, Gloria's birthday and the following Christmas, we talked and I understood. I did not have those feelings for him by then even though both times he had a different dolled up bimbo with him.
Now, as an adult, I know it was infatuation, first love, a puppy love.
More importantly, I know he shares some of Gloria's traits and it would not have been a happily ever after affair.
I have absolutely no regrets, I have the best partner in the world and Terry would not come close.
HOWEVER, the sex I am sure would have been AMAZING!
Almost finished my shower and eagerly wanting to begin.
I really love Pam, with too many reasons to list and just before is another classic Pamela example.
