Welcome to a series of stories that are completely factual and recount the adventures of a married couple in their alternative lifestyle. We are very much in love and enjoy sex with each other, and with other people as well. What follows is an account of how that began and where it has taken us.
Chapter 1 Introduction
Kim and I met in college. We had a lot of the same friends and I would see her around campus or out at the bars. I was very attracted to her and badly wanted to ask her out, but she was married. She had married her high school sweetheart right after graduation. I was really bummed when I heard this because she was my ideal girl. She had long blonde hair, hazel eyes and a beautiful smile with cute dimples. Her figure turned every head with shapely legs, a nice full ass and magnificent, large tits.
Kim's husband attended a different college 40 miles away and visited on weekends. This gave me the opportunity to talk to Kim when we ran in to each other. We talked a lot actually. We learned we had the same interests in food, sports, entertainment, hobbies, and music. This was something neither of us had experienced in relationships before. We never dated or fooled around, but became good friends.
During our junior year, I heard through the grapevine that she had separated from her husband. I was overjoyed! The next time I saw her, she told me about the separation. She said they never had anything in common and she was bored in the relationship. She felt pressured by her family to marry him and knew all along it was a mistake. Kim and I began dating and her divorce was finalized several months later.
During this time, our relationship was a bit of a roller coaster. Some of our mutual friends began to talk about Kim's reputation. They said she had slept with numerous guys while she was married and that this was well-known around campus.
Kim and I continued to date, but I was becoming increasingly worried about the rumors. Kim adamantly denied them and she didn't act like she was easy either, at least not with me. We were not intimate until over four months into the relationship.
Sex with Kim was great. She was obviously experienced and was not inhibited. Unfortunately, this served to worsen my worries about her reputation. Kim insisted the rumors were false. She said they were started by jealous mean girls in her
class who hated her because she got too much male attention and was president of the class to boot. I finally decided that no matter what the truth was, it was in the past and we decided to move on, together. I applied for grad school and Kim agreed to follow me across the country to start the next chapter in our lives.
Chapter 2 This one time
The next year was a blur. Kim started a new job and I started grad school. We were both busy, but our relationship was great. She continued to reveal her natural, uninhibited sexual side. There was spontaneous sex at home, in the car, even in public. She would stop by my office unannounced on her lunch break, hike up her skirt and bend over my desk or suck my cock until I came in her mouth. She would then wipe up and leave with a wave and a "See you at home."
Things cooled a bit when Kim's job changed and she could no longer leave for lunch. This was no big deal though, we still had great sex at home. At this point, I had begun playing out fantasies in my head when we were together. I imagined that she was, in fact, a slut in college and this was an amazing turn-on. She showed me how fun it was to have spontaneous sex. She helped me accept that sex is sometimes just sex. I was finally free of my neurotic worries. My anxiety had been transformed into passion and this intensified not only our sex life, but our bond too.
We got married a year later and things were going great. We had settled in to a routine, but there was still plenty of passion. I continued to fantasize about Kim's past and wanted to hear her stories. I asked Kim about this numerous times, but she was not too enthusiastic. She was afraid it would backfire and I would get weird again, ruining everything.
I began talking about our own recent adventures while we were in bed. It always heated things up. I then asked her about similar experiences she had with other people. She was guarded about this, but did eventually open up. After months of trying and a few fights, we were lying in bed, naked, talking and out of the blue she said, "There was this one time..."
My ears immediately perked up. Could this be it? Is she really going to tell me a story?
Trying to play it cool, I responded, "What do you mean? One time for what?"
"One time I was unfaithful," she whispered.
My dick twitched and my heart pounded.
She went on, "It was at the pool in my apartment complex. I had worked all day and was hot and sweaty. I locked myself out -- again -- and my husband wasn't going to be home for several hours. I decided to go sit by the pool and this guy who lived there walked by. He said hello, and, you know, we started talking."
"Did you know him?" I asked anxiously.
"Not really," she replied. "His name was Kevin. We had met lots of times around the complex. He always went out of his way to talk to me, even if my husband was there. He was the jock type, tall, built, handsome and confident."
Before she could continue, I excused myself and rolled over on top of her. "Don't mind me," I said. "Keep going." I then quickly inserted my stiff cock into her already soaked pussy. She closed her eyes and let out a long moan as if I had perfectly scratched an itch for her.
"He asked what I was doing and I told him I was locked out of my apartment. He offered to loan me a swimsuit if I wanted to swim while I waited. He said it belonged to an ex-GF and she had left it at his apartment. I really did want to take a dip so I agreed. He went up to his apartment and came back with a very small two-piece suit."
I continued my steady rhythm in and out of her hot cunt.
"I refused to put it on at first, but he eventually talked me into it and I went inside and changed. He had said I was about the same size as his ex so it should fit just fine. He was wrong about that, at least in the top. My boobs did not fit in the tiny triangles. They were sticking out the top and the sides. I was afraid if I moved too fast, they would just pop out completely. I debated, but eventually went back out to the pool in the tiny bikini. I was so anxious I was shaking and I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples sticking straight out."
"Did he like it?" I asked nervously.
"Oh yeah. He started clapping and said, 'You look wayyyy better in that than she did.' Oh my god!"
"I felt very self-conscious and exposed and decided to just jump in the pool and hide
underwater. Unfortunately, as I worried, the top came off completely. He jumped in after me and before I could get the top back in place, he swam up behind me and put both hands on my tits. I was startled, but also realized he had very large hands."
"You know how they always say big hands, big dick? Well, in this case they were right. I reached up and grabbed his wrists and it was then that I felt his hard dick stuck right in my butt crack. It was huge and I could feel the swollen head as he moved it up and down."
"I think I better stop there. I don't want you getting upset," said Kim as she closed her eyes, seeming to watch the memory play out in her mind. "Just keep fucking me,"she cooed.
