This story is a work of fantasy fiction. All participants herein are over 18 years of age. Thanks in advance for any constructive comments. Please enjoy.
It is often said that good communication is essential for a marriage to endure possible pitfalls and struggles. I have always believed that to be true, even more now than ever before. No matter what the circumstances, having the courage to remain calm, being slow to jump to conclusions, and having enough trust to talk things through, may be what is needed to save a marriage from unnecessary destruction.
My name is Dan Williams. Jenny Hart (Jenny Hart Williams) and I have been married for 6 years. Our marriage has been great. There have been times when both Jenny and I would comment on how blessed we have been to have such a close relationship. We have been holding off on having children, but just the last few months, we began planning and looking forward to getting our family started. It has been good to be just the two of us as we have grown very close in our relationship. When we married, I was 22 and Jenny was 20. Maybe that's a bit young, but we were in love and had been together almost every day since we met. To say that we were head-over-heals for each other was an understatement. Maybe some relationships are just meant to be, right from the start. I knew the first time I met Jenny that I wanted to be with her forever.
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It was during our third date that I told Jenny I wanted to talk to her about something that was important to me. She gazed into my eyes with just a moment of wonder, showing a bit of anxiety. As soon as I sensed that, I quickly put her at ease, not wanting her to fear a breakup or anything negative.
"Jenny, I am hoping this is not too soon, but I feel like you and I are meant to be together. I want for us to be exclusive with each other, that is, if you feel the same. We can do everything on a natural timeline just as we already are, but I want you to know, I do not plan on being with anyone else but you."
Her eyes brightened, and as they began to water, she smiled and gave me a tight hug.
"I know we have only known each other for a short time, but I feel the same way. While I'm not very experienced with dating and being around guys, I feel myself falling hard for you. You've melted my heart and I'm letting myself take the risk. So...let's be committed to just each other and enjoy how our relationship will develop."
We kept holding tightly to each other, sharing soft sensual kisses. I did not want to dampen the mood, but I felt the need to open up a bit about the level of commitment I wanted to have.
"I want to share something with you, and I hope it will not change how you feel about me. Because of the way I feel toward you, I don't want to hide anything from you. I am not asking you to do the same, that decision will be up to you, but I want to tell you that I have been sexually intimate with 5 different women in the past. The relationships I had with them varied in length, but there was never anything that I felt would go for very long. I have not recently been with anyone, actually it's been several months since I have been. I won't go into details unless you think you would want to know. What I am saying, is that all of that is in my past, and I am committing to being only with you moving forward. I know we have not gotten intimate yet, just our hugging, kissing, and light touching, and I suppose that more can take place when it feels right for both of us. For me, this is just something I felt the need to share as we take our relationship forward."
As she looked at me, I sensed that she was not expecting me to tell her about my past, but she also started to nod her head. She leaned in close to hold me tight again, letting me know how she felt.
"Dan, I am nervous and feel somewhat intimidated, knowing you've had sexual relations with others, but...I also know we are new to each other and it will be good for our relationship to make this open commitment. I...I'm not a virgin, but I have been with only one guy. I was younger, at 18, and it was not a sexual relationship that I looked for, and when it happened, it caught me off guard, maybe not as prepared as I should have been. After it was over, I made sure it would be a one-time thing. To me, it was a mistake, quite out of the blue. That person was not really a boyfriend or anything near that. If you are OK with it, I...I really don't want to elaborate anymore, other than to say, it was just one time and it was a little over two years ago, and I have not been with anyone sexually since then."
When she said this, I was OK with it and simply wanted to move forward from that point, committed as a couple. Yet, the look of concern on her face told me that she may not have had a good experience in what it was that she went through. We still held each other closely, our eyes locked, our hearts beating fast. It may have been the simple discussion about sex, or maybe that Jenny is simply one of the most attractive women I have ever met, but I was beginning to get hard, the bulge in my pants swelling into Jenny's stomach.
At just 22 years old, my hormones were always in overdrive. Holding my sweetheart, I could smell her hair, clean with a scent of apple shampoo. Jenny's hair was nearly a dark brown, cut lower than her ears but just above her shoulders. One of the things that first caught my eye when we met was her seemingly short hair. Jenny is 5'6" tall and approximately 125 pounds. I loved the way her tank top hugged close to her flat tummy, and how her arms were petite, yet muscular, as she held them around my neck. Jenny pressed her 34C tits into my chest, and I could feel her nipples harden. In a tight pair of jeans and high heels, Jenny could easily turn heads everywhere she went.
Being 5'10" tall, I glanced slightly downward, feeling Jenny tremble. Our lips met again, soft and sensual, feeling her tongue push inside my mouth. Maybe this was the moment that we would have our first sexual encounter, I thought as I pulled away briefly. I moved my left hand around to gently pull on the back of her neck, allowing my tongue to join hers as we kissed again. There was no mistaking that she could feel my erection now, her breathing was quick and ragged as I broke our kiss. For a brief moment, Jenny seemed a bit disappointed but I used my hand to gently tilt her head to the side. My lips moved along her cheek, finding her left ear. She shook and moaned slightly as I nibbled on her earlobe.
We had been standing on the steps to my apartment. I whispered in her ear, as I nibbled.
"Maybe we should go inside so we can be alone and more comfortable."