My name is Chris. I am a twenty-five-year-old woman and recently married to my college sweetheart named Jeff. The story I am about to tell is true and has happened within the past few months. Judging by reader responses to similar stories I have read on Literotica, I am expecting some unfavorable comments about this story. If extra-marital sexual contact is not your thing, then I ask you please move on and not read any further.
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I have been struggling with how to begin telling this story. Everything has happened so quickly. Although I am not one to talk about myself nor am I one of those girls who believe she is hot, I guess I should begin by describing myself.
As I mentioned before, I turned 25 about six months ago. I also married my college sweetheart about six months ago. I am a tall and thin brunette standing five-foot, eight-inches tall. I have small B cup breasts, a flat tummy and long legs that I have been told are very sexy. I have long, straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes.
My husband Jeff is also tall, standing over six-feet and has the wiry, muscular build of a swimmer. He has blonde hair and green eyes. He is also two years younger than me and turned 23 a week after our wedding.
Jeff and I met when I was a junior in college and he was a freshman. He was hardly my first lover but he was the one I fell in love with. My first lover was my high-school sweetheart who broke up with me the summer after high-school graduation. That summer is the one I think on as my "wild" summer. In that summer between high-school and college, I had an intimate "friendship" with my ex-boyfriend's best friend and yes it was more about revenge than sex for me. Also that summer I had a sexual encounter with a complete stranger while on vacation at the beach with my parents.
During my first month of college, I met a junior who became my boyfriend for two years until he graduated. By that time the relationship had run its course and we both agreed to go separate ways. Just before the holidays I met Jeff at a Christmas party in one of the dorm towers at school and the rest is history.
I have two older sisters, Kathy who is 28 and married to her career and Lisa who is married to a guy she met where she works named Keith. Lisa is 31 years old and Keith is 11 years older than her, was married once before and has a son from his first marriage named Kevin. Kevin is now in college.
Two years ago, when Jeff graduated, he found a good job and things between us had become serious enough that we moved in together. We still live in my apartment that I have been renting since I graduated college and began my career. My oldest sister Lisa and her husband Keith live only a few miles from our apartment and, as time has passed, we've grown closer and fond of both. I guess this is where the story actually begins.
Jeff and I married on June 28th of this year and both of my sisters were in the wedding as well as Keith because Jeff thought it appropriate to ask him to be an usher. Lisa was my bridesmaid.
About a month before the wedding, Lisa popped in one Sunday afternoon to ask me a favor. She wanted to know if I could spare my laptop for a day. Keith had a presentation at work first thing on Monday and his laptop died that afternoon while he was trying to finish it. Since all of my files are backed up to my desktop computer at work, I was more than happy to help out. On Monday night, Lisa returned the laptop with many thanks from Keith and then I never thought about it again.
Jeff and I had a beautiful wedding; everything a girl dreams of from a young age, and an equally beautiful honeymoon in Belize. Our honeymoon was everything you would expect. Despite having been together and sexually active for five years, we made love three times each day, went snorkeling over the world's second largest reef and had some fabulously romantic dinners including a very beautiful candlelight dinner on an old sailing ship at sunset. I cannot remember a time I was ever happier.
Once home, we continued to make love before falling asleep each night, literally slept in each other's arms all night and woke 30 minutes early each morning so that we had enough time to make love again before beginning our day. We were in marital bliss.
Just two weekends after we returned from our honeymoon, my life would take a dramatic turn. I am still not sure if it is for the worst or for the better. In fact, I'm not sure what it is or what to call it.
It was Saturday morning; only our second Saturday since returning from Belize. We began our day in the usual way; we woke and made love. Jeff has to work every other Saturday and this was his day. By 8:00 he was out the door with a cup of coffee and his computer case in his hand.
I took a shower and decided I was going to lie around the apartment for a while and read the paper while having another cup of java myself. Being a hot July morning and being I was alone, I decided to forego the bra and panties and just slipped into one of Jeff's T-shirts then headed barefoot to the kitchen to start a new pot of coffee. Just as the machine began to brew, the door bell rang.
As I looked through the peephole, I saw it was Keith. I thought it was very odd as he had never come over without Lisa before but I opened the door and peeked out at him. "Hey!" I said in a confused tone.
"Hey Chris," he replied, "May I come in? I really need to talk to you."
I hesitated for a moment but then stood aside and opened the door. I was also a bit self conscious as I was standing nearly naked in front of my brother-in-law wearing only Jeff's T-shirt with nothing underneath. I was certain my nipples were showing especially since I could tell they had become inexplicably aroused. But then they were always doing that.
As Keith stepped in, I noticed he was wearing workout shoes, bicycle shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. At age 42, he is a nice looking man. Not tall like Jeff but about my height and stocky. He has a broad chest, hips and abdomen with strong arms and legs. His eyes are as brown as mine and he has thick, curly hair that is mostly black with some grey now working around the edges.
"Coming from the gym," I asked?
"No; riding my bike this morning. Lisa is at the gym and then having lunch with a friend."
He was glancing around the apartment and then settled on my laptop on the dining room table. He pointed to it and asked if it was turned on. I shook my head in confusion but then stepped over to it and hit the power button.
"I have something I want to show you," he said seeming a little uneasy.