I always felt that I had married up. My husband Bryce was so much better looking than I am, and so much more of an extrovert. What was really surprising is that even though we are the same age and went to the same college, Bryce never indicated any interest in me until the last semester of our senior year, shortly after we had both just turned twenty one (I was ten days older than he was). I was quite surprised by his interest, and enormously flattered since almost any rational female would rate him a 10, and almost any rational male would rate me a 7, in the looks department.
The first time that we had sex – and almost every time after that – was magical. While I wasn't a virgin before Bryce and I got intimate, my three previous partners did not provide experiences that would find their way into a romance novel. With Bryce it was entirely different. He seductively undressed me, and lavished attention not just on my tits – which he got rock hard – and pussy – which he turned into Niagara Falls – but all of the rest of me. I never knew that I had erogenous zones on my neck, back of my knees, or ass.
My only concern the first time was whether his meaty cock would fit in my tight pussy. I was so wet, and he was so gentle and purposeful at the same time, that it wasn't an issue. What was an issue was my four orgasms, each more spectacular and intense than any previous orgasm in my entire life, before he came in me. I never asked for a condom, and he never offered, and since I refused to wash my pussy for two days afterward I seemed to be leaking cum almost every couple of hours, resulting in a minor orgasmic aftershock each time I felt something on my thigh. He must have deposited an entire liter.
After our first love-making we fucked two or three times a week, seemingly as good or even better each time. I did need to douche, though, because I couldn't finish school if I periodically got "dripping cum shocks," as I started calling them, for a day or two after each fuck.
My over-protective, and extremely wealthy, father was suspicious of Bryce's interest in me once he met Bryce. Much to my embarrassment he essentially grilled Bryce like a prosecutor might an alleged sex offender during a trial. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, and was sure that after the way that my father treated him that he would dump me. To my shock he answered all of my father's questions including with some hard-ass comebacks (like "Why do you have such a low opinion of Amy. She's beautiful inside and out and just because you're not perceptive enough to see it doesn't mean that I'm not!").
When we left my parent's house after Bryce's grilling I started to cry while apologizing to him. "No need to be upset, Amy," he said while lifting my chin and drying my tears, "you're Dad just wants what's best for his little girl. He was just being protective."
"You mean overprotective, don't you?" I got out through my tears.
"Hey, I can't have my girl upset," he said. "I've got just the thing to improve your mood."
With that he turned off the highway, drove to a secluded ridge that I didn't even know was there even though it was less than ten miles from where I grew up, helped me out of my seat then moved it up all of the way, dropped his pants and boxers revealing a raging, throbbing hard-on, sat me on his lap in the back seat, and proceeded to fuck the shit out of me.
My over-the-top orgasm drove every remnant of pain and embarrassment from my body and replaced it with fried nerve endings. I was still almost comatose when he dropped me off at my dorm with a soul-touching kiss while cum rivulets ran down my thighs.
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After I showed my parents my engagement ring, and Bryce himself brought up the issue of a pre-nup with my father, my Dad seemed to be somewhat mollified. The pre-nup said that if the marriage dissolved for any reason except adultery on Bryce's part in the first ten years, he'd get only $300,000 from my trust fund (which was more than $20,000,000 once I turned twenty six), and the pre-nup expired after ten years. If it dissolved in less than ten years as a result of his adultery he'd get only $50,000.
Our wedding was fabulous, even if a little-over-the-top since I was my parents' only girl and they wanted me to be happy and impress their friends at the same time. I know that every female there was jealous because Bryce looked so handsome, and I was very pleased that I looked the best that I ever had, even if not in Bryce's league.
The honeymoon – seven days and six nights in Hawaii, complements of my parents – was other-worldly. While Bryce and I had fucked two or three times a week since our third date, and he seemed to be happy with that, he fucked me three times every day on our honeymoon. When my pussy got too sore from his horse cock wearing it out he talked me into anal. While he was very gentle and really lubed us both up, and while it turned out to be pleasurable in some ways, I have to admit that his cock was too big for my anus, and I let him repeat only because my pussy was so sore.
Once my anus was almost as sore as my pussy I gave Bryce the best blowjobs that my inexperienced lips, tongue, and mouth could muster. He really enjoyed them even though I could only get half of his cock into my mouth, probably because I really manipulated his balls while blowing him.
Despite the fact that I walked bowlegged for a week after our honeymoon, it was heavenly, and I looked back on it with fond memories, even though he sometimes teased me about my "wimpy pussy."
When we got back from our honeymoon we moved into an apartment complex, anxious to make it on our own without my parents' monetary help, although my father still did manage to somehow finagle me into accepting a few thousand dollars a year of help until I turned twenty six and my trust fund kicked in.
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Once the stars finally left my eyes, about a year or two after Bryce and I got married, I noticed one quality about him that was not the best. He was very self-centered, and not really into helping others. While I did a lot of charity work – it was in my up-bringing to help others – he had absolutely no interest in it. However, since he treated me well, especially in the three regular and fantastic sexual experiences we had every week; without fail, one Wednesday night, one Saturday night, and one Sunday morning; I really had no reason to complain.
Bryce primarily worked as a model while I ran an Internet business from our apartment and later house, and did about twenty hours a week of charity work. Bryce most often worked in the afternoons, and did well enough monetarily working as a model, supplemented with my earnings form my Internet business, and especially with the money that my father insisted I accept ever few months, that we did fine monetarily. Enough so that we moved from the apartment into a modest house after we had been married for three years. It was shortly after that that I got to know Cindy and Bernice.
As I mentioned before, Bryce was more extroverted than I was, and knew many more people from all walks of life. He seemed to have lots of friends, both male and female, while I only had a few. At gatherings that we had at our house in the first few months after we moved in he introduced me to first Cindy, and a couple of weeks later to Bernice and her husband Jake.
Cindy was a single mom with two four year old twin girls. [Even though the twins were fraternal they looked very much alike – and like Cindy.] Her husband had died a few years earlier – I never asked how. Fortunately he had left enough in life insurance so that she only had to work part-time, especially since she and her late husband had been only children and both sets of parents were dead too, so she had no family. Cindy was one of the best looking women I had ever seen – like her body was molded after Aphrodite's and her face like Helen of Troy's.
Although I chastised myself for it, I couldn't help but be jealous of Cindy, and wonder if she would steal Bryce from me. However, there was never any indication in their body language whenever Bryce and Cindy were together that there was any chemistry between them. While they were friendly toward each other, and seemed to genuinely like the other person, they never did anything that would legitimately raise any suspicion in my mind, or anyone else's that I subtly inquired of.
Bernice and her husband Jake were also both very good-looking people. Bernice was a stay-at-home mom, with three kids. Jake was big, burly, and handsome. He worked as a banker or money manager – I was never entirely sure exactly what he did. Bernice may have had the biggest tits for a slim woman that I had ever seen, and a very pleasant face even if not as beautiful as Cindy's. I was very pleased that Bryce ogled Cindy's tits only enough to ensure that he was 100% male, but much less than almost every other male that we came in contact with.
As time went on Cindy and Bernice became my best friends. I felt closer to them than anyone else except for my best friend in High School, who was maid of honor at my wedding but now lived more than two thousand miles away. Not only did we enjoy each other's company, but I really bonded with their kids. Bryce and I had been trying to conceive, but so far had been unsuccessful.
I volunteered, and Cindy readily accepted, to take care of Cindy's kids when she had things she needed to get done where it would be difficult to bring them along. It worked out so that I started regularly taking care of her twin girls every Monday, Tuesday and Friday afternoons for about three or four hours. She always came back to pick up the girls in a great mood, and I was always in a great mood then too because I just loved caring for her girls. Within a year after our regular sessions I do believe that the girls looked upon me almost as a second Mom, and called me Aunt Amy. Also, since Cindy had no other family, she and the girls spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with Bryce and I at either his parents', or my parents', houses. This pleased my parents to no end, and they almost became Cindy's kids' adoptive grandparents.
While I didn't have quite the super relationship with Bernice's kids that I did with Cindy's, I also regularly started taking care of them on Thursday afternoon, and Sunday late morning, sometimes lasting into early afternoon, when Bryce played golf. Her kids were very polite and well-mannered, so it was no problem. Being without kids myself, and very much wanting them, I never got tired of caring for Bernice's three and Cindy's two.
From the above description you might think that I was just a glorified babysitter for Cindy and Bernice; however, that's wrong. We often did things together sans kids, and many times Cindy or Bernice would make dinner for Bryce and me at our house after they came to pick up the kids. While Bryce was always pleasant to the kids, he never bonded with them, or paid attention to them, like I did.
It was about three years after I met Cindy and Bernice that something happened. I was twenty seven and had come into my trust fund about eighteen months earlier. I never let on to anyone that I had, even though Bryce of course knew, and he and I decided that we did not need to live a life of luxury so we just had our modest house re-decorated and a small pool put in the back yard, but otherwise did not change our lifestyle much. I bought Bryce a Rolex and a top-of-the-line set of golf clubs, and we both got new cars, however they were practical fuel efficient vehicles – no Mercedes or Ferrari – so no one even commented on them much. The only real concession I made was to give up my Internet business since we certainly did not need the money. I did more volunteer work, helped out more with Cindy's and Bernice's kids, and did more things with Cindy and Bernice, sometimes the three of us together while Jake watched the kids.
Even though Cindy, Bernice and I became really good friends, one thing that we never talked about was sex. A few times I inquired about Cindy's love life and she turned red, stuttered, and made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it, so after those few times I never brought it up again. Bernice simply indicated "complete satisfaction with my love life," and left it at that. Both never inquired of mine although on occasion when I would make some off-hand comment about it they would remark about how lucky I was to be married to Bryce.
OK – so what was it that happened about three years after I met Cindy and Bernice? One day they – and Bryce – simply disappeared.
