I admit, if I read this story, I wouldn't believe it. Heck I was the star of the story, and I can hardly believe it. I still can't explain my behavior. Well, here it is, believe it or not.
THE BACKGROUND
My name is Savannah, I'm married and 23 years old. I am 5 foot 9 inches tall and love wearing heels, putting me right at 6 feet. My hair is a dusty blonde that I lighten to a bright blonde color, cut just below my jawline and in a 'messy hair' style. My breasts are natural and a 35 C cup. My waist is slender, I have a luscious butt, and legs all the way from my ass to the floor. I've been told I am very pretty and frankly, I am. You can only have so many stares and comments before you start believing them, I've had plenty. I even did some minor modeling in high school and college. I've got the goods.
In high school, being tall and pretty intimidated most boys. The ones left only wanted to get in my pants, and I think they started competing for the score. I wasn't about to be some juvenile prize and ended up retreating and avoiding boys. I dated but kept all relationships platonic and had few dates because of it. I hit the books and had straight A's, but I was a virgin. I know, wah, wah, wah, it's so hard to be pretty. I am not complaining, I'm just setting the stage for what came next.
Heading to college as a virgin was a bit scary but I felt so liberated. No more cliques, no more catty looks and comments, no more having to live up to anyone's expectation of how to act. I was ready to rumble but not sure how to start.
I met a guy that was 6 foot 2 inches tall and a hunk. We had 2 common classes and caught each other staring more than once. He approached me and we started hanging together. He played basketball in high school but said he was too small for college. Still, he was really athletic and so smart. I was starry eyed. We had a first real date and he kissed me, I wanted more but he left it there So on the second date, we came back to my dorm and he popped my cherry. Oh, it was not an easy effort, and he realized I was a virgin without me saying. But he was kind and we talked about it after. Over the next weeks of being together, we decided to go on a sex journey, exploring our bodies and our desires. Boy did we.
We watched porn videos and tried things we saw. Before the end of the semester, I had swallowed his cock, been facialized, doggy fucked to my heart's content, and even had anal intercourse. I wanted to experience it all and we did.
We were still more friends with benefits than boyfriend/girlfriend. By the second semester, we talked about making it with other partners and then coming back and telling the other what we did. We did that a bunch of times and fucked like rabbits at the reveal (telling each other about the encounter). I think we both embellished our adventures, but it didn't matter, it was hot and made us horny, so we went with it.
My grades took a hit as I was more interested in getting laid than studying, but I didn't fail, I just didn't keep my straight A record. Neither did John, my buddy. So by second year, we cooled down a bit to at least make certain we were accomplishing our education goals. It was also the year I started attending random frat parties. It was easy for me to get in, I had the looks and body, and I was a willing slut for the boys. That was the year I started threesomes, but I held the line at that and the frat men were respectful, no gang bangs. This turned on John even more and our sex just got better and better. For one thing, we knew each other, so when he went down on me, it was heaven, he pushed all the right buttons. By the end of our second year, we were starting to really fall for each other.
Third year was largely more of the same as we had less time for fucking around (literally) due to class loads. We became a real item. We'd both still shop around, and were open with each other about it, but it meant nothing, it was just sex and it was infrequent.
By our final year, we were nearly living together. I still frequented frat parties on occasion to get my multi-partner jollies, but basically hung with John all the time. I was in love.
I wasn't sure of my next step, post graduation. Would I get a job or continue my education and seek a Masters? John was ready to head out and work and landed a job during Spring semester. He asked me to go with him to Pittsburgh, where he would be working. There are good colleges there, University of Pittsburgh and Carnegie Mellon to name two, and I didn't want to be without John, so I followed him. I didn't have a job and didn't want to go right into a Master's program, so I just went and looked for a job when we landed.
I found a decent job in the Fall and started work. It was within months that John's father was diagnosed with cancer, stage 4 lymph node with a low probability of coming through. His Dad loved me and I him, John and I were in love, so we decided to get married rapidly which allowed his Dad to be part of it. Within 2 months we were married and a month later John's dad passed.
John's dad left him about $100k in his will. Both John and I had little debt, as we had significant scholarships and our parents helped with the remaining expenses of college. We decided to take the plunge and invest the inheritance in a house. Yes, we'd be domestic. We moved into the home in the late Spring and have been living there for over 7 months now.
I consider myself a faithful wife, although I have cheated on John once since we married. Well, actually... is a blowjob cheating? I don't think so but if it is, then 3 times.
I mean I went to a bestie's bachelorette party in Vegas and she hired male strippers. Of course I was going to suck that cock, that can't possibly count as cheating.
I also had my 5 year high school reunion about 4 months ago. I went and John stayed at home. Turns out I was at the same hotel as one of my 'boyfriends' in high school and we hung out at the event. He drank a bit and started lamenting how I gave him blue balls in high school because I wouldn't do the deed. He said he masturbated to my mental image every night, yada, yada, yada. I got so tired of listening to him I said 'let's go fuck' and we did. Yea, that's cheating but it wasn't my fault, was it?
But that leads to the heart of this story. I got let go from my job about a month ago. It was a downsizing and they used the LIFO (last in first out) method of firing people. I had been there less than a year and I made the list. It was one of the first times in my life I had been rejected. It was terrible. I know, wah, wah, but for me it hurt. I got depressed. I started thinking I wasn't good at anything. But I knew one thing I was good at.
It was about that same time that our 6 month home review, from the builder, was due and we reported a toilet that wasn't working correctly. We had purchased the home when it had a couple months of build left. We did some walk throughs when the plumber was there, a fat disgusting guy I tried to avoid. So when I got the call that the plumber would be out to look at the toilet, I wasn't too thrilled.
There was a knock at the door and I opened it. It was a dreamy looking stud with a work belt on.
'I'm here to look at your plumbing.'
Swoon. He could look at my plumbing all he wanted.
'Um, where's the fat guy?' was all I could muster.
Laughing, 'That's Bill, he does installs and I do repairs. Are you disappointed?'
Yea, right, about as disappointed as hitting the lottery. I was staring at him and not moving.
'So where's the toilet?' he inquired as he stepped into the house.
'Do you want a blowjob?' I couldn't help myself.
'Wow, well that could put me behind schedule, but I think I can work it in.' big smile.
I dropped to my knees and went to work. I'm a good, no I'm a great, cock sucker. John has a nice sized cock and we worked at my deep throating him for 4 years. I'm a pro. The plumber's cock was smaller than John's so it was easy and delightful. He was incredibly responsive and I was in my element. He blew in my mouth and I showed him his work like a nasty slut, then swallowed. Yea, I was seriously good at this.
He fixed the toilet and I felt 100% better. Oh yea, well I guess I cheated on John, if blow jobs count, this one was on me.
THE MEETING
It was about 2 weeks after I inspected the plumber's pipe when John informed me he was hosting a business meeting at the house. I guess his boss thought they needed to get away from the office to remove any distractions... whatever. John was so excited, his boss and two colleagues would be here for an afternoon 'planning' session. It was like he/we were playing grown-up, he was giddy, he'd show off the house, his man cave, his mower or whatever you show off when you're a guy.
I was happy too, just to see him happy was fun and we needed something positive after his Dad's passing and my job woes. I decided to leave during the afternoon as to not bother them or be a 'distraction'.
The day arrived, a Tuesday, and I decided to go to the gym and workout. I packed a nice dress, heels, and jewelry so I could 'doll up' when I was done. If the men thought the house was nice, wait till they see me!
After the workout I showered and spent a lot of time primping myself. I blew out my hair and got it to the perfect messy. I applied makeup, I put on a thong but no bra, the dress was a halter.
I slinked into the dress, it was knit and clingy, and as mentioned a halter, so no sleeves, just a wrap at the neck and cut low on my back. It was short but not obscene, cut maybe halfway between my ass and knee. I put on my heels and looked at myself in the mirror. I was hot!
