Chapter 1- Mixup!
The events I am about to tell you are crazy, true, and happened over the time span of a few months. So, have you ever heard the saying, "Sin in haste, repent at leisure?"
Yeah, well, that is me now, but I am getting ahead. First let me tell you a little about myself...
I am Ryan.
Let's keep this as informal and ambiguous as possible. So yeah, we'll leave out the last names. I'm an aspiring storyteller and writer, but my day job is as a commercial driver delivering hazardous gases to local veterinary clinics, welding companies, dentist offices, and others. I'm of an athletic build. Of average height. Of average weight. I am white, with blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair. I'm twenty-five years old, and I have officially been married to my wife, Andrea, for two years now.
Now, let me tell you about my wife, Andrea.
Andrea is assertive and confident, except when she's around me. She works at a local office doing... well... office stuff to the best of her ability, and by that I mean that she has won the employee of the year award for the last two years straight. So, she's professional and very very beautiful... my perfect woman!
When I say beautiful, let me try to explain. First, she has these amazing blue eyes. She's got a cute, turned up, button nose. A plump kissable mouth. A sharp pointed chin. A sharp jawline, and an oval face. Her hair is long, dark chocolate brown, and kinky curly, and her skin is a flawless milk white with a small beauty frickle on the corner of her mouth and on the opposite cheek, on her jaw, just in front of her ear.
She has broad shoulders, a 34 inch chest with small perky B-cup breasts. She has a small, toned waist measuring 26 inches, and her hips are broad while the small of her back sweeps out to a thick bubble butt that measures 38 inches. Her thighs are thick and toned, her calves are thick, and her ankles are thick.
Just the way I like her!
My life sounds perfect, right? Well, I thought so too. But perfection is never achieved without a whole lot of crazy first?!
So, how does this story begin?
Well, like many others I imagine...
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Monday morning I rolled over in bed when the alarm clock went off for what must have been the third time. It was on Andrea's side of the bed. I groaned as I flipped onto my belly and found that my morning wood was now being bent at a right angle that wasn't at all pleasant. Sliding a hand down into my underwear I pushed it down which only made it swell and throb against the mattress between my legs.
Andrea rolled over, slapped the alarm clock, and threw the coverlet and sheets off before walking around the bed and into the master bathroom. She left the door open, so I had the distinct pleasure of listening to her piss into the toilet. Once she was done, she washed her hands and then brushed her teeth while I tried to ignore the sounds and go back to sleep.
I must have faded out for a few seconds there, because I was jolted awake again when she came running into the room and jumped across our queen-size bed and began kissing my shoulders and neck while clawing at the covers and pulling them down until she was able to kick them off the bed.
"Rise and shine lover boy!" She purred happily as she straddled me and started grinding her hairless, pink, pussy on my back smearing her early morning arousal on my skin.
I knew I was not going to get any more sleep, and I groaned for my loss. But, could there ever be a better wake up program than this?
She was giggling as she played and tickled until I twisted beneath her. My hard, swollen, dick whipped up like it was a loaded spring and it whacked her ass with a loud "Smack!" before getting caught in the cleavage of her bountiful round cheeks.
"Oh!" She purred sensually as her eyes widened playfully.
Biting her bottom lip she bent over so that her ass cheeks spread apart and her pussy was pushed back until my dick was steadily thumping against her wet lips. She leaned in until her nipples were gently caressing my chest. She finger combed locks of curls out of her face as her blue eyes met mine with a hungry gaze, and she quit biting her bottom lip long enough to press her plump mouth against mine for a deep kiss that left me tasting her minty toothpaste.
"Well, aren't you lively this morning," She purred in a husky whisper.
"Well I better be right," I answered with a chuckle, "After all, you married me for my dick didn't you!"
She knew I was teasing, but she smiled deviously anyway as she growled, "I sure did!"
Slipping a small hand between us, she lifted her hips and ass up just enough to get her hand on my dick, and then bent my head and shaft just enough so I slid into her warm wet sheath as she extracted her hand and lowered her hips down to my pelvis.
"You're just my tool of self-gratification," She teased as she pushed herself to sit back so that my dick slid up the back of her vaginal wall until my head came to rest against her cervix.
She paused to revel in the sensation of my filling her up completely, just as I reveled in the sensations of her soft insides undulating around my dick as her vaginal mouth tightened around my base like a tight O-ring. Then she started a slow grind of her clitoris on my pelvis.
Placing my hands on her thighs, I worked my way to her massive ass cheeks where I gripped them tightly, dug in my fingertips, and spread her apart like I wanted to break bread. Andrea moaned as she leaned forward, put a hand down on my chest for support, and used the other hand to twist her nipples one at a time. She closed her eyes, and hissed as she inhaled and exhaled.
As I felt my orgasm slowly build I pushed her hips down harder and harder so that she was now only twerking her hips in short one inch thrusts while bending my dick into the shape of a ski-slope as my glands rubbed the back of her vagina. I was on the verge of popping out of her as she ground her vulva and clitoris hard against my organ and pubic bone.
