Caution: This Drama Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, .

Desc: Drama Story: What strains will a good marriage overcome? They were about to find out.

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Life with Lucas was everything I ever dreamed it would be. Lucas is my husband. We’ve been married for six years. He’s my heart.

I thought I was happy before I met him. I was happy. I was just out of college, healthy, had a good job, and I had just moved into the apartment I’d wanted to live in ever since I moved to Santa Barbara.

I was working on a new microchip for Consolidated Silicon Systems. Chips get smaller and faster every day and this was going to be epic. Lucas was part of the software team we were working with. I thought he was hot the first time I saw him. He had this curly mop of dark brown hair, olive skin and the most amazing hazel eyes I’d ever seen. He was huge, probably six four and very muscular. His arms were massive and he made me hot just looking at him.

I hoped he’d notice me. I’m a little noticeable. My hair is the first thing people usually see. It’s very long, about halfway down the back of my thighs. It’s very light blonde, almost white, and people usually stop and look. The rest of me isn’t bad, either. I have nice boobs, not huge but not little either, and they stand up pretty nicely. I work out a lot. I’m five ten and I weigh 130, so I’m not a small girl. I have blue eyes and pale eyebrows and eyelashes. I hate them so I put mascara on my eyelashes and dye on my eyebrows.

He did notice me, evidently, because after three weeks of working together he asked me to lunch. I cursed inwardly because that was the one day I couldn’t go. I had an appointment with the government contractors for lunch. I asked him if he would give me another chance the next day and he smiled the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

“Sin,” he said, that’s me, Sinclair Buckley, “I’d wait a thousand years to take you to lunch.”

I know I blushed. “Thanks, Lucas, but I’ll probably be hungry before then,” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah, me too,” he said. “Lunch tomorrow, it’s a deal.”

He talked to me quite a bit for the rest of the day. He didn’t just look good, he was a fun guy. He was witty and charming and I wanted to get to know him more every minute I talked to him. The next day, he took me to Panera Bread Company and we talked so much we nearly forgot to eat. We were five minutes late when we got back but no one noticed. We went to lunch three times and he asked me to dinner. It was Friday night and he took me to a club. It wasn’t trendy, it was classy, one of those where you had to be a member to get in.

There was a band and a small dance floor and we danced half a dozen times. We sat in comfortable chairs and talked with some of his friends. He introduced me and we had a great time. That was our first date. He took me home afterward and kissed me goodnight. He was a perfect gentleman and I was looking forward to going out with him again.

After three months, we were exclusive, and in another month, we wound up in bed. I’ll have to confess, I wasn’t very experienced. I’d only been with two men before Lucas. I’m not a slut and I need to be very serious about a man to go to bed with him. My first time had been on prom night my senior year of high school with the guy I’d been going out with for two years. I figured out that night that there was no future in that relationship. It was painful, brief and he didn’t give a damn about making me feel good. It was wham, bam, thank you ma’am and he rolled off and went to sleep. I never went out with him again.

The second was my junior year in college and it went on for a while until he offered to share me with his roommate. He went to the dump, too. Lucas was a different breed of cat. This was my dream guy. He sent flowers the night we finally made love. He picked me up, gave me wine, dinner, dancing, and music: all the romance a girl could ask for. By the time we got back to my apartment, I was like a cat in heat. My panties were soaked and my nipples ached. I pulled him inside the door and tried to melt him with kisses.

“Lucas, I think I’m in love with you,” I told him. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

“Are you sure, Sin?” he asked me. “I don’t want to screw this up. I think I’m in love with you, too, and I’m not pushing you into anything.”

I pulled up my dress and pushed his hand between my thighs. He had to feel that heat and moisture. “Does that feel like you’re pushing me?” I asked.

He laughed. “No, I guess not.” I had my hair up in a messy bun and he pulled my dress up and over my head, then stepped back to look at me. “God, you’re hot, Sin,” he breathed. “I think you fit your name.”

I pulled the pins out of my hair, and it cascaded down as I led him to my bed. He began stripping off his clothes and he was being too slow. I helped him. When he was down to his boxers, he scooped me up like a baby and laid me gently in the center of the bed. His eyes were burning coals, devouring me, and I was so hot I felt lightheaded. He climbed up onto the bed, straddling my legs, and his body covered me. His lips were hot and wet against mine. He was a fantastic kisser. I’ve been slobbered on by enough mouth breathers over the years to know. He was gentle but insistent, his lips crushing mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. It was a long passionate kiss, scalding me and driving me wild with wanting him. His hands slipped under me and I felt him fumbling with the clasp of my bra. I arched my back, giving him access, and he slipped it off, baring my breasts. My nipples were achingly hard, throbbing and craving his touch. His mouth left mine and I wanted it back. It did other things, nibbling down my neck with a tantalizing slowness, making me shiver as he reached the little hollow of my collarbone. He teased me with his tongue and lips, circling my nipples, just grazing my areolae. I groaned in frustration and tangled my fingers in his hair, forcing his lips onto my nipple.

He sucked it in and sparks flashed through my body. This was what I had been waiting for. All my life I had been waiting for this moment, this man. This was right. He tormented me with his lips, his fingers, his tongue in my sex, driving me over the top, again and again, until he moved up to sink inside me. He felt huge and I groaned out my ecstasy, giving tongue to my pleasure. I cherished my fulfillment, his great weight on me and in me until the night rang with our voices and we slept, twined together, one heart, one soul.

We made love at least once during the week, and on the weekends, we hardly left my apartment. He had a nice place over an art store and we spent a lot of time there, too. We had been making love for nine months when he told me we were going out the next Friday. He told me this was going to be special and that I should dress for a formal occasion. He rang the doorbell and I answered. It was unusual because he normally just used his key and came in. His jaw dropped when he saw me. I had on a midnight blue dress he had never seen before. It was off one shoulder, had an open back and a slit up one side that went dangerously high. I had on stockings and you could see the lace at the top when I moved just right.

“Oh, my God, Sin,” he gasped. “You look absolutely gorgeous!”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said. “You look very nice, too.” He had on a black tux with a purple shirt and a matching bow tie. He offered me his arm and we went out. A limo was parked at the curb and it whisked us off to dinner. It was delicious, but I was nervous and had trouble enjoying it, because it felt like everyone was staring at me. The limo was still waiting when we finished dinner and we went to a play. It was a farce and we had a blast. We were among the last ones out and we stood in the deserted lobby for a minute. He finally turned me around to face him and I noticed he had pulled on white gloves. He knelt on the floor of the theatre lobby and opened a velvet box. There was a ring inside with a huge sapphire in it, surrounded by four small diamonds.

“Sinclair, will you marry me?” he asked.

It was the happiest moment of my life. We got married on April 20. We had a large wedding. My father gave me away and his mother was sitting there crying tears of happiness during the whole ceremony. Lucas’s father had abandoned them when Lucas was nine. Lilly had divorced him and they’d never heard from him again. She had never remarried.

We started our married life with a trip to Mexico. My Dad had lived there for years and he stayed in my apartment while we stayed in his villa for our honeymoon in Monterrey. It was beautiful; we stayed for two weeks.

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