My marriage is over. I knew what I did was wrong and I did it anyway. I could have said no, but I didn't. I learned later that there were external forces at play, but that doesn't change the fact that I could have avoided it all if I had but chosen to do so. My big crime? I let my dick make a decision for me.
Ellie and I had been sweethearts from the seventh grade on. I was her first and only boyfriend. We went steady through junior high and high school and I proposed on the day we graduated. Ellie said yes and then we found out that things were not all that simple. Both sets of parents were against our getting married and it wasn't my parents didn't like Ellie of her parents didn't like me; it was because they felt we were too young and that we needed to wait until we had gotten through college. Ellie's parents worked hard on her and mine worked just as hard on me and in the end they got what they wanted.
Ellie went of to Eastern Michigan to get her degree and I went to U of M to get mine. We didn't expect it to be a major problem because the two schools were less than thirty miles apart. We talked to each other almost every day and we saw each other on weekends. But being apart after being together for so long altered the relationship. It was my first time away from Ellie. There had never been another girl in my life because Ellie was always there.
The first couple of months at Michigan were spent finding out where things were and getting settled in. I was in constant touch with Ellie by phone, but eventually I began to notice the girls that I was attending classes with and being a horny young guy who was missing his regular pussy (yes - Ellie and I had consummated our relationship - many times over) I could not help but look at some of them and wonder if making it with them would be different than making it with Ellie. Wondering is all I probably would have done had not some of those girls done some wondering of their own.
It was a Monday and I was attending a mixer at the Delta Omega house and I'd had a half a dozen beers and was feeling pretty mellow when a girl who was in my English Lit 101 class pulled me into a corner and started kissing me. I swear to God, she was the aggressor all the way but as a young horny guy I was going to push her away? Not fucking hardly!
"I wondered what it would be like to kiss you" she said. "Are you any good in bed?"
How in the hell are you supposed to answer a question like that if you are a guy? Only one way! "I've not had any complaints" I said which was true because I'd only ever had sex with Ellie and she had never complained.
"Well let us just see" and she took me by the hand and led me off to a bedroom.
Now Ellie had been my only experience, but I wanted to show this girl I could live up to my boast and the only way I could think of doing that was to make it last for a while. I spent a lot of time on foreplay, including eating her pussy, and then I took my time fucking her. I wanted to get off in the worst way, but I forced myself to go slow and take my time. She was yelling at me to go faster, do it harder and push it deep, but I ignored her and as a result she had three orgasms before I finally couldn't hold back any longer. She lay there looking up at me and then said:
"I'm taking you home with me."
Home was a three bedroom house that she shared with five other girls. We did it twice more that night and then fell asleep together. I woke up alone in the morning and I got up and dressed. I went down the stairs and into a living room where four almost naked females were bustling about getting ready to get dressed. All of them had panties on and three of them were wearing bras, but the fourth, a rather striking redhead, was bare breasted. None of them paid any attention to me or made any effort to cover up. In fact, the redhead just stood there so I could feast my eyes on her tits and I knew she was doing it deliberately because I could see her nipples stiffen. A little blond came up to me and said:
"Debbie had an early class and she said to tell you that she would meet you at the library at three."
I spent the next three nights in Debbie's bed. On Friday morning I woke up to a blow job and when I looked I saw that it wasn't Debbie - it was the redhead. By the end of my freshman year I had screwed all five of the girls sharing that house and not a one of them cared that I was doing the other four also.
I spent the weekends with Ellie trying to fuck me to death and the week nights with Debbie or one of her roommates trying to do the same thing. Eventually my grades began to suffer and I was on the ragged edge of flunking out so I ended up cutting back on the nights I spent with Debbie and the rest of the girls in the house. I started my sophomore year determined that my classes would take priority. By mid-point of my soph year three of the five girls had dropped out of school and only Debbie and Alice (the redhead) were still around. The two of them became my 'steadies' until the start of my junior year when Debbie didn't return to school following spring break. Alice was my main squeeze through the balance of my junior year, but she didn't return to school at the start of our senior year.
I mention all this because it played a major part in the disaster. It gave me an unrealistic mind set. I saw what the five girls were doing and what other girls were doing and I saw what the guys I knew were doing and I knew what I was doing and I assumed that Ellie was doing the same over at Eastern Michigan. We never talked about things like that when we were together; I just assumed that she was sowing her wild oats and getting it out of her system just as I was. The others meant nothing to me; I was totally in love with Ellie and from what I saw Ellie was totally in love with me.
Graduation came and Ellie and I found work in our chosen fields and Ellie and her mother began planning the wedding. Six months after our graduation Ellie and I were married and we set up house keeping.
Did you ever know someone that you didn't care for, but didn't know why? That is how I felt about Sonia. Sonia was a girl that Ellie met in her freshman year at EMU. They became close friends and they stayed close after graduation. She was an extremely sexy looking lady. She had a nice personality and a great sense of humor, but whenever I was around her I felt bad vibes. If there was something definite I could have gone to Ellie and said:
"I don't like her and I don't want her around and here is why."
But there wasn't any way I could go to Ellie and say that I didn't want her around because she gives off bad vibes. She was Ellie's close friend and I was just going to have to live with it. Ellie and Sonia worked fairly close to each other so they had lunch together two or three times a week and at least once a week they met for a drink or two after work.
A couple of years went by and then one Monday night at a birthday party for a friend held at a local lounge my life changed and not for the better. The drinks were flowing, the music was loud and I was having a blast. I'd had enough to drink that I was having a great time, but not thinking too clearly. Sonia came up to me and pulled me out onto the dance floor.
I did mention that Sonia was a sexy lady, right? Well, she plastered herself against me, rubbed her tits into my chest, pushed her leg against my cock and kept it there and when the music stopped she pulled me against her and kissed me hard. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and after a long kiss she pulled me off the dance floor and pulled me along behind her out into the parking lot. Every ten feet or so she would stop and give me another long kiss with lots of tongue action and rub my cock through my pants and then pull me another ten feet or so and do it again.
My head wasn't all that clear and my cock was trying to bust out of my trousers. Even though I wasn't thinking all that clearly I knew that I shouldn't be letting Sonia do what she was doing. I knew, but my cock was straining to be set free and the blood my brain needed to properly function was in my dick. Sonia was pulling me along saying:
"Hurry Chuck, hurry. I've wanted this since I met you and this is my chance."
She finally got me to her car, pulled me inside and then pushed me down on my back on the rear seat. She unzipped me, pulled out my cock and then she crawled on top of me. "Oh God baby, I want this, I really want this" she said as she took hold of my cock, lined it up with her pussy and then sat down on it. I lay there looking up at her as she fucked herself on my erection and thinking, "This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. It just isn't right" but I made no attempt to push Sonia off me. She was pulling up and then driving down hard on me and moaning:
"So good, so good baby; I should have done this long ago. Cum for momma baby, come for momma."
As much as I'd had to drink I wasn't going to be cumming anytime soon and that seemed to suit Sonia as she pounding down on me and had orgasm after orgasm. I have no idea how long we were at it before she screamed out loud:
"Oh God yes!"
And then she collapsed on my chest and moaned, "Again baby, I want to go again. Give me just a minute to get my breath back."
As she lay on top of me breathing hard I finally woke up to the fact that I needed to get her off of me and get away from her, but as soon as I had that thought I heard:
"God damn you Chuck! How could you do this to me?"
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