Chapter 1: Beginnings

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down. Even now so long after the fact and having done so many other things so much worse that make this original sin of cheating almost seems like nothing in comparison.

My name is Bethany, Beth to my friends. I am twenty-six years old. A petite five-foot-three white girl with long black hair that hangs down to the middle of my back. I have small breasts, a nice ass I like to joke about being “flat as a board”, a toned body and a trim waist that looks tiny when in the arms of my man. I am from San Francisco, I have a good job, many close friends and a wonderful man in my life who I have wronged so very terribly.

I have been dating Mike for about three years. The first year and a half was pretty casual, fun nights out, good sex and not feeling too tied down, but also knowing that I had someone rock solid I could count on. Mike is a protector, a strong and loyal man who has grown from a friend I met one day at a coffee shop of all places to a serious relationship and someone I love (even now after everything I have done) and I know who loves me. Slowly our casual dating evolved into something much more serious and strong. A steady bond was formed through trust and love. He is someone who came into my life at the right time, didn’t judge me, didn’t push or rush me, took what I would give, though he always let me know that he wanted more.

Mike’s thirty-six years old, six-foot, well-built but has lost some of the muscles and tone to his body that he had when we first met. He has sandy brown hair, strong arms and a bit above average sized cock. I have always found him very attractive, his confidence alone when we met was enough to stir feelings in me that I wanted to continue spending time getting to know him.