Chapter 1

This is a four-chapter series, all have been completed. Now, upon this story’s completion, I will return to Her First Time. Hopefully, by the time all four chapters of this have been published, at least the next chapter will be completed, possibly more.

June 10

I saw him today, the first time in six years. It was just at the supermarket in the checkout line, but we talked. It was the first time since ‘that night’, the night he fucked me the last time. He was angry, I was angry ... but I remember that fuck. Seeing him again brought it all back in stark reality ... how he pushed me up against the wall, pulled my dress up, ripped my panties off, and fucked me ... so fucking hard! I came harder that night than any of the other times. I remember now what he felt like inside me, like it was yesterday, how he made me scream, and I’m not a screamer. I’ve never had soaked panties in the grocery store, but I did today.

I read that paragraph again and again. My wife, the woman I married almost five years ago, the ‘girl next door’ pretty girl I ‘thought’ I knew had written that. Today’s the 18th, she’d written it eight days ago.

She was at her mom’s house when she called and asked me to find a recipe for her, one she’d written in her ‘recipes’ document on her laptop. It was ‘penuche’, a brown sugar and pecan fudge, really good., It’s a candy she remembered from her favorite aunt when she was a little girl, one with the memories of a little girl who loved her mom’s sister and lost her all too young. Then Tammy and I found this recipe on some website last week and she was so excited because it sounded like the candy she remembered. We made it and Tammy said it tasted exactly the same. Talk about excited, so she wanted to give it to her mom.

After I found and gave it to her, I saw this other document that had a strange name, ‘Remembering’. Just out of curiosity, I clicked on it. Strange, it had a security block which piqued my interest even more. Fortunately, I know the passcode Tammy almost always uses, so I opened the document and that’s what I read.

I was horrified, picturing my wife, the girl I took home to my parents and we slept in separate bedrooms because she was a ‘nice’ girl. I closed my eyes, picturing Tamm pressed up against that wall, some stud behind her ripping her panties off and giving her that kind of orgasm with his dick thrusting deep inside her.

Tammy (real name Tamara) and I, we make love, we don’t ‘fuck’. Well, there was that time in the shower, we’d just come from a party with several friends. She’d worn that little skirt and was so fucking sexy. We couldn’t wait to get home that night. She said she needed to shower first and I followed her in. She wrapped her legs around my waist and it was the one and only time I could say we actually ‘fucked’, instead of making gentle love. How come we never did it again? I have no idea. She was on fire that night, afterward in bed, too. She rode me, slow and sensuously, I think the only time we did it twice in one night.

I read that paragraph again, hardly believing that my wife had written it, that she would ever have done such a thing, been ‘that’ kind of girl. God, I was turned on by the picture it painted in my mind. Hell yeah, I was horrified at the thought that Tammy had run into this guy, but the thought of what she’d done so long ago was just ... holy shit, blazing sun hot!

Speaking of running into him again, the next paragraph in her little discourse was what was more disconcerting.

He gave me his phone number, said we should get together sometime, maybe lunch, dinner would be better. I don’t know. Well, I do know I shouldn’t but I want to. Surely a lunch wouldn’t hurt.

That was the end, all of it. I sat there, staring off into space, my mind going into places I’d never have imagined it going. I do trust my wife, she’s never given me any reason not to, at least not before I read those paragraphs. I wondered if she’d followed up and met him again. Tammy was twenty-one when we first started dating, both of us seniors in college; pretty then but as she’s matured a little, just ... wow! We married a year later when she was twenty-two and me twenty-three. She’d never mentioned anything about a lover, and this little ‘diary’, for lack of a better term, didn’t mention when any of this happened. It was before ‘us’ but how long?

I looked at my watch, nine-eighteen. Tammy left for her parents at seven-thirty to return a book she’d borrowed. They only lived ten minutes away, so she could be back home any time. I didn’t want her to know I’d ‘snooped’ and needed to get off her computer. Problem was that the document would show it had been opened, unless ... I clicked on the ‘help’ button to see if there was a way to disable the ‘recently read’ function. Aha, found it and followed the instructions, closed out of it, and then reactivated the function. Success, the only document showing opened that night was her recipes.

I put her computer back on her desk where I’d found it and clicked on the TV, ignoring it completely, trying to imagine the wife I know pressed up against a wall, panties torn off her, some guy fucking her from behind. No matter what, it just didn’t compute. I sat, finally counting the ten dongs of our grandfather clock. Where the fuck was she? She’s never at her parents’ this late.

Oh, maybe I should introduce myself, my name’s Jason Hall, twenty-eight, just a few months older than Tammy; pretty decently fit since Tammy and I go to our athletic club at least two evenings a week, sometimes three. I’m 6’1”, 185 pounds. Tammy tells me I’m hot, but hell, she’s my wife, she has to say that. She’s a registered nurse working for Dr. Knowles, a general practitioner here in Laramie, Wyoming. I said she’s a ‘girl next door’ type, which maybe wasn’t even entirely true even back then, unless you’d say that Taylor Swift or someone like her is ‘girl next door pretty’. Tammy’s face is beautiful, with a little pixie nose and lips made for kissing. She’s an average height, 5’6”, 127 pounds, smaller than average boobs, but oh so sensitive, and the most fabulously sexy butt and legs you’ll ever see on a woman. Over the years since I’ve known her, she’s only gotten prettier.

With not too much effort on my part, I can make her come just by sucking and nibbling those delectable orbs (not too much of a sacrifice). It’s not too hard to elicit an orgasm from her any other way, either. She enjoys flirting with guys, too, although she’s never flirted past first base, hugging and touching with an occasional quick kiss on the lips with friends (does that even count as first base?). To be honest, I’ve always enjoyed watching her little flirts, turning one of our friends on, knowing that’s as far as she’d ever go.

It was almost a quarter after ten when Tammy finally got home. She kissed me, more of a ‘third-base’ kind of kiss; hot, lots of tongue, soft lips mashing into mine, “Sorry I’m so late, Mom wanted to talk tonight. I think she’s going through a mid-life crisis or something.”

She was dressed in a pair of her nice slacks and satin blouse, no bra. That wasn’t unusual, with her smallish breasts, she often didn’t bother with a bra. I think that’s sexy as hell, though, with her plump nipples poking out. Her boobs might not be overly prominent, but they’re just right on her thin frame, plus, what she’s lacking in tit size she more than makes up for with her nips. Maybe that’s why they’re so sensitive.

Her long, jet-black hair reaches to the center of her back, more than a little sexy, especially when she wears one of her backless dresses. Also, when she wears nothing and lets her hair frame her face, flowing down her chest, those nipples poking through just aching to be sucked.

We both had to be at work at eight the next morning, making it all the more surprising when Tammy came out of our bathroom wearing that black, barely-there teddy that I hadn’t seen since ... hell, I don’t have any idea when the last time was.

Tammy could probably have been a Playboy model except for her boobs. It’s always been her one complaint about her body, although she’s never contemplated the idea of doing anything about it, nor would I ever want her to. For me, she’s perfect. She knows how to ‘do the walk’, too, when she wants, although it’s another thing that pretty rarely shows itself. It did that night, in spades!

By the time she reached our bed I doubt there was a pint of blood left above my waist, it was all pooled in one very stiff part of my anatomy, anticipating a very enjoyable lovemaking session with a very gorgeous woman.

I wasn’t disappointed, either, when Tammy crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers down, then slowly peeled my boxers off my body, and wrapped her silk and lace-encrusted body against mine with a soul-searing kiss.

We spent the next several minutes enjoying each other’s bodies and oh my, did I ever enjoy! I couldn’t even remember the last time my wife had been quite this amorous. And then sliding those silk panties down her luscious legs ... God had put heaven in this bed right with me!

At the point I couldn’t take it any longer, my cock felt like an iron rod with billions of ultra-sensitive nerve endings. I rolled Tammy over on her back and started to climb between her legs, she surprised the hell out of me, “No,” she said, “let’s try something different,” rolling over on her tummy, then up on her hands and knees. “We haven’t done it like this for a long time.”

That was a fucking understatement! I remember that years ago we’d done it a time or two. Why we hadn’t more I have no idea, kind of like that one time in the shower. Why do we enjoy the hell out of something once or twice, then never do it again? The different feelings are simply incredible. I sure as hell wasn’t going to object, climbing around behind her and lining up my not-so-little man, its head just taking its first peek inside her, “All at once ... hard!” she implored.

I let out a little groan, Tammy’s heat and slickness already threatening to engulf me. I closed my eyes, gripped her hips, took a breath, and plunged into her depths!

“Ohhh ... Gawd!” Tammy moaned, rocking herself back, letting out more little whimpers. “Hard ... fuck me hard!” she pleaded.

I almost felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, witnessing a porno in real time, starring my wife and ‘some guy’, the guy she’d written about eight days earlier. Except, it was my cock she was milking, rocking back and forth, encouraging me to plunge deeper inside her, seemingly having an almost constant orgasm, begging me not to stop, telling me to fuck her harder. This was something we’d never experienced together before. Hell, I hadn’t ever been with any of the other two girls I’d been with before her, either. This was a total first in our almost five years of marriage.

All good things must come to an end and fucking how it ended! The explosion wracked my body, Tammy’s wails making it even more powerful.

Minutes later, both of us lying on the bed trying to come back to life, Tammy still on her stomach, me on my back, bodies wet with sweat, my brain still in shock at what had just happened. “What the FUCK brought that on!” I finally managed to mutter, not so much asking as just exclaiming. Sure as hell not complaining.

Tammy rolled over, snuggling up to me, her tongue tickling my ear, “My mother,” she whispered

I cocked my head, looking at her, “Your ... what?” hardly believing, not understanding at all.

Okay, maybe a brief interlude here, Tammy’s mom, Sandra, she’s forty-two, was only eighteen when Tammy was born. You’ve seen pictures of mother and daughter celebrities where you can hardly tell which is which? Well, that’s the case with Tammy and her mom, the two of them are near interchangeable. With a little makeup, they look more like twin sisters than mother and daughter. Even when together, you’d never believe that they were mother and daughter, maybe a slightly older sister. One thing I know for damned sure, if Tammy ages like her mother, I’m in for a very happy life!

“Mom seems to be having a bit of a midlife crisis ... or something,” she said, “she ... umm ... told me some things I never would have believed before tonight.”

I cocked my brows, confused. What on earth?

“Not sure if I should say anything, she ... the years I was growing up ... my mother had a lover.”

“She ... what? Is this your mom you’re talking about? Had a lover? What about your dad, he know about that?”

“That’s what seems weird. Yeah, Mom says he knew. Dad even encouraged her. They ... uhh ... had threesomes with the guy.”

I lay there totally gobsmacked. There’s not a sweeter, more genuine person on earth than Tammy’s mother. A lover? Threesomes? Fuck no!

Then I thought about what I’d just read on Tammy’s computer. Hell, I’d have said the same thing about my wife before reading that.

“So, what brought this up all of a sudden? If she’s had this secret so long, why spill it now?”

“I don’t know why now. She says she hasn’t seen the guy for over seven years but wants to renew what they had. And holy shit, what she told me that they used to do together, how he made her feel so sexy...”

“Hate to break it to you, love, but your mother IS sexy, you know, like her daughter, practically indistinguishable.” And then a realization hit me, “You’re thinking you want to trade places with her, don’t you, go out with her guy, that’s what turned you on so much tonight, wasn’t it?”

Tammy blushed, her face turning bright red, “I ... I...”

I chuckled, “Hell, I think the idea’s hot as hell, too, Babe, not that I think you’d ever do something like that, but damn, what a hot fantasy, huh?”

But would she? I know what I said, and the thought of Tammy doing something like that terrified me. But ... that thing I’d read earlier, there is a guy out there, one who she has the phone number for. And I have to admit that it fucking turns me on!

She never answered, just snuggled up and told me she loved me.

We’re both happy that she works in a doctor’s office, regular hours Monday thru Friday, same as me. I’m a civil engineer working for the city designing streets and utility lines (sewer and water), pretty mundane work. At the time we were in the process of designing a rebuild of one of the major side streets in town, including the sewer line. Between the two of us, we make a pretty good living for a couple not yet thirty, no kids yet. Life was pretty damned good!

That little interlude took place Thursday night. Friday, I was out of the office all day, surveying the street and was a little late getting home, about a quarter after six. Tammy was in the living room with the TV on and her laptop, typing away. “What you working on?” I asked her, not even thinking about what I’d read the night before.

“Oh, nothing,” she answered, “just messaging with Mom. You want to go out for dinner after a bit? Try that new barbecue place we’ve been wondering about?”

Forty minutes later we’d changed out of our work clothes and were on our way across town. The reviews in the paper about this place, Sampson’s Barbecue, were really good and we’d been anxious to try it since it opened a couple weeks before. Tammy had put on a short denim dress that buttoned down the front. It wasn’t overly sexy except for how short it was. But, oh my, did Tammy ever look delicious in it! Only thing was, I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not, her dress wasn’t quite thin enough. I love it when she goes out with her nipples poking holes through her blouse or dress. After the night before, I was eager to get her home and see if maybe there might be a repeat.

Sampson’s was every bit as good as advertised. They primarily did sandwiches, but you could order them however you wanted, beef, pork, chicken, all of it slow barbecued on charcoal, piled high on any kind of their homemade bread, cheese, veggies, and any kind of condiments you wanted. Our sandwiches looked and smelled so good as they were making them.

Their little dining room was full, so I suggested to Tammy that we take ours to go and find a nice spot to stop and eat. Our town is fairly flat land, except for a few pretty big mounds, one of which has a parking space that overlooks the countryside. At night it’s beautiful with all the lights from miles around. We’d parked there occasionally just to ... you know what, but not for a long time.

Anyway, that’s where we went to sit and eat our sandwiches, just looking out over the town and surrounding country. We sat quietly in the car, eating, and enjoying the view of the bright sunset painting the sky like no artist could. The sunsets in Wyoming are just ... unbelievable.

“You talk to your mom any more about her little dilemma?” I asked after we’d wrapped up our half-sandwich leftovers.

“She’s going to tell Dad she wants to see him again, but she’s a little reticent about it because he’s gotten more possessive over the last few years.”

“And?”

“And ... she can hardly wait to fuck him again.”

And ... fuck ... I wasn’t going to wait until we got home. “Want to get in the back seat?” I asked my sexy bride.

“God, yes, I thought you’d never ask!”

Amazing, how fast, how hard my dick can get with the proper incentive!

When was the last time we’d done anything like this? Maybe never? We noticed several other cars, likely with couples doing the same thing as we were frantically opening the back doors. I didn’t give a damn, though, if someone saw us, doubt that Tammy would, either.

As soon as we were in the back seat I realized the significance of the button-down-the-front dress that Tammy was wearing. But we didn’t have time for even that, our lips on each others in one of the most scorching, white-hot kisses we’d ever had. If someone could figure out a way to bottle a kiss like that, they’d be a billionaire within weeks.

Our hands were all over each other, bodies buzzing with excitement. I tried to get my hands between us on those buttons at the same time Tammy was pulling at my shirt, not even worrying about ripping buttons. I discovered in very short order, that no, my wife wasn’t wearing a bra and my mouth went to one of her breasts.

“Oh god, oh god,” Tammy was screeching as I sucked her tit in my mouth, biting not so gently on her nipple. We’d gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, that vision she’d created in my mind of her pressed against the wall front and center.

I sucked that tit, switching to the other, Tammy whimpering and digging her manicured fingernails into my scalp.

“Ohh, Ohh, I’m gonna...,” her body shuddering and stiffening, hands tightening on the back of my head pulling me into her chest, one tit in my mouth.

It took what seemed like several minutes for her to finally relax. “Pants off, I need you inside me,” she finally said, beginning to unbutton the rest of her dress.

At the same time, I pushed my pants and undies down, getting an eyeful of the fact that Tammy was sans panties under her dress. “Naughty girl,” I told her. I couldn’t believe that she’d gone into that little restaurant wearing that short dress, totally naked under it. Not that I was complaining!

“You going to sit there and complain or you going to fuck me?”

Holy shit! I think my dick must have expanded another fifty percent with that little expletive. She shucked her dress off her shoulders naked except her sandals.

We hadn’t done this before, not ever. This kind of sex just plain wasn’t in our repertoire so it was a little awkward. We managed, though, rather franticly. Both of us were vibrating with the sexual energy just begging to release itself. We’ve seen movies of people struggling in the back seat, bumping their heads, having all sorts of comical problems but it wasn’t that way with us.

It took a bit of struggling, but in short order, Tammy was on my lap. Just watching her face was an experience in eroticism, the way she was biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, face in a sexy grimace as her overheated vagina slid down on my stuffed dick.

Once our pelvises pressed tight together, Tammy let out her breath in a long moan. “This is not gonna be long,” I told her, “you’re already about to make him explode.”

She ground down, “Ohh, me too,” she said, “you feel so fucking good inside me!” Tammy NEVER uses the ‘f’ word. I had been amazed the last couple days.

She lifted herself off me and fell back down, my hands on her hips pulling her down, “Oh shit, I’m gonna...” I moaned, not able to stop myself, bucking up into her, making short, hard jabs, trying to get that tiny bit deeper inside her, imagining that I was ‘that guy’. When I felt her pussy muscles contracting and her body stiffening again, I lost it completely, spurting my cum deep inside her, losing any semblance of control, the orgasm wracking through my body from the top of my head to my toes, every nerve alive with the sensations.

The drive home was another rather unique experience, neither one of us bothering with any clothes, driving the twenty minutes to the house completely naked. Hell, I was almost hoping to get stopped by a cop. I chuckled to myself, thinking that a lady cop would have been perfect to top off our night. Even Tammy was laughing about the possibility. I even thought about speeding or running a stop light just for the experience.

Luckily, we had Tammy’s car that lives in the garage. Mine is parked on one side of the driveway, so we didn’t have to make a dash from the street. We were laughing hysterically by the time we were in the house and when we reached the bedroom, I was ready to fuck my wife all over again, except neither of us could keep from giggling when we jumped into bed, Tammy on her back, wrapping her legs around my waist. Our sex life had officially been rejuvenated!

By the time I got up Saturday morning, Tammy was already downstairs on her computer, typing away. I made some breakfast; potato patties and sausages in the air fryer, along with a couple fried eggs, Tammy continuing to type as we ate.

“Mia’s coming over, we’re picking up Mom and going shopping this morning,” she announced after we finished. Mia (what the heck kind of name is ‘Mia’, anyway? Who would do that to an innocent baby?) is Tammy’s best friend, a red-head bombshell if there ever was one: Five-ten, legs that seem to go on forever; boobs at least double Tammy’s. They were so perfect I’d have suspected a boob job, except I knew she hadn’t; that long, thick hair down her back; and those green eyes! She’s the girl that when you’re at the mall and you see her either coming or going, your blood boils with arousal and pools between your legs, and your eyes forget that it’s not polite to stare. And when she happens to be wearing something revealing (as in almost always), I’m sure she’s caused many a heart to stop. Scorching hot is probably the aptest description for Mia.

She and Tammy were in nursing school together, Mia two years behind Tammy, and they’ve been friends ever since. Mia in a bikini is just ... holy shit! She was Tammy’s Maid of Honor at our wedding and nobody has ever worn a Maid of Honor dress quite like she did.

I’ve often wondered why she’s not married. Seems like Mia goes through boyfriends like most people go through toilet paper. Maybe that’s how she knows when it’s time for a new one, ‘toilet paper roll’s about gone, time for a new boyfriend.’

I watched out the window as they pulled away in Mia’s car, waiting five minutes just to be sure they weren’t coming back for something, then headed straight to Tammy’s computer. I know I shouldn’t have, but damn, a man’s only got so much willpower. Even that five minutes was almost more than I could endure.

June 19

Last night with Jase was awesome, we’ve got to do that more often.

Yeah, it sure as hell was, I had to agree.

But I feel guilty about what I told him. I led him to believe, no, more than that, I lied to him. It wasn’t Mom’s boyfriend that had me so turned on, it was Ian, seeing him again after all those years. Then Mom, telling me about her little ‘extra-curricular activity’, reminding me all over again what it had been like with him. I remember our first time, he owned an art gallery, wonder if he still does.

Mia talked me into going that night, said she’d always wanted to go to one and then the topper, ‘I heard the owner’s hot!’ Well, we went and almost before I knew what was happening, this hot guy with the sexy Australian accent (and he was H O T!) had me bent over the back of a couch in one of his back rooms with his big cock driving in and out of my pussy. I’d never come so hard in my life. I didn’t even know he was the gallery’s owner then. Or that he was rich.

Holy fucking shit! I had to read that again ... and again.

Now he wants to meet me for lunch or dinner. And I hate to say it but he’s hotter now than he was then. I told him, no, I couldn’t, that I was married and I loved my husband, but he insisted that all he wanted was to talk, to reminisce. I know better. We were only together a little over two months, the sexiest, most exciting months of my life, but I think I got to know him pretty well in those ten weeks, three days.

One thing I never understood, why me and not Mia? She has more sex appeal in her little finger than I do in my whole body.

I stared off into space, realizing that my dick was hard as stone. I reread it all one more time then kept reading what she’d written this morning.

I went through the routine of hiding that I’d opened Tammy’s private stuff and put her computer back exactly like I found it. Hell, I even felt like wiping it down, erasing my fingerprints.

She’s going to do it, not a doubt in my mind. How did I feel about that? I think I’ve already made at least part of it pretty clear, it scares the fucking shit out of me! I was terrified, horrified at the thought of another man fucking my Tammy. But, goddamn, it made my dick hard! When I closed my eyes and saw Tammy pushed up against a wall, naked, this hot guy behind her, I don’t know ... it just did something to me. I knew that if I touched myself right then I’d have come, my imagination carrying me away.

I went outside and mowed the lawn even though I’d just mowed it the weekend before, anything to keep busy, take my mind off my wife. I wished she’d never called me asking for that stupid recipe. I’d never have found that thing she was writing. Now I was obsessed with it, torn between wanting to kill the asshole guy and wanting to watch him fuck my wife. I was so fucked up!

Mia and Tammy finally got home in the late afternoon, giggling like little girls as they carried sacks into the house. “Wanna fashion show?” Tammy yelled down to me as they were about halfway up the stairs.

No sane male would turn that down. “Yeah,” I yelled back, “better make it good.”

I sat down and waited, wondering exactly what I might be seeing shortly, the anticipation exciting as hell. Tammy putting on a sexy fashion show would have been pretty damned spectacular in itself but when you throw in Mia as well, the possibilities seemed endless.

I didn’t have to wait long until the two girls came back downstairs, wearing short, tight, leather skirts, both of them, only about halfway to their knees and eye-popping, totally transparent blouses embroidered with colorful flowers. Picture fabric saran wrap, slightly tinted and you have a pretty good idea of those blouses. Mia’s skirt was dark green, the blouse a greenish tinge with a dark green bra underneath. Tammy’s skirt was burgundy, her blouse just a tinge of black with flowery embroidery, and a burgundy lace bra, LOTS of skin showing under those blouses. It was two women wearing sexy bras with a filmy covering, not intending to hide anything underneath.