Chapter 1

My name is Natalie and I live in Plano, Texas, near Dallas.

I came to Dallas in 2011 from Bonham, Texas, a small town about an hour’s drive from Dallas, to attend Southern Methodist University (SMU). I was seventeen, one month shy of my eighteenth birthday, having graduated from high school in late May. My ACT score was thirty-three and my SAT was one-thousand-four-hundred-sixty so I was qualified, and wanted to attend a very good college, that was within a four-hour drive from home but not too close, so SMU was perfect. I wasn’t a virgin as I had been fucking my boyfriend almost every week for several months during my senior year and I gave up my virginity to our starting QB at age sixteen. My boyfriend moved away when he received a partial scholarship at a Division II college, so that ended our relationship. His test scores were not nearly high enough for SMU anyway. Like most teenage girls, it was his looks that I was attracted to, not his brains

So, I enrolled and attended SMU. As I will describe in this story at SMU, and sometimes later, I was sexually promiscuous. I am probably too intelligent and classy to be defined as a slut. However, if they knew, some people would call me a slut, and likely that includes my husband. I married Barry, my husband, seven years ago, during my senior year at SMU.

I wanted to marry Barry so I led him to believe I was a virgin. I kept him at arms’ length, even while I was fucking other guys. However, your past has a habit of catching up with you so, after we were married, I had to admit to Barry that I wasn’t a virgin and that I had fucked several guys before we met. I told Barry that although he wasn’t the first, he was the last. However, that wasn’t the truth because, since marrying Barry, I have had a dozen or more one-night stands, about two per year. Most occur during my Thursday night rituals with my girlfriends, most of whom were married. About eight ladies were involved but not everyone went out every week.

Typically, ’ladies’ night out’ consisted of some drinking and a lot of talking at a restaurant and sometimes a club. Sometimes, and almost always, when we went to a club a man would move in and attempt to separate me, or another lady, from the group. The women expected that one or more of us would talk to and, occasionally, leave with a man. Even though most had husbands at home they understood an unspoken sisterly complicity.

My first post-marriage, one-night stand, occurred with an elite QB, less than three months after we were married, resulting in Sofia, our six-year-old daughter. I know that, but Barry doesn’t. If he knew I’m not certain our marriage would survive and certainly not the loving marriage we currently have. Just because a couple of times every year I fuck a hot guy during a one-night-stand, doesn’t, in any way, take away from the fact that we are deeply in love and that we have a wonderful marriage. Even though it is okay for me to fuck other men, it would not be okay if Barry fucked another woman.

My one-night stand with the QB happened after we had a spat and I told Barry that I was going to talk with Wanda and that I may spend the night. Wanda is one of my married friends. Barry has met her several times but we don’t socialize with Wanda and her husband so Barry is not well acquainted with Wanda. Instead of seeing Wanda, I drove to a hotel bar in Fort Worth and had a drink. By coincidence, that is where the team playing Texas Christian University was staying and I met their outstanding sophomore QB. The following year, he was drafted in the first round and is now the starting QB for an NFL team.

Their flight was delayed so they arrived late. Otherwise, he would have been surrounded by coeds and I never would have met him. He wasn’t old enough to drink but he was a celebrity, so someone allowed him in the bar. I immediately recognized him. In addition to being a super athlete, he is intelligent and very good-looking. In other words, he is “HOT” and I wanted to fuck him.

It didn’t take much. I showed him my wedding ring, and said, “I was recently married and I hope you can give me and my husband a very pretty baby. However, tonight must forever remain a secret and my husband must never find out, because I don’t want a divorce.”

He had a room with another player so I got us a room for the night. He fucked me three times that night, which is as much as Barry fucks me each week, and that was probably a night or two before I ovulated. Barry said he wanted a baby, so a week earlier I had my copper IUD removed. I knew my schedule so, when I missed my period, I knew that more likely than not, the QB was the father, because after he fucked me, and because of our spat, I cut Barry off for the next three days.

Because I knew both men and based on several little things, such as the shape of Sofia’s ears, it didn’t take a DNA test for me to know Barry was not the genetic father. However, babies have similarities to almost everyone so Barry has never doubted that he is Sofia’s father. Furthermore, my family would tell Barry, “She has your eyes,” and even his parents agreed.

Barry and I are very fortunate that the QB gave us such a smart, athletic, and talented baby. Sofia walked earlier and talked earlier than most children and her vocabulary is exceptional for her age. Already, Sofia can do what no one in Barry’s family can do. She is taking dance lessons and at age six, like most exceptional dancers her age, she can do an aerial cartwheel. Barry is so proud of Sofia and he brags on her at every opportunity. Barry and I have a four-year-old son, Andrew, and although we love and are proud of Andrew, Sophia is a cut above.

I’m friendly and outgoing, so after moving into a freshman dorm at SMU, I quickly made new friends, most of whom liked to party. Early in the first semester, I went with three other girls in my dorm to the ’It’ll Do Club’ in Dallas. That is one of the age eighteen and over clubs. There is plenty of dancing but we cannot have alcohol.

We were there for a while dancing and talking with five guys sitting at a nearby table. I hit it off with one of the guys and spent quite some time talking and dancing with him. He told me his name was Jordan and he was up here staying with his family. He was a junior at the University of Texas, in Austin. He was about 6’1”, tanned, and very muscular. I was very attracted to him and found myself thinking, ’Hmm, with a little effort on his part, this guy might get lucky tonight.’

We kept talking and he told me that he was very attracted to redheads. I’m eighteen, 5’8”, 112lbs, 32A-23-33 and I am a very pretty redhead.

He asked, “Do you want to leave and go somewhere more exciting?”

“Yes, I would like that,” I replied.

I made some excuses to the other girls, left for his car, and he drove to his house. His parents were already in bed but they would not have said much anyway, even if they were up.

We went to his room, where he closed the door, and we started kissing. He pulled me onto his bed and removed my top. I was turned on and kissed him passionately while unbuttoning his shirt.

“I don’t normally let guys pick me up in bars,” I said.

“I can tell this is out of character for you but I’m glad you let me,” he replied

I removed his shirt, revealing a slightly hairy, well-developed chest and six-pack. I was kissing his chest while he unsnapped and removed my bra. He gently maneuvered me onto my back and started working my skirt over my hips.

At that point, I was as horny as I could get and lifted my hips to let him get my skirt off. I said, “Jordan, I want you, I really want you.”

Lifting my hips again, he quickly pulled my panties off and started removing his pants. After he removed his pants, I grabbed his shorts and pulled them over his hips, down his legs, and over and off his feet. I rose, pushed him down on his back, and started sucking his cock.

In high school, I sucked my boyfriend’s cock a couple of times just before graduation and once after graduation. However, I never enjoyed it until tonight. I wanted it to last for a while so I sucked slowly while licking the head of his cock with my tongue. I wondered, ’If the three girls I just left could see me now, what would they think? Probably wishing they were sucking a hot guy’s cock.’

I knew Jordan enjoyed having this redhead suck his cock because he was looking at me and smiling ear to ear. If anything, that turned me on even more. He had his hands on my head, and in my hair, as if he were helping as I bobbed my head up and down.

I could sense he was about to cum so I started sucking harder and bobbing my head faster. Moments later, he erupted spewing several streams of cum in my mouth and toward my throat. I savored the taste for a couple of seconds before swallowing.

He rested for fifteen minutes, then he rose, pushed me on my back, and moved his head down between my legs. I willingly spread my legs and he licked all over my pussy and clit. I believe he was licking the alphabet. I have only been licked a couple of times and it was not nearly this good. I could tell that he loved giving oral, while my boyfriend only did it to get me to suck his cock. He licked me slowly, literally driving me wild. He had me dripping wet and continued until I had a wonderful orgasm.

He had gotten hard again, so he waited a few seconds, then he lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, “Are you ready to get fucked?” he asked.

“Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me now,” I replied.

I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. I felt the head pop in and I felt his cock go deep into my pussy. And then he pounded me for about fifteen minutes, causing me to moan and holler through at least three orgasms. He rolled me over directing me to get on my hands and knees and pounded me, his pretty redhead, doggy style.

When I finally felt him spewing his cum deep into my pussy, that triggered another massive orgasm and I screamed, “Yes, yes, Ohhhhhhh, Aaaaa, Eeeee.” Then he pulled out, breathing hard, and we both collapsed, exhausted.

We settled in a postcoital embrace for several hours before we got up, showered together, fucked in the shower standing up, and got dressed. then, after we traded phone numbers, he took me home, and he said that he would return on Friday, October seventh, the day before Texas plays Oklahoma in Dallas. I said yes and we made a date for that Friday night.