Chapter 1

For a long time, in fact for close to a year, I really thought I had the best of both worlds.

I'm married, and have been for 15 years to Bill. He is the most wonderful man and greatest husband I could ever have hoped for. I couldn't have asked for anyone better. There is no doubt that he worships me, and that he would do anything for me. And I have felt the same way about him.

I'd like to think that I'm attractive, after all what woman wouldn't. I'm five foot five, with medium length reddish hair, and green eyes, and quite slim. I'm not overly busty, but what I've got is all natural. Fortunately, after the birth of our daughter, I regained my figure, and a little more up top. Due to my hair colour, I tend to get freckles when I'm out in the sun, and always worried that they made me less attractive. From the time we met, Bill picked up on my concern and constantly teased me about the freckles, but in such a way that I had to laugh, and forget my fears.

Bill and I met when he moved into my neighbourhood when we were in grade three. While we were both part of the gang, the two of us quickly became best friends. Despite the fact that we always seemed to be together, the thought of dating each other never occurred to us. Instead, we dated other kids in high school, though we often would get together and discuss our dates, and it seemed, our frustrations with the dating game. Neither Bill nor I ever seemed to go out with anybody for a long period, and we would often moan about the fact that nothing developed into a serious relationship, while many of our friends seemed to have found 'the one'.

Two months before our junior prom, Bill's girlfriend of the moment broke up with him. Despite his looking around, it appeared he would be without a date for the big night. I commiserated with him, but was relieved to know that I would be going with Jamie, who was a dependable, 'nice' guy, but not the 'love of my life'. Then just two weeks before the prom, he broke up with me because I wouldn't put out. Now I didn't consider myself to be a prude, but I wasn't about to give it away unless I knew it was right. Sure, I'd done my share of heavy necking, letting Jamie and a few of my other dates caress my breasts, but only through my clothes. Jamie had even gotten further than most, as I'd let his hands under my shirt, but outside of my bra. One night, he kept trying to get his hand under my bra, and when he wouldn't quit, I'd slapped him. I guess in his mind, that was the last straw, and he started to look for someone else to pay attention to.

Soon after Jamie had delivered the news, I found myself crying on Bill's shoulder. As I poured out my tale of woe to him, he made the appropriate sounds, but then he shocked me, suggesting " hey, why don't we go together. That'll give Jamie something to think about, when he realizes what he's missing." I don't know why I'd never thought of it, maybe because he was my best friend and neither of us had wanted to risk that. But the more we talked about it, the better the idea sounded, and soon we were making plans.

Now I know that most of you are expecting to read about how magical prom night was, and how we made mad passionate love til daybreak, but that isn't how it ended up. Yes, the night was fantastic, and if Bill had pushed me, we may have made out, but both of us were still afraid of wrecking our friendship. We knew we needed to sort out some things before to much happened, so despite the feeling that grew throughout the night, we restricted ourselves to holding hands, with some pretty hot kissing when he took me home.

It took a while, but the passion built, while the friendship remained strong. Then one day we drove out to a nearby lake, for a party with some friends. We all had a lot of fun, fooling around in the lake, visiting, and doing some drinking. Bill was quite careful about not drinking too much, because he was driving and new that my parents wouldn't let me stay there that night. After a while we thought we'd sneak off on our own, and went for a short drive to a quiet, secluded area.

As we sat there kissing, Bill started to caress my breasts. The feeling this caused, along with our duelling tongues, caused me to moan with pleasure, and made me kiss him harder. Encouraged, Bill slid his hand under my tee-shirt, and started to play with my tits through my bra. I'm sure he could feel my nipples as they threatened to burst through the cups of the bra. Even though others had played with my breasts, the feelings had never been so intense.

I'm quite sure I shocked him when I reached down to grab the hem of my shirts, and yanked it over my head. The look on his face as he stared at me was priceless, making me glad I'd worn one of my sexier bras that day. "Go ahead" I told him as he reached behind me and fumbled with the clasp on my bra. Just when I thought I might have to help him out, he finally got it and pulled the straps away. As he leaned back in to kiss me, his hands roamed over my now bare breasts. I could feel the sparks fly in my stomach, and was sure that my rock hard nipples must be burning a hole in his hands.

Somehow we shifted our positions, and he ended up on top of me. I was sure that that erect cock I could feel pressing into me was going to burst out of his shorts and burrow its way between my thighs. Soon he lowered his mouth to my breast, and started to lick and suck the solid knob that was my nipple. As he did, I reached down and felt his manhood for the first time with my hand. He shifted to allow me better access, at the same time unsnapping my shorts, and sliding his hand over my bikini panties (remember this is about 20 years ago, well before thongs were invented). I couldn't believe how soaked my panties were. I immediately started to pull of his shorts and underwear, allowing me to look at his cock, which was far bigger than I had anticipated, even when I'd felt it against my legs as we'd necked before. At the same time, Bill was ridding me of my shorts and panties.

Soon we were both naked, with me stroking his erection, and his fingers gliding over my well lubricated pussy. I pulled him onto me, spreading my thighs, staring at the glistening purple head of his cock, wondering how it could ever fit inside me. As he slid into position, I felt it rub up and down my slit, then pushing its way inside, until the crown was up against that barrier. I gasped and he stopped, looking all concerned, but I told him to go ahead. He thrust hard and burst through my maidenhead, making me cry out. Just as quickly, I told him to keep going. Yes it hurt, a lot more than I expected, but as he started moving again, the pain turned to pleasure. Unfortunately it didn't last, as he came after about 4 or 5 strokes.

As he pulled out, I could tell he was upset because he'd cum so quickly, so I hugged him and told him how much I loved him, and how full he'd made me feel. Then I reached out and ran my hand over his penis, watching with wonder at how quickly it reacted. I really did stare at it as I ran my hand over it, after all this was the first hard cock I'd ever seen.

We started kissing again, and Bill was playing with my pussy, teasing my clit, even pushing a finger up inside. Meanwhile, I hadn't let go of his prick, running my hands up and down that hard shaft. Almost hesitantly Bill asked if I wanted to try again. This time when he slid his cock deep inside me, it felt wonderful. After a few tentative thrusts, I started to move my hips up to meet his down stroke. Quickly we matched our pace. As he fucked me, the feeling kept growing. I'd masturbated myself to orgasm a few times, but never had the build up been so intense. Suddenly I found myself cumming harder than I ever had before, and as I did, I could feel my pussy squeeze his cock. That must have done it for him, for he thrust hard and shot his spunk deep up inside me, groaning as he did.

While I think we knew it before, I know we both felt that night that we would be together forever.

Before long we were making up for lost time, our passion growing each time we were out together. It wasn't long before I gave him a first for both of us, a blowjob. I'd been playing with his cock, watching as a drop of liquid oozed out of the slit on top, when I decided I had to taste it. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and down over the glans, getting bolder with each lick. Then I leaned over, opened my mouth wide and let it slide over the head. At first I only got a little bit inside, but as I started to move my mouth up and down, I gradually took more and more of it into my mouth. At the same time, I kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, sliding it up towards my mouth and then back down. I looked up at him and saw a look of pure pleasure on his face. If I'd wanted to stop, that look was enough to keep me going. Being the special guy he is, Bill warned me when he was about to cum, allowing me to pull my head away and watch as his sperm shoot into the air and fall on his stomach.