Chapter 1

I sit here wondering to myself how everything happened to me these last three months. I married my husband when I was twenty-one he is a year older than I am. I had decided before high school that I would be a virgin for my husband. I wanted to give to my husband a gift that could only be given once.

The night before our wedding my mother told me that men have a tendency to be quick and sometimes do not know how to have good sex with their wives. She told me if they were not experienced that it could even be a disaster. She told me that the important thing for me to do was, no matter what happens when he is finished, I need to tell him he was great even if he wasn't.

I knew my Peter; I knew that he would be the perfect husband. I just knew that my mother had no idea what she was talking about. But she did; my wedding night was every bit of a disaster. Peter was in too much of a hurry and he took my virginity with little foreplay. Well, none, to be honest with you.

Now I knew that being a virgin there would be a price to pay, I knew that it was supposed to hurt the first time, and I was willing to pay that price on my wedding night.

He laid me down, kissed me, opened my legs and entered me with force. I hurt and bit my lip in pain. I moaned in pain as he took me. I wanted to scream but that was another thing my mother told me I should not do. Peter came quickly and by the time he pulled out, my hole felt numb. He rolled over breathing hard and asked me, "How was it?"

I was in pain but I knew I could not tell him. I told him, "It was everything I ever imagined, you were fantastic, and I loved it."

When I heard him begin to snore, I got up and went into the bathroom. I sat on the stool and I peed, wiped myself and saw blood on the paper. I knew that came from Peter ripping my vagina. I burned between my legs.

Now while I was a virgin at 21, I had been enjoying climaxes ever since I was 12. I masturbated two, and sometimes three times a week. When I began to menstruate I really became horny during that time on the month. I had expected being with my husband to make me feel good but it did not.

When Peter woke up, he wanted to do it again, and this time it did not hurt like it did the night before. I was very thankful for that. He still was way too fast to finish. I felt nothing at all. But I again told him how great he was.

That time when I went into the bathroom to clean up, I sat on the stool and masturbated. Peter had only managed to spark my desire for a climax; after all, he had two and up till then I had nothing whatsoever.

It took him almost a year making love to me before I actually had an orgasm with him inside of me. Before then it was always the same thing: we make love, I go to the bathroom and masturbate like crazy having my own orgasm. Even that first time that he made me climax, it was nothing like when I did it myself.

Maybe I expected too much. I don't know. I do know that if it wasn't for the poor sex my marriage would have been perfect. I sort of felt like my mother had said, it was all a trade-off. For security and a happy marriage.

Peter was very successful; he made over $100,000 plus his bonuses. He worked for an office supply giant and for two years in a row he was top salesman. He came home one day and said that the CEO called him and he, along with another man, was being considered for vice president in charge of worldwide sales.

We were both ecstatic. I did not understand why, but the interview was for both of us. The CEO wanted to meet the candidates, along with their wives. We landed at the airport and the company sent a limo to pick us up. They put us up at a very lovely hotel. Our appointment was for 5 p.m. with the CEO and his wife for dinner and drinks.

We got ready and went down to the car that came to pick us up. The driver took us to a huge estate and we were met at the door by a butler dressed in tails. He introduced us to Mr. and Mrs. Gamble. Harriet (Mrs. Gamble) was stunning. She gave me a hug and she was so lovely she could have been a model. Mr. Gamble gave me a hug and told me that I was lovely, to which Harriet agreed.

I had always known that I was a knockout, but I sort of lost that feeling a long time ago. Gary (Mr. Gamble) took my arm and led me into a huge room with a bar; he took me to a stool and went behind the bar. Harriet took Peter's arm and led him to one of the three big leather sofas.

We got to know each other and I had a wonderful time. When we finished dinner we went back into the den again for after dinner drinks. It was then that the job came up. Gary asked me how I felt about Peter being vice president. He asked me how I felt about his doing so much traveling. He told me that Peter would be out a lot, watching over the flock, so to speak. I told him that I understood that it would only be one or two days a week.

He laughed and said, "Oh, sure, there will be weeks like that, but for the most part, he will be out for a week at a time. That is why it has a $400,000 salary plus bonuses."

That was the first that I had heard of what Peter was going to make, I knew that he was excited about getting this job, and now I understood why. I laughed and said, "For that kind of money, I will not mind if my Peter was out on the road, just as long as I could have him on the weekends."

We all laughed and after the second drink Gary stood and so did Harriet. Peter and I also stood and Gary put out his hand, saying, "Welcome to the company, I'll arrange for your moving and if you call my secretary, Floe, she will give you the realtor we use. He can find you a house in a day or two. You were told that anything over $500 you pay, right?" Peter said, "Yes, I was informed."

Harriet came over and hugged me, saying, "Welcome to the family." We left on Cloud Nine. The next day we flew home and put our house up for sale. The mover arrived and off we moved to Kansas City where the parent company was.

We arrived and the company put us up at the hotel. We found a lovely 6,000-square-foot estate with a lovely backyard and pool. It was a five-bedroom house, with den, TV room, office, and a basement that was set up to be a home gym complete with sauna. The maid's room was just off the kitchen.

Never in my wildest dream would I have ever thought I would be in a house like this, let alone own it. It was on the market for $1 million; we offered $900,000 and they took it.

The movers moved us in and the company sent over a decorator that set everything up. We just gave her the money she needed to get our house set up and everything was set in less than one week after we arrived. Everything was moving so fast.

Saturday, Peter came home, informing me that the company was having a welcome party for us that night. I had two hours to get ready. I was rushed but I managed to doll myself up and when we left the house, Peter kept telling me how great I looked.

When we arrived at the get-together in our honor, the room was full. We were split up and I was meeting one person after another. Gary handed me a drink and I drank it down. There was music playing and some of the couples were dancing. I looked all over for Peter but it was so crowded I did not see him. I kept getting distracted by different men asking me to dance again and, of course, being the guest of honor I could not say no.

I felt very alive, man after man held me dancing, telling me how lovely I was. I felt myself becoming sexually stimulated by all the attention. By my third drink, I was downright horny. I did not think anything of it; I should have because normally two drinks and I am toast. I wasn't feeling drunk at all, not even a buzz. I kept looking around for Peter; I wanted to get him alone in the bathroom and have him fuck me. I mean, I was becoming so turned on that all I could think about was having sex.

Soon I stopped looking around for Peter and I started to think and fantasize about the different men I was dancing with. I was so fucking hot that when this one man held me close I rubbed myself against his leg, I could feel the pressure of his leg against me and it really turned me on even more.

I felt him bring his hand to my chin and I felt him lift my face up as he put his lips on mine. I lost it. I mean, I moaned as I rubbed my groin on his leg and we kissed. I had not been kissed like that ever! My head was spinning and all I could think of was the pleasure I was having as this man kissed me and I ground myself against him. When the song ended, another man replaced him and we were all over each other.

After the third man and I were grinding on each out on the dance floor I had a tiny climax. Just as that song ended he broke the kiss. But I did not want to stop kissing him or stop grinding my groin against his leg; I wanted him in the worse way. We broke the kiss and I looked into his eyes and I said, "Take me someplace." He lead me a few steps away, but then Gary walked up to us, saying, "My turn to dance with the hottest woman here tonight."

The man I was walking with put the hand he was leading me with into my husband's boss's hand. Gary was right, I was hot as hell. We hit the dance floor and I melted into his arms and instantly I clung to him, grinding myself against him just as I had the men before him. I felt yet another climax coming on me as we stood there grinding to the music. I felt my whole body tremble as it hit me. I raised my head to his and we kissed hard as I came as I fucked my groin against his leg. I have no idea how long I came but it seemed as if I just would not stop climaxing.

When the song ended Gary took my hand and led me to a door and down the stairs we went. I could not think of anything else other than wanting to have sex. I wanted him to fuck me. He opened a door and we went inside. It was a lovely room. There was a big bed in the center of it, on the bed was Peter and he was passed out.

Gary said. "I thought it best for you to come down here and have sex with your husband, but it looks like he is too drunk to perform. See if you can wake him."