Introduction

My name is Matthew Williams, and I'm the luckiest man in the world. I'm typing this sitting in my office at home, having done as much work as I need to do today. My wife, Lisa, is due back from work in a couple of hours, and Leanne, our nanny, is out at the park with our two year old daughter. Once they're all home, we'll cook some dinner together, eat a very sociable meal, read some books with the little one and then put her to bed. And then Lisa, Leanne and I will open a bottle of wine, go upstairs, and spend the rest of the evening kissing, touching, stroking, sucking and fucking, before falling asleep in a cum-covered haze. Leanne will probably go back to her room at some point in the night, leaving me to wake up in the morning with my beautiful, naked wife, who'll want to fuck again, slowly and lovingly, before the new day starts properly.

I couldn't ask for a better life. How this one came about starts properly with meeting Leanne, the girl next door, but before we get there you might like to know a little history...

I met Lisa in 2003, when I was 26 and she was 22. I was living on my own in a studio flat in South London at the time, and starting to get reasonably successful as an illustrator and cartoonist, although at that stage I didn't work for myself and had to travel into central London to work every day. I was, I suppose, typical for a guy of my age making a good wage in a big city – I loved going out with friends, drank too much too often, smoked weed most days and took exstacy at the weekend, and usually had a girl or two available. I don't think I was particularly wild, but I was no angel either. Lisa, though, was really wild. She shared a house with two other girls and two guys, and worked as a gardener or park assistant for the local borough council. And, when she needed spare money for drink or drugs, she worked occasional nights as a stripper at a pole dancing club.

Of course, I didn't find out everything about her straight away. We hadn't even exchanged a word the summer Saturday night we met before we were kissing, after we found ourselves dancing together in a packed club, our bodies pressed together as we bounced to the beat. Our eyes met, and she grinned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face into hers. E does that sort of thing sometimes, and its a wonderful feeling when you connect in that way with a stranger. Usually, though, its just a moment, a shared moment, but this time there was something deeper. I can't explain it, because I don't believe in love at first sight, or soul mates or anything like that, but as I looked her up and down, taking in her cropped red-blonde hair, blue eyes, low cut black vest top not really hiding her impressive tits, short black skirt, black tights and bright red Dr Martens boots, I knew I'd be finding out a lot more about this girl.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, we kissed again, we found a quiet corner, we kissed again, my hand ended up between her legs, she unzipped my trousers, we were kicked out of the club by the bouncers before we could get much further, she ended up giving me a blowjob in the alley behind the club, I fingered her to an orgasm in the taxi back to my flat, we found out each others names, and fucked until it was daylight, when we fell asleep. When we woke up around Sunday lunchtime, we fucked again, and swapped phone numbers before she kissed me sweetly on the lips and waved goodbye. I'd had nights like that before, of course, and generally I had no intention of seeing the girl again. But despite the way we'd met, I knew I'd be introducing her to my parents before too long. And, for probably the first time in my life, I found it was me making the phone call to arrange to meet again. We saw each other at least once each weekend, and generally for one night of the week, for several months before I gradually realised that I had the first "proper" girlfriend I'd had since I was about 19. And although I sometimes hooked up with another girl, and I know Lisa slept with other guys, we grew closer and closer, sharing some wild nights but also some quiet nights in, some walks in the parks, some chill out time together. I was in love. When the tenancy on her room came up for renewal, Lisa gave it up and moved into my flat with me.

I'm not going to pretend everything was perfect, because it took some adjusting to for both of us – we had both got used to our own space, and the flat wasn't big enough for two independent minded people. But we were both smart enough to realise that we had a good thing going here, and made sacrifices and compromises. We went out together, but we went out separately too – although we knew each others friends and my friends had met hers we realised the value of independent friendships. And we came to agree that it was possible for either of us to sleep with someone else, as long as we told each other about it. This came about because occasionally, when she worked at the club, punters would offer her large amounts of cash to fuck her. Much as I didn't like the "idea" of my girlfriend being a prostitute, I did enjoy the holiday in Italy she paid for, and if I'm being totally honest, I got a thrill out of the fact that other guys found her desirable. I'd seen her in action in the club, and although I'm not normally a lover of pole dancing I found it intensely erotic to see my girl up there, my girl being looked at by all these guys, my girl showing herself off. And I knew there would come a time when I'd want to fuck someone else too, so I could hardly complain. Lisa enjoyed working at the club, but had made a decision that she'd only do it once every couple of weeks because she didn't want it to become routine, and, therefore, unenjoyable. It wasn't like she fucked someone every time she worked, either, but after a few months of living together I think we both realised that we enjoyed hearing about each others exploits with different people. Honesty, of course, is a key part of any grown up relationship.

So, for the next eighteen months or so that was what it was like. We loved each others company, we loved living together, we loved the sex, the glorious uninhibited sex! We had rows, but we patched things up, often with more glorious sex, and we got drunk and stoned with our friends. We worked hard, and played hard, and just occasionally we fucked other people. I got confident enough to leave my salaried job and go freelance, and although getting set up with a home office meant even less space at the flat and, in the short term, less income, we were able to cope. And then her mum fell ill.

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