This story actually started way back when I was in high school. I lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone. I was very involved and joined many different activities and clubs. That made me quite popular, and I was ecstatic when I caught Ed's interest. Ed was the hunk of the class then. He was good-looking, a good athlete, and at the top of our class. That was why I was thrilled when he showed interest in me.

He asked me out, and I said yes. Of course, like everyone in a small town, we dated by talking on the phone; we never actually went on a date until later in our relationship because we didn't have many places to go. It was always Ed, me, and his best friend Terry. We were like the Three Musketeers; where there was one of us, there were three of us.

After graduation, Ed and Terry both got football scholarships to our state university. I applied to the same university and got in, so the three musketeers stayed together throughout college.

Ed graduated with an engineering degree, and Terry earned a finance degree. I graduated with a degree in psychology. Ed was offered a job with a large firm in New York, and Terry came along and worked in the financial district. I started working in a mental health agency, counseling our youth.

After we graduated from college, Ed proposed, and we were soon married. Of course, Terry was the best man. It was a beautiful ceremony. I was excited for the honeymoon night. I remained a virgin, and that night I was going to give Ed my virginity.

Once in the honeymoon suite, I put on the sexy lingerie I bought for the occasion, and I have to say, I was very excited. I came out of the bathroom in my new sexy lingerie, and I instantly saw Ed was excited. Ed embraced me and started to undress me. We were both naked and crawled into bed. He climbed on top of me, and before I knew it, it was over. He came in me, but I never orgasmed.

I didn't know what to feel. It was not like I had a lot of experience, and my mother was very religious, so sex was never a topic between us. The only information I had was hearing my girlfriends talk about it, and I have to admit I expected more. Ed even rejected oral, not only giving, but receiving as well. At first, I thought that was how it was. Then I thought there was something wrong with me.

As the years went by, I needed to explore more. That was when I found porn on the internet. I would spend time alone watching all different types of porn, and none of it was what I was experiencing. I had heard of many of these acts, but seeing them put it in a different perspective. I would self-pleasure while watching porn and never had problems orgasming. That was when I realized it wasn't me.

I started to wonder what I had been missing. Did I make a mistake saving myself for my wedding night? I now wished I had experienced many of the things I have been watching on the computer. I was very frustrated over the whole thing.

Then one day Ed came home to tell me his company wanted him to go overseas to work on a project. They wanted an engineer on site at all times, and they wanted him to be that guy. The project would take at least a year, and he would have to be gone the whole time. He then told me the benefits he would get if he went. His pay would triple for that year for one of them. He was already making a great salary, but what he would get for one year's work made it impossible to turn down.

We discussed it and felt we were strong enough to survive the year and that Ed should accept the job. He went into work the next day to tell his bosses he was their man. He had two weeks before he left, and Ed was busy making last-minute preparations to help me out. He asked Terry to stop by, make sure I was doing okay, and do what needed to be done, like cutting our grass, removing snow, etc.

The night before Ed left, he wanted to go to bed early. Guess he needed to get fucked before he was going away. It was a typical night in bed for us. Both naked, he climbed on top of me. Pumped a few times and filled me with his cum before he rolled over and fell asleep. Leaving me frustrated as usual. Once he fell off to sleep, my fingers had to move between my legs to complete my satisfaction. My two fingers thrust in and out of my cum filled pussy, my hips hiking up to meet their thrust until my body started to shake as I felt the release and my body went limp.

The next morning I drove Ed to the airport, and off he went. I had mixed feelings about his leaving. I did love the guy, but I hated how he gave me no satisfaction in bed. I mean, it was not supposed to be that way, right?

The next few days, I was going about my normal routines: work, home, taking care of the house, and spending my alone time on the computer watching porn so I could satisfy myself. I soon realized that life with Ed gone was no different than life with Ed here.

Late Saturday morning, Terry stopped by to mow my lawn. Terry has never been married and has always been a bit of a ladies' man. As far back as high school, Terry moved from one woman to the next, but the ladies were always in demand. I could never understand why anyone would go with him, knowing it wouldn't last long.

Terry mowed my lawn and did a few other things for me around the house. When Terry finished, we sat around on my patio and had a few drinks since it was a beautiful day. It was nice to have some company. Terry has always been a flirt, even with me, but his flirting seemed different today. I couldn't put a finger on why, but it was.

After another drink or two, Terry said he had to leave because he had plans for the evening. I asked him who the lucky lady was tonight. He just looked at me and grinned as he replied, "She doesn't know just how lucky she will be yet." That stirred something deep in me.

Off he went for his evening out. I made myself dinner, and after I cleaned up, I decided to take a warm bubble bath. As I soaked in the tub, my mind went to Terry. I wondered who the lady was he was going to enjoy tonight, and what he was going to do to make her feel so good. Lying there in the warm bath, my eyes closed, my hand slid down into the water and between my legs. As I thought about what I would like Terry to do to me, my body squirmed in the bath, and my fingers thrust in and out of my pussy until I let out a scream and had an earth-shattering orgasm.

I lay there panting for a while, smiling at how I felt. Then I suddenly jumped up. What the hell was I thinking? Terry was my husband's best friend; I couldn't have thoughts like that about him. With that thought, the guilt crept in, and my feelings of elation were gone.

For the next few days, I tried not to think about Terry, but that thought always crept back in, and the guilt overcame me. I was torn and didn't know what to do. I thought: should I talk to Terry and admit what I was thinking? Should I tell Ed about them? Or should I not address it at all?

Terry stopped by a few days later to check on how I was doing. He came in after work dressed in a very expensive suit; he always looked good dressed up and had great fashion sense. I was in the middle of making dinner. I was in a white spaghetti-strap top with the buttons undone, so I was showing a lot of cleavage. Terry's eyes focused on my tits; it excited me to have Terry ogle me like that. I asked Terry if he wanted to stay, chuckling as I told him it had probably been a long time since he'd had a home-cooked meal. Terry joked that it had been a long time, and maybe he needed to find a woman who could cook so he could enjoy more of them. The way he praised that statement, and other things he said through the night, made me think he was flirting with me to see how I'd react, but I wasn't sure. Although I wasn't sure, I found myself flirting back with Terry, something I never really did before, but I did like it; it made me feel a little naughty.

After Terry left, I cleaned up and went to bed. As I lay there in my bed once again, my mind thought of Terry, and once again my hand slid between my legs. After I lay there gasping for breath after yet another orgasm that Terry unknowingly gave me, I thought, "Have I got a problem? I'm orgasming now without porn. I am thinking of real-life people. What is wrong with me?"

Terry had suddenly become a major player in my self-pleasure, and my guilt kept building as he did. Two nights later, Terry stopped by again to mow the lawn. I looked out at one point, and since it was so hot, he had his shirt off. Oh my God, I couldn't stop looking. His body was so toned and ripped. His chest was firm; he had six-pack abs. He looked like a tanned Adonis. I didn't wait for him to leave this time. I stood in the window watching him mow the lawn, and my fingers were thrusting in and out of me. My legs went weak, trembling as I came so hard.

I didn't think I would see Terry again for maybe a week since he had no reason to stop by. I was wrong for sure. That Friday I came home from work, and it was a scorcher of a day. I didn't feel like cooking, so I quickly changed into my bikini and went to the pool. I floated around, relaxing after a long and trying week. The water felt so good on my body. My mind wandered, and yes, it drifted to Terry a few days ago, shirtless.

I came back to reality with the bang of the pool gate closing. I looked up to see Terry standing there in shorts and a tank top. He told me he figured he would stop by to see how I was handling the heat. He was pleased to see I was doing just fine. Terry had been to our house hundreds of times to enjoy the pool and had seen me in my bikini, but he looked at me differently, and I had to admit I was looking at him differently as well.

I told him he was welcome to join me and that one of Ed's suits would be in the pool house. He smiled and said, "I would love to join you, but I won't need one of Ed's suits." I sat there, stunned as I watched him pull his tank top over his head, and then push his shorts off. I couldn't look away, and I watched him as he slowly walked into the pool. I suddenly realized why none of the women cared whether he was in a long-term relationship. His cock swayed as he walked, and it was not only big; it was thick as well. I had nothing to compare it to except the men in the porn I had been watching, and he compared perfectly with them.

As he walked to me, he asked, "I hope you don't mind, but we have known each other for so long we should be very comfortable with each other."

I couldn't respond; I just nodded my head in the positive, letting him know I didn't mind. When he got to me, his arms grabbed my shoulders; I felt my body shiver when he did.

"I'm glad you are comfortable with me," he whispered as his hands pushed the straps of my bikini down and undid my top. I watched as it floated away in the pool. I looked up at his eyes, and he was smiling as he looked at my tits. "They're even more beautiful than I imagined."

I was frozen; I didn't stop him at all. Looking up into his eyes, my voice cracking, I said, "Terry, what are we doing? We can't do this."

He placed his finger to my lips and said, "Shhh."

He then leaned down, took me in his arms, and kissed me. A hot, passionate kiss. I knew it was wrong, but my body trembled being in his arms and having our tongues intertwined. He broke our kiss, and in a soft, sultry voice he whispered, "Someone as beautiful as you can't be left alone for so long. You have needs that need to be satisfied."

I thought, "If you only knew how much I wish they were satisfied."

Terry suddenly put his hands under my arms and lifted me out of the water and set me on the edge of the pool. Staring into my eyes, his hands on each hip, he pushed my bikini bottom down. I couldn't move, maybe because I didn't want to move. I decided right then and there that I wanted to see what I hadn't been experiencing in all these years.

Terry leaned in and softly kissed my lips, his hands cupped my tits as he caressed and squeezed them. I let out a loud moan as he did. He started to kiss around to my neck, slowly moving downward as he kissed every inch of me. Leaving my neck, his lips were kissing my right nipple before he took it into his mouth and sucked it. At that point, I remember thinking, "Oh God, don't stop now."

He continued to kiss down my body. He pushed me back and spread my legs. I remember thinking how much I wanted this. He leaned in, and his tongue licked slowly from the bottom of my pussy to the top. I let out a loud moan as his tongue felt incredible licking me. He took his forefinger and thumb and spread my pussy lips open and flicked his tongue over my clit as he inserted two fingers into me and curled them backward in that come-hither motion. I couldn't believe the amazing feelings I was experiencing. My moans became louder as he continued licking and fingering my pussy.

I was in heaven as his tongue and fingers worked in and out of my pussy, licking me deep. My hips squirmed and pushed up into Terry as I wanted more of it. My moans got louder as I begged him not to stop. My hips thrashed up into his face as my body tensed. I let out a scream as I ground my pussy harder into his face as I exploded. My body was shaking as my orgasm seemed to go on forever. Terry licked me and continued to have his fingers inside me as I rode that orgasm—an orgasm I had never experienced before.  

I collapsed on the patio panting for air and smiling as I thought, "OMG, it is not me; I can orgasm with someone. The feeling was incredible, and I definitely want more orgasms that others give me."

As I lay there on the patio gasping for air, Terry moved into me and kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth as mine explored his. I moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue and lips. It was the first time I ever tasted myself on a man, and I have to confess I loved it.

Our kiss became more passionate as his hands cupped my breasts as he caressed and squeezed them. The feel of his hands on my body was electrifying. The passion between us hooked me; I didn't want to push Terry away; I wanted him, and I wanted all of him. As our kiss continued and his hands caressed my breasts, I moved my hand to the back of his head, held him tight against me, and continued our kiss.

My head started to clear as I regained my composure from my first orgasm ever given to me by someone other than myself. As I started to think more clearly, it dawned on me that Terry made me cum, but he still needed relief. I thought this was it; I always wanted to give a blow job, and what better way to thank Terry for making me cum so hard?

Breaking our kiss, I stood up and took hold of Terry's hand. Still naked, we walked hand in hand to a nearby lounge chair. As Terry lay on the lounge, I knelt between his legs. Looking up into his eyes, my hands moved to his big, thick cock as I started to caress it, as well as his balls slowly. His soft moans excited me and made me want to do more for him. His excitement increased my excitement. I thought to myself, this is it; it is now or never. I moved down to his cock as my tongue slowly licked from his balls to his tip. I was nervous, but when he let out a loud moan, I felt encouraged.

I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and slowly lowered my mouth onto his cock. I remember being surprised by the feeling of his cock in my mouth. Although his dick was hard, it was soft and silk-like in my mouth. Slowly, I slid my mouth up and down on his cock. As I circled my tongue around his tip, I tasted the first droplets of precum drop onto my tongue. My moans increased as I tasted him, and I knew I wanted more at that point.

My confidence grew as I continued to suck him. I kept thinking back to all those porn videos I watched and just did as those women did. Removing my mouth from his cock, I stroked him as I took his balls into my mouth and sucked them. My eyes locked onto his at all times. I have heard people talk about eye contact, and I have to say it is true. Staring into his eyes with either his cock or balls in my mouth was stimulating. It made me want more. My mouth moved back to his cock as my head bobbed up and down on his cock, and my hand caressed his balls as I did.

I was shocked when Terry pulled me off his cock. I have to admit I was looking forward to finishing him off that way. But that disappointment soon ended when Terry whispered in my ear, "Not that way."

He then picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He placed me on my back on the bed and stood there quietly looking down at me. He whispered in a soft voice, "I've been thinking of this for so long."

Terry then lay on top of me. I felt his hard cock resting between my soaking wet pussy lips. He then told me he wanted to fuck me for so long. He then reached down between us and guided his cock into me. As I said, I was soaking wet, so his cock slid in easily. I let out a loud gasp as he did. He is much larger than Ed, which made this the biggest cock I have ever had in my life.

Terry slowly pumped his cock in and out of me. My moans became louder, and I begged him for more as he fucked me. Terry took hold of my ankles and raised them in the air as he thrust in and out of me. I let out a louder moan as his cock went even deeper in me.

Then something new happened for me. Terry started to be vocal, something Ed never did. Terry was telling me how good my pussy felt around his cock, how tight I felt; I think you get the picture of it all. Well, I don't know if it was my inner slut, or the passion I was feeling, but I started to talk just as dirty, begging him for his cock, telling him how I wanted him to fill my cunt with his seed; again, you got the picture.

The dirty talk only heightened the passion between us. Terry leaned in and kissed me as he thrust his cock hard and deep inside me. I felt his arms tighten around me as he held me close. He thrust, driving me into the bed; our moans filled the room. I felt Terry's cock deep in me as it started to throb. I tightened my pussy lips around his dick to hold him deep in me. With every spasm of his cock he sent rope after rope of hot cum deep into my pussy. His cock felt so good in me it drove me over the edge. I tightened my arms around Terry as I screamed out that I was cumming. My cunt tightened even harder around his cock as I milked every last drop of cum out of him.

Terry's arms tightened around me as he held me tight. I became overcome with emotion. My body started to shiver, and I sobbed uncontrollably. Terry, very consoling and genuinely concerned, asked what was wrong. It was like the floodgates opened. I told Terry all about my life with a lack of sexual satisfaction. I told him all about how Ed never gave me an orgasm, and I never had one until tonight with him. I told him how I never felt like a complete woman until tonight. Terry just listened and held me. It felt like a ton of weight lifted off my shoulders after I confessed everything to Terry.

Terry just held me and listened. There was not a lot he could do, but just being there for me meant so much to me. It was then I realized I loved Terry differently than I did before, and I think that love had always been there. I leaned over and kissed him with a soft, gentle kiss that turned into a hot, passionate kiss. As we kissed, my hand moved down between us. I took his cock in my hands and caressed and stroked him. I wanted more of him; I wanted to feel him deep in me one more time.

As we continued our kiss, Terry's arms tightened around me and rolled, moving me on top of him. We pulled away from each other as our kiss broke. Terry looked deep into my eyes as he whispered, "Fuck me, ride my cock, show me how much you really want it."

I sat up on Terry, taking hold of that beautiful hard cock. I guided it into me. My pussy was soaking wet, and his cock slid easily into me. I sat up, grinding my hips onto his dick, feeling him even deeper in me. My hands rested on Terry's chest, steadying me as I moved up and down on his hard cock. I started slow, but the passion built quickly and I rode his cock hard, thrusting down on him, feeling his cock deeper than I have ever felt a man in me. My moans turned to screams of pleasure, my tits bouncing wildly with every thrust onto him. I felt my body start to shake, my breathing grew heavier, and my moans grew louder. Then, with one hard thrust downward, my pussy lips clamped tighter on his cock, and I let out a scream that I was cumming.

My body spasmed as I continued to ride Terry's cock. I felt his hands take hold of my hips, and he thrust upward into me. His cock was throbbing deep in me as his thick cum filled my pussy with yet another load. I collapsed on top of Terry, gasping for air as I basked in the aftermath of my second orgasm.

Terry's arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. We both fell asleep and remained in each other's arms until the morning.

Terry was the first to wake up. I felt his soft lips on mine as he kissed me good morning. Looking up at him, I smiled and returned the greeting. As the thoughts of last night started to come into focus from my sleep-fogged brain, I smiled even more. I felt alive as I remembered our night together; I didn't want it to end.

Terry asked if he could take a shower. I told him to help himself; the towels were in the closet, and everything else he needed was right there in the shower. I lay there watching Terry walk to the shower, smiling at his tight ass as he disappeared into the bathroom.

I lay in bed, wondering if this would be a one-time thing or if Terry would want to continue. I knew I wanted more. I grinned to myself. If this was only a one-time thing, I knew I wanted to do something else.

I jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. I opened the shower door, smiling at Terry. "Do you want someone to wash your back?" I said as I walked into the shower.

Terry took me into his arms and kissed me. As we kissed, I took his cock in my hand. As I caressed it, I felt it harden in my hand. I do love that feeling. Pulling away from our kiss and looking into Terry's eyes, I felt brave as I told him, "You were amazing last night. I want to show you my gratitude and give you something special."

Without saying another word, I dropped to my knees where my tongue was licking up and down his cock. Now, as you all know, I had never sucked a man's cock before, so I was relying on the porn videos I had been watching. As my tongue licked up and down his shaft and licked his balls, I could see his cock grow harder. Seeing it grow gave me more confidence, knowing I was doing something right. One last lick up his shaft, my tongue licked around his tip before I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly took him into my mouth. 

Looking up into Terry's eyes, feeling the warm water fall over my body, and hearing his loud moans turned me on so much as I bobbed my head faster up and down on his cock. As his cock disappeared into my mouth, I cupped his balls and caressed and squeezed them. Terry thrust in and out of my mouth; my moans got louder as did his. I could sense that he was close. I soon became anxious, knowing I had never had a man cum in my mouth. Although it was something I wanted, I was afraid I might not be ready and would embarrass myself.

That suddenly ended when Terry yelled out that he was cumming. I dug deep down and got the courage to tighten my lips around his cock. I felt the first ropes of cum fill my mouth. Oh my God, it was happening. I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, and I soon came to realize I loved it. I loved the feeling, the taste, and most of all, I loved the reaction I got from Terry as he emptied his balls into my mouth. I was proud of myself and knew this was only the beginning, whether with Terry or others.

Terry and I finished our shower, and off he left to start his day. I spent a good part of the morning wondering if I would ever be able to enjoy Terry like this again, or was that it, a one-time-only. As I thought about it, I realized I was more concerned about whether it would happen again, and I felt no guilt. I just wanted more of it.

Later that day, Terry called to ask if I had any plans for tonight. I told him I was going to lounge around and relax since I had no plans. Then, to my delight, he asked, "Would you like some company?"

As if I were a teenager just asked to the prom, I felt my body tingle as I told him I would love some. I invited him for dinner, and then we could enjoy the night together. He quickly accepted. Terry showed up for dinner. I knew he loved seafood, so I started with a shrimp cocktail, and for the main course I made Seared Scallop Piccata.

We had a lovely dinner and a perfect evening, which finished off with a night of hot, wild sex. At this point, I realized this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

It hasn't been two weeks, and when Ed returns from his year abroad, I am not sure what will happen. But Terry and I have had an amazing time together; sex has been fantastic, and I have realized that I love Terry, and he has told me he has always loved me. I know I have to make some life-changing decisions, and although Ed will be back, I still do not know what I will do. I do know I cannot go back to an unsatisfied life. Terry has opened my eyes to a way of sexual enjoyment that I do not want to leave. Yet, I am still married, and if I tell Ed and divorce him, it will affect so many other lives as well. The only thing I know for sure is that I want more of Terry, and I plan to get as much of him as possible. He has given me a special gift, and I want that gift to keep coming.

Time is running out. I have to decide soon.