So the story I’m about to tell you happened about a year ago. I come from a small rural town and had a pretty strict upbringing. My husband came from the same town as me, and we were high school sweethearts destined to be married and live happily ever after.

I’ll describe myself: I’m 5’6”, blonde, 130 lbs, with C-cup breasts. I don’t like to brag, but I’m told that I turn heads, although I’ve never been one to flaunt or show myself off. My husband is handsome, not movie-star handsome, but he’s just your average middle-aged man, starting to gain a little extra weight with thinning hair. I don’t mind it, though, and still find him attractive.

We’re now in our mid-30s. We’ve been married for over 10 years at this point, with no kids because my husband found out early in our marriage that, due to a genetic condition, some of the males in his family were sterile. That condition obviously skipped his father. We didn’t mind, though. We enjoyed each other’s company and kept busy.

To describe our life is easy: it’s boring. Same thing day after day. We each work, come home, have dinner, watch TV, and go to sleep. Weekends aren’t much different, except sometimes we’ll take in a movie, then church on Sunday. Like I said, boring. We maybe have sex once a week (if I’m lucky), which is another side effect of his genetic condition: he just doesn’t get horny that often.

My husband is the oldest of two boys in his family. His father is a pastor, and his mother is an old-fashioned “stay-at-home” wife. In turn, my husband has always been religious as well and sometimes even performs church services in place of his father when he’s asked. His brother is a different story. He was born later in his parents’ life, so he is 8 years younger than my husband. Even though there is a large age gap, he and my husband are still very close but rarely got to see each other due to his younger brother living 3 states away.

My brother-in-law was always the polar opposite of my husband in every way, definitely the black sheep of the family. He was always out with women, drinking, partying, basically anything and everything his father didn’t want him to do.

While my husband didn’t agree with his brother’s lifestyle, he never let it get in the way of their relationship, and he and his brother kept in touch with each other by phone and text frequently. About a year and a half ago, his brother called him to tell him he had gotten a job in a town about two hours away from us and was currently shopping for houses. My husband was ecstatic to be closer to his brother again.

My husband was so excited that he told his brother that he could stay with us temporarily while he looked for a house to move into so he could save some money. He agreed, and about a month later, he was moving into our finished basement. Our basement had its own bathroom and bedrooms, so it was basically like a small apartment and was perfect for him. The day he showed up, I didn’t think much of it. I just knew his brother from years ago as an 18-year-old tall, thin kid with a buzz haircut. But when he showed up and walked through our door, I nearly gasped out loud because standing in my doorway was a man about 6’2”, which is like 4 inches taller than my husband, broad-shouldered, and muscular, with jet-black wavy hair that sits just above his shoulders and extremely handsome. I was at a loss for words and could barely look him in the eyes. He greeted us and gave us each hugs, which sent a chill through my whole body when he touched me.

Once he settled in, we had dinner. Afterwards, he got up and went downstairs and came back up with 3 bottles of beer and sat them on the table. My husband started to protest, but his brother quickly cut him off and said, “Come on! What are you going to do, burst into flames for having one beer?”

My husband relented and took the beers, handing me one. I hadn’t had any alcohol in years and nearly choked at the unfamiliarity of it. But I quickly got used to it and finished the beer in no time. Now, I don’t know why, but drinking the beer was almost exciting, like I was doing something I shouldn’t and could get caught. It sounds silly, I know, but like I said, my life has been extremely boring, and I’m married to a pastor.

A few weeks went by, and summertime came. I’m a teacher, so I was at home during the day now, and my husband was at work. My brother-in-law had found some land and was having a house built and continued to stay with us as it was built. The work my brother-in-law did was mostly online, so he was home most of the time and would have to drive into his office once a week.

One day, I was in the kitchen doing dishes with my kitchen window open, and all of a sudden, I smelled something. It smelled so harsh, almost skunk-like. I didn’t know what was going on and was afraid a skunk was bothering our dog in the yard, so I walked outside. Standing under a large tree in the yard was my brother-in-law. His back was towards me, and all I could see was his head down, staring at his phone. As I got closer, I saw what I thought looked like smoke curling up around him, and the smell was getting stronger. I couldn’t believe it. Was he smoking marijuana? In my yard?

He turned around, saw me, and jumped.

“Holy crap! You scared the shit out of me!”

“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, looking at his hand, which was holding what looked like half of a weirdly rolled cigarette. “Umm, what’s that?” I asked, pointing at his hand.

He looked at his hand and then back at me and said, “Listen, I’m really sorry. I have a medical card for this. It helps with anxiety and headaches. I’m sorry I didn’t ask, but I know how my brother feels about this stuff. I didn’t even realize you were home, or I wouldn’t have done it.”

He looked at me for a second and said, “Please don’t say anything to my brother, and I hope you don’t think less of me.”

I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t believe that he had drugs at my home and was using them right in front of me. My head was spinning, and I was shaking a little bit. He noticed this and said:

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry! What do you need?”

I sat down and said, “I’m okay. I just wasn’t expecting to see this, and I think it was just all a little too much.”

He put the cigarette-looking thing out and said he would get me some water.

After he came back, I took a few sips and said, “You can get cards for that? For medical reasons?”

He laughed a little and said, “You really don’t get out much, do you?”

I shook my head and was staring down at the water.

He looked at me and said, “Honestly, you look like you could use a little right now,” and laughed a little.

“What’s it like?” I said.

He looked at me kind of puzzled and said, “You’ve seriously never tried this?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want to?” He looked at me.

I was shocked that he asked me. I almost said, “No!” But at the same time, I felt that tingle deep inside. Like a combination of excitement and… something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “I really shouldn’t,” I said.

“I understand,” he said. “The offer is always there if you change your mind.”

I thanked him, got up, and went back inside. I was in my bedroom a couple of minutes later trying to clean, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. The smell, seeing him staring at me… I was thinking about all of this when I realized I was touching myself. “What’s wrong with me?” I thought to myself.

I walked back outside, and he was still there. He turned around and looked at me, smiled, and said, “Changed your mind, huh?”

I walked over and said, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” and then pulled out another one of the joints, which is what he called them.

I looked at the joint in his hand and said, “I don’t even know where to start.”

“I’ll talk you through it,” he said.

He handed me the joint. I looked at it intently and couldn’t believe I was actually holding marijuana. I also couldn’t figure out why I was so… excited. Nervous. Turned on? Is that the other feeling that I was having? Was I turned on?

“Go ahead and put it in your mouth,” he said.

I did.

“Now, when I light it, you’re going to suck on it like you would a straw, then inhale, okay?”

I nodded.

He lit the joint, and I started sucking. I took it out and inhaled and felt a rush of smoke go into my lungs. I immediately started coughing my head off. After I stopped coughing, he said, “You okay?”

I nodded, and he said, “One more time?”

I said yes and put the joint back in my mouth, took a big hit, and held it this time. After a couple of seconds, he said, “Okay, exhale.”

I exhaled a large cloud of smoke and felt a warm rush through my body. It was amazing and hard to explain the feeling. It felt so good that I did it again, and he laughed and said, “Slow down a little. This is your first time.”

I exhaled the second cloud of smoke and felt my entire body relax, like I was floating. He took the joint, and I laid back against the tree and giggled. I just felt so good, and the feeling of being turned on was… intensifying.

I took the joint from him and said, “One more.”

He smiled and said, “Well, of course, if you insist.”

I took a big hit, held it in, and exhaled. I giggled a little, and he looked at me and said, “So, is this what happens when you relax?”

I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then I realized that I was touching myself, which I rarely even get a chance to do. I nearly stopped, but it felt so good I kept going. He asked, “Would you like some help? You look like you need someone to take care of your needs.”

I don’t know what came over me, but I nodded and took another hit as he reached his hand down between my legs and started rubbing me. I moaned immediately and exhaled the hit I just took. He leaned in and started kissing my neck, which sent shivers through my whole body, and I turned to kiss him. We kissed, and he ran his fingers over my shorts and underwear. It didn’t take me long to cum the first time. He picked me up and carried me downstairs into his room and laid me on the bed, pulled my shorts and underwear down, and put his face between my legs and started licking. My back arched, and I moaned because this is something my husband would never do. Between the high from the joint and his tongue, I came a second time.

He stood up and took his pants and underwear off. He was so much bigger than my husband. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth and started sucking. It felt so good. After a few minutes, he pulled my shirt off and laid me back as I felt him enter me. I gasped at his size, and he started licking and sucking my breasts as he thrust in and out of me. I was moaning and yelling as he thrust, then he pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees and entered me from behind. My husband had never done that; we always had sex missionary. It felt so good I came a third time. After a few minutes, I felt him start thrusting faster. Then I came again as I felt him tensing, and he came inside me. I felt him fill me, and I had the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Afterwards, we cleaned up, and I went up to my room and sat silently for over an hour, contemplating what had just happened. I was still high and was playing with myself as I relived what had just happened. After a few more orgasms, the high started subsiding, and then the guilt came.

What had I done?