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Love Without Limits Ch. 01


This is a true story. The characters' names have been changed to protect their identity. It is a long read with plenty of naughty sex to keep you entertained. This is chapter 1 of 4.

A very special thank you goes out to robertreams for spending many hours helping me edit this story.

Chapter 1: The Craving


"God, why can't I shut off my brain?" I asked myself as I lay in bed for the third straight hour trying to sleep. Falling asleep is harder by the day. I've tried many different pills, but none seem to help. One would think after a night of intense sex with my husband Tim, I would be worn out, but I think the sex only made me more aware of the true nature of my problem.

It's not that sex with Tim isn't good. In fact it's fucking fantastic! No man can please me the way he does. His toned muscular build and dark hair is every woman's ideal body type. His oral technique is unsurpassed. The way his thick seven inch cock fits perfectly in my pussy brings me readily to multiple orgasms every night.

So then what is my problem? I'm sure everyone has had a craving for something sweet in their life: chocolate, or vanilla creme cake, or a tasty slice of apple pie. Now imagine you can't have sweets, because you made a promise, a commitment, never to have sweets again. It has been nine years since you've made that promise and the craving gets worse day by day until it consumes your every thought when you try to sleep. I wish this craving of mine was as simple as something I could buy at a store and devour, but what I crave is something much sweeter, the taste of another woman.

Tim knows nothing about my "other" sexual side. How could I tell him? He's everything I have ever wanted in a husband and I wouldn't want to risk losing him. It doesn't help that I've had, ever so slowly, to open his mind to all things sex related. He was raised in a conservative family, who's mentality was that sex is for making babies, nothing more. When we first started having sex, he thought 'missionary' was the only way to do it; anything else only occurred in pornography. After years of training, I've gotten him to fulfill all my sexual desires. He even figured out some of his own, buried deep within that thick skull of his.

The problem is further complicated because Tim's ex had left him for another man. They were to be married, but, the day before the wedding, she finally told him she had been sleeping with someone else for over a year. He was devastated, crushed, completely broken. He made up his mind never to open up his heart to anyone. It took me forever to get him to open up to me. Little by little, I was able to piece him back together. For nine years since, he has gone above and beyond, to satisfy my every need.

But he can't help me with this. For him, my problem is physically impossible to satisfy. "What am I going to do? What can I do?" These were the big questions rolling through my head, keeping me from blessed sleep.

"Wake up Roz!"

"Huh? Why are you yelling?" I asked, still half asleep.

"I've been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes. I have to go to work today."

I finally lifted my head and gave Tim a confused look, "But it's Saturday."

"I know," he said, "apparently our numbers are up at the shop and they need me there to help pick up the slack. You need to get up though, I made you breakfast before I had to leave." As he said 'breakfast' the aroma of bacon and maple syrup reached my nose.

"I have to go now honey. I'll be home later."

He gave me a kiss and was out the door in a flash. I finally got up when the front door slammed. "I better not let that breakfast go to waste," I thought, as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. It was thoughtful of him to make breakfast before he left. This is just how he was; always thinking of me.

As I sat there eating, I debated what to do with my day. "I know!" I said aloud, as the idea came storming into my head, "I'll do some lingerie shopping." I figured it would be a nice "thank you" to Tim for making me such a wonderful breakfast.

When I finished showering, I stood in the mirror to take a good look at my body. I was proud of my hourglass figure that drove the men at work crazy. If only they could see me naked. My long blonde hair came down just enough to cover the nipples of my big breasts; big but all natural and very firm for their size. The mirror gave me a great view of my flat toned stomach, long slender legs and small trimmed strip of hair above my vagina. After picturing myself wearing all kinds of bustiers, corsets, and mini skirts in the mirror, I was off to the store.

I knew just the store, Ambiance. I had spent plenty of money there in the past. One of those hidden desires Tim had locked away, was his fascination for lingerie. Anything with stockings drove him wild.

I was happily browsing through everything Ambiance had to offer. I picked up a set of black silk stockings with an attaching garter belt and matching leather skirt to boldly show off my cute bubble butt. I walked over to the bras to find one to match, but was having a hard time finding one in my size.

"Excuse me, you look like you know a few things about this sort of stuff. Do you think this bra would look good on me?"

I look over to see a stunning blonde woman holding a black with pink, laced bra up to her chest. Her breasts were not very big, maybe a B cup, but she was cute and petite. I stood there, mesmerized by her beautiful green eyes, full lips, and long flowing blonde hair.

"Um, hello?" she said, as I stared.

"Oh sorry! I was thinking about how that bra looks on you. Here try this one instead. It will push your boobs up a little to make them appear bigger without being too uncomfortable."

"Thanks! I'll have to try it out. My name is Vanessa, do you shop here often?"

"I'm Rozalin but most people just call me Roz. Yeah I'm kind of a regular here. It's hard to find a bra in my size anywhere else. I think other stores are biased against big boobs."

She laughed, "Well they are rather big. What size are you?"

"Thirty-six double D," I replied.

She started looking around, "Hmm, I'm not seeing a whole lot here."

"It figures, the one store that carries them and they seem to be out."

"Oh!" she gasped, "How about this one?" as she grabbed one from way back behind the others and held it up to my chest. As her fingers lightly touched my breasts, my heart began to race.

"That is perfect, and it's in my size! Thanks so much!" I said happily, as I took a step backward holding the black leather bra.

"Well we got bras, how about we check out the panties?"

Sure why not, I thought. I was not planning on wearing any panties for this particular sexual romp but I figured it was the least I could do after she had helped me.

Together, we examined all the store had. I suggested a couple, but she seemed rather picky. She knelt, looking at the panties on the lower racks. Her face was uncomfortably close to my crotch. Looking at lingerie, having his beautiful woman kneeling in front of me, and that insatiable craving I've been having, combined to stir me. I could feel my panties getting damp.

"What do you think about these?" she asked, holding up a g-string, looking at me with her beautiful eyes.

"P-pink isn't really my color of choice but it looks pretty," I stuttered, trying desperately to keep my composure.

She giggled a little, "You know, you smell delicious."

"Oh that's just my body spray, its called Love Spell."

What happened next, I did not see coming. She turned to me, still kneeling, and put a hand on each of my thighs, her face directly in front of my crotch. She looked at me with lust filled eyes and said, "I wasn't talking about your body spray, I smell something far more edible right under my nose."

I thought I would cum right then and there. My brain was fighting hard against what my pussy was telling me to do.

I regained some rational thought and said, "I'm sorry but I'm married."

"That's okay," she said, "he doesn't need to know a thing about it."

Now my willpower was truly being tested. I could finally scratch that itch I've been desperately trying to get rid of for nine years, but I would be betraying the person I loved. I had made a promise, and above all, it must be kept.

"I'm sorry but I just can't do that," I said disappointingly.

"I have another idea then. Why don't you invite me to your place while he's there and somehow convince him to let us have some fun while he watches. Most guys get off on that sort of thing. You can't tell me you don't want to, your body gives you away."

She was right. My body had betrayed me. I wanted nothing more at this very moment than to press her face into my wet hungry pussy. I am married though, and committed, first and foremost. If my dreams were ever to happen, he would have to agree.

"Alright," I said, giving it a few seconds of thought. "You come over to our house later this afternoon. I will try to convince him, but I cannot guarantee anything."

"Great! I'm sure it wont take much to convince him. Where is your house?"

I pulled a scrap of paper from my purse and wrote down the address. I told her to swing by around five. Paper in hand and smile on her face, she dropped the bra and panties we had picked out for her and went straight out the door. Still shocked at what was happening, I slowly walked up to the counter, paid for my things, and left.

Driving home, I could barely focus on the road. "What the hell was I doing! What was I going to tell Tim when Vanessa showed up at our house?" I was scared, nervous, and strangely excited. I felt as if I would have a heart attack.

I made it home and sat on the sofa waiting for Tim. A few hours felt like an eternity. Finally he walked in the door. I struggled for the words to tell him.

"Hey there, how was work?"

"About what you'd expect. It sucked," he joked.

Without thinking too much about what I really wanted to say I noticed the bag of lingerie still on my lap.

"I got you something at the store today," I said with a devilish grin.

He saw where the bag was from and his eyes lit up excitedly. "Oh really? What's in the bag?" he asked, playing dumb.

"You'll get to see later, but soon we're going to have someone over for dinner."

The expression on his face quickly changed from excited to puzzled. It was out of the ordinary for me to invite someone for dinner.

"Who's coming over?"

"I met a girl at the store, her name is Vanessa. We started talking about lingerie and girl stuff and really hit it off, so I figured I'd invite her over for dinner to get to know each other a little better."

"Wow, you're making friends instead of enemies for once? I'm impressed."

"Thanks a lot, smart ass!" I said, all snarky but welcoming his sense of humor to lighten the stress.

"So then, what are we having for dinner?"

"I'm not sure." I said. I hadn't thought about making dinner at all. "I figure I'll just wait for her to get here and ask what she would like."

"Sounds good to me. When will she be here?"

"Around five."

"Shit! I had better get cleaned up then. Going to hop in the shower before she gets here."

"Okay but hurry up. Don't waste time playing with yourself in there thinking about later tonight."

"Very funny," he said as he walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

He had barely stepped from the shower when I heard a knock on the door. Right on time. I took a deep breath and answered the door.

"Vanessa, you came!"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

I let her in and closed the door behind her. We had just made our way to the sofa when Tim came down stairs, fully clothed but with his hair wet.

"Oh you must be Vanessa, Roz said we would be having someone for dinner."

"Did she now?" she replied almost sarcastic as she gazed at me. I ever so slightly shook my head hoping she would pick up that I hadn't told him yet.

"This is a lovely house you both have. I don't see any kids running around, though."

"Nope, no kids. Maybe someday though," Tim said.

Maybe someday? That was a complete lie. He said that because he knows I don't like to talk about it. The only thing I wanted more than to be rid of this craving was to have a baby. After nine years of fucking almost every night with no birth control, I have long since given up. The doctors call it "PCOS" or Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I've always felt like a failure as a wife because of it but Tim reassures me that every marriage has its obstacles and this was merely one of them.

Attempting to change the subject, I said, "Would you like something to drink Vanessa?"

"Sure," she replied. I headed off to the kitchen to fetch her some ice cold lemonade.

The three of us sat there chit chatting about random things, mostly our jobs. After about an hour or so, Vanessa was growing impatient. I could see it on her face.

"Did Roz tell you why I'm really here?"

My head quickly snapped towards her, my eyes wide. Was she really going to do this? I felt my heart would burst from my chest.

"I thought you were here to have dinner, was there something else?" Tim said with a confused expression.

She paused for a moment, looking at me, giving me the chance to speak, but the stress of everything made me mute. The words were there, but I couldn't spit them out.

"I'm here because your wife wants to have sex with me," she said bluntly as she took a sip of lemonade.

He blinked a few times and his puzzled look turned to dumbfounded. "Excuse me?" he said raising his eyebrow.

"Judging from the look on your face, you didn't know she was bi-sexual."

He slowly turned to me, "Is this true Roz?"

My head was flooded with a sea of emotions. Guilt, excitement, especially anger at Vanessa, for putting me in this situation. My eyes began to tear, but somehow I found the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry I never told you, I didn't know how you would take it. You've always been so sensitive about sex and with what happened with your ex I thought maybe this would be too much for you. I love you more than anything and I never would do anything to jeopardize our marriage so I just kept it to myself."

"In her defense," Vanessa chimed in, "I propositioned her today and she denied me multiple times, because she was married. It was my idea to come over and maybe help convince you it was okay. This would be sex, nothing more. I don't even know anything else about her other than her name since we just met today. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to keep it this way."

I went to sit next to him, tears running down my face. I placed a hand on his cheek to comfort him.

"I don't want anything ever to come between us," I said, trying to keep what little composure I had left, "If you don't want me to go through with this, I won't but I really need this. These feelings aren't going to go away. If you don't approve, I will understand."

He sat there silent for forever, trying to take in everything he had heard.

"Babe please say something! Anything!" I pleaded.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes! I'm absolutely sure. Everything between us will be as it always has been. This is a one time deal."

He sat there again, contemplating for a minute or so before finally saying, "Fine, but I have to be there to watch."

"Told you he'd want to watch!" Vanessa blurted out, all-knowingly.

"It is not for the reason you may think Vanessa. I've always been there for Roz and this will be no different."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was this all a dream? All the guilt, frustration and anger I was feeling moments ago, instantly vanished; replaced by happiness, excitement and lust.

I leaped up at Tim and wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you," I whispered, "You don't know what this means to me."

He lifted my chin with his hand, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "I love you Roz, don't ever be afraid to tell me anything."

I nodded and looked over at Vanessa. She patted the sofa cushion beside her, inviting me to sit next to her. Now that I had my husband's blessing, I wasn't about to waste time. I sat next to her, looking at her body without guilt. Everything about her was nearly perfect. Her long legs which she had displayed all along, were toned and lightly tanned. Her breasts were smaller than mine but pert and perky, her nipples obvious in the skin tight blouse she wore. Her deep green eyes and long golden hair were her best traits though; they made her look like something from a fashion catalog.

"Shall we get started then, Roz?" she said in such a hypnotic sexy tone of voice, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I gave no vocal reply. Instead my hands began exploring her body: down her arms to her sides and back over her firm tits, up her chest to her neck, but stopping at her cheek. Her hands were all over me, but they paid special attention to my chest, massaging my breasts through my tight thin t-shirt. She noticed my nipples hardening and began to pinch them, not too hard but just right.

I was hot with excitement already and could feel my pussy becoming wet. I moved my hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer to me. She tilted her head slightly, knowing where I was going. My lips pressed against her full and soft lips, so unlike the roughness I had become accustomed to. We began to really get into the kissing, her tongue entered my mouth and mine hers. As we kissed, she palmed my right breast with one hand, touching herself under her skirt with the other. We both moaned into each other's mouth when she finally broke the kiss.

"Whew, you really aren't new to this are you?" she said surprised.

"Here I thought I may have gotten rusty but it all comes back to you, just like riding a bike," I said, praising myself.

Vanessa giggled then gave me a more serious look. "Take off your shirt" she commanded.

I slowly lifted my shirt over my breasts. Vanessa gave me a hand getting it over my head and let it drop. She stared at my huge tits, overflowing from my bra, then began massaging them again in her palm, licking and kissing the side of my neck. Her hands undid my bra. She leaned back and I let the straps slide down my shoulders exposing my tits in all their glory.

"Wow!" She said, "I'm so jealous of those."

I laughed and threw the bra to the floor. "You don't have to lug 'these things' around all day. Now it's your turn."

She grinned, lifting her blouse up over her head in one swoop. As I had suspected when I was feeling her up, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs were perky enough she didn't need one. Her nipples straight and hard, were much bigger than mine.

I immediately bent down, took a nipple into my mouth, sucked, gently at first, then I circled her nipple with my tongue. I looked up at Vanessa; her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. She purred softly in approval. I switched breasts, sucking it hard this time. She jerked a little as I nibbled her erect nipples but she didn't object.

Vanessa pushed me against the back of the sofa, climbing atop me, her knees between my thighs. Our nipples rubbed against each other with delightful friction, as we continued exploring each other's mouths. She slid down the sofa until her knees met the floor. With a devilish grin she suckled my tits. I ran my fingers through her hair, urging her.

She lifted my legs, peeled off my skin tight pants, then went back to sucking my tits while rubbing my pussy through my soaked white panties. Running her tongue down my belly to my panty line, she licked under the lace above my love mound, making me so uncontrollably horny that it became unbearable.

"I've been thinking about this pussy since I first saw you," she said, rubbing my clit through my wet panties.

"Please lick my pussy! I can't take much more of your teasing!" I hissed.

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