My Husband, My Life Pt. 01

"Oh god, really?" I panted, more excited than I'd been in a long time. "Jake had me on the table," I said, re-living the moment. "My blouse was open. He had ripped off my bra, and pulled off my pantyhose. My skirt was around my waist, and Jake was between my legs. God, I can't believe Kyle was just a few feet away as Jake fucked me. Jake had taken off his shirt, and I remember thinking how his chest was so much nicer than Kyle's. How his penis was so much thicker than Kyle's."

"Ugh fuck!" Michael growled as he came. Then, unbelievably, my body tensed, and incredible orgasmic pleasure shot from my clit and traveled like bolts of lightning to every part of my body. My orgasm was so intense I think I momentarily passed out, and for long moments as I lay under Michael's heaving body I felt tremors of orgasmic pleasure shudder through my body.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. For the first time in my life, I experienced an orgasm through intercourse. And what an incredible orgasm it was. From that moment, I started thinking of Michael as someone who might be more than just a casual, temporary relationship.

"Tell me about Brad," Michael asked the next night as we lay in bed.

I inwardly shrugged. "It only happened once. He wasn't that good. Honestly, it only happened because I was so mad at Monica."

"Who's she?"

"She's a dance major too, a senior. Brad's a senior too. They've been going together since forever. Monica's a teaching assistant, and she told me I'd never be a professional dancer. In front of everyone! God, I was so mad!"

"How would see know? Is she good?"

"No, she's a fat cow! But her dad's a producer on Broadway, so she's a shoe in to get a part after graduation."

"So you fucked her boyfriend to get back at her?"

"Brad's more than her boyfriend. They just got engaged."

"Really? So you seduced him, and got him to cheat on his fiancée. Do you realize how hot that is?"

"I don't know. It was kind of exciting, I guess. But I felt so terrible the entire time I didn't enjoy any of it."

Michael rolled on top. He pulled on a condom and entered me. "Why? Don't you see how great this is? Whenever they're making love, Brad's thinking about you, not Monica. He'll probably be fantasizing about you on their wedding day."

"Sometimes I feel like a slut," I admitted.

"What's wrong with that?" Michael grunted as the pace of his fucking picked up. "You're the sexiest, hottest woman I've ever met! I love it you're such a bad girl! I wouldn't change anything about you!"

Once again, Michael's unconditional acceptance and unbridled enthusiasm of my naughtiness masked my feelings of shame and guilt, allowing me to feel just the excitement and wicked pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as I felt an orgasm building inside me. He's going to do it again, make me cum from intercourse, I thought. Moments later, I had a glorious orgasm.

The next day, Brad pulled me aside after class. "Listen, Monica feels really bad for insulting you the other day. She wants to apologize."

Remembering the night before, I smiled impishly. "So should I apologize to her for fucking her fiancée?"

Brad looked at the door nervously. "Not so loud!" he hissed. "I just wanted to tell you she's going to apologize. She's even thinking about asking you to be one of her bridesmaids."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" We were alone in the studio, but someone could walk in at any time. I smiled conspiratorially at him. "Just think how great that would be." I reached over and cupped his crotch. "You could fuck me on your wedding day."

Brad's face turned mean, but there was lust in his eyes. "Damn you're a nasty bitch!"

I got on my knees, shuddering from my wicked naughtiness. "You know I'm better than Monica." I stroked his hard-on. "She'll never do what I'll do."

"What are you going to do?" Brad gasped, his voice catching in his throat.

"First I'm going to suck you," I said in a husky voice. "Then I'm going to let you fuck me in the ass." As I looked into Brad's face and watched him flush with surprise and excitement, I wasn't thinking of the handsome athletic man before me, but of my boyfriend Michael, and what a wonderful story I'd have to tell him tonight.