19-04-2019, 10:21 PM
FIDELITY
1ST PART
In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in college there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to college and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June.
I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that’s because I met Wendy.
I noticed Wendy the first day of classes. She was in my Philosophy class and had taken the seat next to me. Wendy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. She told me she was from Oak Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago and came to Tech to get away from the cold winters. I liked her right away and by Friday of that first week I had managed to get a date with her.
Wendy made it obvious that I wasn’t going to get into her pants, at least not for quite some time. She told me that she was a virgin and was planning to remain one until she meet and fell in love with the right man.
I was torn. I wanted to get laid and it appeared that the only way I could do that was to find a girl who wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming and was willing to have sex just for the fun of it. I also want to continue my relationship with Wendy, but I knew if I tried to do both Wendy would find out and I would lose her.
I surprised myself by giving up my quest to get laid and concentrated on building my relationship with Wendy. It took me three months to get Wendy to go to bed with me but it was worth it. It happened on a weekend near the end of September. We had gone out on our usual Friday night routine. Dinner at a fast food restaurant and then to a party at a friend’s apartment. That evening I sensed that something was wrong. Wendy was very quiet and kept wandering away from me at the party. I was beginning to think that she was getting ready to break up with me.
At ten o’clock Wendy told me she wanted to go home. This just added to my worry because Wendy never wanted to go back to her dorm before midnight on a weekend. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well hoping that might be reason for her strange behavior. She said, “I’m fine, I just want to leave.”
I felt a little better thinking it was just the party she wanted to leave. When we got to the car I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, “Weren’t you listening? I said I want to go home. Take me back to the dorm.”
There was an edge in her voice when she spoke that told me that I shouldn’t ask any questions. On the ride back to her dorm Wendy didn’t say another word. When we pulled up at her dorm I got out of the car and started around to open Wendy’s door but she got out before I got to the door and started to walk to the dorm. I ran after her and fell in step next to her and we walked silently to the main entrance to the dorm. At the door, instead of letting me come in with her, Wendy turned to me and said good night. I tried to kiss her but she pulled back and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I walked back to my car feeling a little sick. I knew that when I talked to Wendy the next day she was going to tell me it was over. On the drive to my apartment I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong. Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t imagine what that might be. Or had Wendy met another guy and fallen in love with him. I was miserable. I thought Wendy was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with and now I was about to lose her.
When I got to my apartment I didn’t even turn the lights on. I just sat in the dark and tried to make sense out Wendy’s behavior. I had been sitting there about a half hour when I began to hear a noise in my head. I couldn’t make the noise go away then I suddenly realized the noise was my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep in the chair. I jumped up and banged my chin on a table as I tried to get to the phone and collapsed on the floor in pain. Before I could get up the answering machine picked up the phone. After my lame not at home message completed I heard Wendy’s voice asking, “Jim, are you there?
Please pick up the phone.”
I got to the phone just as she hung up. I wondered if I should call her back. Was she calling to break up with me or was I worrying about nothing? I decided to call.
When she answered the phone she asked me where I was when she called. I told her about banging my chin and falling down, hoping that she would take sympathy on me and decide not to break up. She said, “I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. The reason I called was to apologize for the way I was acting all evening. I had something on my mind, a decision I was trying to make and it seemed like the party and you were interfering with my ability to think clearly.”
I was afraid of what was coming next. I said, “So have you made your decision?”
“Yes, but before I tell you I have to ask you something.”
“Ask me anything.”
“Do you really love me?”
“Yes. How could you ever doubt that?”
“I was sure you did but I just wanted to hear you say it. I’ve decided it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“For us to make love. For you to come inside me and make me completely yours.”
I was stunned. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the bad news I expected and then my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the good news I got. I asked Wendy if she was sure and she said, “I am sure. I have been thinking about this for more than a week. I want to do it tomorrow night. Now that I finally told you I just want to go to sleep. I love you and I am looking forward to tomorrow night.”
I told her that I loved her too and we hung up. I was sitting there in the dark, my shin was throbbing in pain and I had an erection that wouldn’t quit. I thought about relieving myself but decided to save it for Wendy.
PICKING THE CHERRY
The next morning I told Randy, my roommate, that I wanted to have Wendy spend the night. Randy understood the situation and said that he would spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to give me some privacy. That evening I picked Wendy up at seven and took her to a nice restaurant for dinner then we went to a local bar where they had dancing. We had a couple of drinks and danced a little then I asked Wendy if she was ready to go back to my apartment. She said, “I’m very ready.”
When we got to the apartment I turned on my CD player, which I had loaded with five CDs of love songs before I picked Wendy up. Then I got the bottle of Champaign that I bought that afternoon out of the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. I made a toast to our love then I set the glasses aside and took Wendy in my arms. I had never been this excited while kissing Wendy before. I had kissed her breasts before and even had my hand in her pants several times but this time was different, because I knew that I was going to put my hard cock inside her for the first time. We kissed and fondled each other
And I slowly removed her clothes. I had had her blouse opened and her bra unhooked before but I had never seen her in just her panties before. She was beautiful.
I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and then I quickly stripped off my clothes
And joined her on the bed. While kissing her again I pushed my hand inside her panties and slipped my finger inside her. As I rubbed my finger on her clitoris, Wendy whispered, “I think you better do it now before I explode.”
Wendy lifted her legs as I pulled her panties off then she spread them so that I could get between her thighs and penetrate her virgin pussy with my rock hard cock. I quickly put on a condom and positioned the head of my cock at the opening between Wendy’s labia. Wendy was very tight and I had to proceed slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her but when I pushed my cock all of the way in Wendy let out a gasp of pain then she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tight that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. When she relaxed her grip I began pumping my cock into her slowly and when she didn’t seem to be suffering any more pain I picked up the pace and finally climaxed.
As I lay on top of her with my shrinking member still inside her I asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?”
“I’m okay. It hurt a little at first but it started feeling betting toward the end.”
When I pulled out of her Wendy marveled at the amount of my semen inside the condom.
Wendy began to play with my limp cock and said, “I am going to the doctor this week to get birth control pills so that we don’t have to use a condom. I want to feel your mess inside me.”
We made love again that night before we went to sleep and we did it again in the morning as soon as we woke up. After that Wendy couldn’t get enough of me. We were in love and hot for each other’s bodies.
We got married right after graduation. I continued on to get my masters degree and Wendy started a career in office design with a firm in Atlanta.
We had a great marriage. Wendy was completely devoted to me. Our marriage was based on love and trust and worked like a well-oiled machine. We watched in dismay as the marriages of people we knew fell apart, usually because one of the couple cheated on the other. Wendy always got angry with the person who cheated and wouldn’t allow us to associate with that person any longer. Wendy said that she believed in the sanctity of marriage and that there was never an excuse for cheating on your spouse. Wendy felt that if you love your spouse you don’t cheat on them and if you don’t love your spouse you should get a divorce before you start dating. To her, fidelity in a marriage was black and white. There were no gray areas. I knew that Wendy would never tolerate it if I cheated on her. There wouldn’t be any second chances. She would leave me and that would be the end of it. I had no intention of cheating on Wendy because I agreed with her about the importance of fidelity in a marriage.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
1ST PART
In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in college there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to college and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June.
I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that’s because I met Wendy.
I noticed Wendy the first day of classes. She was in my Philosophy class and had taken the seat next to me. Wendy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. She told me she was from Oak Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago and came to Tech to get away from the cold winters. I liked her right away and by Friday of that first week I had managed to get a date with her.
Wendy made it obvious that I wasn’t going to get into her pants, at least not for quite some time. She told me that she was a virgin and was planning to remain one until she meet and fell in love with the right man.
I was torn. I wanted to get laid and it appeared that the only way I could do that was to find a girl who wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming and was willing to have sex just for the fun of it. I also want to continue my relationship with Wendy, but I knew if I tried to do both Wendy would find out and I would lose her.
I surprised myself by giving up my quest to get laid and concentrated on building my relationship with Wendy. It took me three months to get Wendy to go to bed with me but it was worth it. It happened on a weekend near the end of September. We had gone out on our usual Friday night routine. Dinner at a fast food restaurant and then to a party at a friend’s apartment. That evening I sensed that something was wrong. Wendy was very quiet and kept wandering away from me at the party. I was beginning to think that she was getting ready to break up with me.
At ten o’clock Wendy told me she wanted to go home. This just added to my worry because Wendy never wanted to go back to her dorm before midnight on a weekend. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well hoping that might be reason for her strange behavior. She said, “I’m fine, I just want to leave.”
I felt a little better thinking it was just the party she wanted to leave. When we got to the car I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, “Weren’t you listening? I said I want to go home. Take me back to the dorm.”
There was an edge in her voice when she spoke that told me that I shouldn’t ask any questions. On the ride back to her dorm Wendy didn’t say another word. When we pulled up at her dorm I got out of the car and started around to open Wendy’s door but she got out before I got to the door and started to walk to the dorm. I ran after her and fell in step next to her and we walked silently to the main entrance to the dorm. At the door, instead of letting me come in with her, Wendy turned to me and said good night. I tried to kiss her but she pulled back and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I walked back to my car feeling a little sick. I knew that when I talked to Wendy the next day she was going to tell me it was over. On the drive to my apartment I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong. Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t imagine what that might be. Or had Wendy met another guy and fallen in love with him. I was miserable. I thought Wendy was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with and now I was about to lose her.
When I got to my apartment I didn’t even turn the lights on. I just sat in the dark and tried to make sense out Wendy’s behavior. I had been sitting there about a half hour when I began to hear a noise in my head. I couldn’t make the noise go away then I suddenly realized the noise was my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep in the chair. I jumped up and banged my chin on a table as I tried to get to the phone and collapsed on the floor in pain. Before I could get up the answering machine picked up the phone. After my lame not at home message completed I heard Wendy’s voice asking, “Jim, are you there?
Please pick up the phone.”
I got to the phone just as she hung up. I wondered if I should call her back. Was she calling to break up with me or was I worrying about nothing? I decided to call.
When she answered the phone she asked me where I was when she called. I told her about banging my chin and falling down, hoping that she would take sympathy on me and decide not to break up. She said, “I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. The reason I called was to apologize for the way I was acting all evening. I had something on my mind, a decision I was trying to make and it seemed like the party and you were interfering with my ability to think clearly.”
I was afraid of what was coming next. I said, “So have you made your decision?”
“Yes, but before I tell you I have to ask you something.”
“Ask me anything.”
“Do you really love me?”
“Yes. How could you ever doubt that?”
“I was sure you did but I just wanted to hear you say it. I’ve decided it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“For us to make love. For you to come inside me and make me completely yours.”
I was stunned. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the bad news I expected and then my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the good news I got. I asked Wendy if she was sure and she said, “I am sure. I have been thinking about this for more than a week. I want to do it tomorrow night. Now that I finally told you I just want to go to sleep. I love you and I am looking forward to tomorrow night.”
I told her that I loved her too and we hung up. I was sitting there in the dark, my shin was throbbing in pain and I had an erection that wouldn’t quit. I thought about relieving myself but decided to save it for Wendy.
PICKING THE CHERRY
The next morning I told Randy, my roommate, that I wanted to have Wendy spend the night. Randy understood the situation and said that he would spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to give me some privacy. That evening I picked Wendy up at seven and took her to a nice restaurant for dinner then we went to a local bar where they had dancing. We had a couple of drinks and danced a little then I asked Wendy if she was ready to go back to my apartment. She said, “I’m very ready.”
When we got to the apartment I turned on my CD player, which I had loaded with five CDs of love songs before I picked Wendy up. Then I got the bottle of Champaign that I bought that afternoon out of the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. I made a toast to our love then I set the glasses aside and took Wendy in my arms. I had never been this excited while kissing Wendy before. I had kissed her breasts before and even had my hand in her pants several times but this time was different, because I knew that I was going to put my hard cock inside her for the first time. We kissed and fondled each other
And I slowly removed her clothes. I had had her blouse opened and her bra unhooked before but I had never seen her in just her panties before. She was beautiful.
I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and then I quickly stripped off my clothes
And joined her on the bed. While kissing her again I pushed my hand inside her panties and slipped my finger inside her. As I rubbed my finger on her clitoris, Wendy whispered, “I think you better do it now before I explode.”
Wendy lifted her legs as I pulled her panties off then she spread them so that I could get between her thighs and penetrate her virgin pussy with my rock hard cock. I quickly put on a condom and positioned the head of my cock at the opening between Wendy’s labia. Wendy was very tight and I had to proceed slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her but when I pushed my cock all of the way in Wendy let out a gasp of pain then she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tight that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. When she relaxed her grip I began pumping my cock into her slowly and when she didn’t seem to be suffering any more pain I picked up the pace and finally climaxed.
As I lay on top of her with my shrinking member still inside her I asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?”
“I’m okay. It hurt a little at first but it started feeling betting toward the end.”
When I pulled out of her Wendy marveled at the amount of my semen inside the condom.
Wendy began to play with my limp cock and said, “I am going to the doctor this week to get birth control pills so that we don’t have to use a condom. I want to feel your mess inside me.”
We made love again that night before we went to sleep and we did it again in the morning as soon as we woke up. After that Wendy couldn’t get enough of me. We were in love and hot for each other’s bodies.
We got married right after graduation. I continued on to get my masters degree and Wendy started a career in office design with a firm in Atlanta.
We had a great marriage. Wendy was completely devoted to me. Our marriage was based on love and trust and worked like a well-oiled machine. We watched in dismay as the marriages of people we knew fell apart, usually because one of the couple cheated on the other. Wendy always got angry with the person who cheated and wouldn’t allow us to associate with that person any longer. Wendy said that she believed in the sanctity of marriage and that there was never an excuse for cheating on your spouse. Wendy felt that if you love your spouse you don’t cheat on them and if you don’t love your spouse you should get a divorce before you start dating. To her, fidelity in a marriage was black and white. There were no gray areas. I knew that Wendy would never tolerate it if I cheated on her. There wouldn’t be any second chances. She would leave me and that would be the end of it. I had no intention of cheating on Wendy because I agreed with her about the importance of fidelity in a marriage.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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