Married Life- Chapter 1 Greeting Rachel Present: I hear the front door open and the sound of her heels clicking across the hard wood floor as she walks into the house. I shut the television and rush over to help her with her jacket. She's dressed in a beige short tight skirt, some designer name that I paid a large sum of money for and is well worth the price. On anyone else the skirt might seem obscene, but with Janet's long legs she can get away with it. A light blue halter top that shows off her midriff when she stretches her arms. It's tied behind her neck, leaving her shoulders and back bare while molding itself around her medium sized breasts. Her 3 inch heals, strapped around her ankles make her 5'7" frame seem even taller. She walks over to the living room while I rush to the kitchen to poor her a glass of white wine. I'm a beer type of guy, but I know how she likes to relax with a glass of wine in the evenings. Returning to the living room, I find her sitting down on the couch laid back against the cushions. Her legs are stretched out with her ankles crossed. I hand her the glass of wine and kneel by her feet, taking each foot in my hand and removing her shoes. "Sit down Fred, it's been a long night. Give me a chance to relax sweetie, then I'll tell you all about my evening." I stand up and give her a kiss, then sit down on the couch beside her. She pushes herself back and slowly swings her legs onto the couch, with her calves on my lap. I gently massage her feet while she sips her wine and closes her eyes. The silence in the room takes me back to when we started seeing each other. Past: Almost 6 years ago, half way through college we started dating, but we'd been friends since high school, almost best friends really. We were both jocks in high school, we were both on the basketball team and she played volleyball as well and i played tennis. Basketball tournaments had us traveling around the province and we really got to know each other back then. When we started college, we both stayed in town and went to the local university, basically giving up on organized sports and looking to party. I dated one of her best friends for a few months in college, but she couldn't keep a steady boyfriend. All her relationships would end after a couple of weeks, with the excuse that they just couldn't keep up with her. In third year, at a wild college party, we ended up hooking up. I don't remember the entire evening, but Rachel and I woke up together naked. We both laughed it off the next morning, but the connection had been made. We were inseparable for the next 3 months, movies, dinning the entire college romance. Then one weekend, I had to go to a family dinner and miss out on a graduation house party. The guy whose house it was had a rich family with tons of property, so it would have been amazing, but family comes first. I figured I'd try to catch the end of it, some time after midnight and do my good deed and be the designated driver. Some time after 2am, I got to the party. Almost everyone was trashed, but still going strong. People were dancing in the living room, drinking in the kitchen and goofing off by the pool. I got a beer, worked the crowd and started to unwind. About half an hour into it, I started to look around for Rachel. Nearly 100 yards from the pool, there was a fire pit set up around a small grove of trees, so I made my way there. Getting closer, I could hear Rachel's voice. Rachel: "Mat, you're such an asshole. Fred's your buddy and you know I'm dating him now. Get your hands off my tits you bastard, I know you like the big ones anyway" Mat: "You guys only hooked up because you got pissed at me for screwing you then flirting with Crystal, and I can't help it if she's got a great set of hooters, but we both know she's just a tease." They were both giggling as I inched my way closer to the fire pit. I slowed down my pace and took a good look around to make sure no one was around. When I was confident I was alone, I circled around to the back of the pit so I could get a better view of what was going on and over hear a bit more of the conversation. A part of me was hurt that Rachel would be openly flirting with Mat, especially since she and Mat had hooked up quite a few times after one party or another. Another part wanted to see what they were talking about without being seen. From the other side of the fire pit, behind several trees I could make them both out. They were sitting side by side with their backs propped up against a huge log. They were both wearing jeans and t-shirts and Rachel had a beer in her left hand. Mat was sitting on her right, openly fondling her left breast. Athletic and hard bodied, Rachel considers herself cursed with barely B cup breasts. I've never complained, and quite the contrary, love the way they feel and how they've remained firm through the years. Mat certainly wasn't complaining. Mat: "Since you're here, obviously pretty drunk, why don't we start from where we left off last time? I'm still not sure why you and Fred hooked up, but it's obvious you need some serious attention" Rachel: "You're so good at seducing me, you fucking pig." <Giggle> "What if someone sees us? I'm not crazy about being fucked in front of a crowd of people. Not to mention, Jay's on his way back with some more beer. Just calm your hormones down, when you two move off to Toronto to make your fortune doing whatever it is you do, you can get some high class hooker to jack you off" <giggle> The banter between the two of them was like two old friends, except that his hand was molesting her breast. Mat's head moved closer to Rachel's and they started kissing, his hand slowly traveling down her tight stomach and into the front of her jeans. I started to step away silently, having seen enough when suddenly I heard Jay's voice. Jay: "Mat, you fucker! I'm working my ass off to get Rachel all loosened up and then you just jump in" They both stop kissing to look up over the log to see Jay, holding two beers and looking like he just got out of the pool. His tee shirt is partially wet and he's wearing a pair of soaking wet basketball shorts. His smile gives away his false anger at seeing the two of them in such a compromising position. Handing Rachel one of the beers, he sits down on the log and unashamedly stares at Mat's wrist, where it ends in the front of Rachel's unbuttoned jeans. Rachel thanks him and gives Mat a stare. Jay: "Is she wet Mat? Mind if I go first, I'm horny as hell and I need to get out of these wet shorts." Rachel: <annoyed voice> "I'm right here Jay and yes I'm wet and NO FUCKING way are you getting into my pants tonight. First I'm dating Fred, second, no glove no love ass hole, so we both know you're shit out of luck" Jay: "C'mon Rachel, we're both leaving for Toronto tomorrow. We may never see each other again, and it's not like neither of us have banged you before." Sipping her beer, Rachel closed her eyes for just a second, revealing that Mat's hand was in fact doing something to lower her defenses. Mat: "Well Jay's certainly out of luck, but I my dear come prepared." Taking his hand out of Rachel's jeans, he dug around his pocket for a second producing a condom. Rachel threw back her head and gulped down almost half the new beer. Then turned around, kneeling in front of the log. Unzipping her jeans, she lowered them to her knees and propped her elbows up against the fallen log. Rachel: "I hope you appreciate this parting gift. You're both such idiots, I'm really going to miss you." With that, Mat got on his knees behind her with his well wrapped cock and entered her. After a few yelps from Rachel, he got into a steady rhythm. Jay, not to be outdone, scooted over so that he was straddling Rachel and he reached into his shorts and fished out his cock. Rachel slid her tongue up it's length and grabbed the base with her right hand, it was huge. Bobbing her head back and forth to the rhythm of Mat's thrusts, Rachel enthusiastically sucked it. Jay was obviously quite turned-on, no more then five minutes into it Rachel was swallowing his load. After that she just laid down on her back with one ankle over Mat's shoulder taking every inch of his cock inside her. I had seen enough, my beer was empty and my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. I slowly made my way back to the house and helped myself to another beer. Kim, my ex was crazy drunk and she coaxed me onto the dance floor. Dressed in some kind of a wrap around skirt and a bikini top, it didn't take much to convince me. Kim has those pouty lips that just ask to be kissed and her eyes seem to make promises that her body wants to keep. Four songs and two beers later, I have Kim's body pressed firmly against mine, moving to the beat of some slow song. I'm contemplating my next move when Rachel wedges herself between us, separating us and leaving me face to face with Rachel. "Thanks for keeping Fred company Kim, you can go pass out somewhere now" Pressing herself against me, Rachel grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Her tongue danced around in my mouth and I lost all thoughts about Kim. We "danced" like this for the next hour or so and when the party started to wind down we headed back to my place. I couldn't get the images of my awesome girlfriend banging two of my friends out of my mind. Rachel lay asleep in the passenger seat next to me, while I thought of the best way to confront her with what had happened. Coming home to Fred Present: What a great night I had. I can't wait to tell Fred all about it as I open the front door. Always the gentleman, he helps me get comfortable then starts massaging my feet. Relaxing on the couch, all I want to do is give him the entire story, but instead I decide to take my time... keep him in suspense. Seeing him looking anxiously beside me, caressing my foot makes me want to start telling him about the evening. I bite my lip and close my eyes, trying to think of something else to prolong the suspense. Past: I knew he saw me with Mat and Jay earlier. After getting back to his place, we made love. The way he held me and kissed me made me shiver. I could tell he was still a bit drunk, maybe he might forget what he'd seen in the morning. All too quickly our love making was over. I feel guilty comparing him to Mat, but sadly our emotional connection doesn't compare to the mind blowing orgasms I had experienced only a few hours before. I love him, but he isn't able to satisfy me sexually. Over breakfast at the local restaurant he tells me what he'd seen. He seems hurt and unsure of himself and I try to act surprised. I feel guilty because he's my best friend and he's hurt because of what I've done. I tell him that we're not meant to be together, better to just stay friends. The following year is almost a blur to me. Taking the year off to "find myself" I applied to a specialized escort agency that specialized in fetishes. I must have experienced every possible sexual fetish imaginable within the first six months. I was the naughty school girl, the tied up slave, the cruel dominatrix and even the "group" slut. I had experienced both my submissive and dominant side, and I preferred dominant... to a degree. With my curiosity finally sated, I found myself a real job, marketing analyst with the government. I lived in a nice apartment, had a good car, no pets and two boyfriends. Marcus, a gorgeous muscular Haitian/Canadian man who works as a project manager in the department and Thomas, an older, refined French Canadian who really knows how to satisfy a lady, who also happens to be my director. Both are happily married, both are discreet and both have no idea about my relationship with the other. I hadn't heard or spoken to Fred in over a year. So after a late evening of pure ecstasy with Marcus, I was surprised to see Fred sitting outside my apartment when he dropped me off. He later told me that my parents had given him the address and he had hoped to talk with me. I have to suppress a wave of emotions as Marcus drives away and Fred greets me by the door. He tells me how he hasn't stopped thinking of me since we broke up and how he loves me. Something inside me shutters... I love this man, but he needs to be put in his place. I pull him over to me in front of my building and kiss him. One arm wrapped around him, the other hand on the back of his head pulling him to me. Both his hands are on my waist, holding me close... lovingly. After what seems like an eternity, I break the kiss and look him in the eye. "How do I taste?" I ask him. He tells me that I taste wonderful. I whisper in his ear: "that's the taste of another man's cock and cum." Turning my back to him I head up to the front door, "want to follow me upstairs and hear the terms of our relationship Fred?" I call over my shoulder, not daring to look back. Without any hesitation he's by my side, rushing to hold the door open for me. Present day: As I switch to her right foot, Rachel opens her eyes again. She shifts her left foot to the front of my jeans and slowly rubs me while I continue my efforts. "Let me tell you how my date went with your boss this evening" she says. To be continued???