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That weekend, I met Ben at a park down the street from my house. It hardly ever got used since the neighborhood was full of old people my grandparents’ age. We had the entire place to ourselves. I got there first and waited nervously on a bench for him, where I could see the entrance.

Ben showed up and I watched him walk toward me with a Cheshire cat grin on his beautiful face. I sat there with him seated beside me, switching between gawking at him, to loving him, to being completely unsure of our relationship. He ended the staring contest by telling me how much he had missed me, and how he couldn’t stop thinking about me.

I was on cloud nine by the time he stopped talking. It was then my turn to tell him how I was feeling and I did, leaving out all the doubts I was feeling. We spent the entire evening cuddled on a park bench, just talking. There wasn’t anything we didn’t talk about.

I ended up finding out a lot about Ben that evening. He was twenty-five-years old! That is a full-fledged seven years older than me, which seemed like a lot at the time. But he told me it wouldn’t be a problem. I was, after all, a legal adult—no matter what my grandparents said. I also learned that he had a full teaching contract at a college, which was only two hours away, but in an entirely different state. The job would start in February.

When the evening was over, I told Ben that I couldn’t kiss him because I had a sore throat and didn’t want him to get sick. It was a total lie. I just didn’t want to experience the tingles throughout my body for the rest of the night like I had felt before. I didn’t know how to handle all of that.

We continued to date and get to know each other for the month of January. We got to practice plenty of kissing and I now knew for certain that I wasn’t a lesbian. Whew! Kissing was wonderful and caused so many amazing tingles in my body. Tingles I didn’t yet know how to deal with.

Ben was baffled that I didn’t know most of the bands he had grown up with. I blamed it on our age difference, but in reality, it was because my grandma hadn’t allowed us to listen to anything except the oldies stations, which played songs from the fifties and sixties—songs that no one in my age group would even have heard of.

It was almost two in the morning and I had to get to bed. I had to work the next day, but the words were flying through my brain. I just couldn’t stop. I couldn’t remember a time when the words had come to me so easily. I rubbed my hands back and forth, and then stretched out my fingers to remove the kinks.

I asked Ben why he didn’t continue to work at the local high school, where he had been substituting for the last few years, and he said there had been a misunderstanding with a female student. She had accused him of coming on to her and the administration had kindly asked him to leave. I thought that was terrible. Mr. Champion would never treat a female student inappropriately. There was no evidence of his behavior, so they had no legal standing, but it was enough for them to drop him from their substitution list and he would never be offered a contract.

My birthday was at the end of January and Ben had explained that he had planned an entire evening for us! I was excited to finally have a boyfriend that I could spend my birthday with! We were already pretty much inseparable.

My family still didn’t know about us, but that didn’t stop me from secretly meeting him.

On my birthday, Ben took me to this expensive restaurant right on the water in the next town over. He was acting really nervous and I felt like something was going on. I was wondering if he was going to break up with me or something. His behavior was so strange.

Toward the end of dinner, Ben abruptly asked for the bill and then led me out to walk the pier. I shivered in the cold, since I hadn’t thought to bring a jacket. Ben chivalrously offered me his jacket and I loved the warmth it provided as it enveloped my body. I felt ridiculously special! He was letting me wear his jacket!

I turned to look at the water and then turned back to Ben to point out one of the yachts I had seen. When I turned back around, he was down on one knee. I held my hands up to my face and looked at him. I knew what it meant when a man got down on one knee. But it couldn’t be. We had only dated a little over three weeks.

“Sarah, I know we haven’t been dating for very long, but there is one thing I am certain of. I never believed in love at first sight before I met you. I am confident that spending the rest of my life with you is the best thing for me. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He opened a box and there was a simple solitaire ring sitting inside, but to me, it looked like the most striking, expensive ring that I had ever seen. It glimmered in the moonlight as it seemed to bounce between the stars.

“Oh, yes!” I exclaimed and jumped in his arms, almost toppling him over.

He chuckled and placed the ring on my fourth finger on my left hand. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was the most exquisite ring I had ever seen.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I? I love it!” I exclaimed proudly.

He leaned down to kiss me and I let him. I no longer avoided his kisses. I actually was beginning to like them. I was even learning how to deal with the sensations his kisses bestowed upon my body, and I couldn’t wait for the day when he would be the one to alleviate those aches.

Once his lips were no longer on mine, terror began to fill me. What would I tell my mom? What would my grandparents do? Surely, they wouldn’t understand. And there was no way I could tell them that I had been sneaking around behind their backs for that last few weeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me with concern lacing his words.

“Nothing… I just don’t know what I’m going to do about my family.”

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “You don’t have to do anything yet if you don’t want to. Tell them when you’re ready. I leave in two weeks to start my new job. We’ll commute back and forth in the meantime until you’re ready to shout to the world that we’re together.” I knew he meant that last part as a joke, but I didn’t hear laughter.

I looked up to him, hearing his sad tone. “It’s not that—”

“Shh,” he hushed me. “I know. I know why you don’t want anyone to know. I’m not upset.”

“Have you told anyone?” I knew he didn’t have any family, other than a sister he hadn’t spoken to in five years. He had a few acquaintances, but that was about it. He had told me before about how he lost contact with his friends once he accepted the sub position in our town, and hadn’t really gone out to meet anyone new. So I pretty much knew his answer before I even asked it.

“No. I’m waiting for you to tell me it’s okay before I scream it from the mountain tops.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Well, where to, my love?” he asked.

My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about my words. I knew I wanted to say them. I knew I would never regret them. I knew they were right. I took in a deep breath and looked into his shining eyes, finding the courage to utter the words that were burning the tip of my tongue.

“Your house.”

I had to stop. It was late and I was coming up to my first sex scene. I knew it had to be a love making scene, one that was full of passion and still sweet. I wasn’t sure I could do it without help. If it had been a scene where he tied her up and choked her out while slapping her pussy and thrusting balls deep into her, then yeah, I’d be able to bang that one out in no time. But I knew it couldn’t be like that. So I stopped and put my computer away, happy with what I had written so far.

The next day at work, I was dragging my ass big time. Principal
fucker
Tucker had already called me on it, since I happened to have been twenty minutes late. But even
she
couldn’t ruin my mood. I was walking on air. I had pounded out over ten thousand words on my keyboard and had the makings of a fucking good book on my hands.

To top it all off, it was Thursday, my night with Keegen.
Yummy!
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that delicious body of his. I definitely wouldn’t be able to use any of our fuck scenes in this next chapter of my book. There was nothing virginal about our couplings. I wouldn’t say I loved Keegen per se, but I definitely was in love with his body and all the things he did with mine.

When I married Tom, I had been surprised when he couldn’t satisfy me. That’s when the toys entered the picture. I knew there had to be more to sex. All of my girlfriends
raved
about screwing their husbands; I
had
to be missing something.

As any good author would do, I started to research, and boy did I discover an entirely new world. I had been on so many journeys, living vicariously through the people I met in chat rooms. I gained confidence, which led me to meeting Keegen. He was much younger than I was, but boy did he teach me a thing or two. I had gained a wide knowledge base from frequenting chat rooms, but had never put what I learned into play. Once I unleashed
my
sensual beast within, I found that my capabilities had no boundaries. I was insatiable, especially when it came to all things Keegen.

The school bell rang and I looked up to meet thirty-something students staring back at me. I shivered inwardly. They were alright some of the time, but most of the time I detested them. Teenagers with raging hormones and out of control mouths, what better way to start your day?

“Buena clase de la mañana. Por favor, abra sus libros para el capítulo doce, la página doscientos treinta y cinco. Por favor, lea las tres primeras páginas, mientras me tomo la asistencia y entonces haremos un examen sorpresa juntos.”
Good morning class. Please open your books to chapter twelve, page two hundred thirty-five. Please read the first three pages, while I take attendance and then we will do a pop quiz together,
I addressed the class with authority. If you give these kids any latitude, they walk the fuck all over you.

At least speaking Spanish was easy for me, so this class was a breeze. I only had to repeat it five times a day for a total of one hundred, sixty-three students. Try grading that many papers! I don’t think so. Thank God I had the wherewithal to persuade one of the senior boys into doing it for me. I was hardly paying him anything, either. I just gave him two rolled joints a week. Don’t judge me; you would do the same thing if you were faced with grading that many fucking papers. Can you even imagine? Thanks to Keegen, I had an endless supply of marijuana.

After first period, my panties were soaked. I couldn’t stop thinking about Keegen. I was horny and didn’t think I could make it through an entire day feeling like this. My pussy pounded in need. I would not make it through the day unless I gave my erogenous zone the required attention.

At the conclusion of second period, my legs were shaking. There was no more putting off the inevitable. I had prep period next and needed to get to the bathroom pronto in order to take care of myself.

I was on my way to the staff restroom when I ran into Craig. He was hot and the star of the high school’s football team. This quarterback’s body was chiseled; the cut of his muscles evident through his tight shirt. I felt my mouth pool with drool, I was eternally grateful that it didn’t roll down my chin.

“Sorry, Ms. Roby.” He grinned at me suggestively. He was a charmer and knew it. It was such a turn on and I instantly wanted him to take me against the wall and pound my pussy. The thought stirred me so entirely that I almost came.

I groaned.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Roby?” He now had a look of concern on his face.

If only he knew the real reason I was in despair. “Yes, fine.” My stare was adverted as I kept walking in the direction of the staff restroom.

Once inside with the door locked firmly behind me, I rested against the door and propped my foot up on the sofa. I slipped my panties to the side and started rubbing my clit with my two fingers. My sensitive nub immediately started to sing. I sped up the rubbing and gave my pussy the stimulation it had been seeking all morning long.

I moaned and thrust two fingers deep within. I stroked my inner walls and soon, I felt the familiar stirrings build. I climaxed easily and then leaned against the wall until my legs stopped shaking.

I quickly washed my hands and straightened my clothes, then headed back to my classroom.

Thankfully, the rest of the day was a blur and I was soon at home, preparing for my evening with Keegen. Tom thought I had a weekly book group that met to discuss what we were reading. It went incredibly late because our discussions were quite lengthy, or so he thought. It gave me the time I needed to achieve multiple orgasms with Keegen before I came back home.

I put on a sexy lingerie set that was new and Keegen hadn’t seen it before. I smirked at the conceivable reaction I would evoke from him when he saw it. His cock was huge, no joke. It had scared me when I had seen it the first time. No way would it fit inside of me. Little did I know that it definitely fit, oh yeah; not only did it fit, but it hit all the right places, causing insurmountable pleasure.

It made my husband’s cock that much more useless. I couldn’t even feel it when he fucked me anymore.

I locked my house up, since Tom usually worked late on Thursdays, and drove to Keegen’s. His front porch light was lit, as it always was every Thursday and Monday nights.

I knocked on his door, and when it opened, my breath was taken from my body. He was standing in front of me in my favorite outfit… his birthday suit. He was toned and bronze from head to foot. To say he looked like he worked out was an understatement. His body was perfectly sculpted and I would touch every inch of him. I completely gawked at him, there was no covering it up. He stood way above me—I was short so that’s not saying much—but he was over six feet tall so I looked like a shrimp. I loved the way he made me feel tiny, like I was a little girl. It made me feel like I was doing something brazen. Prejudicial? Fuck no! I loved it.

Keegen bent down and scooped me up into his arms effortlessly. He kissed me as he shut the front door with his foot and carried me to his bedroom.

I was so glad he wasn’t going to make me wait. My body couldn’t take it after being completely teased with thoughts of him all day long. I was revved up and ready to go.

I broke the kiss. “I need you to fuck me hard,” I gasped out.

He threw me on the bed and tied my hands to the headboard before I could recognize what was happening. I would have gladly allowed it anyway.

“You’ll do what I want you to, when I want you to do it. Understand, dirty girl?”

I nodded happily.

“Can you at least pretend to look terrified at what I’m about to do to you?” He sighed.

“Okay.” I looked up glumly and tried my best to look terrified.

He grinned. We loved to play!

Once he had tied all four of my limbs tightly to his bed, he went and got his flogger. I loved the flogger, but part of me always worried. I would need time for the marks to heal, Tom could never know.

“Wait!” I shrieked. “I can’t have marks—”

He hit me hard, cutting me off!

I shrieked again.

“Don’t you think I know that by now?” he said through gritted teeth.

I looked up to see if he was really pissed and he looked like he was! That made me start to struggle.

He hit me softer and I calmed.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked.

I looked at him blankly.

“Fucking think, Sage!” he spat out.

I had never seen him really pissed. I wracked my brain for what he was talking about and nothing came to mind.

“I’m your husband?”

Ahhhh… That
. I giggled nervously. “Yes, only on Facebook.” Then I felt like I took a knife to the gut. “Who else knows?” I asked him emphatically.

“Who do you think? I’m your friend on Facebook. I have an alias, my name is Degan and I’m one of your fans.” He used air quotes on the word
fans
and it made me giggle.

“Oh.” I closed my eyes and tried to control my nervous giggles.

“You didn’t think I’d find out? All those stupid pictures you’re always taking of me half-naked?”

“They could have been for me!” I reasoned.

“Could have?” he sneered.

“Are. They are for me!” I pleaded.

“I’m going to have to punish you severely for that.”

He looked so pissed it made me immediately nod. I would agree to anything. He had to stay as S. Roby’s husband.

“You’re going to lick my ass!”

I looked at him in horror and then disgust. No way was I going to do that. I shook my head adamantly.

“Oh, yes you are! Or else I will type the following comment that I will post with a picture of you in the pose you’re currently in. ‘I have to admit something to my fans. I am a fraud, phony and fake. Everything you thought of me isn’t. The pictures I have been posting of my husband’—”

“Okay,” I shouted, cutting him off. I didn’t want to hear anymore.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you, little girl.”

“I’ll do it,” I said timidly.

He quickly untied me and then got up on the bed, spread eagle.

I looked at his backside in disgust. Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t at all bad-looking. In fact, his ass should be illegal it’s that good. It was the hole I was worried about, the illicit hole that I had to lick and stick my tongue in. I bent down and spread his cheeks—

And then I was flipped over onto my back in one fail swoop.

He hooped and hollered in laughter. “You were really going to do it!”

I looked up at him in shock. “I don’t have to?”

“Hell, no! I’m not gay. I don’t want anything going in my ass. That is an exit only zone, thank you very much.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. “Oh, thank God!”

He kissed me and opened my legs. As he slid down my body, I froze in anticipation. I needed his dick inside of me now.

“Please,” I gasped.

“Do you want this, little girl?” he asked me with a wicked gleam in his eye while holding his fat cock.

I nodded. “Yes,” I gasped.

He thrust into me so rapidly I thought I might die. Die in a long, tremendous spiral downward in total, explicit pleasure. As he started to fuck me, my pussy pulsated so hard I thought I would convulse. The orgasm built up so quickly that I didn’t even have time to prepare for it or try to hold it off to elongate the pleasure-induced bliss. It just wrapped around my body and I swear I floated to the ceiling, like an angel.

He brought his finger down and started to play with my nub and I instantly felt the stirrings of another orgasm begin. I looked at him wide-eyed and he smirked at me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He reached around and stuck his biggest finger in my ass, which made me cry out.

“That’s for almost licking my ass, little girl,” he drawled out as I came again and screamed.

***

I opened the front door and tiptoed into the house. I didn’t want to wake Tom. It was after midnight and I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want anything to ruin my sexual haze. I had been so thoroughly satisfied, I felt completely sated. I had already showered at Keegen’s, so I just wanted to slip into bed and fall into a nice dreamless sleep.

I got undressed and slipped beneath the covers, letting out a sigh as my skin hit the sheets. I closed my eyes and—

“You’re home,” I heard Thomas whisper softly.

I groaned inwardly.

“Yes, sorry I woke you. The cackling women were in full force tonight,” I joked and hoped he would go back to sleep quickly. “I had so much fun I lost track of the time.”