Where it happened: Guest room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
Hi, I’m Christy (red hair, blue eyes, 5’9″, and 120lbs for those of you who have to have the stats.)and I am house sitting for the man who took my virginity right now! I went to his computer and this is on his “favorites” list. There are some neat stories in here and I thought I would add mine to the list. By the way, reading what people’s favorites are on their computers is a good way to get to know them.
His name is Ken and his wife is Lisa and they were married when this all happened. So here goes…
My folks broke up in February of 1995 which left me without a place to stay for a while because I have no living grandparents and my aunt & uncle were getting divorced at the same time my folks broke up. Ken (30 at the time) and Lisa (also 30 at the time)are these friends of ours from church and they offered to let me stay with them for a while until things got worked out – that way I could keep going to the same high school. I thought this might be for a few weeks and it turned out to be almost two years.
I moved in with Ken and Lisa in February and things were just great! Lisa was like the mom I really never had, she IRONED my clothes for me, had breakfast ready for me before school, and pretty much took over as my mom. I even had an allowance of $40 each week so I didn’t have to go work after school. Ken was my tutor and helped me with all of my classes and my grades my second semester were way better, I went from a 2.8 to a 3.6.
Our church has a mission in Moscow, Russia where we run a hospital and a school for orphans (Please support these kind of things if your church does this!!!) and Lisa had planned for over a year to go there for almost all of July 1995. She finally left on July 2nd and Ken drove me home from the airport at San Francisco and we had a very nice time. I remember him saying the next month would be like summer camp.
With Lisa gone and me on summer vacation I became the woman-of-the-house and took over all the chores and I made sure dinner was ready when Ken came home from work every night. I really tried my best to do as much as Lisa did and then I also tried to do more. I would make the bed every morning after Ken left, I’d have his slippers by the door when he got home, and I’d also get him his evening brandy every Friday night.
The month was a story book for me because I got to play house all month long and it made me feel like such a responsible, mature woman. Ken was really happy and he made me feel like a Princess when he brought home little surprises for me and then he brought me flowers and he said they were for his, “little wifey!” He gave me a big hug every night when he got home and then he started kissing me on the cheek when I went to bed. I really started fantasizing that I was his wife.
July 28th we went to the airport to pick up Lisa and she wasn’t there! It took a few hours at the airport to get it all figured out and it turned out the church group got busted for “smuggling” their OWN luggage out of Russia!!! Their passports and airline tickets were confiscated and they had to stay in Russia until it was all figured out.
In a couple days we heard that they would not have a Russian court hearing until the middle of September so the whole group had to stay at the mission until then.
I love Lisa, but I was secretly happy because I wanted to keep being the wife in the house.
I didn’t know that a man who is used to having his wife around to satisfy his needs can get a little irrational after just a week or so – and this had been over a month.
Well, Friday soon came after we found out about Lisa being stuck in Russia and Ken had his usual brandy…and then he had another. I was watching TV with him and he says to me to go get another glass of brandy. I thought he meant a refill and I started to reach for his glass and he says, “no get another glass.” He said it sort of forcefully so I just did what he asked and I brought it back.
“Have you ever tasted brandy?” he says and I told him no, that I had had beer and wine but never brandy. “This glass is for you, then, drink up!” He handed me the glass and I sipped it and it was really strong compared to the other things I’d had. Pretty quick, though, I had finished it and he got up and took both glasses out to the kitchen. When he came back he hands me my glass, which is full again, and says, “It’s not fair that I should have two drinks and you just one, here you go.”
I had a pretty good buzz on and I just lifted the glass, drank it all, gagged!!!, and then smiled at Ken and went,
“Whooooo!” I got into being all drunk and I was a bit drunk anyway. We got into a little horseplay and played tag in the house and then played hide-and-go-seek. While we were playing tag Ken managed to touch me in places where he never would have touched me at other times. I got a thrill out of feeling him touch my butt and my breasts so I didn’t complain.
Hide and seek finally found me hiding in the master bedroom and when Ken found me he grabbed me and kissed me. I fought him at first but then he wrapped his arms around me and I just melted in his arms. I remember smelling his breath with the brandy on it, feeling his heat from his body, and the sensation of being out of my body as he was kissing me. This was my first kiss and Ken knew how to kiss!
I didn’t resist when he took my blouse off, but I did get embarrassed and he walked over to the other side of the room and shut the lights off and then pulled the curtains open. The streetlights from the other block gave me enough light to see him take off his shirt and then I saw his pants drop to the floor. I was standing there in my bra and my shorts, barefoot, when he came back to me and kissed me again.
This time I dared to touch his back and felt the little hairs all over him as he was kissing me. He took a finger to my mouth and opened it as he kissed again and another new sensation took hold as his toungue touched mine. It was SO erotic!
Skillfully, he undid my bra and pulled it from my shoulders and then he held me back for a moment to look at my breasts. I could have died and gone to heaven when he kissed my nipple and then started to tease it with his teeth!
It was right about then that I realized what was going to happen and I asked him, “Are you going to make love to me?” He stopped and looked me in the eye as he said, “Yes, I am.” And then he went right back to sucking and chewing on my nipples. Somewhere in all of this I felt his hand go up my shorts and he wasted no time getting a finger into my body. (It was electrifying to have SOMEONE ELSES finger in me!)
He knelt down and took my shorts and panties over my hips and down to the floor in one smooth motion. I didn’t care that I was naked. For the first time with a man. With another woman’s husband. I didn’t care.
When he stood up he took off his own shorts and then pulled me close to him and kissed me so deeply as he turned me around and laid me back on the bed. We made out for an eternity, it seemed. His hands explored my body and my hands explored his. I got a bit of a jolt as his experienced fingers sought out and found my clit and Ken soon had me swirling as I felt an orgasm building. I gave a little shriek as I let go and I held on to him as his fingers kept drawing more pleasure out of me. My body lay spent on the bed as he went back to kissing me on my neck and everywhere else.
When he sat up for a moment I almost thought that he must have been done, but he gently spread my legs and leaned over to kiss my other lips. I didn’t get me going for an orgasm, but it was still wonderful. When he finally stopped kissing me there he swung over and lowered himself on me and said, “Don’t worry, this will be fine.”
I knew this was it. This was the moment. I thought my last thoughts as a virgin as he got the head of his shaft into me. It didn’t hurt one bit as he slowly entered my body. He would get a little way into me and then he would stop and kiss me some more, pushing a little deeper each time he pulled back a bit. It did get a bit uncomfortable when he got all the way into me and his shaft was touching my cervix – it felt just the same as when I put tampons in too far.
He was so very slow about what he was doing to me. I started to thrust myself at him to speed things up a bit and we got into a rhythm where we both pulled back and then thrust at each other. Maybe it lasted an hour. Maybe it was only a few minutes. It was definitely amazing.
He finally started to hold me very tight as he took long, deep strokes into me. Each time he went deep into me I gave a little shriek from the pain – he later told me he thought I was having an orgasm – and he started sweating and breathing hard. He was moaning as he drove it as deep as he could. I almost screamed from the pain, it felt like he was splitting me right up through my belly. Then he gave one final thrust and I felt him fill me with my first jets of sperm. It was amazing to feel another person, inside of me, throbbing from the pleasure I had just given to him.
We just lay there for a while until he rolled off of me and we both fell asleep. I woke up first the next morning and was embarrassed by what I had allowed to happen and, yet, I was still fascinated. I drew back the sheet and just stared at Ken’s body as he lay on his back. I hadn’t touched his shaft the previous night so I figured that now was the time. Need less to say, he woke up and I was soon having sex for the second time, although there was very little foreplay the second time.
I didn’t sleep in my own bed again until Lisa got home.
Do I hate Ken for what he did? Nope, not at all. Sure, he should have known better, but I also could have said no. Does Lisa know what happened? Are you nuts?
What about the unprotected sex? We have never used a condom and I am not on the pill. Since Lisa is not on the pill I am guessing that Ken shoots blanks or one of us would be pregnant by now.
Why am I here now? Ken and Lisa have been paying to put me through UC Davis and I am living here while I am on summer break.
Are Ken and I still having sex?
Ken is still my first and only. We still get together once in a while, usually when he visits me at the dorm. I know it isn’t fair to Lisa and that this can’t last forever, but it is great after five years now so I can’t complain. And that’s my story.
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