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You smiled at me in the grocery, walking past each other as we pushed our shopping carts in opposite directions. At first, I just figured you were being polite but as I turned the corner, I actually thought you looked kind of familiar.

When I turned down the cereal aisle, you were standing right there and a sudden flash hit me. "Will?" I asked, certain but also not sure it was actually you. Outside of social media, I hadn't seen you in twenty years, since high school graduation.

"Hey, Stephanie. How are you?"

We spent the next few minutes talking then went our separate ways.

Besides liking your posts on Facebook, I hadn't thought about you since school. But, lying in my bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about our short conversation. You have amazing blue eyes, an easy smile, and made me laugh without really trying. I went to your Facebook profile and scrolled it for a minute, seeing your four young kids, beautiful wife, and seemingly good life.

I knew I probably shouldn't do it. That I shouldn't even try to see what would happen. But, I still sent you a message, just saying it was good to see you.

You responded early the next morning. Extremely early. I messaged back when I woke up. And we never really stopped talking. We did have twenty years to catch up on.

You told me about meeting your wife, getting married, and having your kids. About your job and why you were awake so early. And the way you told stories, even through messages, made me smile and laugh.

I told you about my life. How I married my high school sweetheart. And how he cheated on me. And I cheated on him. Multiple times for both of us, even as we had three kids of our own. I told you how I finally stopped when he had a child with another woman. Me and him were still married, even after not living together for a decade, we just didn't get divorced.

You asked about my job. I work from home, so I can be around for my kids. Yes, I made enough to pay for my own house. You asked so many questions about my life. It was great. I was actually starting to feel wanted, even if that wasn't your intention.

The first picture sent was you at your job, working in a warehouse as a foreman. I immediately texted one back, me at my desk with a headset on. You asked if you could confess something and when I said yes you made me blush when you told me that you had a big crush on me in high school and still thought I was pretty.

From then on, our texting changed. Yes, we had switched from messaging on Facebook to actual texting. It started with light teasing. Some sexual innuendos slowly crept in. You asked more about my cheating.

I sent you a picture one day, wondering how you would respond to it. Up to this point, I had stayed covered whenever I sent you a photo. Sweatshirts or loose fitting T-shirts. After having three kids and it being twenty years later, I was no longer the skinny cheerleader you knew in high school.

But, today, as I sat at my desk in my home office, I had only put on a purple spaghetti-strap tank top, one that showed off my now more-than-ample cleavage. I angled the phone above my head, swept my reddish-brown hair to one side, and snapped the photo, then sent it to you.

"Wow," was your response a few minutes later, followed by you asking if you had told me how beautiful I was lately. I blushed as I thanked you.

And then came the text that would change everything.

"Man, the things I would do to you."

I hesitated for a second. I had cheated with a married man before. As far as I knew, his wife never found out. Was I ready to do it again? Or was this just harmless texting?

I asked you to tell me the things you would do to me.

I wasn't quite expecting the next few messages from you. I had had guys sext me before, but not like this. It was so descriptive. So vivid. I found myself getting turned on. I didn't tell you then, just encouraged you to keep going, but I was touching myself under my desk. And, as soon as I could, I ran to my bedroom and got myself off using a toy I kept in my nightstand.

You continued the sexting, with my permission, for the next few days. I kept getting myself off to it. Finally, one day, I asked if you had any interest in making one of your messages a reality.

"I would love to, as long as we kept it strictly at that. I don't want any more."

For some reason, knowing that you just wanted me for my body, was such a turn on.

We started talking about how we could make it happen. You got off at noon, then had your kids come home around 3:30, but were busy or had something else going on most days of the week.

Except for Thursdays. You had nothing going on on Thursdays. I worked from home, all my kids were in school, and they went with their dad on Thursdays anyway. It was almost too perfect.

You came over after work on that next Thursday, and I took my lunch as you walked in. Our first time happened fast. We hugged, sat down, started to kiss, then stripped off our clothes. You fingered me as you sucked on my tits, then slid your cock into me right there on my couch. I had already told you that I had had my tubes tied and you finished inside me. We talked for a few minutes after we finished, got dressed, then hugged before you left.

We never really talked about making it a weekly thing. You kept sexting me. I started sending you more and more revealing photos, eventually going full topless and nude. You were back over that next Thursday, but this time I gave you a blowjob and rode you.

We got into a routine of it. Most days, we just had a regular conversation throughout the day, talking about our lives. Usually by Tuesday, we ramped up the sexting and the photos. By Thursday, we were both ready for it. I loved how you always wanted to change things up. It wasn't the same every week.

We tried different positions. I loved feeling your cock in me during doggy, how deep and hard you could get. You loved fucking my tits and finishing on them. I loved how I made you feel when I blew you and when you finished in my mouth. You loved watching me ride you. One day, we just made out, our hands exploring. You fingered me to an orgasm and I got you off just using my hand. It was simple, and so good.

After the first few weeks, I asked about your wife. If you were happy with her. If you were worried about her finding out. I knew I wasn't worried. It would suck and I would feel bad if you got caught, but I would move on pretty easily.

I wasn't sure what that said about me. I never told you that part. I just said I enjoyed the sex with you, that I hoped it wouldn't have to end suddenly.

You reassured me that if you thought things were getting too dangerous, you would end it. Until then, you just wanted to enjoy our little fling.

You've been gone for the last two weeks. You left with your wife and kids for a vacation on a Thursday and came home the following Thursday. We couldn't text at all, not wanting to risk it. I did post a selfie on Facebook while you were gone, and when you liked it, I felt myself smiling.

The day after you came home, I did something I'd never done before. I took a video of me playing with myself, moaning your name as I climaxed, and sent it to you. You responded with one of the longest and most detailed sexts, describing all the things you wanted to do to me, and I wanted it all.

We didn't text the next two days, as you spent the weekend with your family. But on Monday, I sent another video of me playing with myself. On Tuesday, I sent a video of me flashing my tits and squeezing them. On Wednesday, I sent a video of me fingering myself under my desk after reading your sexts. It was a long video, starting with that, and ending with me in my bed, completely nude, getting myself off with my toy. You loved it and said you couldn't wait to see me the next day.

I spent the next morning teasing you relentlessly. A picture of myself just after getting out of the shower. My breasts in a white, lacy bra. I had you pick out my underwear. I told you I couldn't wait to suck your dick. I wore something loose and easy to take off. The same spaghetti-string tank top as the day I first sent you the cleavage picture. Loose fitting shorts that you could take off or slip right off. Or even just pull them to the side. I made sure my pussy was cleanly shaved, just the way you liked it.

A half hour before you got off work, I sent you a picture of my tits.

When you told me you were going to clock out, I felt myself getting wet in anticipation.

When you told me you were on your way, I took off my headset for work, clocked out, and went to meet you at the door, knowing it only took you a few minutes to get to my house.

I heard your car pull into the driveway, the door shut as you got out. You had gotten comfortable enough with coming over that you just let yourself in. I stood up from the couch and we met in the middle of the living room. My arms wrapped around your neck and your hands went right to my hips as we started to kiss.

I knocked off the ball cap you had on your head, letting it fall to the ground, and touched my hand to your cheek, covered by your beard. You reached around and grabbed my ass. The kiss was briefly paused as I pulled your shirt off and our tongues slipped out of our mouths to swirl around with the other as you raised your hand up to cup and squeeze my breasts.

The kiss ended when you started to pull up on my tank, going over my head. I had my long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and shook it out as you got my tank off. You reached behind my back to unclasp my bra as I started to undo your pants. I felt the bra loosen and my breasts fall a little as I got your zipper pulled down.

Before I let the bra slip down my arms, I knelt on the floor in front of you. I looked up, staring into your eyes as I pulled your jeans and boxers down, letting them fall to the floor along with my bra.

I wasn't surprised to see that your cock was already hard. You usually were. I wrapped my hand around it, licked the shaft up and down, then swirled my tongue around your tip as I moved my hand. I loved how thick your cock was. It wasn't the longest, but I could fit it all in my mouth, and it was enough for me. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around your tip, then started to bob my head up and down.

"Fuck, I missed your mouth, Stephanie," you moaned as I blew you, burying my nose into your groin every time. I kept my hand on it too, moving up and down. "And your tits."

You reached down with your hand and grabbed my breasts, giving each of them a squeeze and my nipples a pinch. I moaned around your shaft as you twisted my nipples. I had only ever let two guys cum on my tits. My husband and you.

As I continued to blow you, you moved your hand up from my breasts, to the top of my head, and wrapped your fingers around my ponytail. When you looked down at me, I nodded my head, and stopped moving, just as you started to use your grip on my ponytail to move my head.

I gagged around your cock a bit as you started to thrust your hips, roughly shoving your cock down my throat. I could feel my panties getting soaked as you fucked my face. You had fucked my face the last time we were together, right before you finished on my face. I was so turned on afterwards, I actually rubbed my clit until I came as you watched.

When you were done face fucking me, you slowly pulled your cock out of my mouth and licked the precum and spit off my lips. You helped me to stand up from the floor and asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom or to the couch.

"Bedroom," was my simple reply, even though I was dripping through my panties.

I turned to walk to my bedroom and was just a few steps into the hallway when I felt your hands on me. You cupped my breasts and pulled me towards you, squeezing them as you leaned down to kiss my neck.

I moaned as I felt your cock pressing into my ass. I tried to take a step forward, wanting to get to the bed, but I stumbled a little, and my shoulder went against the wall. You used your body weight to push me flat against the wall as your hand went down to my ass.

You grabbed it again before spreading my legs apart, and pulling my shorts and panties to the side. Your fingers briefly touched my pussy, just enough to know that I was ready for you.

I braced myself against the wall as I felt your cock enter me. It wasn't the most comfortable, still standing and with my shorts on, but that didn't stop me from moaning. You held onto my hips as you slowly moved your cock in and out of me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.

You fucked me up against the wall for a few minutes before pulling out and grabbing my hand to go to the bedroom. That wasn't the first time we had stopped on the way to the bedroom. Sometimes it was for a quick blowjob. Or just to make out. Other times to fuck up against the wall, like we just did.

When we got into my bed, you sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled me close, and kissed my stomach. I ran my fingers through your hair as you hooked your fingers into my shorts and gently pulled them and my panties down my legs.

After I kicked my clothes off, I climbed onto the bed and your lap, being aided by your hands on my hips. As my wet pussy came into contact with your hard member, I immediately started to roll my hips, sliding my pussy lips up and down your shaft.

You kept your hands on my hips as you leaned down and started to lick my nipples, moving your head side-to-side between the two of them. "Will," I softly moaned, as you wrapped your lips around my nipple and sucked it into your mouth.

I could feel the tip of your cock pressing against my entrance, and lifted myself up just enough to reach between us, and slide you into me. I continued to roll my hips, now sliding your cock in and out of me, as you continued to suck and lick my nipples.

"I missed having your dick inside me the last two weeks," I told you as I closed my eyes.

"Did you think about you riding me? Or me pounding into you?"

"I came to thinking of you pounding me."

A few moments later, you lifted me up, and we quickly flipped around, so I was sitting on the bed, and you were standing. I loved how you always took control at this point. I never knew if you were going to go missionary, doggy, keep me on top, or something especially erotic.

I did know that I wanted your dick back inside me.

You opted for my mouth, grabbing my pony tail again and sliding your tip across my lips until I opened them. I made sure my tongue was active as you slowly pushed your cock inside my mouth, making me taste myself on it, something I knew turned you on and drove you crazy.

When you were satisfied, you let go of my hair and pulled your cock out of my mouth. I looked up at you, wondering what was next, aching for whatever it was.

You started to climb on top of me, pushing me flat onto the bed. Our lips met again to kiss as we worked our way up the bed until we reached the pillows. We continued to kiss as you lay between my legs, and I moaned into your mouth when your cock slipped right back into my pussy.

"Fuck, I love that feeling," I whispered as we ended the kiss with you starting to move your body to fuck me.

"Yeah? My cock fucking you?"

"When I'm so turned on, that it just slips right in."

Our talking turned to moans as you pushed yourself above me and just went as hard and fast as possible. I could feel my breasts moving with every deep push of your cock and I knew that your eyes were glued to them. I could feel and hear my bed shaking and pushing against the wall as you slammed into me hard.

But, most importantly, I could feel your cock. How it stretched out my insides. How you pulled it right to the tip, then pushed in deep and hard. How it made my pussy pulse around it. I kept my arms and legs spread wide, wanting you to have full access to me.

As you fucked me, I completely forgot about everything else. What was work? Where were the kids? Didn't I have a bill due today? None of it mattered. I just wanted your cock. Your meat. Your manhood.

And eventually, your cum.

I reached one hand down between and started to rub my clit. You saw and asked if I was close. I told you I was and you said you were too.

"Let's cum together," I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I started to push up with my hips.

You didn't slow down. You never did. You kept fucking me just as hard and fast as possible. Our bodies were rocking together, the sheets were flying on the bed, and we lost a pillow.

"I'm cumming," you managed to get out through a grunt and groan.

"Me too."

We reached our climaxes together, you pushing deep inside me as the tip of your cock exploded with cum. I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you in tight, so I didn't accidentally push you out. It had happened before. We made a mess on the bed.

Not this time. My orgasm pushed hard, making my body go completely flat, but you stayed inside me, filling me with your cum. I moaned loudly, your name included, as my eyes rolled back into my head.

You kept moving, slower now, just enough to use my pussy to pump out your cock. Just before you finished, you pulled out to just your tip, then pushed forward, hard, fast, and deep. I moaned as you did so, and arched my back, very nearly having another orgasm.

We kissed again as you pulled out of me and laid down on the bed, both of us breathing deeply. "I think I might have to take a shower before I go back to work."

You laughed at my comment, probably thinking of the numerous times I simply pulled my panties back on, or just shifted them to the side, and went right back to work.

That was usually on days when you had to leave right away, an errand to run or a chore to do at home. Not today. Today, you had already told me you were staying for a couple of hours. I rolled over, laying my head on your shoulder and pressing my naked body against yours. I inhaled and exhaled, satisfied with how I felt.

You wrapped your arm around me, softly rubbing my back, your fingers brushing up to my ass.

As you leaned over and kissed the top of my forehead, I couldn't help but think, "Why didn't I give you a chance twenty years ago?"

You smiled at me in the grocery, walking past each other as we pushed our shopping carts in opposite directions. At first, I just figured you were being polite but as I turned the corner, I actually thought you looked kind of familiar.

When I turned down the cereal aisle, you were standing right there and a sudden flash hit me. "Will?" I asked, certain but also not sure it was actually you. Outside of social media, I hadn't seen you in twenty years, since high school graduation.

"Hey, Stephanie. How are you?"

We spent the next few minutes talking then went our separate ways.

Besides liking your posts on Facebook, I hadn't thought about you since school. But, lying in my bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about our short conversation. You have amazing blue eyes, an easy smile, and made me laugh without really trying. I went to your Facebook profile and scrolled it for a minute, seeing your four young kids, beautiful wife, and seemingly good life.

I knew I probably shouldn't do it. That I shouldn't even try to see what would happen. But, I still sent you a message, just saying it was good to see you.

You responded early the next morning. Extremely early. I messaged back when I woke up. And we never really stopped talking. We did have twenty years to catch up on.

You told me about meeting your wife, getting married, and having your kids. About your job and why you were awake so early. And the way you told stories, even through messages, made me smile and laugh.

I told you about my life. How I married my high school sweetheart. And how he cheated on me. And I cheated on him. Multiple times for both of us, even as we had three kids of our own. I told you how I finally stopped when he had a child with another woman. Me and him were still married, even after not living together for a decade, we just didn't get divorced.

You asked about my job. I work from home, so I can be around for my kids. Yes, I made enough to pay for my own house. You asked so many questions about my life. It was great. I was actually starting to feel wanted, even if that wasn't your intention.

The first picture sent was you at your job, working in a warehouse as a foreman. I immediately texted one back, me at my desk with a headset on. You asked if you could confess something and when I said yes you made me blush when you told me that you had a big crush on me in high school and still thought I was pretty.

From then on, our texting changed. Yes, we had switched from messaging on Facebook to actual texting. It started with light teasing. Some sexual innuendos slowly crept in. You asked more about my cheating.

I sent you a picture one day, wondering how you would respond to it. Up to this point, I had stayed covered whenever I sent you a photo. Sweatshirts or loose fitting T-shirts. After having three kids and it being twenty years later, I was no longer the skinny cheerleader you knew in high school.

But, today, as I sat at my desk in my home office, I had only put on a purple spaghetti-strap tank top, one that showed off my now more-than-ample cleavage. I angled the phone above my head, swept my reddish-brown hair to one side, and snapped the photo, then sent it to you.

"Wow," was your response a few minutes later, followed by you asking if you had told me how beautiful I was lately. I blushed as I thanked you.

And then came the text that would change everything.

"Man, the things I would do to you."

I hesitated for a second. I had cheated with a married man before. As far as I knew, his wife never found out. Was I ready to do it again? Or was this just harmless texting?

I asked you to tell me the things you would do to me.

I wasn't quite expecting the next few messages from you. I had had guys sext me before, but not like this. It was so descriptive. So vivid. I found myself getting turned on. I didn't tell you then, just encouraged you to keep going, but I was touching myself under my desk. And, as soon as I could, I ran to my bedroom and got myself off using a toy I kept in my nightstand.

You continued the sexting, with my permission, for the next few days. I kept getting myself off to it. Finally, one day, I asked if you had any interest in making one of your messages a reality.

"I would love to, as long as we kept it strictly at that. I don't want any more."

For some reason, knowing that you just wanted me for my body, was such a turn on.

We started talking about how we could make it happen. You got off at noon, then had your kids come home around 3:30, but were busy or had something else going on most days of the week.

Except for Thursdays. You had nothing going on on Thursdays. I worked from home, all my kids were in school, and they went with their dad on Thursdays anyway. It was almost too perfect.

You came over after work on that next Thursday, and I took my lunch as you walked in. Our first time happened fast. We hugged, sat down, started to kiss, then stripped off our clothes. You fingered me as you sucked on my tits, then slid your cock into me right there on my couch. I had already told you that I had had my tubes tied and you finished inside me. We talked for a few minutes after we finished, got dressed, then hugged before you left.

We never really talked about making it a weekly thing. You kept sexting me. I started sending you more and more revealing photos, eventually going full topless and nude. You were back over that next Thursday, but this time I gave you a blowjob and rode you.

We got into a routine of it. Most days, we just had a regular conversation throughout the day, talking about our lives. Usually by Tuesday, we ramped up the sexting and the photos. By Thursday, we were both ready for it. I loved how you always wanted to change things up. It wasn't the same every week.

We tried different positions. I loved feeling your cock in me during doggy, how deep and hard you could get. You loved fucking my tits and finishing on them. I loved how I made you feel when I blew you and when you finished in my mouth. You loved watching me ride you. One day, we just made out, our hands exploring. You fingered me to an orgasm and I got you off just using my hand. It was simple, and so good.

After the first few weeks, I asked about your wife. If you were happy with her. If you were worried about her finding out. I knew I wasn't worried. It would suck and I would feel bad if you got caught, but I would move on pretty easily.

I wasn't sure what that said about me. I never told you that part. I just said I enjoyed the sex with you, that I hoped it wouldn't have to end suddenly.

You reassured me that if you thought things were getting too dangerous, you would end it. Until then, you just wanted to enjoy our little fling.

You've been gone for the last two weeks. You left with your wife and kids for a vacation on a Thursday and came home the following Thursday. We couldn't text at all, not wanting to risk it. I did post a selfie on Facebook while you were gone, and when you liked it, I felt myself smiling.

The day after you came home, I did something I'd never done before. I took a video of me playing with myself, moaning your name as I climaxed, and sent it to you. You responded with one of the longest and most detailed sexts, describing all the things you wanted to do to me, and I wanted it all.

We didn't text the next two days, as you spent the weekend with your family. But on Monday, I sent another video of me playing with myself. On Tuesday, I sent a video of me flashing my tits and squeezing them. On Wednesday, I sent a video of me fingering myself under my desk after reading your sexts. It was a long video, starting with that, and ending with me in my bed, completely nude, getting myself off with my toy. You loved it and said you couldn't wait to see me the next day.

I spent the next morning teasing you relentlessly. A picture of myself just after getting out of the shower. My breasts in a white, lacy bra. I had you pick out my underwear. I told you I couldn't wait to suck your dick. I wore something loose and easy to take off. The same spaghetti-string tank top as the day I first sent you the cleavage picture. Loose fitting shorts that you could take off or slip right off. Or even just pull them to the side. I made sure my pussy was cleanly shaved, just the way you liked it.

A half hour before you got off work, I sent you a picture of my tits.

When you told me you were going to clock out, I felt myself getting wet in anticipation.

When you told me you were on your way, I took off my headset for work, clocked out, and went to meet you at the door, knowing it only took you a few minutes to get to my house.

I heard your car pull into the driveway, the door shut as you got out. You had gotten comfortable enough with coming over that you just let yourself in. I stood up from the couch and we met in the middle of the living room. My arms wrapped around your neck and your hands went right to my hips as we started to kiss.

I knocked off the ball cap you had on your head, letting it fall to the ground, and touched my hand to your cheek, covered by your beard. You reached around and grabbed my ass. The kiss was briefly paused as I pulled your shirt off and our tongues slipped out of our mouths to swirl around with the other as you raised your hand up to cup and squeeze my breasts.

The kiss ended when you started to pull up on my tank, going over my head. I had my long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and shook it out as you got my tank off. You reached behind my back to unclasp my bra as I started to undo your pants. I felt the bra loosen and my breasts fall a little as I got your zipper pulled down.

Before I let the bra slip down my arms, I knelt on the floor in front of you. I looked up, staring into your eyes as I pulled your jeans and boxers down, letting them fall to the floor along with my bra.

I wasn't surprised to see that your cock was already hard. You usually were. I wrapped my hand around it, licked the shaft up and down, then swirled my tongue around your tip as I moved my hand. I loved how thick your cock was. It wasn't the longest, but I could fit it all in my mouth, and it was enough for me. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around your tip, then started to bob my head up and down.

"Fuck, I missed your mouth, Stephanie," you moaned as I blew you, burying my nose into your groin every time. I kept my hand on it too, moving up and down. "And your tits."

You reached down with your hand and grabbed my breasts, giving each of them a squeeze and my nipples a pinch. I moaned around your shaft as you twisted my nipples. I had only ever let two guys cum on my tits. My husband and you.

As I continued to blow you, you moved your hand up from my breasts, to the top of my head, and wrapped your fingers around my ponytail. When you looked down at me, I nodded my head, and stopped moving, just as you started to use your grip on my ponytail to move my head.

I gagged around your cock a bit as you started to thrust your hips, roughly shoving your cock down my throat. I could feel my panties getting soaked as you fucked my face. You had fucked my face the last time we were together, right before you finished on my face. I was so turned on afterwards, I actually rubbed my clit until I came as you watched.

When you were done face fucking me, you slowly pulled your cock out of my mouth and licked the precum and spit off my lips. You helped me to stand up from the floor and asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom or to the couch.

"Bedroom," was my simple reply, even though I was dripping through my panties.

I turned to walk to my bedroom and was just a few steps into the hallway when I felt your hands on me. You cupped my breasts and pulled me towards you, squeezing them as you leaned down to kiss my neck.

I moaned as I felt your cock pressing into my ass. I tried to take a step forward, wanting to get to the bed, but I stumbled a little, and my shoulder went against the wall. You used your body weight to push me flat against the wall as your hand went down to my ass.

You grabbed it again before spreading my legs apart, and pulling my shorts and panties to the side. Your fingers briefly touched my pussy, just enough to know that I was ready for you.

I braced myself against the wall as I felt your cock enter me. It wasn't the most comfortable, still standing and with my shorts on, but that didn't stop me from moaning. You held onto my hips as you slowly moved your cock in and out of me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.

You fucked me up against the wall for a few minutes before pulling out and grabbing my hand to go to the bedroom. That wasn't the first time we had stopped on the way to the bedroom. Sometimes it was for a quick blowjob. Or just to make out. Other times to fuck up against the wall, like we just did.

When we got into my bed, you sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled me close, and kissed my stomach. I ran my fingers through your hair as you hooked your fingers into my shorts and gently pulled them and my panties down my legs.

After I kicked my clothes off, I climbed onto the bed and your lap, being aided by your hands on my hips. As my wet pussy came into contact with your hard member, I immediately started to roll my hips, sliding my pussy lips up and down your shaft.

You kept your hands on my hips as you leaned down and started to lick my nipples, moving your head side-to-side between the two of them. "Will," I softly moaned, as you wrapped your lips around my nipple and sucked it into your mouth.

I could feel the tip of your cock pressing against my entrance, and lifted myself up just enough to reach between us, and slide you into me. I continued to roll my hips, now sliding your cock in and out of me, as you continued to suck and lick my nipples.

"I missed having your dick inside me the last two weeks," I told you as I closed my eyes.

"Did you think about you riding me? Or me pounding into you?"

"I came to thinking of you pounding me."

A few moments later, you lifted me up, and we quickly flipped around, so I was sitting on the bed, and you were standing. I loved how you always took control at this point. I never knew if you were going to go missionary, doggy, keep me on top, or something especially erotic.

I did know that I wanted your dick back inside me.

You opted for my mouth, grabbing my pony tail again and sliding your tip across my lips until I opened them. I made sure my tongue was active as you slowly pushed your cock inside my mouth, making me taste myself on it, something I knew turned you on and drove you crazy.

When you were satisfied, you let go of my hair and pulled your cock out of my mouth. I looked up at you, wondering what was next, aching for whatever it was.

You started to climb on top of me, pushing me flat onto the bed. Our lips met again to kiss as we worked our way up the bed until we reached the pillows. We continued to kiss as you lay between my legs, and I moaned into your mouth when your cock slipped right back into my pussy.

"Fuck, I love that feeling," I whispered as we ended the kiss with you starting to move your body to fuck me.

"Yeah? My cock fucking you?"

"When I'm so turned on, that it just slips right in."

Our talking turned to moans as you pushed yourself above me and just went as hard and fast as possible. I could feel my breasts moving with every deep push of your cock and I knew that your eyes were glued to them. I could feel and hear my bed shaking and pushing against the wall as you slammed into me hard.

But, most importantly, I could feel your cock. How it stretched out my insides. How you pulled it right to the tip, then pushed in deep and hard. How it made my pussy pulse around it. I kept my arms and legs spread wide, wanting you to have full access to me.

As you fucked me, I completely forgot about everything else. What was work? Where were the kids? Didn't I have a bill due today? None of it mattered. I just wanted your cock. Your meat. Your manhood.

And eventually, your cum.

I reached one hand down between and started to rub my clit. You saw and asked if I was close. I told you I was and you said you were too.

"Let's cum together," I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I started to push up with my hips.

You didn't slow down. You never did. You kept fucking me just as hard and fast as possible. Our bodies were rocking together, the sheets were flying on the bed, and we lost a pillow.

"I'm cumming," you managed to get out through a grunt and groan.

"Me too."

We reached our climaxes together, you pushing deep inside me as the tip of your cock exploded with cum. I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you in tight, so I didn't accidentally push you out. It had happened before. We made a mess on the bed.

Not this time. My orgasm pushed hard, making my body go completely flat, but you stayed inside me, filling me with your cum. I moaned loudly, your name included, as my eyes rolled back into my head.

You kept moving, slower now, just enough to use my pussy to pump out your cock. Just before you finished, you pulled out to just your tip, then pushed forward, hard, fast, and deep. I moaned as you did so, and arched my back, very nearly having another orgasm.

We kissed again as you pulled out of me and laid down on the bed, both of us breathing deeply. "I think I might have to take a shower before I go back to work."

You laughed at my comment, probably thinking of the numerous times I simply pulled my panties back on, or just shifted them to the side, and went right back to work.

That was usually on days when you had to leave right away, an errand to run or a chore to do at home. Not today. Today, you had already told me you were staying for a couple of hours. I rolled over, laying my head on your shoulder and pressing my naked body against yours. I inhaled and exhaled, satisfied with how I felt.

You wrapped your arm around me, softly rubbing my back, your fingers brushing up to my ass.

As you leaned over and kissed the top of my forehead, I couldn't help but think, "Why didn't I give you a chance twenty years ago?"

You smiled at me in the grocery, walking past each other as we pushed our shopping carts in opposite directions. At first, I just figured you were being polite but as I turned the corner, I actually thought you looked kind of familiar.

When I turned down the cereal aisle, you were standing right there and a sudden flash hit me. "Will?" I asked, certain but also not sure it was actually you. Outside of social media, I hadn't seen you in twenty years, since high school graduation.

"Hey, Stephanie. How are you?"

We spent the next few minutes talking then went our separate ways.

Besides liking your posts on Facebook, I hadn't thought about you since school. But, lying in my bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about our short conversation. You have amazing blue eyes, an easy smile, and made me laugh without really trying. I went to your Facebook profile and scrolled it for a minute, seeing your four young kids, beautiful wife, and seemingly good life.

I knew I probably shouldn't do it. That I shouldn't even try to see what would happen. But, I still sent you a message, just saying it was good to see you.

You responded early the next morning. Extremely early. I messaged back when I woke up. And we never really stopped talking. We did have twenty years to catch up on.

You told me about meeting your wife, getting married, and having your kids. About your job and why you were awake so early. And the way you told stories, even through messages, made me smile and laugh.

I told you about my life. How I married my high school sweetheart. And how he cheated on me. And I cheated on him. Multiple times for both of us, even as we had three kids of our own. I told you how I finally stopped when he had a child with another woman. Me and him were still married, even after not living together for a decade, we just didn't get divorced.

You asked about my job. I work from home, so I can be around for my kids. Yes, I made enough to pay for my own house. You asked so many questions about my life. It was great. I was actually starting to feel wanted, even if that wasn't your intention.

The first picture sent was you at your job, working in a warehouse as a foreman. I immediately texted one back, me at my desk with a headset on. You asked if you could confess something and when I said yes you made me blush when you told me that you had a big crush on me in high school and still thought I was pretty.

From then on, our texting changed. Yes, we had switched from messaging on Facebook to actual texting. It started with light teasing. Some sexual innuendos slowly crept in. You asked more about my cheating.

I sent you a picture one day, wondering how you would respond to it. Up to this point, I had stayed covered whenever I sent you a photo. Sweatshirts or loose fitting T-shirts. After having three kids and it being twenty years later, I was no longer the skinny cheerleader you knew in high school.

But, today, as I sat at my desk in my home office, I had only put on a purple spaghetti-strap tank top, one that showed off my now more-than-ample cleavage. I angled the phone above my head, swept my reddish-brown hair to one side, and snapped the photo, then sent it to you.

"Wow," was your response a few minutes later, followed by you asking if you had told me how beautiful I was lately. I blushed as I thanked you.

And then came the text that would change everything.

"Man, the things I would do to you."

I hesitated for a second. I had cheated with a married man before. As far as I knew, his wife never found out. Was I ready to do it again? Or was this just harmless texting?

I asked you to tell me the things you would do to me.

I wasn't quite expecting the next few messages from you. I had had guys sext me before, but not like this. It was so descriptive. So vivid. I found myself getting turned on. I didn't tell you then, just encouraged you to keep going, but I was touching myself under my desk. And, as soon as I could, I ran to my bedroom and got myself off using a toy I kept in my nightstand.

You continued the sexting, with my permission, for the next few days. I kept getting myself off to it. Finally, one day, I asked if you had any interest in making one of your messages a reality.

"I would love to, as long as we kept it strictly at that. I don't want any more."

For some reason, knowing that you just wanted me for my body, was such a turn on.

We started talking about how we could make it happen. You got off at noon, then had your kids come home around 3:30, but were busy or had something else going on most days of the week.

Except for Thursdays. You had nothing going on on Thursdays. I worked from home, all my kids were in school, and they went with their dad on Thursdays anyway. It was almost too perfect.

You came over after work on that next Thursday, and I took my lunch as you walked in. Our first time happened fast. We hugged, sat down, started to kiss, then stripped off our clothes. You fingered me as you sucked on my tits, then slid your cock into me right there on my couch. I had already told you that I had had my tubes tied and you finished inside me. We talked for a few minutes after we finished, got dressed, then hugged before you left.

We never really talked about making it a weekly thing. You kept sexting me. I started sending you more and more revealing photos, eventually going full topless and nude. You were back over that next Thursday, but this time I gave you a blowjob and rode you.

We got into a routine of it. Most days, we just had a regular conversation throughout the day, talking about our lives. Usually by Tuesday, we ramped up the sexting and the photos. By Thursday, we were both ready for it. I loved how you always wanted to change things up. It wasn't the same every week.

We tried different positions. I loved feeling your cock in me during doggy, how deep and hard you could get. You loved fucking my tits and finishing on them. I loved how I made you feel when I blew you and when you finished in my mouth. You loved watching me ride you. One day, we just made out, our hands exploring. You fingered me to an orgasm and I got you off just using my hand. It was simple, and so good.

After the first few weeks, I asked about your wife. If you were happy with her. If you were worried about her finding out. I knew I wasn't worried. It would suck and I would feel bad if you got caught, but I would move on pretty easily.

I wasn't sure what that said about me. I never told you that part. I just said I enjoyed the sex with you, that I hoped it wouldn't have to end suddenly.

You reassured me that if you thought things were getting too dangerous, you would end it. Until then, you just wanted to enjoy our little fling.

You've been gone for the last two weeks. You left with your wife and kids for a vacation on a Thursday and came home the following Thursday. We couldn't text at all, not wanting to risk it. I did post a selfie on Facebook while you were gone, and when you liked it, I felt myself smiling.

The day after you came home, I did something I'd never done before. I took a video of me playing with myself, moaning your name as I climaxed, and sent it to you. You responded with one of the longest and most detailed sexts, describing all the things you wanted to do to me, and I wanted it all.

We didn't text the next two days, as you spent the weekend with your family. But on Monday, I sent another video of me playing with myself. On Tuesday, I sent a video of me flashing my tits and squeezing them. On Wednesday, I sent a video of me fingering myself under my desk after reading your sexts. It was a long video, starting with that, and ending with me in my bed, completely nude, getting myself off with my toy. You loved it and said you couldn't wait to see me the next day.

I spent the next morning teasing you relentlessly. A picture of myself just after getting out of the shower. My breasts in a white, lacy bra. I had you pick out my underwear. I told you I couldn't wait to suck your dick. I wore something loose and easy to take off. The same spaghetti-string tank top as the day I first sent you the cleavage picture. Loose fitting shorts that you could take off or slip right off. Or even just pull them to the side. I made sure my pussy was cleanly shaved, just the way you liked it.

A half hour before you got off work, I sent you a picture of my tits.

When you told me you were going to clock out, I felt myself getting wet in anticipation.

When you told me you were on your way, I took off my headset for work, clocked out, and went to meet you at the door, knowing it only took you a few minutes to get to my house.

I heard your car pull into the driveway, the door shut as you got out. You had gotten comfortable enough with coming over that you just let yourself in. I stood up from the couch and we met in the middle of the living room. My arms wrapped around your neck and your hands went right to my hips as we started to kiss.

I knocked off the ball cap you had on your head, letting it fall to the ground, and touched my hand to your cheek, covered by your beard. You reached around and grabbed my ass. The kiss was briefly paused as I pulled your shirt off and our tongues slipped out of our mouths to swirl around with the other as you raised your hand up to cup and squeeze my breasts.

The kiss ended when you started to pull up on my tank, going over my head. I had my long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and shook it out as you got my tank off. You reached behind my back to unclasp my bra as I started to undo your pants. I felt the bra loosen and my breasts fall a little as I got your zipper pulled down.

Before I let the bra slip down my arms, I knelt on the floor in front of you. I looked up, staring into your eyes as I pulled your jeans and boxers down, letting them fall to the floor along with my bra.

I wasn't surprised to see that your cock was already hard. You usually were. I wrapped my hand around it, licked the shaft up and down, then swirled my tongue around your tip as I moved my hand. I loved how thick your cock was. It wasn't the longest, but I could fit it all in my mouth, and it was enough for me. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around your tip, then started to bob my head up and down.

"Fuck, I missed your mouth, Stephanie," you moaned as I blew you, burying my nose into your groin every time. I kept my hand on it too, moving up and down. "And your tits."

You reached down with your hand and grabbed my breasts, giving each of them a squeeze and my nipples a pinch. I moaned around your shaft as you twisted my nipples. I had only ever let two guys cum on my tits. My husband and you.

As I continued to blow you, you moved your hand up from my breasts, to the top of my head, and wrapped your fingers around my ponytail. When you looked down at me, I nodded my head, and stopped moving, just as you started to use your grip on my ponytail to move my head.

I gagged around your cock a bit as you started to thrust your hips, roughly shoving your cock down my throat. I could feel my panties getting soaked as you fucked my face. You had fucked my face the last time we were together, right before you finished on my face. I was so turned on afterwards, I actually rubbed my clit until I came as you watched.

When you were done face fucking me, you slowly pulled your cock out of my mouth and licked the precum and spit off my lips. You helped me to stand up from the floor and asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom or to the couch.

"Bedroom," was my simple reply, even though I was dripping through my panties.

I turned to walk to my bedroom and was just a few steps into the hallway when I felt your hands on me. You cupped my breasts and pulled me towards you, squeezing them as you leaned down to kiss my neck.

I moaned as I felt your cock pressing into my ass. I tried to take a step forward, wanting to get to the bed, but I stumbled a little, and my shoulder went against the wall. You used your body weight to push me flat against the wall as your hand went down to my ass.

You grabbed it again before spreading my legs apart, and pulling my shorts and panties to the side. Your fingers briefly touched my pussy, just enough to know that I was ready for you.

I braced myself against the wall as I felt your cock enter me. It wasn't the most comfortable, still standing and with my shorts on, but that didn't stop me from moaning. You held onto my hips as you slowly moved your cock in and out of me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.

You fucked me up against the wall for a few minutes before pulling out and grabbing my hand to go to the bedroom. That wasn't the first time we had stopped on the way to the bedroom. Sometimes it was for a quick blowjob. Or just to make out. Other times to fuck up against the wall, like we just did.

When we got into my bed, you sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled me close, and kissed my stomach. I ran my fingers through your hair as you hooked your fingers into my shorts and gently pulled them and my panties down my legs.

After I kicked my clothes off, I climbed onto the bed and your lap, being aided by your hands on my hips. As my wet pussy came into contact with your hard member, I immediately started to roll my hips, sliding my pussy lips up and down your shaft.

You kept your hands on my hips as you leaned down and started to lick my nipples, moving your head side-to-side between the two of them. "Will," I softly moaned, as you wrapped your lips around my nipple and sucked it into your mouth.

I could feel the tip of your cock pressing against my entrance, and lifted myself up just enough to reach between us, and slide you into me. I continued to roll my hips, now sliding your cock in and out of me, as you continued to suck and lick my nipples.

"I missed having your dick inside me the last two weeks," I told you as I closed my eyes.

"Did you think about you riding me? Or me pounding into you?"

"I came to thinking of you pounding me."

A few moments later, you lifted me up, and we quickly flipped around, so I was sitting on the bed, and you were standing. I loved how you always took control at this point. I never knew if you were going to go missionary, doggy, keep me on top, or something especially erotic.

I did know that I wanted your dick back inside me.

You opted for my mouth, grabbing my pony tail again and sliding your tip across my lips until I opened them. I made sure my tongue was active as you slowly pushed your cock inside my mouth, making me taste myself on it, something I knew turned you on and drove you crazy.

When you were satisfied, you let go of my hair and pulled your cock out of my mouth. I looked up at you, wondering what was next, aching for whatever it was.

You started to climb on top of me, pushing me flat onto the bed. Our lips met again to kiss as we worked our way up the bed until we reached the pillows. We continued to kiss as you lay between my legs, and I moaned into your mouth when your cock slipped right back into my pussy.

"Fuck, I love that feeling," I whispered as we ended the kiss with you starting to move your body to fuck me.

"Yeah? My cock fucking you?"

"When I'm so turned on, that it just slips right in."

Our talking turned to moans as you pushed yourself above me and just went as hard and fast as possible. I could feel my breasts moving with every deep push of your cock and I knew that your eyes were glued to them. I could feel and hear my bed shaking and pushing against the wall as you slammed into me hard.

But, most importantly, I could feel your cock. How it stretched out my insides. How you pulled it right to the tip, then pushed in deep and hard. How it made my pussy pulse around it. I kept my arms and legs spread wide, wanting you to have full access to me.

As you fucked me, I completely forgot about everything else. What was work? Where were the kids? Didn't I have a bill due today? None of it mattered. I just wanted your cock. Your meat. Your manhood.

And eventually, your cum.

I reached one hand down between and started to rub my clit. You saw and asked if I was close. I told you I was and you said you were too.

"Let's cum together," I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I started to push up with my hips.

You didn't slow down. You never did. You kept fucking me just as hard and fast as possible. Our bodies were rocking together, the sheets were flying on the bed, and we lost a pillow.

"I'm cumming," you managed to get out through a grunt and groan.

"Me too."

We reached our climaxes together, you pushing deep inside me as the tip of your cock exploded with cum. I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you in tight, so I didn't accidentally push you out. It had happened before. We made a mess on the bed.

Not this time. My orgasm pushed hard, making my body go completely flat, but you stayed inside me, filling me with your cum. I moaned loudly, your name included, as my eyes rolled back into my head.

You kept moving, slower now, just enough to use my pussy to pump out your cock. Just before you finished, you pulled out to just your tip, then pushed forward, hard, fast, and deep. I moaned as you did so, and arched my back, very nearly having another orgasm.

We kissed again as you pulled out of me and laid down on the bed, both of us breathing deeply. "I think I might have to take a shower before I go back to work."

You laughed at my comment, probably thinking of the numerous times I simply pulled my panties back on, or just shifted them to the side, and went right back to work.

That was usually on days when you had to leave right away, an errand to run or a chore to do at home. Not today. Today, you had already told me you were staying for a couple of hours. I rolled over, laying my head on your shoulder and pressing my naked body against yours. I inhaled and exhaled, satisfied with how I felt.

You wrapped your arm around me, softly rubbing my back, your fingers brushing up to my ass.

As you leaned over and kissed the top of my forehead, I couldn't help but think, "Why didn't I give you a chance twenty years ago?"

You smiled at me in the grocery, walking past each other as we pushed our shopping carts in opposite directions. At first, I just figured you were being polite but as I turned the corner, I actually thought you looked kind of familiar.

When I turned down the cereal aisle, you were standing right there and a sudden flash hit me. "Will?" I asked, certain but also not sure it was actually you. Outside of social media, I hadn't seen you in twenty years, since high school graduation.

"Hey, Stephanie. How are you?"

We spent the next few minutes talking then went our separate ways.

Besides liking your posts on Facebook, I hadn't thought about you since school. But, lying in my bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about our short conversation. You have amazing blue eyes, an easy smile, and made me laugh without really trying. I went to your Facebook profile and scrolled it for a minute, seeing your four young kids, beautiful wife, and seemingly good life.

I knew I probably shouldn't do it. That I shouldn't even try to see what would happen. But, I still sent you a message, just saying it was good to see you.

You responded early the next morning. Extremely early. I messaged back when I woke up. And we never really stopped talking. We did have twenty years to catch up on.

You told me about meeting your wife, getting married, and having your kids. About your job and why you were awake so early. And the way you told stories, even through messages, made me smile and laugh.

I told you about my life. How I married my high school sweetheart. And how he cheated on me. And I cheated on him. Multiple times for both of us, even as we had three kids of our own. I told you how I finally stopped when he had a child with another woman. Me and him were still married, even after not living together for a decade, we just didn't get divorced.

You asked about my job. I work from home, so I can be around for my kids. Yes, I made enough to pay for my own house. You asked so many questions about my life. It was great. I was actually starting to feel wanted, even if that wasn't your intention.

The first picture sent was you at your job, working in a warehouse as a foreman. I immediately texted one back, me at my desk with a headset on. You asked if you could confess something and when I said yes you made me blush when you told me that you had a big crush on me in high school and still thought I was pretty.

From then on, our texting changed. Yes, we had switched from messaging on Facebook to actual texting. It started with light teasing. Some sexual innuendos slowly crept in. You asked more about my cheating.

I sent you a picture one day, wondering how you would respond to it. Up to this point, I had stayed covered whenever I sent you a photo. Sweatshirts or loose fitting T-shirts. After having three kids and it being twenty years later, I was no longer the skinny cheerleader you knew in high school.

But, today, as I sat at my desk in my home office, I had only put on a purple spaghetti-strap tank top, one that showed off my now more-than-ample cleavage. I angled the phone above my head, swept my reddish-brown hair to one side, and snapped the photo, then sent it to you.

"Wow," was your response a few minutes later, followed by you asking if you had told me how beautiful I was lately. I blushed as I thanked you.

And then came the text that would change everything.

"Man, the things I would do to you."

I hesitated for a second. I had cheated with a married man before. As far as I knew, his wife never found out. Was I ready to do it again? Or was this just harmless texting?

I asked you to tell me the things you would do to me.

I wasn't quite expecting the next few messages from you. I had had guys sext me before, but not like this. It was so descriptive. So vivid. I found myself getting turned on. I didn't tell you then, just encouraged you to keep going, but I was touching myself under my desk. And, as soon as I could, I ran to my bedroom and got myself off using a toy I kept in my nightstand.

You continued the sexting, with my permission, for the next few days. I kept getting myself off to it. Finally, one day, I asked if you had any interest in making one of your messages a reality.

"I would love to, as long as we kept it strictly at that. I don't want any more."

For some reason, knowing that you just wanted me for my body, was such a turn on.

We started talking about how we could make it happen. You got off at noon, then had your kids come home around 3:30, but were busy or had something else going on most days of the week.

Except for Thursdays. You had nothing going on on Thursdays. I worked from home, all my kids were in school, and they went with their dad on Thursdays anyway. It was almost too perfect.

You came over after work on that next Thursday, and I took my lunch as you walked in. Our first time happened fast. We hugged, sat down, started to kiss, then stripped off our clothes. You fingered me as you sucked on my tits, then slid your cock into me right there on my couch. I had already told you that I had had my tubes tied and you finished inside me. We talked for a few minutes after we finished, got dressed, then hugged before you left.

We never really talked about making it a weekly thing. You kept sexting me. I started sending you more and more revealing photos, eventually going full topless and nude. You were back over that next Thursday, but this time I gave you a blowjob and rode you.

We got into a routine of it. Most days, we just had a regular conversation throughout the day, talking about our lives. Usually by Tuesday, we ramped up the sexting and the photos. By Thursday, we were both ready for it. I loved how you always wanted to change things up. It wasn't the same every week.

We tried different positions. I loved feeling your cock in me during doggy, how deep and hard you could get. You loved fucking my tits and finishing on them. I loved how I made you feel when I blew you and when you finished in my mouth. You loved watching me ride you. One day, we just made out, our hands exploring. You fingered me to an orgasm and I got you off just using my hand. It was simple, and so good.

After the first few weeks, I asked about your wife. If you were happy with her. If you were worried about her finding out. I knew I wasn't worried. It would suck and I would feel bad if you got caught, but I would move on pretty easily.

I wasn't sure what that said about me. I never told you that part. I just said I enjoyed the sex with you, that I hoped it wouldn't have to end suddenly.

You reassured me that if you thought things were getting too dangerous, you would end it. Until then, you just wanted to enjoy our little fling.

You've been gone for the last two weeks. You left with your wife and kids for a vacation on a Thursday and came home the following Thursday. We couldn't text at all, not wanting to risk it. I did post a selfie on Facebook while you were gone, and when you liked it, I felt myself smiling.

The day after you came home, I did something I'd never done before. I took a video of me playing with myself, moaning your name as I climaxed, and sent it to you. You responded with one of the longest and most detailed sexts, describing all the things you wanted to do to me, and I wanted it all.

We didn't text the next two days, as you spent the weekend with your family. But on Monday, I sent another video of me playing with myself. On Tuesday, I sent a video of me flashing my tits and squeezing them. On Wednesday, I sent a video of me fingering myself under my desk after reading your sexts. It was a long video, starting with that, and ending with me in my bed, completely nude, getting myself off with my toy. You loved it and said you couldn't wait to see me the next day.

I spent the next morning teasing you relentlessly. A picture of myself just after getting out of the shower. My breasts in a white, lacy bra. I had you pick out my underwear. I told you I couldn't wait to suck your dick. I wore something loose and easy to take off. The same spaghetti-string tank top as the day I first sent you the cleavage picture. Loose fitting shorts that you could take off or slip right off. Or even just pull them to the side. I made sure my pussy was cleanly shaved, just the way you liked it.

A half hour before you got off work, I sent you a picture of my tits.

When you told me you were going to clock out, I felt myself getting wet in anticipation.

When you told me you were on your way, I took off my headset for work, clocked out, and went to meet you at the door, knowing it only took you a few minutes to get to my house.

I heard your car pull into the driveway, the door shut as you got out. You had gotten comfortable enough with coming over that you just let yourself in. I stood up from the couch and we met in the middle of the living room. My arms wrapped around your neck and your hands went right to my hips as we started to kiss.

I knocked off the ball cap you had on your head, letting it fall to the ground, and touched my hand to your cheek, covered by your beard. You reached around and grabbed my ass. The kiss was briefly paused as I pulled your shirt off and our tongues slipped out of our mouths to swirl around with the other as you raised your hand up to cup and squeeze my breasts.

The kiss ended when you started to pull up on my tank, going over my head. I had my long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and shook it out as you got my tank off. You reached behind my back to unclasp my bra as I started to undo your pants. I felt the bra loosen and my breasts fall a little as I got your zipper pulled down.

Before I let the bra slip down my arms, I knelt on the floor in front of you. I looked up, staring into your eyes as I pulled your jeans and boxers down, letting them fall to the floor along with my bra.

I wasn't surprised to see that your cock was already hard. You usually were. I wrapped my hand around it, licked the shaft up and down, then swirled my tongue around your tip as I moved my hand. I loved how thick your cock was. It wasn't the longest, but I could fit it all in my mouth, and it was enough for me. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my lips around your tip, then started to bob my head up and down.

"Fuck, I missed your mouth, Stephanie," you moaned as I blew you, burying my nose into your groin every time. I kept my hand on it too, moving up and down. "And your tits."

You reached down with your hand and grabbed my breasts, giving each of them a squeeze and my nipples a pinch. I moaned around your shaft as you twisted my nipples. I had only ever let two guys cum on my tits. My husband and you.

As I continued to blow you, you moved your hand up from my breasts, to the top of my head, and wrapped your fingers around my ponytail. When you looked down at me, I nodded my head, and stopped moving, just as you started to use your grip on my ponytail to move my head.

I gagged around your cock a bit as you started to thrust your hips, roughly shoving your cock down my throat. I could feel my panties getting soaked as you fucked my face. You had fucked my face the last time we were together, right before you finished on my face. I was so turned on afterwards, I actually rubbed my clit until I came as you watched.

When you were done face fucking me, you slowly pulled your cock out of my mouth and licked the precum and spit off my lips. You helped me to stand up from the floor and asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom or to the couch.

"Bedroom," was my simple reply, even though I was dripping through my panties.

I turned to walk to my bedroom and was just a few steps into the hallway when I felt your hands on me. You cupped my breasts and pulled me towards you, squeezing them as you leaned down to kiss my neck.

I moaned as I felt your cock pressing into my ass. I tried to take a step forward, wanting to get to the bed, but I stumbled a little, and my shoulder went against the wall. You used your body weight to push me flat against the wall as your hand went down to my ass.

You grabbed it again before spreading my legs apart, and pulling my shorts and panties to the side. Your fingers briefly touched my pussy, just enough to know that I was ready for you.

I braced myself against the wall as I felt your cock enter me. It wasn't the most comfortable, still standing and with my shorts on, but that didn't stop me from moaning. You held onto my hips as you slowly moved your cock in and out of me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.

You fucked me up against the wall for a few minutes before pulling out and grabbing my hand to go to the bedroom. That wasn't the first time we had stopped on the way to the bedroom. Sometimes it was for a quick blowjob. Or just to make out. Other times to fuck up against the wall, like we just did.

When we got into my bed, you sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled me close, and kissed my stomach. I ran my fingers through your hair as you hooked your fingers into my shorts and gently pulled them and my panties down my legs.

After I kicked my clothes off, I climbed onto the bed and your lap, being aided by your hands on my hips. As my wet pussy came into contact with your hard member, I immediately started to roll my hips, sliding my pussy lips up and down your shaft.

You kept your hands on my hips as you leaned down and started to lick my nipples, moving your head side-to-side between the two of them. "Will," I softly moaned, as you wrapped your lips around my nipple and sucked it into your mouth.

I could feel the tip of your cock pressing against my entrance, and lifted myself up just enough to reach between us, and slide you into me. I continued to roll my hips, now sliding your cock in and out of me, as you continued to suck and lick my nipples.

"I missed having your dick inside me the last two weeks," I told you as I closed my eyes.

"Did you think about you riding me? Or me pounding into you?"

"I came to thinking of you pounding me."

A few moments later, you lifted me up, and we quickly flipped around, so I was sitting on the bed, and you were standing. I loved how you always took control at this point. I never knew if you were going to go missionary, doggy, keep me on top, or something especially erotic.

I did know that I wanted your dick back inside me.

You opted for my mouth, grabbing my pony tail again and sliding your tip across my lips until I opened them. I made sure my tongue was active as you slowly pushed your cock inside my mouth, making me taste myself on it, something I knew turned you on and drove you crazy.

When you were satisfied, you let go of my hair and pulled your cock out of my mouth. I looked up at you, wondering what was next, aching for whatever it was.

You started to climb on top of me, pushing me flat onto the bed. Our lips met again to kiss as we worked our way up the bed until we reached the pillows. We continued to kiss as you lay between my legs, and I moaned into your mouth when your cock slipped right back into my pussy.

"Fuck, I love that feeling," I whispered as we ended the kiss with you starting to move your body to fuck me.

"Yeah? My cock fucking you?"

"When I'm so turned on, that it just slips right in."

Our talking turned to moans as you pushed yourself above me and just went as hard and fast as possible. I could feel my breasts moving with every deep push of your cock and I knew that your eyes were glued to them. I could feel and hear my bed shaking and pushing against the wall as you slammed into me hard.

But, most importantly, I could feel your cock. How it stretched out my insides. How you pulled it right to the tip, then pushed in deep and hard. How it made my pussy pulse around it. I kept my arms and legs spread wide, wanting you to have full access to me.

As you fucked me, I completely forgot about everything else. What was work? Where were the kids? Didn't I have a bill due today? None of it mattered. I just wanted your cock. Your meat. Your manhood.

And eventually, your cum.

I reached one hand down between and started to rub my clit. You saw and asked if I was close. I told you I was and you said you were too.

"Let's cum together," I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I started to push up with my hips.

You didn't slow down. You never did. You kept fucking me just as hard and fast as possible. Our bodies were rocking together, the sheets were flying on the bed, and we lost a pillow.

"I'm cumming," you managed to get out through a grunt and groan.

"Me too."

We reached our climaxes together, you pushing deep inside me as the tip of your cock exploded with cum. I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you in tight, so I didn't accidentally push you out. It had happened before. We made a mess on the bed.

Not this time. My orgasm pushed hard, making my body go completely flat, but you stayed inside me, filling me with your cum. I moaned loudly, your name included, as my eyes rolled back into my head.

You kept moving, slower now, just enough to use my pussy to pump out your cock. Just before you finished, you pulled out to just your tip, then pushed forward, hard, fast, and deep. I moaned as you did so, and arched my back, very nearly having another orgasm.

We kissed again as you pulled out of me and laid down on the bed, both of us breathing deeply. "I think I might have to take a shower before I go back to work."

You laughed at my comment, probably thinking of the numerous times I simply pulled my panties back on, or just shifted them to the side, and went right back to work.

That was usually on days when you had to leave right away, an errand to run or a chore to do at home. Not today. Today, you had already told me you were staying for a couple of hours. I rolled over, laying my head on your shoulder and pressing my naked body against yours. I inhaled and exhaled, satisfied with how I felt.

You wrapped your arm around me, softly rubbing my back, your fingers brushing up to my ass.

As you leaned over and kissed the top of my forehead, I couldn't help but think, "Why didn't I give you a chance twenty years ago?"

I woke up before my alarm, heart already racing like my body knew before my brain had time to catch up. I rolled over in my bed and stared at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 4:21 in the morning. My alarm was set for 4:55. I'm pretty sure the last time I looked at the clock, it was almost three. I blinked my eyes a few times, then rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My heart was pounding. Butterflies in my stomach. Every scenario running through my head, some good, mostly bad.

Today was my wedding day.

I was waking up as Kaylee Callister. And going to bed as Kaylee Harmon.

I was excited. I've been waiting over two years for this day. I wanted nothing more than to marry Jake.

I took a deep breath, then started to run through the schedule in my mind.

Alarm at five. Quick shower and breakfast. Hairdresser was coming over at six. Half an hour to do my hair, then out the door at 6:45 with my mom and sister to drive to Salt Lake City. Two hours to Salt Lake City, meeting my other sister there, who had already checked into a hotel room the day before. Put on my dress in the hotel room and do makeup. Be at the Temple at ten, sealing at 10:30. Finished by eleven, leaving an hour for pictures before meeting the family for lunch.

Jake and I would then drive back home to Malad City, where our reception was scheduled at six. Two hours for the reception, then an hour drive to Logan, Utah, where we were spending our first night as husband and wife.

And that was just today.

Jake was already in Salt Lake City, a ball of nerves as well. I had thought about staying with him, but we both knew that the temptation would have been too much to resist. I was so ready to be married to him, and not just to say that I was finally his wife.

I rolled around for a bit, hoping for just a few more minutes of sleep before I gave up and got out of bed. I refused to look at myself in the mirror before climbing into the shower. Once in there, I let the warm water run over my body and help wake me up.

As I used a washcloth to clean my body, I couldn't help but think that when I showered the next day, Jake would be with me. In the shower. Touching me.

That thought had an immediate effect on me and I smiled at our plans once we got to Logan after our reception.

After I was done in the shower and dried off, I went back into my room and put on my garments, the sacred underwear of my faith, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I had just started wearing them a few weeks ago, after going through the Temple for the first time. I had grown up dancing my entire life and was used to wearing a lot less modest clothing. Crop tops, spaghetti-string summer dresses, shorts that always made the old ladies in my church ward blush and the guys shake their heads.

Part of me enjoyed showing myself off, but I also was glad for the covenants I made with my Heavenly Father and I was pretty excited that Jake would be the first and only guy to fully see and help me learn more about my body.

I pulled on a white bathrobe, with Mrs. Harmon stitched onto it, a gift from my bachelorette party to celebrate my soon-to-be last name, then walked downstairs in my parents' house to make myself some breakfast.

By the time my hairdresser was knocking on the door, I had changed into yoga pants and a t-shirt that said "Bride" on it. Lexie was the mother of a girl in a dance class I taught and I was so impressed by the hair she did for her daughter for a competition, that I asked her to do my hair for my wedding.

As I sat down in my room, mirror in front of me, and Lexie behind me, she started to comb my blonde hair that went down to my shoulder blades, and asked, "So, how did you and Jake meet?"

I laughed a little before saying, "We've actually known each other forever. His family moved into our church ward when I was nine. He's a year older than me, but we seemed to always be in the same group, somehow, either at school or church."

"Oh really? So you two dated for a while?" she asked as she started to style my hair.

"We started dating when I was a junior and he was a senior in high school. But, he went on a mission right after he graduated, so we were apart for the last two years, until he got home three months ago," I explained to her.

"Oh yeah? Been planning the wedding this entire time? It must have been pretty hard to have him gone," she said, using a curling iron on some parts of my hair. "But sounds like there was no hesitation."

"It sucked. Like, I knew that he was out doing good, serving the Lord, but yeah, I missed him. And yes, planned the wedding the entire time," I responded. “It always just felt like it was going to be him.”

"That's awesome," Lexie said, half-paying attention as she focused on my hair.

It didn't take Lexie very long to do my hair, as I just wanted something simple and comfortable. I loved it when she was done and couldn't stop thanking her as she left, with my mom, my sister and I out the door behind her. We double-checked that we had all of the bags and items I would need, then started the drive to Salt Lake, five minutes ahead of schedule, just as Jake was waking up and sending me a good morning text.

"Good morning, Kaylee! I love you! I cannot wait to see you today!"

We got to the hotel where my other sister was waiting for us, cranked up the music, and spent the next hour getting ready. We arrived at the Temple ten minutes early, meeting Jake, his family, and my dad there. I hugged and kissed Jake as we walked, hand-in-hand inside the Temple.

I had been inside the Temple plenty of times, but this was my first visit to the Salt Lake Temple. I had done just about anything you could do in there, including attending a few sealings, so I was prepared and excited for what was to come.

The sealing ceremony was amazing, filled with love and faith. I loved all the religious symbolism involved and cried as I went through it. After the officiant pronounced us as married, we leaned over the altar we were kneeling at, and kissed, a kiss I didn't want to end.

When the ceremony was done, Jake, me, and our fathers went into a little side office to sign the paperwork. We all hugged afterwards and went our separate ways, to change out of our Temple clothes and into my wedding dress and his suit.

I was glad that I had picked out a simple wedding dress, as I easily slipped it on over my garments and my mom helped to smooth it out and make sure it wasn't bunched up anywhere.

I stepped in front of the full-length mirror they provided for brides and smiled at myself, loving how the dress fit me. Clean white, a modest straight neckline, and soft sleeves that puffed out at the shoulders, it fit closely at the waist and hips and fell straight to the floor, with a small train at the end.

It had no lace and no sparkles. It was simple, plain, and just right for me. As I turned in the mirror, I did notice the one feature that the dress did highlight...my butt. It wasn't hard to notice it in the dress.

I hugged my mom, told her I loved her and thanked her for her help before she left the dressing room to go meet the rest of the family outside the Temple. When I was ready, I walked out of the room, and was escorted to where Jake was waiting for me. His smile was huge when he saw me in my wedding dress for the first time.

"You are so beautiful," he said into my ear as we hugged. "That dress is amazing."

"Thank you," I said. I looked around briefly, looking at the Temple workers that were helping us, then whispered in his ear, "I cannot wait for you to take it off me."

A few minutes later, in the tradition of the LDS Church, we walked out of the Temple, being greeted by cheers, clapping, and screaming from our family and friends that had made the trip from Malad City. We hugged everybody as our photographer took pictures, then spent the next hour taking pictures of just us all over the Temple grounds before we met everybody for lunch.

After lunch, we said goodbye to everybody, promising to meet them again in Malad City, for our reception. We watched as everybody got into their cars and drove off and when they were all gone, I ran and jumped into Jake's arms, squealing as he picked me up and spun us around. When he sat me down, we kissed, passionately, full of love, our first real kiss as husband and wife.

"Are you ready?" I asked as we ended the kiss, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders.

"I am so ready," he said with a smile.

I grabbed his hand with mine and we walked towards his car, where he helped me into the passenger seat before he went to get into the driver's seat.

"Did you find somewhere?" I asked him as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"I did," he answered, pulling into the parking lot. "Should take about five minutes to get there."

I kept my hand on his leg as he drove us around the city before pulling into somewhere that looked private and parked the car. While we had planned out the day with our families, we had made one little change to them, without telling anybody.

"Ten minutes?" I teased him as I undid my seat belt and moved to kneel on my seat.

"Probably won't even take five," he said with a little laugh as he also undid his seat belt.

Since Jake had returned from his mission three months ago, we not only had been getting ready for the wedding but we had been getting ready to lose our virginity to each other. The most we had ever done was kiss. And while our hands stayed where they should, our brains and words did not.

Neither one of us had dared to watch any porn, not wanting it to cloud our minds, but we spent plenty of time reading what to do online and talking to our married friends and siblings, hopefully enough that we wouldn't be totally clueless.

I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth, as he moved his hand to the side of my face, holding me in place. When we pulled away, we stayed close, as I looked down at his groin. I had seen Jake hard on a few occasions, usually when I was wearing a bikini or after a heavy make out session. The last few times it had happened, I had wanted to reach out and touch but knew better.

Not today.

While Jake watched my every movement, I moved my hand over to his groin and placed it on top of the bulge pushing his slacks out. I was immediately struck by just how hard it was, expecting it to be a little softer. After slowly moving my hand up and down it a few times, getting a sense for how long he was, I moved my hands to his belt and started to undo it.

"Are you OK?" I asked with a little giggle as I saw Jake's body stiffen and could hear his breathing starting to change.

"Yeah, of course. Just, you know, trying my best to stay calm," he managed to say as his eyes were glued to watching me as I undid the button on his slacks and pulled the zipper down, my fingers brushing across his cock for the first time.

I pulled his slacks apart enough that I could see the outline of his cock through the white Temple garments he had on and was anxious to see more, but wasn't quite sure how. For some reason, we had never talked about this part, just what would happen or could potentially happen, once he was exposed. I knew there was some sort of opening, but I wasn't sure what to do.

"So..." I questioned, not wanting to be too awkward.

Jake looked at me for a second, saw my hesitation and me looking around, then said, "Oh, let me help."

This time, I watched as he reached down with his hands and pulled a little flap to the side on his garments with one hand, then pulled his cock out with the other.

I had thought about this moment for a long time. What I would do when I saw a penis in person, for the first time. It was hard. Long. Thick. I had felt it pressed up against me a few times or pressing against his shorts, so I wasn't too surprised. But still...here it was. Waiting for me.

I reached out my hand for it, needing to feel it, to touch it, as I tried to remember everything I had been told or read to do. Don't grip it too tightly or lightly. Don't rub too quickly or too slowly. Listen to his moans and cues to see what works and what he likes. Let myself enjoy it.

We both watched as I slowly circled my fingers around his shaft and let them rest softly on it. I smiled, especially when Jake let out a moan, and watched as I saw the skin on his hard shaft, stretched tight, moving as I moved my hand up and down.

"How does that feel? Too hard?" I asked him, wanting to do a good job for him.

"So good. So good. I'm not going to last," Jake moaned, closing his eyes and I could tell it seemed like he was holding back.

We had talked about this. We knew that the first few times, he might finish fast. It was part of the reason why we were doing this now, in the hope that maybe he would last longer tonight. But, because of where we were and what he was wearing, we also knew that we only had one option to finish and hopefully prevent a mess.

And we honestly didn't know which one of us were more excited for it.

I leaned down, glancing up at Jake and saw him staring at me. I opened my mouth, again trying to remember everything I had learned. Take it slow. Watch my teeth. It'll feel weird at first. Don't overreact or overthink it.

I closed my lips around his tip, instantly tasting his precum for the first time. I had been warned that some tasted gross, some was too salty, others loved it. I loved it. I wanted more. I also felt the awkwardness of it. Was I supposed to suck now? Just move my head? How was I supposed to avoid using my teeth with how thick he felt?

After a few seconds, I did remember that I should keep my hand moving. I rewrapped it around his shaft and started to stroke him as I sucked with my mouth, hoping I was doing it right. And good enough.

I didn't have to wait long to figure out if I was doing a good job, as it only took a few moments of me sucking and stroking him before he started to orgasm. I heard him trying to warn me, but he could only moan, as I felt his cock pulsing in my hand, and jumped a little when the first shot of cum came out of his tip and hit the back of my throat.

"Oh yes," Jake moaned as I froze, my hand no longer moving, and my lips staying wrapped around his tip. His cum continued to shoot out, going over my tongue, and hitting my throat as I swallowed it down.

When he was done, Jake took a deep breath and released it. I slowly unwrapped my lips from his tip and sat back up, a satisfied smile on my face.

"Wow," he said as he leaned back in his seat, making me giggle.

"Yeah? That good?" I asked, still watching his cock as it slowly started to shrink.

"You have no idea. I can't believe how good that felt," he responded.

I opened up the glove box in front of me, pulled out a tissue, and used it to wipe off Jake's cock before I helped him get his slacks back on. I moved back in my seat so that I was sitting down, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.

"Are you OK to drive?" I said with a little laugh, watching as Jake tried to compose himself.

Jake took another deep breath before saying, "Yeah, I am. Just needed a second."

I reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it to me. Jake watched as I placed his hand on my left breast, over my wedding dress, and pressed it to me. "Just think, you'll get these tonight."

Jake leaned over and kissed me, softly squeezing my breast, and making me moan into his mouth. "We better get going then," he said as he pulled his lips away from mine.

As we made the drive back up to Malad City, we talked about our Temple experience, how we felt, and what we would remember the most from it. We also talked about the blowjob and I told him, "Is it crazy that doing that to you made me wet? Like, I'm a little worried that I might have to change when we get to the reception."

"Not crazy at all. Must mean that you enjoyed it," he responded.

"Yes, I did," I confirmed.

The reception we had was amazing, straight out of my dreams, even if it felt like the entire town had come out to stand in our line and wanted to talk for a bit. It was about halfway through the line that I just wanted to start telling people, "Thank you for coming. I'm nineteen and extremely horny. Please go."

The line finally died down around thirty minutes to go, just enough time to do our first dance, the father/daughter dance, and throw my bouquet. When my best friend caught it, I immediately eyed her boyfriend and told him that we were going to have a talk when I returned from my honeymoon.

To end the reception, everybody lined up outside and blew bubbles at us as we ran through it. Jake opened up the door to his car for me, my sister helped me get my dress in the car, and we were off, waving goodbye to everybody.

"Oh my gosh! That was exhausting," I said, taking a deep breath and relaxing in the seat as Jake drove.

"No kidding. Especially with knowing what we did before and what will happen next," Jake responded.

That thought made me sit up and put my hand on his leg. "There were a few times where I wished you and I could have just snuck off to an empty room for some fun."

"Give me forty-five minutes and we'll be in a private room with no worries of anybody interrupting us and we'll have fun all night long," Jake said as I brushed my hand across his groin.

When we arrived at the hotel in Logan, I let Jake go inside to check us in and get our key, kind of hoping I wouldn't have to go through the lobby in my wedding dress. As I watched Jake checking us in through the windows of the lobby, I started to get really excited for what was to come. By the time Jake walked back to the car, I knew I was ready.

"There's a side entrance we can go through, one flight of stairs and we'll be right at our room, if that's ok," Jake said as he got back into the driver's seat.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

A few moments later, Jake had parked the car and was carrying our bags up to the room, refusing to let me carry one.

We entered the room and did a quick walkthrough to make sure nothing was wrong. When we were satisfied, I met Jake in the middle of the room, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss me.

"Hello, wife," he whispered as we slowly pulled our lips away from each other, our faces still touching.

"Hello, husband," I responded, a giant smile on my face. We held each other for a few minutes, just swaying back and forth in the dark, quiet hotel room. "Are you just going to hold me all night? Or is there something else you want to do?"

Jake giggled and said, "Oh, there's so much I want to do."

We started to kiss again, this time walking back towards the bed. I helped him to slip off his suit jacket, pulled his tie apart, then started to undo the buttons holding his shirt together. As we kissed, we stripped off his clothes, including his garments, until he was completely naked and his half-hard cock was pressing against me.

"Sit down," I said as I took a step back from him. He sat down on the bed and stared at my body, nearly salivating at what he knew was coming next.

I smiled at him as I grabbed a sleeve of my wedding dress and slowly pulled my arm out of it, followed by the other. I laughed as I started to pull the dress down my body and asked, "What are you so excited about? You've seen me in bikinis before. And some pretty skimpy dance outfits."

"I know. And you have no idea how many times I've imagined what the rest looks like," he responded.

When the dress was at my feet, I carefully stepped out of it, picked it up from the floor, and laid it across the dresser before turning back to Jake. I stood in front of him, wearing only my white bra and my white Temple garments, and was ready for him to see the rest of me. To take the rest of me. I glanced down at his cock and saw that it was hard again, just like earlier when I gave him the blowjob. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

I reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and let it fall down my arms and to the floor. I knew that my nipples and areolas were visible through my garment top and giggled as Jake stared at them. I quickly pulled my top off, exposing my breasts to him for the first time and giggled as he inhaled sharply.

"Really?" I asked with a little laugh. "They're nothing special. Kinda tiny, actually."

"They're yours and that's all I care about," Jake said as I took a step towards him and climbed onto his lap.

As I instantly felt his cock pressing into my groin, I grabbed Jake's hands, raised them up to my chest, and placed them on my chest. I let out a little moan at feeling somebody touch my breasts for the first time, especially as he started to squeeze them.

"Oh my gosh," he said as I let go of his hands and he continued to squeeze my breasts. "Can I use my mouth on them?"

"Baby, you can use your mouth...fingers...cock...anywhere and everywhere on my body," I told him as I instinctively started to roll my hips, pressing my groin against his cock.

Jake immediately moved one of his hands off my breast and leaned forward until his lips pressed against my nipple. He parted his lips to get my nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it. I moaned as the pleasure of him sucking went through my body.

"Oh baby," I moaned again, wrapping my arms around his head and keeping him close to me.

He flicked his tongue against my nipple, then moved to the other breast, sucking and licking on that one.

He looked up at me as I closed my eyes, lightly moaning. With no warning, Jake moved his hands down to my hips and turned us around, so that I was lying flat on the bed. We kissed again as we moved up on the bed and I was excited as I knew that the moment I had been wanting for years was happening.

Jake pushed himself up with one hand on the bed, holding himself up as we continued to kiss, and he moved his other arm down until his hand was hovering above my groin.

"Take them off," I breathed between kisses, needing his touch.

Jake hooked his fingers into my garment bottoms and started to tug them down. I lifted up my hips and used my feet to help, until I was completely nude under him. He wasted no time in touching my vagina with his hand, using his fingers to feel around, trying to figure out what to do.

I leaned my head back against the pillow under me, pulling away from his head, and moaned loudly as his finger found the entrance to my pussy, and pushed inside.

"Wow," he said, looking down at my groin, watching his finger moving in and out. "You're so wet."

"I'm so ready for you," I told him.

Jake stared into my eyes as I said it again and he nodded his head. I looked down and watched as he pulled his finger out of my pussy and wrapped his hand around his cock.

"Wait," I said, as he lined his cock up with me. He stopped moving, looking at my face, worried about why I told him to wait. "I love you, Jake."

"I love you, Kaylee," he said as he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was deep, passionate, everything I wanted from my husband.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt pressure from the tip of his cock spreading my pussy lips apart and fully ended the kiss as he pushed all the way into me. "Oh my gosh," I groaned as I felt my insides being stretched out.

"Are you OK?" he asked as he held himself there, looking down at the look of pain on my face.

"Oh my gosh. You're a lot thicker than my finger is," I told him. "Give me a second. It does feel good."

Jake leaned down and started to kiss my neck, moving his lips all over it. He eventually started to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me. I kept my eyes shut, enjoying the pleasure, but also trying to get used to it.

As he got used to it and I didn't react negatively to what he was doing, Jake pushed himself above me again and started going hard and fast. I could feel myself starting to loosen, his cock more easily sliding in and out, and the pleasure increasing as the pain decreased.

I could hear his moans getting louder as he slammed into me and the way his breathing was reminded me of when we were in his car earlier. As I started to wonder what a man's orgasm was like, Jake pushed deep inside, his groin slamming against mine, and groaned as he started to orgasm. I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he climaxed, and moaned deeply as his cum filled.

"Oh my gosh," Jake moaned as he slowly started to move back and forth again. "I'm sorry if that hurt."

"It did for a minute, but it felt amazing by the end," I told him as he slowly started to go limp and pulled out of me. I quickly reached over for a tissue on the nightstand, and used it to wipe my groin. As Jake lay flat on the bed, trying to catch his breath, I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, having been told to use it after sex and to make sure I wasn't bleeding, something I was told could happen.

In the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out if I felt or was any different. I had built this moment up for so long in my head and now that it was here, I only had two thoughts. I loved how it felt and I wanted more. I quickly used the toilet and wiped myself clean before exiting the bathroom and going back to Jake, who was still lying naked in the bed.

"Stop," Jake said as I walked towards him and I instantly did, a little confused. I asked him why, and he replied, "I just wanted to look at you. You're beautiful."

I blushed and did a slow spin for him, letting him soak in my naked body, one sculpted from years of dancing. My blonde hair flowed easily behind me, a little more messed up from the activities of the day and night. After spinning, I climbed onto the bed and kissed Jake. "That felt so good."

He agreed with me as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I slowly melted into his body as our hands explored each other and we spent the next little while just like that, until we both started to fall asleep. We managed to get our garments back on before we closed our eyes for the night, sleeping together as husband and wife.

I woke up before my alarm, heart already racing like my body knew before my brain had time to catch up. I rolled over in my bed and stared at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 4:21 in the morning. My alarm was set for 4:55. I'm pretty sure the last time I looked at the clock, it was almost three. I blinked my eyes a few times, then rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My heart was pounding. Butterflies in my stomach. Every scenario running through my head, some good, mostly bad.

Today was my wedding day.

I was waking up as Kaylee Callister. And going to bed as Kaylee Harmon.

I was excited. I've been waiting over two years for this day. I wanted nothing more than to marry Jake.

I took a deep breath, then started to run through the schedule in my mind.

Alarm at five. Quick shower and breakfast. Hairdresser was coming over at six. Half an hour to do my hair, then out the door at 6:45 with my mom and sister to drive to Salt Lake City. Two hours to Salt Lake City, meeting my other sister there, who had already checked into a hotel room the day before. Put on my dress in the hotel room and do makeup. Be at the Temple at ten, sealing at 10:30. Finished by eleven, leaving an hour for pictures before meeting the family for lunch.

Jake and I would then drive back home to Malad City, where our reception was scheduled at six. Two hours for the reception, then an hour drive to Logan, Utah, where we were spending our first night as husband and wife.

And that was just today.

Jake was already in Salt Lake City, a ball of nerves as well. I had thought about staying with him, but we both knew that the temptation would have been too much to resist. I was so ready to be married to him, and not just to say that I was finally his wife.

I rolled around for a bit, hoping for just a few more minutes of sleep before I gave up and got out of bed. I refused to look at myself in the mirror before climbing into the shower. Once in there, I let the warm water run over my body and help wake me up.

As I used a washcloth to clean my body, I couldn't help but think that when I showered the next day, Jake would be with me. In the shower. Touching me.

That thought had an immediate effect on me and I smiled at our plans once we got to Logan after our reception.

After I was done in the shower and dried off, I went back into my room and put on my garments, the sacred underwear of my faith, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I had just started wearing them a few weeks ago, after going through the Temple for the first time. I had grown up dancing my entire life and was used to wearing a lot less modest clothing. Crop tops, spaghetti-string summer dresses, shorts that always made the old ladies in my church ward blush and the guys shake their heads.

Part of me enjoyed showing myself off, but I also was glad for the covenants I made with my Heavenly Father and I was pretty excited that Jake would be the first and only guy to fully see and help me learn more about my body.

I pulled on a white bathrobe, with Mrs. Harmon stitched onto it, a gift from my bachelorette party to celebrate my soon-to-be last name, then walked downstairs in my parents' house to make myself some breakfast.

By the time my hairdresser was knocking on the door, I had changed into yoga pants and a t-shirt that said "Bride" on it. Lexie was the mother of a girl in a dance class I taught and I was so impressed by the hair she did for her daughter for a competition, that I asked her to do my hair for my wedding.

As I sat down in my room, mirror in front of me, and Lexie behind me, she started to comb my blonde hair that went down to my shoulder blades, and asked, "So, how did you and Jake meet?"

I laughed a little before saying, "We've actually known each other forever. His family moved into our church ward when I was nine. He's a year older than me, but we seemed to always be in the same group, somehow, either at school or church."

"Oh really? So you two dated for a while?" she asked as she started to style my hair.

"We started dating when I was a junior and he was a senior in high school. But, he went on a mission right after he graduated, so we were apart for the last two years, until he got home three months ago," I explained to her.

"Oh yeah? Been planning the wedding this entire time? It must have been pretty hard to have him gone," she said, using a curling iron on some parts of my hair. "But sounds like there was no hesitation."

"It sucked. Like, I knew that he was out doing good, serving the Lord, but yeah, I missed him. And yes, planned the wedding the entire time," I responded. “It always just felt like it was going to be him.”

"That's awesome," Lexie said, half-paying attention as she focused on my hair.

It didn't take Lexie very long to do my hair, as I just wanted something simple and comfortable. I loved it when she was done and couldn't stop thanking her as she left, with my mom, my sister and I out the door behind her. We double-checked that we had all of the bags and items I would need, then started the drive to Salt Lake, five minutes ahead of schedule, just as Jake was waking up and sending me a good morning text.

"Good morning, Kaylee! I love you! I cannot wait to see you today!"

We got to the hotel where my other sister was waiting for us, cranked up the music, and spent the next hour getting ready. We arrived at the Temple ten minutes early, meeting Jake, his family, and my dad there. I hugged and kissed Jake as we walked, hand-in-hand inside the Temple.

I had been inside the Temple plenty of times, but this was my first visit to the Salt Lake Temple. I had done just about anything you could do in there, including attending a few sealings, so I was prepared and excited for what was to come.

The sealing ceremony was amazing, filled with love and faith. I loved all the religious symbolism involved and cried as I went through it. After the officiant pronounced us as married, we leaned over the altar we were kneeling at, and kissed, a kiss I didn't want to end.

When the ceremony was done, Jake, me, and our fathers went into a little side office to sign the paperwork. We all hugged afterwards and went our separate ways, to change out of our Temple clothes and into my wedding dress and his suit.

I was glad that I had picked out a simple wedding dress, as I easily slipped it on over my garments and my mom helped to smooth it out and make sure it wasn't bunched up anywhere.

I stepped in front of the full-length mirror they provided for brides and smiled at myself, loving how the dress fit me. Clean white, a modest straight neckline, and soft sleeves that puffed out at the shoulders, it fit closely at the waist and hips and fell straight to the floor, with a small train at the end.

It had no lace and no sparkles. It was simple, plain, and just right for me. As I turned in the mirror, I did notice the one feature that the dress did highlight...my butt. It wasn't hard to notice it in the dress.

I hugged my mom, told her I loved her and thanked her for her help before she left the dressing room to go meet the rest of the family outside the Temple. When I was ready, I walked out of the room, and was escorted to where Jake was waiting for me. His smile was huge when he saw me in my wedding dress for the first time.

"You are so beautiful," he said into my ear as we hugged. "That dress is amazing."

"Thank you," I said. I looked around briefly, looking at the Temple workers that were helping us, then whispered in his ear, "I cannot wait for you to take it off me."

A few minutes later, in the tradition of the LDS Church, we walked out of the Temple, being greeted by cheers, clapping, and screaming from our family and friends that had made the trip from Malad City. We hugged everybody as our photographer took pictures, then spent the next hour taking pictures of just us all over the Temple grounds before we met everybody for lunch.

After lunch, we said goodbye to everybody, promising to meet them again in Malad City, for our reception. We watched as everybody got into their cars and drove off and when they were all gone, I ran and jumped into Jake's arms, squealing as he picked me up and spun us around. When he sat me down, we kissed, passionately, full of love, our first real kiss as husband and wife.

"Are you ready?" I asked as we ended the kiss, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders.

"I am so ready," he said with a smile.

I grabbed his hand with mine and we walked towards his car, where he helped me into the passenger seat before he went to get into the driver's seat.

"Did you find somewhere?" I asked him as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"I did," he answered, pulling into the parking lot. "Should take about five minutes to get there."

I kept my hand on his leg as he drove us around the city before pulling into somewhere that looked private and parked the car. While we had planned out the day with our families, we had made one little change to them, without telling anybody.

"Ten minutes?" I teased him as I undid my seat belt and moved to kneel on my seat.

"Probably won't even take five," he said with a little laugh as he also undid his seat belt.

Since Jake had returned from his mission three months ago, we not only had been getting ready for the wedding but we had been getting ready to lose our virginity to each other. The most we had ever done was kiss. And while our hands stayed where they should, our brains and words did not.

Neither one of us had dared to watch any porn, not wanting it to cloud our minds, but we spent plenty of time reading what to do online and talking to our married friends and siblings, hopefully enough that we wouldn't be totally clueless.

I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth, as he moved his hand to the side of my face, holding me in place. When we pulled away, we stayed close, as I looked down at his groin. I had seen Jake hard on a few occasions, usually when I was wearing a bikini or after a heavy make out session. The last few times it had happened, I had wanted to reach out and touch but knew better.

Not today.

While Jake watched my every movement, I moved my hand over to his groin and placed it on top of the bulge pushing his slacks out. I was immediately struck by just how hard it was, expecting it to be a little softer. After slowly moving my hand up and down it a few times, getting a sense for how long he was, I moved my hands to his belt and started to undo it.

"Are you OK?" I asked with a little giggle as I saw Jake's body stiffen and could hear his breathing starting to change.

"Yeah, of course. Just, you know, trying my best to stay calm," he managed to say as his eyes were glued to watching me as I undid the button on his slacks and pulled the zipper down, my fingers brushing across his cock for the first time.

I pulled his slacks apart enough that I could see the outline of his cock through the white Temple garments he had on and was anxious to see more, but wasn't quite sure how. For some reason, we had never talked about this part, just what would happen or could potentially happen, once he was exposed. I knew there was some sort of opening, but I wasn't sure what to do.

"So..." I questioned, not wanting to be too awkward.

Jake looked at me for a second, saw my hesitation and me looking around, then said, "Oh, let me help."

This time, I watched as he reached down with his hands and pulled a little flap to the side on his garments with one hand, then pulled his cock out with the other.

I had thought about this moment for a long time. What I would do when I saw a penis in person, for the first time. It was hard. Long. Thick. I had felt it pressed up against me a few times or pressing against his shorts, so I wasn't too surprised. But still...here it was. Waiting for me.

I reached out my hand for it, needing to feel it, to touch it, as I tried to remember everything I had been told or read to do. Don't grip it too tightly or lightly. Don't rub too quickly or too slowly. Listen to his moans and cues to see what works and what he likes. Let myself enjoy it.

We both watched as I slowly circled my fingers around his shaft and let them rest softly on it. I smiled, especially when Jake let out a moan, and watched as I saw the skin on his hard shaft, stretched tight, moving as I moved my hand up and down.

"How does that feel? Too hard?" I asked him, wanting to do a good job for him.

"So good. So good. I'm not going to last," Jake moaned, closing his eyes and I could tell it seemed like he was holding back.

We had talked about this. We knew that the first few times, he might finish fast. It was part of the reason why we were doing this now, in the hope that maybe he would last longer tonight. But, because of where we were and what he was wearing, we also knew that we only had one option to finish and hopefully prevent a mess.

And we honestly didn't know which one of us were more excited for it.

I leaned down, glancing up at Jake and saw him staring at me. I opened my mouth, again trying to remember everything I had learned. Take it slow. Watch my teeth. It'll feel weird at first. Don't overreact or overthink it.

I closed my lips around his tip, instantly tasting his precum for the first time. I had been warned that some tasted gross, some was too salty, others loved it. I loved it. I wanted more. I also felt the awkwardness of it. Was I supposed to suck now? Just move my head? How was I supposed to avoid using my teeth with how thick he felt?

After a few seconds, I did remember that I should keep my hand moving. I rewrapped it around his shaft and started to stroke him as I sucked with my mouth, hoping I was doing it right. And good enough.

I didn't have to wait long to figure out if I was doing a good job, as it only took a few moments of me sucking and stroking him before he started to orgasm. I heard him trying to warn me, but he could only moan, as I felt his cock pulsing in my hand, and jumped a little when the first shot of cum came out of his tip and hit the back of my throat.

"Oh yes," Jake moaned as I froze, my hand no longer moving, and my lips staying wrapped around his tip. His cum continued to shoot out, going over my tongue, and hitting my throat as I swallowed it down.

When he was done, Jake took a deep breath and released it. I slowly unwrapped my lips from his tip and sat back up, a satisfied smile on my face.

"Wow," he said as he leaned back in his seat, making me giggle.

"Yeah? That good?" I asked, still watching his cock as it slowly started to shrink.

"You have no idea. I can't believe how good that felt," he responded.

I opened up the glove box in front of me, pulled out a tissue, and used it to wipe off Jake's cock before I helped him get his slacks back on. I moved back in my seat so that I was sitting down, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.

"Are you OK to drive?" I said with a little laugh, watching as Jake tried to compose himself.

Jake took another deep breath before saying, "Yeah, I am. Just needed a second."

I reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it to me. Jake watched as I placed his hand on my left breast, over my wedding dress, and pressed it to me. "Just think, you'll get these tonight."

Jake leaned over and kissed me, softly squeezing my breast, and making me moan into his mouth. "We better get going then," he said as he pulled his lips away from mine.

As we made the drive back up to Malad City, we talked about our Temple experience, how we felt, and what we would remember the most from it. We also talked about the blowjob and I told him, "Is it crazy that doing that to you made me wet? Like, I'm a little worried that I might have to change when we get to the reception."

"Not crazy at all. Must mean that you enjoyed it," he responded.

"Yes, I did," I confirmed.

The reception we had was amazing, straight out of my dreams, even if it felt like the entire town had come out to stand in our line and wanted to talk for a bit. It was about halfway through the line that I just wanted to start telling people, "Thank you for coming. I'm nineteen and extremely horny. Please go."

The line finally died down around thirty minutes to go, just enough time to do our first dance, the father/daughter dance, and throw my bouquet. When my best friend caught it, I immediately eyed her boyfriend and told him that we were going to have a talk when I returned from my honeymoon.

To end the reception, everybody lined up outside and blew bubbles at us as we ran through it. Jake opened up the door to his car for me, my sister helped me get my dress in the car, and we were off, waving goodbye to everybody.

"Oh my gosh! That was exhausting," I said, taking a deep breath and relaxing in the seat as Jake drove.

"No kidding. Especially with knowing what we did before and what will happen next," Jake responded.

That thought made me sit up and put my hand on his leg. "There were a few times where I wished you and I could have just snuck off to an empty room for some fun."

"Give me forty-five minutes and we'll be in a private room with no worries of anybody interrupting us and we'll have fun all night long," Jake said as I brushed my hand across his groin.

When we arrived at the hotel in Logan, I let Jake go inside to check us in and get our key, kind of hoping I wouldn't have to go through the lobby in my wedding dress. As I watched Jake checking us in through the windows of the lobby, I started to get really excited for what was to come. By the time Jake walked back to the car, I knew I was ready.

"There's a side entrance we can go through, one flight of stairs and we'll be right at our room, if that's ok," Jake said as he got back into the driver's seat.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

A few moments later, Jake had parked the car and was carrying our bags up to the room, refusing to let me carry one.

We entered the room and did a quick walkthrough to make sure nothing was wrong. When we were satisfied, I met Jake in the middle of the room, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss me.

"Hello, wife," he whispered as we slowly pulled our lips away from each other, our faces still touching.

"Hello, husband," I responded, a giant smile on my face. We held each other for a few minutes, just swaying back and forth in the dark, quiet hotel room. "Are you just going to hold me all night? Or is there something else you want to do?"

Jake giggled and said, "Oh, there's so much I want to do."

We started to kiss again, this time walking back towards the bed. I helped him to slip off his suit jacket, pulled his tie apart, then started to undo the buttons holding his shirt together. As we kissed, we stripped off his clothes, including his garments, until he was completely naked and his half-hard cock was pressing against me.

"Sit down," I said as I took a step back from him. He sat down on the bed and stared at my body, nearly salivating at what he knew was coming next.

I smiled at him as I grabbed a sleeve of my wedding dress and slowly pulled my arm out of it, followed by the other. I laughed as I started to pull the dress down my body and asked, "What are you so excited about? You've seen me in bikinis before. And some pretty skimpy dance outfits."

"I know. And you have no idea how many times I've imagined what the rest looks like," he responded.

When the dress was at my feet, I carefully stepped out of it, picked it up from the floor, and laid it across the dresser before turning back to Jake. I stood in front of him, wearing only my white bra and my white Temple garments, and was ready for him to see the rest of me. To take the rest of me. I glanced down at his cock and saw that it was hard again, just like earlier when I gave him the blowjob. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

I reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and let it fall down my arms and to the floor. I knew that my nipples and areolas were visible through my garment top and giggled as Jake stared at them. I quickly pulled my top off, exposing my breasts to him for the first time and giggled as he inhaled sharply.

"Really?" I asked with a little laugh. "They're nothing special. Kinda tiny, actually."

"They're yours and that's all I care about," Jake said as I took a step towards him and climbed onto his lap.

As I instantly felt his cock pressing into my groin, I grabbed Jake's hands, raised them up to my chest, and placed them on my chest. I let out a little moan at feeling somebody touch my breasts for the first time, especially as he started to squeeze them.

"Oh my gosh," he said as I let go of his hands and he continued to squeeze my breasts. "Can I use my mouth on them?"

"Baby, you can use your mouth...fingers...cock...anywhere and everywhere on my body," I told him as I instinctively started to roll my hips, pressing my groin against his cock.

Jake immediately moved one of his hands off my breast and leaned forward until his lips pressed against my nipple. He parted his lips to get my nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it. I moaned as the pleasure of him sucking went through my body.

"Oh baby," I moaned again, wrapping my arms around his head and keeping him close to me.

He flicked his tongue against my nipple, then moved to the other breast, sucking and licking on that one.

He looked up at me as I closed my eyes, lightly moaning. With no warning, Jake moved his hands down to my hips and turned us around, so that I was lying flat on the bed. We kissed again as we moved up on the bed and I was excited as I knew that the moment I had been wanting for years was happening.

Jake pushed himself up with one hand on the bed, holding himself up as we continued to kiss, and he moved his other arm down until his hand was hovering above my groin.

"Take them off," I breathed between kisses, needing his touch.

Jake hooked his fingers into my garment bottoms and started to tug them down. I lifted up my hips and used my feet to help, until I was completely nude under him. He wasted no time in touching my vagina with his hand, using his fingers to feel around, trying to figure out what to do.

I leaned my head back against the pillow under me, pulling away from his head, and moaned loudly as his finger found the entrance to my pussy, and pushed inside.

"Wow," he said, looking down at my groin, watching his finger moving in and out. "You're so wet."

"I'm so ready for you," I told him.

Jake stared into my eyes as I said it again and he nodded his head. I looked down and watched as he pulled his finger out of my pussy and wrapped his hand around his cock.

"Wait," I said, as he lined his cock up with me. He stopped moving, looking at my face, worried about why I told him to wait. "I love you, Jake."

"I love you, Kaylee," he said as he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was deep, passionate, everything I wanted from my husband.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt pressure from the tip of his cock spreading my pussy lips apart and fully ended the kiss as he pushed all the way into me. "Oh my gosh," I groaned as I felt my insides being stretched out.

"Are you OK?" he asked as he held himself there, looking down at the look of pain on my face.

"Oh my gosh. You're a lot thicker than my finger is," I told him. "Give me a second. It does feel good."

Jake leaned down and started to kiss my neck, moving his lips all over it. He eventually started to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me. I kept my eyes shut, enjoying the pleasure, but also trying to get used to it.

As he got used to it and I didn't react negatively to what he was doing, Jake pushed himself above me again and started going hard and fast. I could feel myself starting to loosen, his cock more easily sliding in and out, and the pleasure increasing as the pain decreased.

I could hear his moans getting louder as he slammed into me and the way his breathing was reminded me of when we were in his car earlier. As I started to wonder what a man's orgasm was like, Jake pushed deep inside, his groin slamming against mine, and groaned as he started to orgasm. I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he climaxed, and moaned deeply as his cum filled.

"Oh my gosh," Jake moaned as he slowly started to move back and forth again. "I'm sorry if that hurt."

"It did for a minute, but it felt amazing by the end," I told him as he slowly started to go limp and pulled out of me. I quickly reached over for a tissue on the nightstand, and used it to wipe my groin. As Jake lay flat on the bed, trying to catch his breath, I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, having been told to use it after sex and to make sure I wasn't bleeding, something I was told could happen.

In the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out if I felt or was any different. I had built this moment up for so long in my head and now that it was here, I only had two thoughts. I loved how it felt and I wanted more. I quickly used the toilet and wiped myself clean before exiting the bathroom and going back to Jake, who was still lying naked in the bed.

"Stop," Jake said as I walked towards him and I instantly did, a little confused. I asked him why, and he replied, "I just wanted to look at you. You're beautiful."

I blushed and did a slow spin for him, letting him soak in my naked body, one sculpted from years of dancing. My blonde hair flowed easily behind me, a little more messed up from the activities of the day and night. After spinning, I climbed onto the bed and kissed Jake. "That felt so good."

He agreed with me as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I slowly melted into his body as our hands explored each other and we spent the next little while just like that, until we both started to fall asleep. We managed to get our garments back on before we closed our eyes for the night, sleeping together as husband and wife.

I woke up before my alarm, heart already racing like my body knew before my brain had time to catch up. I rolled over in my bed and stared at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 4:21 in the morning. My alarm was set for 4:55. I'm pretty sure the last time I looked at the clock, it was almost three. I blinked my eyes a few times, then rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My heart was pounding. Butterflies in my stomach. Every scenario running through my head, some good, mostly bad.

Today was my wedding day.

I was waking up as Kaylee Callister. And going to bed as Kaylee Harmon.

I was excited. I've been waiting over two years for this day. I wanted nothing more than to marry Jake.

I took a deep breath, then started to run through the schedule in my mind.

Alarm at five. Quick shower and breakfast. Hairdresser was coming over at six. Half an hour to do my hair, then out the door at 6:45 with my mom and sister to drive to Salt Lake City. Two hours to Salt Lake City, meeting my other sister there, who had already checked into a hotel room the day before. Put on my dress in the hotel room and do makeup. Be at the Temple at ten, sealing at 10:30. Finished by eleven, leaving an hour for pictures before meeting the family for lunch.

Jake and I would then drive back home to Malad City, where our reception was scheduled at six. Two hours for the reception, then an hour drive to Logan, Utah, where we were spending our first night as husband and wife.

And that was just today.

Jake was already in Salt Lake City, a ball of nerves as well. I had thought about staying with him, but we both knew that the temptation would have been too much to resist. I was so ready to be married to him, and not just to say that I was finally his wife.

I rolled around for a bit, hoping for just a few more minutes of sleep before I gave up and got out of bed. I refused to look at myself in the mirror before climbing into the shower. Once in there, I let the warm water run over my body and help wake me up.

As I used a washcloth to clean my body, I couldn't help but think that when I showered the next day, Jake would be with me. In the shower. Touching me.

That thought had an immediate effect on me and I smiled at our plans once we got to Logan after our reception.

After I was done in the shower and dried off, I went back into my room and put on my garments, the sacred underwear of my faith, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I had just started wearing them a few weeks ago, after going through the Temple for the first time. I had grown up dancing my entire life and was used to wearing a lot less modest clothing. Crop tops, spaghetti-string summer dresses, shorts that always made the old ladies in my church ward blush and the guys shake their heads.

Part of me enjoyed showing myself off, but I also was glad for the covenants I made with my Heavenly Father and I was pretty excited that Jake would be the first and only guy to fully see and help me learn more about my body.

I pulled on a white bathrobe, with Mrs. Harmon stitched onto it, a gift from my bachelorette party to celebrate my soon-to-be last name, then walked downstairs in my parents' house to make myself some breakfast.

By the time my hairdresser was knocking on the door, I had changed into yoga pants and a t-shirt that said "Bride" on it. Lexie was the mother of a girl in a dance class I taught and I was so impressed by the hair she did for her daughter for a competition, that I asked her to do my hair for my wedding.

As I sat down in my room, mirror in front of me, and Lexie behind me, she started to comb my blonde hair that went down to my shoulder blades, and asked, "So, how did you and Jake meet?"

I laughed a little before saying, "We've actually known each other forever. His family moved into our church ward when I was nine. He's a year older than me, but we seemed to always be in the same group, somehow, either at school or church."

"Oh really? So you two dated for a while?" she asked as she started to style my hair.

"We started dating when I was a junior and he was a senior in high school. But, he went on a mission right after he graduated, so we were apart for the last two years, until he got home three months ago," I explained to her.

"Oh yeah? Been planning the wedding this entire time? It must have been pretty hard to have him gone," she said, using a curling iron on some parts of my hair. "But sounds like there was no hesitation."

"It sucked. Like, I knew that he was out doing good, serving the Lord, but yeah, I missed him. And yes, planned the wedding the entire time," I responded. “It always just felt like it was going to be him.”

"That's awesome," Lexie said, half-paying attention as she focused on my hair.

It didn't take Lexie very long to do my hair, as I just wanted something simple and comfortable. I loved it when she was done and couldn't stop thanking her as she left, with my mom, my sister and I out the door behind her. We double-checked that we had all of the bags and items I would need, then started the drive to Salt Lake, five minutes ahead of schedule, just as Jake was waking up and sending me a good morning text.

"Good morning, Kaylee! I love you! I cannot wait to see you today!"

We got to the hotel where my other sister was waiting for us, cranked up the music, and spent the next hour getting ready. We arrived at the Temple ten minutes early, meeting Jake, his family, and my dad there. I hugged and kissed Jake as we walked, hand-in-hand inside the Temple.

I had been inside the Temple plenty of times, but this was my first visit to the Salt Lake Temple. I had done just about anything you could do in there, including attending a few sealings, so I was prepared and excited for what was to come.

The sealing ceremony was amazing, filled with love and faith. I loved all the religious symbolism involved and cried as I went through it. After the officiant pronounced us as married, we leaned over the altar we were kneeling at, and kissed, a kiss I didn't want to end.

When the ceremony was done, Jake, me, and our fathers went into a little side office to sign the paperwork. We all hugged afterwards and went our separate ways, to change out of our Temple clothes and into my wedding dress and his suit.

I was glad that I had picked out a simple wedding dress, as I easily slipped it on over my garments and my mom helped to smooth it out and make sure it wasn't bunched up anywhere.

I stepped in front of the full-length mirror they provided for brides and smiled at myself, loving how the dress fit me. Clean white, a modest straight neckline, and soft sleeves that puffed out at the shoulders, it fit closely at the waist and hips and fell straight to the floor, with a small train at the end.

It had no lace and no sparkles. It was simple, plain, and just right for me. As I turned in the mirror, I did notice the one feature that the dress did highlight...my butt. It wasn't hard to notice it in the dress.

I hugged my mom, told her I loved her and thanked her for her help before she left the dressing room to go meet the rest of the family outside the Temple. When I was ready, I walked out of the room, and was escorted to where Jake was waiting for me. His smile was huge when he saw me in my wedding dress for the first time.

"You are so beautiful," he said into my ear as we hugged. "That dress is amazing."

"Thank you," I said. I looked around briefly, looking at the Temple workers that were helping us, then whispered in his ear, "I cannot wait for you to take it off me."

A few minutes later, in the tradition of the LDS Church, we walked out of the Temple, being greeted by cheers, clapping, and screaming from our family and friends that had made the trip from Malad City. We hugged everybody as our photographer took pictures, then spent the next hour taking pictures of just us all over the Temple grounds before we met everybody for lunch.

After lunch, we said goodbye to everybody, promising to meet them again in Malad City, for our reception. We watched as everybody got into their cars and drove off and when they were all gone, I ran and jumped into Jake's arms, squealing as he picked me up and spun us around. When he sat me down, we kissed, passionately, full of love, our first real kiss as husband and wife.

"Are you ready?" I asked as we ended the kiss, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders.

"I am so ready," he said with a smile.

I grabbed his hand with mine and we walked towards his car, where he helped me into the passenger seat before he went to get into the driver's seat.

"Did you find somewhere?" I asked him as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"I did," he answered, pulling into the parking lot. "Should take about five minutes to get there."

I kept my hand on his leg as he drove us around the city before pulling into somewhere that looked private and parked the car. While we had planned out the day with our families, we had made one little change to them, without telling anybody.

"Ten minutes?" I teased him as I undid my seat belt and moved to kneel on my seat.

"Probably won't even take five," he said with a little laugh as he also undid his seat belt.

Since Jake had returned from his mission three months ago, we not only had been getting ready for the wedding but we had been getting ready to lose our virginity to each other. The most we had ever done was kiss. And while our hands stayed where they should, our brains and words did not.

Neither one of us had dared to watch any porn, not wanting it to cloud our minds, but we spent plenty of time reading what to do online and talking to our married friends and siblings, hopefully enough that we wouldn't be totally clueless.

I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth, as he moved his hand to the side of my face, holding me in place. When we pulled away, we stayed close, as I looked down at his groin. I had seen Jake hard on a few occasions, usually when I was wearing a bikini or after a heavy make out session. The last few times it had happened, I had wanted to reach out and touch but knew better.

Not today.

While Jake watched my every movement, I moved my hand over to his groin and placed it on top of the bulge pushing his slacks out. I was immediately struck by just how hard it was, expecting it to be a little softer. After slowly moving my hand up and down it a few times, getting a sense for how long he was, I moved my hands to his belt and started to undo it.

"Are you OK?" I asked with a little giggle as I saw Jake's body stiffen and could hear his breathing starting to change.

"Yeah, of course. Just, you know, trying my best to stay calm," he managed to say as his eyes were glued to watching me as I undid the button on his slacks and pulled the zipper down, my fingers brushing across his cock for the first time.

I pulled his slacks apart enough that I could see the outline of his cock through the white Temple garments he had on and was anxious to see more, but wasn't quite sure how. For some reason, we had never talked about this part, just what would happen or could potentially happen, once he was exposed. I knew there was some sort of opening, but I wasn't sure what to do.

"So..." I questioned, not wanting to be too awkward.

Jake looked at me for a second, saw my hesitation and me looking around, then said, "Oh, let me help."

This time, I watched as he reached down with his hands and pulled a little flap to the side on his garments with one hand, then pulled his cock out with the other.

I had thought about this moment for a long time. What I would do when I saw a penis in person, for the first time. It was hard. Long. Thick. I had felt it pressed up against me a few times or pressing against his shorts, so I wasn't too surprised. But still...here it was. Waiting for me.

I reached out my hand for it, needing to feel it, to touch it, as I tried to remember everything I had been told or read to do. Don't grip it too tightly or lightly. Don't rub too quickly or too slowly. Listen to his moans and cues to see what works and what he likes. Let myself enjoy it.

We both watched as I slowly circled my fingers around his shaft and let them rest softly on it. I smiled, especially when Jake let out a moan, and watched as I saw the skin on his hard shaft, stretched tight, moving as I moved my hand up and down.

"How does that feel? Too hard?" I asked him, wanting to do a good job for him.

"So good. So good. I'm not going to last," Jake moaned, closing his eyes and I could tell it seemed like he was holding back.

We had talked about this. We knew that the first few times, he might finish fast. It was part of the reason why we were doing this now, in the hope that maybe he would last longer tonight. But, because of where we were and what he was wearing, we also knew that we only had one option to finish and hopefully prevent a mess.

And we honestly didn't know which one of us were more excited for it.

I leaned down, glancing up at Jake and saw him staring at me. I opened my mouth, again trying to remember everything I had learned. Take it slow. Watch my teeth. It'll feel weird at first. Don't overreact or overthink it.

I closed my lips around his tip, instantly tasting his precum for the first time. I had been warned that some tasted gross, some was too salty, others loved it. I loved it. I wanted more. I also felt the awkwardness of it. Was I supposed to suck now? Just move my head? How was I supposed to avoid using my teeth with how thick he felt?

After a few seconds, I did remember that I should keep my hand moving. I rewrapped it around his shaft and started to stroke him as I sucked with my mouth, hoping I was doing it right. And good enough.

I didn't have to wait long to figure out if I was doing a good job, as it only took a few moments of me sucking and stroking him before he started to orgasm. I heard him trying to warn me, but he could only moan, as I felt his cock pulsing in my hand, and jumped a little when the first shot of cum came out of his tip and hit the back of my throat.

"Oh yes," Jake moaned as I froze, my hand no longer moving, and my lips staying wrapped around his tip. His cum continued to shoot out, going over my tongue, and hitting my throat as I swallowed it down.

When he was done, Jake took a deep breath and released it. I slowly unwrapped my lips from his tip and sat back up, a satisfied smile on my face.

"Wow," he said as he leaned back in his seat, making me giggle.

"Yeah? That good?" I asked, still watching his cock as it slowly started to shrink.

"You have no idea. I can't believe how good that felt," he responded.

I opened up the glove box in front of me, pulled out a tissue, and used it to wipe off Jake's cock before I helped him get his slacks back on. I moved back in my seat so that I was sitting down, the taste of his cum still on my tongue.

"Are you OK to drive?" I said with a little laugh, watching as Jake tried to compose himself.

Jake took another deep breath before saying, "Yeah, I am. Just needed a second."

I reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it to me. Jake watched as I placed his hand on my left breast, over my wedding dress, and pressed it to me. "Just think, you'll get these tonight."

Jake leaned over and kissed me, softly squeezing my breast, and making me moan into his mouth. "We better get going then," he said as he pulled his lips away from mine.

As we made the drive back up to Malad City, we talked about our Temple experience, how we felt, and what we would remember the most from it. We also talked about the blowjob and I told him, "Is it crazy that doing that to you made me wet? Like, I'm a little worried that I might have to change when we get to the reception."

"Not crazy at all. Must mean that you enjoyed it," he responded.

"Yes, I did," I confirmed.

The reception we had was amazing, straight out of my dreams, even if it felt like the entire town had come out to stand in our line and wanted to talk for a bit. It was about halfway through the line that I just wanted to start telling people, "Thank you for coming. I'm nineteen and extremely horny. Please go."

The line finally died down around thirty minutes to go, just enough time to do our first dance, the father/daughter dance, and throw my bouquet. When my best friend caught it, I immediately eyed her boyfriend and told him that we were going to have a talk when I returned from my honeymoon.

To end the reception, everybody lined up outside and blew bubbles at us as we ran through it. Jake opened up the door to his car for me, my sister helped me get my dress in the car, and we were off, waving goodbye to everybody.

"Oh my gosh! That was exhausting," I said, taking a deep breath and relaxing in the seat as Jake drove.

"No kidding. Especially with knowing what we did before and what will happen next," Jake responded.

That thought made me sit up and put my hand on his leg. "There were a few times where I wished you and I could have just snuck off to an empty room for some fun."

"Give me forty-five minutes and we'll be in a private room with no worries of anybody interrupting us and we'll have fun all night long," Jake said as I brushed my hand across his groin.

When we arrived at the hotel in Logan, I let Jake go inside to check us in and get our key, kind of hoping I wouldn't have to go through the lobby in my wedding dress. As I watched Jake checking us in through the windows of the lobby, I started to get really excited for what was to come. By the time Jake walked back to the car, I knew I was ready.

"There's a side entrance we can go through, one flight of stairs and we'll be right at our room, if that's ok," Jake said as he got back into the driver's seat.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

A few moments later, Jake had parked the car and was carrying our bags up to the room, refusing to let me carry one.

We entered the room and did a quick walkthrough to make sure nothing was wrong. When we were satisfied, I met Jake in the middle of the room, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss me.

"Hello, wife," he whispered as we slowly pulled our lips away from each other, our faces still touching.

"Hello, husband," I responded, a giant smile on my face. We held each other for a few minutes, just swaying back and forth in the dark, quiet hotel room. "Are you just going to hold me all night? Or is there something else you want to do?"

Jake giggled and said, "Oh, there's so much I want to do."

We started to kiss again, this time walking back towards the bed. I helped him to slip off his suit jacket, pulled his tie apart, then started to undo the buttons holding his shirt together. As we kissed, we stripped off his clothes, including his garments, until he was completely naked and his half-hard cock was pressing against me.

"Sit down," I said as I took a step back from him. He sat down on the bed and stared at my body, nearly salivating at what he knew was coming next.

I smiled at him as I grabbed a sleeve of my wedding dress and slowly pulled my arm out of it, followed by the other. I laughed as I started to pull the dress down my body and asked, "What are you so excited about? You've seen me in bikinis before. And some pretty skimpy dance outfits."

"I know. And you have no idea how many times I've imagined what the rest looks like," he responded.

When the dress was at my feet, I carefully stepped out of it, picked it up from the floor, and laid it across the dresser before turning back to Jake. I stood in front of him, wearing only my white bra and my white Temple garments, and was ready for him to see the rest of me. To take the rest of me. I glanced down at his cock and saw that it was hard again, just like earlier when I gave him the blowjob. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

I reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and let it fall down my arms and to the floor. I knew that my nipples and areolas were visible through my garment top and giggled as Jake stared at them. I quickly pulled my top off, exposing my breasts to him for the first time and giggled as he inhaled sharply.

"Really?" I asked with a little laugh. "They're nothing special. Kinda tiny, actually."

"They're yours and that's all I care about," Jake said as I took a step towards him and climbed onto his lap.

As I instantly felt his cock pressing into my groin, I grabbed Jake's hands, raised them up to my chest, and placed them on my chest. I let out a little moan at feeling somebody touch my breasts for the first time, especially as he started to squeeze them.

"Oh my gosh," he said as I let go of his hands and he continued to squeeze my breasts. "Can I use my mouth on them?"

"Baby, you can use your mouth...fingers...cock...anywhere and everywhere on my body," I told him as I instinctively started to roll my hips, pressing my groin against his cock.

Jake immediately moved one of his hands off my breast and leaned forward until his lips pressed against my nipple. He parted his lips to get my nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it. I moaned as the pleasure of him sucking went through my body.

"Oh baby," I moaned again, wrapping my arms around his head and keeping him close to me.

He flicked his tongue against my nipple, then moved to the other breast, sucking and licking on that one.

He looked up at me as I closed my eyes, lightly moaning. With no warning, Jake moved his hands down to my hips and turned us around, so that I was lying flat on the bed. We kissed again as we moved up on the bed and I was excited as I knew that the moment I had been wanting for years was happening.

Jake pushed himself up with one hand on the bed, holding himself up as we continued to kiss, and he moved his other arm down until his hand was hovering above my groin.

"Take them off," I breathed between kisses, needing his touch.

Jake hooked his fingers into my garment bottoms and started to tug them down. I lifted up my hips and used my feet to help, until I was completely nude under him. He wasted no time in touching my vagina with his hand, using his fingers to feel around, trying to figure out what to do.

I leaned my head back against the pillow under me, pulling away from his head, and moaned loudly as his finger found the entrance to my pussy, and pushed inside.

"Wow," he said, looking down at my groin, watching his finger moving in and out. "You're so wet."

"I'm so ready for you," I told him.

Jake stared into my eyes as I said it again and he nodded his head. I looked down and watched as he pulled his finger out of my pussy and wrapped his hand around his cock.

"Wait," I said, as he lined his cock up with me. He stopped moving, looking at my face, worried about why I told him to wait. "I love you, Jake."

"I love you, Kaylee," he said as he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was deep, passionate, everything I wanted from my husband.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt pressure from the tip of his cock spreading my pussy lips apart and fully ended the kiss as he pushed all the way into me. "Oh my gosh," I groaned as I felt my insides being stretched out.

"Are you OK?" he asked as he held himself there, looking down at the look of pain on my face.

"Oh my gosh. You're a lot thicker than my finger is," I told him. "Give me a second. It does feel good."

Jake leaned down and started to kiss my neck, moving his lips all over it. He eventually started to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me. I kept my eyes shut, enjoying the pleasure, but also trying to get used to it.

As he got used to it and I didn't react negatively to what he was doing, Jake pushed himself above me again and started going hard and fast. I could feel myself starting to loosen, his cock more easily sliding in and out, and the pleasure increasing as the pain decreased.

I could hear his moans getting louder as he slammed into me and the way his breathing was reminded me of when we were in his car earlier. As I started to wonder what a man's orgasm was like, Jake pushed deep inside, his groin slamming against mine, and groaned as he started to orgasm. I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he climaxed, and moaned deeply as his cum filled.

"Oh my gosh," Jake moaned as he slowly started to move back and forth again. "I'm sorry if that hurt."

"It did for a minute, but it felt amazing by the end," I told him as he slowly started to go limp and pulled out of me. I quickly reached over for a tissue on the nightstand, and used it to wipe my groin. As Jake lay flat on the bed, trying to catch his breath, I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, having been told to use it after sex and to make sure I wasn't bleeding, something I was told could happen.

In the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out if I felt or was any different. I had built this moment up for so long in my head and now that it was here, I only had two thoughts. I loved how it felt and I wanted more. I quickly used the toilet and wiped myself clean before exiting the bathroom and going back to Jake, who was still lying naked in the bed.

"Stop," Jake said as I walked towards him and I instantly did, a little confused. I asked him why, and he replied, "I just wanted to look at you. You're beautiful."

I blushed and did a slow spin for him, letting him soak in my naked body, one sculpted from years of dancing. My blonde hair flowed easily behind me, a little more messed up from the activities of the day and night. After spinning, I climbed onto the bed and kissed Jake. "That felt so good."

He agreed with me as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I slowly melted into his body as our hands explored each other and we spent the next little while just like that, until we both started to fall asleep. We managed to get our garments back on before we closed our eyes for the night, sleeping together as husband and wife.