Lauras Secret

Laura and I met shortly out of college. It was a blind date, and one that I didn't expect to go well because the friend who set us up was a bit of a prankster. But, when I saw her walk into the restaurant, I knew we were meant to be.

Maybe it was the way she walked, or the glowing smile on her face. Something about her just spoke to me in a way that no other woman had. Her laugh filled my soul as we talked, staying at our table well past the meal and dessert. The waitress had to force us out, but we didn't go home, opting for a walk in a nearby park that lasted until nearly dawn as we talked about our lives, our hopes for the future and our pasts. If soulmates exist, it was clear to anyone who saw us that she was mine.

Our first kiss happened on the third date. We were standing under a streetlight after spending the evening ice skating, and the night air grew thick as silence flooded our ears. She was looking at me with a desire I'd never seen in anyone else's eyes, and I knew I had to make the moment last.

Leaning in, I felt her lips meet mine and fireworks went off all around us. It might've been three minutes or three years, but it wasn't long enough. As she leaned back, her smile nearly brought me to my knees.

I thought that night would be the best of my life, but things only got better with each date and each kiss. We'd decided to take things slow. She'd been in a few relationships that had gone very bad and I wanted to make sure she was comfortable enough to confide everything in me and know that I wasn't like those other guys.

We'd been together about 3 months when she called me up late one night, asking me to come over. A noise from outside her apartment had scared her into calling the police, and it turned out one of her ex's had been trying to break in.

I arrived as the last patrol car was leaving, and she collapsed into my arms in tears as I came through the door. I didn't ask any questions, and she seemed to calm down as we sat on the couch watching TV. I would have been more than happy to just sit there all night, holding her as old episodes of I Love Lucy played, but a simple kiss on the forehead turned into a lot more.

We'd made out plenty of times, but the emotional charge in the air that night was more intense than anything we'd experienced. I felt her hand go up my shirt, and a moan from her as mine did the same told me I was doing something right.

She wasn't wearing a bra, having removed it hours before after getting home from work, and her breasts more than filled my hand as I massaged her chest. I took a chance, squeezing one of her nipples softly, and she smiled as she kissed me deeper.

I could feel the crotch of my jeans tightening, and she seemed to be aware of it as her hand moved down my chest, across my stomach and onto my groin. It was almost too much to take all at once, and I nearly lost it all when she unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. She stopped short of putting her hand in my underwear, but made sure some of the pressure was relieved all the same.

Moving her hand back up, she grabbed my shirt and pulled the bottom toward my head, breaking our kiss only long enough to take it off. Lifting her leg, she straddled me in a single motion, and I was surprised to feel the warmth between her legs radiating through her pajama bottoms and my boxers.

It was my turn to remove her shirt, and I nearly exploded when her breasts fell out in front of my face. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I heard her moan again and felt her hips press into me as she wrapped her arms around my body.

It had been months since I'd been with anyone, and I knew the pressure building inside me would need to come out sooner rather than later, but I wanted to make it last as long as possible. My hands explored her body, finding their way from her breasts to her back and down to her ass. Taking a chance, I slipped them into her shorts and felt her pull back slightly as she leaned down to kiss me again.

After making out for a few more minutes, I moved one of my hands around, keeping it inside her shorts and searching for her soft pussy. As my fingers found her opening I realized the warmth I'd been feeling was only a small taste of what was there, and I wasn't prepared at all for how wet she was.

She let out a loud moan as I moved my fingers inside her, first one, then another. I moved slowly and deliberately, massaging and focusing on keeping our lips together more than anything else. The whole time, she kept thrusting her hips into me, with the intensity growing as my fingers went deeper and deeper. Just when I thought it couldn't get more intense, a spray of liquid from between her legs told me she was getting off.

I could feel the warm ejaculate dripping through her shorts, onto my crotch. It was the first time a woman had ever squirted with me, and I wasn't sure what kind of reaction to expect from her. I thought, for a brief second, she might be embarrassed and I started trying to come up with something to say. Her smile as she leaned back, however, told me there was nothing to worry about.

She looked happier than I'd ever seen, and we weren't done yet.

As my hands came out of her shorts, her hands slipped into my boxers, wrapping around my erect penis. The combination of her cum and my pre-cum made it very slippery, and I could tell I wouldn't last very long.

Standing up, she pulled my pants down and dropped to her knees. Stroking my cock, she smiled up at me before lowering her head and putting her lips around the tip of my penis. Her tongue wrapped around the underside of my shaft as she moved up and down, and one of her hands assisted as the other grabbed my balls.

It wasn't long before I could feel the orgasm, and I was barely able to tell her I was cumming in time. Leaning back, she aimed my dick at her face and breasts as my load covered her mouth and chin. There was a lot more than I expected, probably due to how long it had been since I'd last gotten off.

Her cum-covered face smiling back up at me was the hottest thing I'd seen to that point, and I knew I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.

We spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch, falling asleep in each other's arms sometime before dawn. I woke to the smell of bacon, taking a moment to acclimate and remember where I was.

I found her in the kitchen, completely naked and making breakfast for the two of us. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, only then realizing I had morning wood. This didn't seem to bother her, as she turned around and kissed me. Her kiss was a little bit salty, and the picture of her face from the night before flooded back into my mind as I lifted her up and put her on the counter.

Pressing our bodies together as we kissed, I felt her moist opening brush against my dick and before I could help it I was deep inside her. She was bouncing up and down, partially on the counter, and we both forgot about the eggs and bacon in the pans next to us as we became lost in passion again.

I lasted a little bit longer, but she was so tight and wet that I didn't have much of a chance. She knew from the look on my face I was getting close, and pushed away just in time for my cum to splash out onto her pussy lips and the floor below.

Smiling, she kissed me and asked if I'd mind cleaning up the mess as she finished breakfast. More than happy to oblige, I grabbed a towel and bent down to wipe up our juices.

Breakfast was amazing, but we couldn't spend the whole day like that. We both had jobs, and I still had to run back to my house before going into work. One more kiss before I left nearly led to me just saying "screw it" and calling off, but she insisted we needed to be responsible adults regardless of how much we felt like teens.

Everyone at work could tell something was up with me, with my boss remarking on how happy I seemed to be. I didn't go into details, but most of them had a pretty good idea of what was up when I said I'd spent the night at Laura's apartment.

I found myself wanting to spend every waking minute with her over the next few weeks, and I started planning a proposal. I'd already been saving for a ring, but I wasn't completely sure that was what the savings would go for until that night.

For our six-month anniversary, I planned a weekend out in a cabin at one of the best parks in the state. We shared a love of the outdoors, though we didn't get enough chances to get out, and I wanted to do something different.

When I told her, she squealed with delight and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. By that point, we'd had sex plenty of times, so it wasn't a surprise when we wound up in her bed with her talking about how excited she was to go camping with me as she rode up and down my shaft.

A couple weeks later, we were in the car, heading up to the mountains for our first trip as a couple. I had everything planned out in my head, and I was hoping it would go half as well as I'd planned it.

Arriving in the late afternoon, we got settled in and I convinced her to go hiking with me, promising a special surprise. The birds were singing all around us as we walked, and I was trying to keep my nervousness from showing as we made our way to the lookout I'd scoped a month prior.

As we reached the summit of the trail, the sun was starting to set on the horizon. I couldn't have planned it better as the few clouds in the sky lit up in a golden hue. The look on her face said exactly what I needed to hear, and I went down on a knee as I pulled the small box from my pocket.

She didn't even have to speak, the tears and smile made me swell up inside. Hearing "yes" was just icing on the cake. Like the first time we kissed, time stopped.

The rest of the weekend was full of lovemaking and dreaming about the wedding we were going to have. She confessed that she'd been planning it in her head for a while, and she had started wondering what was taking me so long to propose.

We weren't ready to leave on Sunday evening, but the thought of everything the coming months would bring helped us cope with packing and making our way home.

My brother was my best man, and her sister was her maid of honor as we celebrated our love a few months later. She wanted a big ceremony, but not too big, and we managed to book a venue near the place I proposed so we could re-enact the event for our friends and family (she wanted to show off how romantic it was to her parents).

We each wrote our own vows, and I could feel the tears rolling down my cheek as I lifted her veil and kissed her for the first time as my wife. Nothing could have made the moment any better, and we were on the way to the airport by the time the sun set that evening, heading to Alaska for our honeymoon.

Everyone thought we were crazy for picking someplace so cold to spend our first week as husband and wife, but the sight of the mountains and snow through the hotel window as we made love was unforgettable. We spent part of the week sightseeing, and even took a day-long excursion on a boat, but those things were secondary as we struggled to keep our hands off each other.

The whirlwind of passion lasted well into the first months of our marriage, but like all good things it slowed down as life became more mundane again. We bought a house shortly after returning from Alaska, and between work and upkeep on some things the realtor failed to mention, the time we had to spend together dwindled.

We were still madly in love, and the time we did get to dance between the sheets was amazing, but life has a way of sucking all the fun out of things.

We'd been married a couple of years, and things were still great, albeit not as hot as when we were newlyweds, when Laura approached me about a friend, Shawna, that she'd known in college needing a place to stay. I was a bit surprised as she'd only mentioned the woman a couple of times, and it didn't sound like they'd been all that close, but wanting to be the supportive husband, I agreed to have her stay with us.

As it turned out, they had been closer than Laura had let on, but had drifted apart after college when Shawna got into a relationship with a guy who turned into an absolute monster after they'd gotten married. Shawna had reached out a couple of days prior, from the hospital, asking Laura if we had an extra room.

After hearing all of that, I was more than on board, and even helped to move boxes so Laura and Shawna didn't have to be in the house with the guy alone.

The first couple of weeks were a bit weird. We'd gotten used to living alone, so having someone else in the house took some adjustment. Where I'd usually walk downstairs naked in the morning to get coffee, I now had to wear a robe, for instance.

We slowly found a new normal, and the inability to walk around the house with no clothes on even seemed to spice our love life up again.

By that point, I'd found a job working from home, and Laura was working a pretty normal schedule at a hospital downtown. Shawna was looking for work and would come and go through the day without much fuss.

She'd been there for a couple months, and I'd gotten so used to seeing her around the house, that I didn't think much of it when I found a bra laying in the middle of the hallway one morning. Assuming Shawna had dropped it after doing laundry, I picked it up and made my way to her room to return it.

After knocking and receiving no response, I assumed she wasn't home and opened the door. As I peered in, I found that not only was she home, but she had apparently decided to take a nap after putting her clothes away and was lying on the bed, half covered.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but stare. Sitting there in front of me was this beautiful woman, bare breasts hanging out, nipples pointing at the sky. I almost forgot why I'd walked in before coming back to earth and looking away. Tossing her bra on the bed, I turned around and walked back out.

My mind had an impossible time processing what I'd seen, let alone forgetting the image. I tried not to think about it, but the pressure in my groin grew to be too much to bear.

Going back to my own room, I shut and locked the door before stripping off my clothes and laying down in bed. Closing my eyes, the picture of her breast flooded in and I started stroking my cock. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself.

As I rubbed my shaft, I pictured Shawna going down on me, and it didn't take long for cum to start shooting out. Rope after rope covered my stomach and chest, even landing on my face as I embraced the powerful orgasm.

As I came down from the climax, a wave of guilt filled me. How could I jack off while thinking of my wife's friend? I vowed then and there it wouldn't happen again, before going to take a shower and clean up.

I tried my best to avoid Shawna for the next few days, but I didn't want things to be awkward. If either woman noticed anything, they didn't show it, and after about a week things seemed to be a little easier for me.

I'd all but forgotten about the incident a couple weeks later when Laura announced she would need to go out of town for a couple of days for a conference. It was an annual thing a few hours away, but it would be the first one she'd be attending since Shawna had moved in.

The night before she left, we made love like we hadn't seen each other in years. I didn't know what was up, but part of me assumed she was a little bit jealous that I would be home alone with another woman for any length of time and she wanted to make sure I wouldn't forget who I was married to.

She left the next morning after we'd all finished breakfast, and kissed me goodbye before giving Shawna an seemingly long hug.

After a quick shower, I logged into work and was in the middle of working on a project when Shawna peeked in my office to let me know she was heading out for a couple of job interviews.

Glad to have the house to myself, I finished what I was working on around lunchtime before deciding to take the rest of the day off and play some video games.

I spent the afternoon lost in my own world. I didn't get too many opportunities to slack off with the house to myself, so I wanted to take full advantage. I'd been playing for a few hours when I realized I was hungry and made my way to the kitchen for a snack.

As I walked down the hallway, a noise I didn't expect drew my attention to Shawna's bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and a buzzing sound could be heard on the other side. I was about to brush it off as my imagination, when a low moan joined the buzz.

I could have just walked away. Should have walked away. But my curiosity won out and I found myself peeking through the crack, trying to see what was going on.

I didn't have to look too hard.

Laying on the bed, completely naked, Shawna was using a vibrator on herself. One hand was moving the toy in and around her pussy opening while the other squeezed her breasts. Her head was back and her eyes were closed as she moved, writhing in pleasure.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and more so I couldn't believe what I was feeling as my dick was standing at attention, growing against my will and without my knowledge. Not really realizing what I was doing, I stuck my hand down my shorts and started stroking. It had been a long time since I'd seen anyone other than Laura naked, and especially someone as hot as Shawna.

I was trying to find the will to move, to go back to my room or to the kitchen like I'd originally planned, but just as I was on the verge of making that happen Shawna spoke my name. Not in a way like she'd seen me, but more like she was fantasizing. That was enough to push me over the edge, and I felt the cum pouring out into my shorts as I got off standing in her doorway.

The shock was enough to break the spell, and I hurried back to my room in a panic. I couldn't believe what I'd just done, and I knew how much more messed up it was than the first time.

I showered off and got dressed in something new, taking my time as I hoped Shawna would be done before I left the room again. When I did finally make my way to the kitchen, I found her door open and her room empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, I made my way downstairs to get something to eat.

I found Shawna sitting at the kitchen island snacking on chips. She was wearing some lingerie I hadn't seen before, and I couldn't help but think how Laura might not like the fact that her friend was in something so revealing at that moment.

I made some small talk and tried not to look as I heated up some leftovers, and made my way to the living room with my food as quick as I could. I had just started a movie when Shawna walked in and asked if she could join me. I couldn't think of a reason to say no, and she sat down on the couch only a few feet away.

I'd finished eating and was thinking about just going back to my room, but the couch was a lot more comfortable than the chair at my desk and I was soon dozing off.

I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep, but when I opened my eyes the credits were rolling and Shawna was sitting a bit closer than I remembered. It took a couple of minutes for me to fully grasp the situation, but I realized she was once again masturbating, using just her fingers this time, and her head was tossed back in ecstasy.

My dick grew hard again as I watched. I could see her nipples through her nightgown and my imagination was running wild.

I looked up and down her body a couple of times before realizing she had turned her head and was now watching me as she rubbed herself. It only took her a couple of minutes to notice my erection through my shorts, and with a smile she stood up and took off her gown before sitting back down and facing me, her hand still playing with her pussy.