I've got a secret. Not a big, earth-shattering secret. If it were to ever come out, governments wouldn't collapse, monetary systems would still be stable, the sun would still rise. But it's a secret nonetheless.
To understand my story, you'd probably need to know a bit about me. I'm 41. I have a beautiful wife and two active young sons. My computer consulting business has been successful beyond my wildest dreams. We have a big, comfortable house in the suburbs, a Golden Retriever, a mini-van and my SUV. We attend church regularly, take 2 vacations a year, and head into Manhattan several times a month for an evening out. With all this going for me, why, you may ask, do I have anything to hide?
Mostly it has to do with Andrea. She is the perfect wife. Literally. She's 31, with clear blue eyes and honey-blonde hair that she has touched up every few weeks. She works out for two hours every morning, and has the best tits money could buy. Even after 2 pregnancies, she doesn't have an ounce of body fat. She's a fiend about her diet (and mine too, for that matter), never allowing fried food or sugar to pass her lips. Whenever she attends business functions with me, every head in the room turns in her direction. She is the wife everyone expects me to have.
Don't get me wrong. She's a terrific person and I do love her. We have a good life together. We even manage to have sex two to three times a week when I'm not away on business. But she doesn't turn me on. At least, not the way Lauren does. Who is Lauren? She's the woman I should have married. Lauren is my secret.
We first met twenty years ago in college. We were the only two people left relatively sober after my fraternity's "Winter Wonderland" beer bash. I was on keg duty, and didn't really get to drink too much. Lauren didn't like beer, so she'd brought her own wine coolers. Somehow, we'd ended up talking together on the porch of the frat house long after everyone else was passed out or having a drunken fuck-fest in one of the bedrooms.
We talked about so many things. We were both Northerners, and found winter in Florida to be strange. We talked about music and books. She was a Computer Science major, like me. She came from a modest background, like me. Our birthdays were two weeks apart; mine in July, hers in August. We both had part-time jobs off campus. She was a Junior. I was a Senior.
She was bright and articulate and funny. It seemed so natural when I finally kissed her. She let me slide my hand under her shirt to feel her mammoth tits straining against the satin of her bra. I got so hard so fast that I would have fucked her right there on the porch swing if she had let me. But she hadn't. She'd pushed me gently away and said with a knowing smile "There's time for that." And she was right.
We met as much as we could over the next few weeks. Sometimes we'd study together. Sometimes we'd grab a cup of coffee and just talk. Sometimes we'd do more than just talk. We'd lie in my bed in various states of undress. We'd kiss and caress. I finally got past the satin to experience those breasts. They were huge and full and soft. I'd let my tongue coax the nipples out, then suck them as if something might actually come out. Lauren would moan and whimper and I'd try to slip my hand down her panties, but she'd always stop me. "There's time for that."
Finally, one day in February, I was walking to class when I heard someone call my name. I turned to find Lauren waving at me and heading my way. "Dan, hi," she said when she finally caught up.
"Hey, Lauren. What's up?"
"I have a little something for you," she said. She slipped a small white envelope out of her Calculus book and handed it to me. "Open it in private," she said, eyeing my fraternity brother, Steve.
I felt like such an idiot. It was Valentine's Day. "I'm sorry," I said, sheepishly. "I don't have anything for you."
"That's okay," she replied with a sly grin. "You will. I've gotta run. I'll see you later." It was a statement, not a question. It was almost an order. It made me smile.
"Sure. See you later."
"So Dan the Man's a chubby-chaser?" Steve said when Lauren was out of earshot.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What do I mean? You know, you like the meaty ones."
"Meaty?"
"Come on, Danny Boy. I'm trying to be polite. She's not exactly slim and trim."
"You think Lauren's fat?"
"Not exactly fat, but she is pushing maximum density."
I turned to look at Lauren as she was walking away from me. Her hips were full, her bottom round. Her thighs were on the thick side. I knew first hand she had a few small rolls here and there. But none of it had ever bothered me. And as I watched her bottom swaying slightly as she walked, I started to feel that familiar sensation in my groin. I turned and started walking while I still could.
Steve caught up with me and said "Hey, man. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. It's just surprising, you know. That girl is just so different from Sandy, you know what I mean?"
I did know what he meant. Sandy was my ex. She was blonde and fit and was captain of both the women's tennis and swim teams. She was also a snotty, snobbish bitch. I'd finally broken up with her after she made fun of my parents' home and the fact that my father was a mailman. Lauren was different from Sandy in every way.
" 'That Girl' has a name, and it's Lauren." I grabbed the door to the computer lab and jerked it open. "I'll see you later, Steve."
"Dan..." Steve began, but the door just shut in his face.
I sat down at a computer terminal and pulled out the envelope Lauren had given me. There were lipstick marks at the seal. I smiled as I opened it. It was a simple Valentine's Day card with a big pair of lips on the front. Inside the printed message said "A Big Valentine's Kiss Just For You." Underneath it Lauren had written "It's Time. L." There was a business card from a motel close to campus. I turned it over and saw Lauren's handwriting. "6 o'clock. Room 18." I slipped the card back into my notebook. I would be there.
At the appointed hour I stood nervously in front of room 18. I knocked lightly. There was no answer. I checked the back of the card. Room 18. This was the right room. I knocked again, this time loudly. I heard footsteps coming towards the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Dan."
The door opened and there stood Lauren, wearing only a large black t-shirt. "Come on in. Did you knock before? I thought I heard something, but I was running the bath."
"Yeah, I did. I thought for a moment I was in the wrong place."
"Believe me, Dan," Lauren said shutting the door. "You're in the right place."
I looked around the room. It was a standard double room, clean, nice but nothing fancy. "How are you paying for this?" I asked.
"I pulled a couple of double shifts at work. I didn't want our first time together to be in my dorm or your frat room. I wanted some privacy."
"That's really sweet of you. Oh, and speaking of sweet, these are for you." I handed her the heart-shaped box of chocolates I'd brought.
Her face lit up. "Oh, Danny, that's so nice. You really didn't have to."
It was oddly moving. She was obviously a girl who wasn't used to getting presents. "I know I didn't have to. I wanted to."
She took the box and studied it. Then she put it on the table, and came close to me. She reached up and slipped her hand behind my head drawing me to her. Her lips were soft. Her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. I put my arms around her and ran my hands down her back to her bottom, then up again. Yes, there were rolls, but they didn?t put me off. I slid my hands under the shirt. She was wearing silky panties. I drew my hands up and over them, up to the flesh of her back. I kneaded and caressed her, as she drew my tongue into her mouth again and again.
I kept one arm around her and moved my other hand around the front of her. I felt the slight swell of her belly under the silk. I slid my hand over the front of her panties, my fingers tracing the outline of her mons. She pulled away and gasped slightly. Her cheeks were flushed. I took a step back.
"I want to see you," I said.
