European Vacation_(1)

First off, I want to tell you that the following story is almost completely true. I have only added a few spicy details where my memory of the actual events was a little hazy. I can’t really talk about it to anyone I know, so I decided to type it up and post it here.

My name is Serena. I’m a married 28 year old woman. I love my husband Derrick dearly, but he has a real problem with jealousy and gets mad at me when other men so much as look at me. He’s also a bit na? and prudish when it comes to sex. Needless to say, I am feeling sexually unfulfilled lately because there are a lot of things I fantasize about trying but will probably never get to do.

I am very happy with my body and love the attention I get from men because of it. I have a close male friend, Jerry, who is dreadfully head over heels in love with me. Because of this, he is prepared to do my bidding at the drop of a hat. I hate to say it, but I am addicted to the feeling of control and power this gives me.

Jerry and I both have online jobs, so we are in constant online chat all day almost every day. We spend a lot of time flirting innocently. He’s always there to make me feel better if I’m down – always telling me how hot I am in the pictures I email to him. He’s so smart and he just really gets me in ways that my husband Derrick doesn’t. Derrick knows about my friendship with Jerry and does not approve of it. Every time he finds out I’ve had any sort of contact with him, he flies off the handle and gets very depressed and angry. Although I am very attracted to Jerry, I have done all I can to assure Derrick that he is no threat to our marriage, but it doesn’t help. I am forced to maintain my internet friendship with him in secret to avoid Derrick’s wrath.

I have become very close with another man online lately, too. His name is Caine and he works with my husband. He has been to our house a few times and he and I hit it off very nicely. Besides being wonderfully handsome and nice, he’s also highly intelligent. He’s not as outright flattering to me as Jerry, but he is often more honest and less fawning… so I can go to him when I need an honest opinion and not just a pick-me-up compliment. He doesn’t seem to desire me sexually like Jerry does (though I swear I’ve caught his eye wandering down my shirt a few times), and he’s not afraid to hurt my feelings. The best thing about him is that Derrick is friends with him, too – so Derrick does not feel threatened by my friendship with him. It was actually a little rocky at first, but Caine and I both assured Derrick that all was ok and he stopped acting jealous about it – for awhile at least. I often confide things to Caine and no one else. Especially things regarding Derrick’s jealousy about Jerry. Caine has so far made good on his promise that whatever I tell him stays just between us. Oh, and I must mention here that when my husband falls asleep after an orgasm, I often finish myself off with fantasies involving Caine.
My husband and I planned a trip to Europe awhile back with Caine and another married couple we are friends with, Jennifer and Martin. Caine’s girlfriend couldn’t get the time off of work, so she had to stay behind, making Caine into the 5th wheel. As the date of the trip approached, I was chatting a lot with various friends online about things to do and see during the trip. I often chat with many people at once. I’ve always got separate windows up with Derrick, Jerry and Caine, all at the same time – but without them knowing.

So a couple of weeks before our trip, I was talking to Caine about some old church we wanted to visit along the way. I mentioned it to Jerry and he pasted a link to a picture of it into our chat. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but when I attempted to copy and paste that link into Caine’s window, my entire chat with Jerry appeared instead! I was horrified. Caine was polite and just said “oops” but I felt so awkward knowing that he had probably read my entire morning’s chat with Jerry . We are so familiar with each other due to our daily ritual of chatting, and this particular chat had some heavy flirting in it. Jerry had talked about how perfectly round my ass was and what he would do to it if I weren’t wearing my wedding ring. Knowing Caine’s promise not to tell Derrick about the things I have confided in him, I still couldn’t stop worrying that this was somehow going to get back to Derrick. I felt sick and couldn’t sleep for the next few nights.
Time passed and things seemed ok. Neither Caine nor I spoke of the incident and it seemed to have faded into the background. I was grateful for that, but I felt strangely suspicious. If I were Caine, I would not have let it go that easily. I still could not get it out of my head.

The date of our trip arrived and we all headed off to Europe for a few weeks. I’ll skip most of the details of the trip, because they are really unimportant to this story. The things that do matter are these: I slipped and mentioned Jerry in Derrick’s presence a few times along the way. I even bought Jerry a gift and tried to hide it, but Derrick went through my bag one day when he got back to the hostel before me. He asked me about it, and I told him the truth. Derrick was noticeably upset, but only he, Caine and I knew why. Jennifer and Martin didn’t really pick up on it. Now that worry started coming back to me. I really needed to talk to Caine to make sure we were on the same page regarding my secrets.

A couple of nights later, I found my opportunity. Caine stayed at the Hostel that evening while the other four of us went out to explore and have dinner. After dinner, Jennifer and Martin went separate ways to check out some shops they had seen that were open late. Derrick and I went for a walk on the waterfront and ended up getting in an argument over Jerry. He got me so mad, I told him I was going back to the Hostel and I didn’t want him to follow me. He said that was fine and that he wanted to be alone anyway – so we parted. He forgot that the hostel office only gave us two keys. Martin had one and I had the other. I was glad. Maybe being locked out for awhile would give Derrick the time he needed to think about his stupid problem.

When I got back to the hostel, I discovered Caine snoozing in the dark. There were four beds in our room, each separated by a gap of about a foot. His was in the far corner and mine was next to it – with Jennifer and Martin’s bed closest to the door. I plopped down on Jennifer’s bed just loud enough to wake him and then sighed deeply just in case the bed noise wasn’t enough.

“hello?” he said into the dark.

“Hi Caine. Feeling better? It’s Serena.”

“Oh, hi. Yeah, much better, thanks.”

I got right to the point and told him what was on my mind.

“Listen – remember all that stuff with Jerry? I’m still worried that you might change your mind and tell Derrick about it.”

Caine paused to take it in.

“Well, you don’t need to worry. It’s none of my business. You two need to work it out yourselves.” He said.

“I knew you would say that. And I know you are being honest – but I need more than that if I’m going to be able to stop worrying.”

“like what do you mean? A written contract?” he asked with a laugh.

“No. Definitely not. There can’t be anything in writing. How about some other sort of contract?”
I could sense he knew I had something in mind, but he didn’t know what.

“Can you give me a secret of yours, for collateral?” I asked coyly. “That would make me feel much safer about you knowing mine.”

At this point he turned very serious, sat up and looked directly at me in the darkness.

“No.” he said. “I will not speak of my secrets. Why don’t we create a new one between us. One that will bind us in secrecy to each other.”

My adrenaline started pumping and my nipples actually went hard. Whether he meant it this way or not, I now had visions of hot hot secret sex running through my head. Uncontrollably, my body lunged forward and draped over Caine as I pushed him back down onto his bed. Before he could react, I had scurried downward and was unbuttoning his fly. He adapted quickly to the situation and started massaging my scalp with his fingertips as I fished his quickly-hardening penis out of his shorts.

I swallowed his warm cock whole and slowly started sliding back and forth from the shiny tip to his soft, shaved balls. As I came back up to the tip, I realized that he isn’t circumcised. I’d never been up close and personal with a foreskin until this point. Using my lips, I pulled it over the head of his dick and stuck my tongue up inside – something I had fantasized about doing since I’d seen an uncircumcised penis in a magazine when I was young.