How a stranger changed our lives

My name is Jennifer. I’m 37 years old, mother to two children, and married for 14 years. My husband who recently turned 40 is an attractive, intelligent, successful, and a terrific provider to our children whom he loves dearly. I’ve known my husband Christopher for close to 20 years now since meeting back when I was a freshman attending a big state university in the northeast.

I can honestly say on the surface and during most parts of every day, Chris and I have a normal American family life. We live on a lovely farm, ride horses and play tennis together, travel quite a lot, enjoy summer’s at our shore house, and we are close to our families and friends in the community. If you were an outsider looking in I’m completely sure you’d think we had as close to a perfect marriage as possible this day and age.

What people don’t realize about our relationship is that we’ve struggled sexually since an event that happened to us both many years ago now; before we were married and not long after we met. This is my first time actually writing about everything that happened, everything that ended up changing so many things for us.

When I met Chris he was in his last year of engineering and it was pretty much love at first site for me. He wasn’t tall compared to guys I had dated before him, but he played lacrosse for the university and so had his act together academically. I was dating his best friend Alex when I met him, and he was dating a girl named Leslie that had SLUT written all over her.

Alex and Chris lived together, and compared to Chris Alex was a boring guy. I thought Chris was so hot and fun…and I couldn’t stand Leslie after a while. On Friday’s I would leave my dorm room with my duffle bag packed and stay over Alex and Chris’s apartment almost every weekend. They both had lacrosse games on Saturday’s and would leave at like 5 am, and later after I woke up and wait for Alex to return, Leslie would stumble out of Chris’s bedroom and practically give me play by play of their sex the night before. Her rants drove me insane with jealousy, made me want Chris so badly, and caused me to despise Leslie.

I was a thin girl back when I was 18. I had no tits at all, still don’t, but I knew there was always something about my ass, stomach, and legs that a lot of guys liked. I had dated a lot leading up to college, had been having sex since I was 12 years old (I’ll write about that another time), and loved sex more than I should have I thought compared to other girls my age. For so many reasons I totally believed I was with the wrong guy and set off to use whatever qualities I did have to make Chris my guy.

By the time the first term was close to ending Chris knew I was crazy about him and we had several near ‘moments’ behind Alex and Leslie’s back. I schemed every way possible to get close to him and even began to tolerate waking up in the middle of the night to pee and hear Leslie moaning as Chris fucked her in his bedroom. It just meant that we were perfect for each other…so I thought…and I wanted to be her.

My first chance to spend time alone with Chris happened over our session break. Alex went home to Ohio, the dorms were to close down and he had asked Chris if I could stay at their apartment for 4 days until my Mom had a chance to come up and get me on Christmas Eve. Leslie had left for Richmond…and at last I was alone with her man…finally.

In reality I was an 18 year old freshman, Chris was a senior, and admittedly I was nervous to be there alone with him. I remember him coming in the apartment all excited, looking me in the eye and asking me in his sexy confident way, “Hey…its cold as shit out I know…but I want to go camping…wanna go with me”? I was too tingly and wanted to be so cool in front of him, so about a second later I blurted out “YES!” Even though I knew my Mom would kill me. Even though I knew Alex would break up with me if he ever found out.

Chris had this beat up black jeep CJ-7 and we loaded it for camping in like 20 minutes. He told me to bring all my warm clothes, and not a half hour later we were stopping at a food market to get cases of beer, hot dogs, lunch meat, cereal, and these plastic packs of firewood for the camp site. I couldn’t believe I was going up a mountain to a National Park in Chris’s jeep to camp for 3 nights.

That’s when it dawned on me for the first time…I would be sleeping in the same tent with the hottest guy I’ve ever known. Every thought from freaking out about Alex catching me to whether or not Chris brought condom’s crossed my mind in the 3 hour drive to the campsite.

To make a long story a little shorter…by the next afternoon Chris and I had done nothing but set up camp, sleep next to each other, hang out, hike, talk, smoke pot, drink beer, laugh, and grow really close. He was sexy, funny, hard working, and such a partier compared to Alex. He admitted that he didn’t really care much about Leslie, and I told Chris that I didn’t feel like Alex was right for me. The vibe between us was just incredible.

For whatever reason, maybe just to act really cool, Chris didn’t have a problem changing his clothes inside his tent in front of me…and I didn’t want to seem childish so I changed my clothes in front of him. I remember watching him in the glow of the lantern as he took his cargo shorts and shirt off and changed into his boxers. I watched as he bent over and I could see up his muscular ass and his balls and penis hanging between his legs…and I remember I practically passed out with lust. Chris had that laid back hippy thing down, had an amazing body, and it turned me on completely.

The next morning I returned the favor and changed my clothes in front of him. I remember how we just talked like everything was totally normal as I pulled my sweatshirt and sweatpants off my body and stood there in the tent naked in front of him.