Chapter 1

 

I’d read how some wives developed a “seven-year itch.” The article I’d read spoke of husbands taking intimacy for granted after a few years. And how sometimes a wife would just develop an itch for something, or someone, new. An itch that intensified until she is tempted to scratch it.

After reading the article I lived in fear of my wife scratching the itch I suspected was festering inside her. I loved my wife too deeply to ever take her for granted, but Amanda and I had been married for seven years.

The first time I’d seen Amanda, I’d fallen in love with her. Amanda says I’d just fallen in lust, but on this point, she’s wrong.

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Even the movements of her body were beautifully graceful and feminine. Amanda would just smile when I told her how beautiful she was, naïve of how others saw her.

My future wife stood a petite five foot two and weighed maybe ninety pounds with shiny black hair, a thin waist, and huge breasts. I had been attending a large business conference as a young assistant vice president when I’d first seen her.

“Hi, my name is Joshua,” I told her, sticking out my hand. “I think we should meet.”

“Amanda,” her smiling eyes had taken in my face and name tag at a glance. Her touch was electrifying. I was captivated. “Why should we meet?”

“Because I’m falling in love with you.” Even if true, it was still a cheesy line. Amanda’s eyes had snapped up to my face. She appeared ready for imminent flight.

“Why do you think you’re falling in love with me?” Amanda cocked her head to the side; her smile was slightly less guarded. She thought it was a joke. “You don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you,” I said. “I want to know everything about you.” Amanda dropped my hand.

“I’m not that interesting,” she said flatly. “Does this line work on other women, or did you pick me to try it out for the first time?”

“I’ve never said any of these things before,” I said, sensing I was losing her. I needed to save the situation. “I’ve never felt like this before. I feel as though I’ve been physically struck.”

I was being incredibly stupid. Nothing would scare a woman faster. Instead Amanda took a step back and considered me.

“Please,” I said. “Could we have coffee together? I promise I’m not a crazy stalker. You’ll be perfectly safe.” Amanda studied my name tag.

“Do you really work there?” she pointed at the company name.

“Yes… yes,” I said handing her a business card.

“You’re an assistant vice president?” she was looking at me again. “You’re too young.”

I told her about my background and the need the company had for what I did. I told her a little more about myself and how I became an AVP.

“How about that cup of coffee?” I asked again with a much more appropriate smile. Amanda’s face had changed as I’d talked, she no longer looked as though she was going to flee.

I was to be a speaker the following day. Amanda looked at her copy of the agenda and studied my nametag again.

“You’re one of the speakers tomorrow? In the general meeting?” she looked confused.

“Have coffee with me and when you go back to your office, you can show my card and the agenda to your boss. It’ll prove you made an important contact, and how smart he was to send you.” Amanda smiled back at me.

“Oh yeah, how important are you?”

“Well, don’t tell your boss everything, and this is a secret,” I leaned close to her ear. Her perfume was exhilarating. “If you think I’m important, then I am important.”

I looked around as though someone could be listening, before looking back at Amanda. “It’s a win-win.”

We skipped the afternoon sessions and sat in the hotel’s restaurant drinking coffee until I felt jittery. Amanda asked intelligent questions and listened carefully to my answers. She was smart and quick thinking.

That night we went on our first date. From that day forward, she was the only woman I ever wanted.

On our first date we ventured out into the city hosting the conference. We had dinner and talked. We talked long enough to make the restaurant staff visibly anxious. Not the most original date, but we were getting to know each other and exchanging life stories. When we returned to the hotel, I invited her to have one last drink in the bar.

“Let’s go to my room instead. There’s alcohol in the honor bar, and I’ll get some ice,” Amanda suggested. I’d just been hoping for a final drink in the bar, so I could get her number or email address. My heart had stopped beating.

“What would you like?” she bent to peer in the tiny refrigerator. Her ass was pointed toward me and I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection. “We have JD, beer, wine, are you looking at my ass, scotch?”

I almost missed it. I swallowed hard and said, “I’ll have a beer and your ass, please.”

Amanda handed me the beer. “So, you admit it, you were looking at my behind.”

“I’m sorry. Should I leave?” I put the beer on the coffee table and started to get up. Amanda shoved me back into the hard hotel couch and straddled my legs to sit on my lap facing me. She put her arms on either side of my head and smiled. Amanda was gorgeous.

“So, how was it?” she asked. I put my arms around her, still afraid of bursting the bubble I was in.

“How was what?” I asked stupidly.

“My ass. You were looking at my ass when I bent over. What’s the verdict?” her smile lit up the room for me.

“Perfect.”

“So, you’re still in love with me?” she asked.

“Even more,” I replied.

“I think you might be infatuated,” her mouth was getting closer.

“No, I’m in love.” Her puffy lips were so soft, I moaned when she pulled back and smiled before kissing me again.

She ran the tip of her tongue over my lips and then replaced it with the tip of her finger. She was smiling as she touched me. Amanda sighed when I caressed her full left breast and hard nipple. Then lifted it, as if judging its weight.

Only later did I discover my wife-to-be had very sensitive breasts. Not just her nipples. Even touching her breasts seemed to make her legs spread.

She kissed me more passionately and I tugged her blouse out of her skirt, so I could touch her velvety skin. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I unbuttoned her blouse, and we laughed when I couldn’t make my fingers work right.

She unfastened her bra in the front to show me her large, perfect breasts for the first time. They seemed pale against her olive coloring. Her large deep brown eyes were half closed, and I knew she was enjoying my admiration.

I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked softly, then caressed it with my tongue. My erection throbbed against her bottom. Amanda moved closer to me, on my lap, and reached behind herself to feel me. She moaned when I jerked again, this time in her hand.

I stood, easily holding her, my hands under her ass. Her skirt pulled all the way up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Amanda’s kisses grew more frantic as I walked us to the bedroom.

I sat her on the bed and knelt at her feet. I urged her to lie back and I ran my hand up her smooth tanned thighs. She lifted herself from the bed high enough for me to push her skirt up, exposing her small panties, the crotch was wet enough to make them transparent.

I hooked a thumb in a leg hole and pulled them aside, so I could lick Amanda’s pussy for the first time. She was waxed smooth. I was looking at, and tasting, what I still consider to be perfection.

Amanda groaned whenever my tongue touched her clitoris, and I concentrated on giving her as much pleasure as I could. I sucked her clit and its long hood into my mouth and licked her with small fast strokes until her thighs closed on my head and Amanda began to shake. I could feel her fingers in my hair and I could hear her muffled cries.

When her legs relaxed, I looked up at her. She was smiling down at me.

“Is this what you do on every first date?” she asked.

“Wait until you find out what I do on the second date.”

“What makes you think there’ll be a second date?” she asked.

“I’m willing to do what I just did, expecting nothing in return, until you agree to marry me,” I joked, half serious.

“Nothing in return?”

“Absolutely nothing. Unless you want to find out what else I’m willing to do. Of course, that goes without saying.”

“Of course, without saying.” Amanda stood and helped me to my feet. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. She ran her hands slowly over my shoulders and arms and smiled at me. I silently thanked my trainer.

Amanda hadn’t closed her blouse and her generous boobs were wobbling with every move she made. I was mesmerized by the sight.

“Are you looking at my breasts?” she asked working on my belt.

“They’re perfect,” I answered. Amanda smiled up at me.

“Not too big?”

“Let me find out,” I answered, using my hands as if weighing them again. “Nope, they’re just right.”

I was in heaven when I pushed inside Amanda’s pussy. She was wet and hot; the walls of her vagina gripped my cock and the pleasure almost overcame me.

“Do you still want to marry me?” Amanda was cuddled in the crook of my arm. We’d looked into each other’s eyes as we’d climaxed together.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Maybe we should date some first,” she...