The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

It was January 2007, I was twenty-eight, my then-fiancée Tara was twenty-six. We had been together for over eight years and lived together for five. I had proposed to her at the top of the Eiffel Tower during a surprise trip to Paris, just before Christmas of 2006, three weeks earlier; I was delighted when she accepted.

Physically, Tara was absolute perfection. I remember the first moment I saw her in a bar in our local town in 1998. I had been lucky enough to play professional sport, so as a by-product of that, spent time with some attractive women but Tara was something else. Not tall at 5’4”, a gorgeous body, 32A perky breasts and legs and an ass that are out of this world. To top it all off, she was pretty, and as soon as we started going out, I discovered she was also a great person, which sealed the deal for me.

We first had sex shortly after starting dating and it was incredible; she was so loud and passionate and became insatiable. She made up for her lack of experience very quickly. Before being with me, she had had a one-night stand, given half a dozen blow and hand jobs and received oral sex from a similar number of people. I have to say, I revelled in the quantity and quality of the sex we had together at the start of our relationship.

Experimentation was not an issue; she was willing to try things quite readily. We watched porn together, she talked dirty (a lot) and we talked about fantasies freely. It was a sex life anyone could dream of in truth. ...

... However, by January of 2007 despite us having been together a while, things were still pretty good in the bedroom and we were still into each other.

January 2007, aside from the brilliant news of our engagement, life for me wasn’t great, however. I was really unhappy at work, had been for some time and was quite depressed about it but kept this to myself. I also had a bit of family illness to deal with, which was stressful around that time but again, I dealt with it all without really troubling Tara. To be honest, I don’t think Tara would have realised how I was feeling around this time.

Saturday 13th January saw me having to take a sports trip from work, which was a bit of a ball ache, given the fact I wouldn’t get any extra pay and it was one day of my weekend gone. I also wouldn’t get to see Tara as she was leaving our place before I returned as she was going on her best friend, Jenna’s Hen Party Night Out in the city where her friend lived, which was about twenty-five miles away from our town. Jenna’s fiancee, Rick, kindly came and picked Tara up from ours to take her through, to save car issues the next morning as it would be quite a heavy night’s drinking. He was scheduled to drop her off the next morning, which was ideal.

I got back from my long day, had some tea and played some console games before hitting the hay. I was flat out when I heard something rattling at the front door. I checked the time and it was 4 am. Given the fact I wasn’t expecting Tara back until ...