I'd been with Chris for two years when I first got curious. I never wanted to cheat on Chris and I certainly wasn't looking for love when it happened, but I remember the day very well. It was at the bank.

Chris and I had finally moved in together and had decided to get a joint bank account, and since I was the only one off that day, we decided that I would be the one to make the trip to the First National Bank of Kasterton and set up the account.

When I finally made it to the bank, I was directed through a maze of velvet rope barriers until I finally came to the "New Accounts" window. That's where I first met Jeffry Ginns – at least, that's what the name plate at his window said. Almost immediately, I was attracted to him… and it was a most curious sensation. I had not been attracted to anyone since I'd been with Chris, who was a great lover and had the kind of muscular arms (not too bulky but definitely defined) I could rest in all day long.

"Can I help you, miss?" he said, probably wondering why I was just staring at him. After feeling a slight tingle sweep over my body for a brief moment, I shook my head and regained my composure. I think I actually giggled a little!

"Um, yes. My name is Deedra Schnitzler and I'm here to set up a joint banking and savings account for myself and Chris Rhodd. We live together, and I have all the personal information you'll need." I smiled politely and handed over the small pile of documents including driver's licenses, social security cards, proof of residence, and the like. As I dropped them into his large, seemingly strong hands, I found that my index finger lingered on his wrist as his palm held up the papers and cards. When he drew his hand away, I actually felt a bit disappointed; his flesh was sooooo hot!

I immediately wondered what it would be like, to have this total stranger from the bank take me. I also wondered what Chris would say if I ever let slip what I was thinking about right now. But I wasn't having an easy time remembering my devotion to Chris at that moment – a second wave of tingle hit my face, and gently rolled down my neck and chest, and even though it continued down my body to my toes, it lingered on my breasts and my crotch. I was definitely getting warm there, and my nipples began to hurt a little. The last detail had taken me by surprise; I couldn't even remember when my nipples popped. It must be the air conditioning.

"Just a few moment, ma'am. Le me see if I can set this up for you right here…" and he turned and began to shuffle through some paperwork that was stacked on the rear counter, making a small pile of it that I just knew I'd have to sign. As a small bead of sweat formed on my forehead, I took in the form of this man who was causing me to have the most instant arousal I'd ever experienced.

His shoulders were broad, a little broader than Chris's were. His arms were just as muscular as the ones that wrapped me up at night – thankfully this Jeffry guy had worn a short-sleeve shirt. His hair was a little longer than Chris's very short style was. Jeffry's (should I call him Jeff, I wondered) hair hung down just past the collar on his shirt. When he turned around with the information I'd given him in one hand and a small stack of papers in the other, he was wearing a smile that took me by surprise – I actually whispered out an unintelligible moan! This made his smile widen a bit more, and that alone broke my trance. Taking my hand off of my breast – and lightly brushing my nipple along the way (I promised myself I'd take care of my 'situation' when I got home), I waited while he got nearer.

He seemed to be walking slowly, every step being so sexy that I was having trouble concentrating on anything in the room around us. Absently, my hand went back to my breast and pinched my nipple – I just had to quiet my nips down of I'd embarrass myself!

"I'm sorry, Ms. Schnitzler, but…" he began.

"Call me Deedra," I corrected, flirtatiously.

That made him smile more, which made me clench my thighs together – 'damn, I'm getting hot down there,' I remember thinking. I was considering taking care of my arousal in the bathroom before I left – something I'd never even thought about considering before! Shit, this specimen of manhood was having an effect on me! And, his smile seemed to suggest that he knew it, too.

"OK. I'm sorry, Deedra, but I don't have all the documents I need here. Could you come to my office," he suggested, pointing towards a nondescript door, "so we can set this up? I promise it'll only take about 20 minutes or so." That must have struck him as particularly witty, because he chuckled to himself as he walked towards his office. And, even though I don't remember actually agreeing to go with him, I followed. The tug of my panties against my now very wet snatch – damn, did I have to wear that thong today? – made it hard to walk without a sexy sway in my hips.

But, I didn't care. After all, I was about to spend 20 minutes in a room alone with the most handsome man I'd ever seen. And I was never going to tell Chris how much I would enjoy the experience. Right before I went in the office, I took a deep breath and hoped that my shaking wasn't too apparent. Looking at my blouse, I suddenly realized that my shaking wouldn't be the thing he'd notice – the twin tents sitting atop my full, c-cup breasts would probably steal the show. And again, I didn't seem to care. 'Chris would be sooooo jealous!', I thought as I went inside.

I opened the door, and Jeffry was standing just inside the door. He motioned towards the chair in front of his desk (a rather nice desk for a bank teller), and closed – and locked – the door. As soon as I heard the click, my arousal took a leap into the stratosphere. I had never cheated on anyone I'd been with before, and I never meant to start cheating on Chris, but damn, I was just so curious as to what it'd feel like to have this man – not Chris, but this man – take me.

Jeffry came over and stood behind my chair, touching my shoulders with his hot, strong, and sexy hands. I was melting in his palms, and my head began to roll from side to side.

Losing track of where I was, and finally giving in to my body's desires, I cupped and squeezed my tits – hard. That always turned Chris on, and I hoped Jeffry would react similarly. I reached down with one hand and gave my pussy a quick, firm rub through my slacks, noticing how damp they felt and not even caring if the dampness was showing through. Moaning as I did so, I quickly withdrew my hand, stood up, pushed aside the chair, and wrapped my arms around Jeff's firm abdomen. His arms – his powerful arms – brought me in for a kiss.

And kiss me he did! It was better than any kiss I had ever had with anyone, even Chris, who was loads better than I knew anyone could possibly be. Jeff's tongue wrestled with mine, and massaged my will into his own. I was going to do anything to make sure I didn't disappoint this man. Pulling away slightly from the kiss, I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt. His pants came down next, and his briefs were on the floor around his ankles in no time.

Now, I don't mean to brag, but I'm no slouch in the oral sex department – I went down on Chris all the time, many times in this very position, and I'd never gotten any complaints. Looking at Jeff's phallus, though, made me realize that if I thought I was horny before, then I was in for a great treat today. Because, when I saw his manhood springing to attention, I wanted it more than I wanted Chris… more than I wanted food… or water… or air.

Taking him into my mouth was easy enough – he was well-endowed but definitely not so large that accommodating him in any of my openings would be anything but pure pleasure. When I had sucked him into me about half way, the desire I had been feeling – already almost artificially intense – grew tenfold. Taking my hands off of his prick, I hurriedly took off my blouse and bra – all the while sucking on his dick. He didn't seem to want too much of that action, though, because he tapped me on the head – apparently, that was my signal to stand up.

I finished disrobing as he did the same. I sat on top of his desk and spread my legs, and with my finger, beckoned him to me. It was his turn now, and he got on his knees and spread me open with his fingers. Just that touch was enough and I moved right to the verge of orgasm – knowing somehow that I was supposed to do so, I kneaded my tits and pinched my nipples to get the release I was now so near. Unfortunately, the attention I gave to my tits combined with the tongue-lashing my clit was getting was not only somehow getting me hotter, but was not granting me even the slightest release.

After a few minutes, he stood up, and he was still hard. I was determined, now. I would make him give me the orgasm that I somehow knew would be the biggest I'd ever had. I reached between my legs and grabbed him by the dick. He smugly let me use his "handle" to drag him closer and closer to my sex. When it was about to touch, I knew I had to act. This guy would not tease me for another second.

I lifted my hips and scooted forward – impaling my dripping vagina with his rigid pole.

He wasted no time. Pumping into me with a passion I'd never thought a man could be capable of (even Chris's passion was nothing compared to this), I started to slip back onto the assorted papers on his desk. But Jeff wasn't having any of that. He reached down and brought my back up to him, fucking me harder and harder by the second. His hands were wrapped around the back of my neck, putting me in a position where not only was I forced to look into his gorgeous face, but the friction of his cock on my throbbing clit was increased to the point that I actually started to moan very loudly.

It probably sounded funny – my voice bumping a little with each thrust, which were coming faster and faster. Inside me, I felt his head start to throb, and then grow hot – at the same time, a warmth started to spread all over me, starting at my groin. He was sweating heavily now, and I was too; it wouldn't be long before I slid off the desk.

I didn't have to worry, though. Pulling me in close, and with a mild growl, he came inside of me. It felt like a stick of dynamite packed with pure sexual gratification had just been detonated in my pussy – the feeling enveloped my whole body and soul. I started to scream out with my long-delayed orgasm, arching my back and thrusting my tits into his chest. My head was tilted back as far as it would go, and as I stared at the ceiling feeling the last ripples of pleasure wash over me like boiling, white-hot lust, I passed out.

I don't remember getting into his car. But, I didn't worry about it much afterwards. Chris could never make me feel this… fulfilled. This satisfied. This anything.

"Won't Chris be upset?" I asked. I was feeling a little guilty for leaving the love of my life (or the person who was the love of my life an hour ago) so suddenly. But I had to be with Jeff. There was no other choice. I was in love with him. I felt like I could marry him… but even that commitment didn't seem to be enough. Jeff was my raison d'être. I couldn't believe I'd lived a minute without him.

"I wouldn't worry about Chris. I'll do the talking. You just pack as many of your things as you can, and come back to the car." He looked over at me briefly and patted my thigh with his hand. "Don't worry about a thing, love." When he said that, I somehow knew I wouldn't worry about anything again.

We were only at my former home for about 10 minutes or so. Chris's initial shock at the news of my betrayal and departure was quickly warmed over by the silken tongue of my new man. Somehow, just by saying a few words, he was able to make Chris realize that I wasn't hers anymore. I thought that she might show some level of emotional detachment the news – I mean, she was never the type to cry in front of me. But she seemed genuinely happy for me, and that was most unexpected – I mean, she wouldn't even date a girl if she knew the girl had ever been with a man, even once!

As Jeff and I got back into his car, I reflected on my former lovers. I knew I was a lesbian when I was 13 years old, and I had never so much as kissed a boy. I had been with my share of women over the years, but until that day, I had never even looked twice at a man.

"Jeff?" I asked, idly playing with my nipple as we drove down the road.

"Yes, Deedra?" he responded, amused that I was already fondling myself again.

"Does this make me bi-curious?"

He laughed. Luckily we were at a stoplight, because he really got a good chuckle out of my question. "Bi-curious? Oh God, no." He regained his composure and looked softly into my eyes, making my heart melt and my will dissolve even more. "I like my women straight."

He kissed me on the mouth, but no tongue. The light was green and it was time to go to my new home. I happily left my former life behind me and said "bye" to curiosity.

That was 3 years ago. I'm still with Jeff, and I've never been happier.