When I was 18, I finally landed my first girlfriend, R. Problem was, she wasn't willing to have sex until it "meant more to our relationship." One night, after a party, her best friend who was a year older and a world renowned slut, started coming onto me. After convincing me not to feel bad, she took me upstairs and swiped my v-card. I felt horrible at first, but was happy when the best friend, who I'll just call V, was willing to keep things going. That was six and half years ago. From that day on, we had a crazy amazing sexual relationship. We'd meet up when one of us was on break at work, in between classes at college, on weekends, and it even got to the point where we'd lie about seeing family or some crap like that to have a week of sex away from everything. It's never been love, just sex. Once we fucked seven times in one day. Eventually R promised once marriage came our wedding night would be magical because we could give ourselves to each other for the first time. We've been married now for two years, and on that wedding night I gave it to my new wife, then snuck out to go screw V. V has a new boyfriend, but neither of us care, we keep things up anyway. Not too long ago we hosted a house party with a bunch of people and V and I snuck off for a quickie with R and V's boyfriend downstairs. Anyway, I got V a job at my work and we're being sent on a job out of the country until Christmas, and we'll have sex as much as humanly possible. Since the two years we've been married, I've slept with V more than R, and though I should, I honestly don't feel bad about it and would pick screwing V over life with R if I had to. I don't want to, though, and cause V is so cool, I'll never have to, and R won't ever get hurt. After all these years, it just feels normal to live life this way, and it couldn't be better.