Last summer, my husband hired a young man to help with the lawn work and to do other chores around the house. His name is Josh, and I had to admit that he was good-looking and very personable. I found myself talking with him often, just because I enjoyed his company. It didn't hurt that he kept telling me that he thought I was good-looking. On his birthday, I made a cake for Josh and surprised him with it when he came over. I even gave him a quick little birthday kiss. The only thing is, we then kissed again. And this time, he held me close as we had a long, lingering kiss. Josh then told me he had wanted to do that for a long time. Then we kissed a third time, and his tongue probed my mouth. I was really surprised at what was going on but really enjoying it, also. We went to the couch where we kissed some more, and he started to stroke me. I told him we really shouldn't be doing this, but he didn't stop, and I didn't try to stop him. At that point, he took my hand and led me into my bedroom. He finished undressing, and then he made me his. It was awesome. That night I felt a little guilty, and I resolved not to have sex any more with him. However, the next day, Josh came over, and the first thing he did was take me into his arms and begin kissing me. All thoughts of not having sex evaporated as my body rapidly responded to his. We spent the entire day playing, and I totally responded to his every desire. In fact, at the end of the day, I told him he could have me whenever he desired. Now he sees me almost every day. Josh is the best thing that ever happened to me.