Swept Off My Feet I'm Married To A Man Twice My Age

In my junior year we, me and three friends, went to Daytona for spring break. Standing in line at a restaurant we met a man who told us he had a 'boat' and if we wanted he would take us for a ride. The 'boat' was really a yacht, and the ride included a T&A show on the back deck. He picked me out of the four and he took me to his 'cabin' for my first time.

For the rest of the week he 'entertained' us at his house with some friends, that got together when the girls were in town for spring break. A game one night involved football jerseys and nothing underneath, lights off for the 'boys' to choose us by touch. I was chosen by the captain of the ship before he let the other guys 'touch'. All week long he kept me for him and let his friends have a chance with my friends.

When we returned to school each one of us got a diamond tennis bracelet, 'a cute little thing', for us to remember our week on spring break. The captain gave me diamond studs as well. I thought it was a week to remember, but he wasn't going to let it pass. He flew in, in his plane, to see me, to make sure I was doing well in school. He took me shopping, invited me to come see him, his plane waiting to fly me down.

He showed me 'my kitchen' waiting for me at his house. He called me his 'little Mrs' although we weren't married, so I would get used to it. I had sex so much I forgot what not having sex was like. He asked me to transfer to Florida for my senior year. We got married on his yacht, with my friends as maids of honor, and his friends waiting to get reacquainted with them.

I'm not nor ever have been eye candy. I never thought of myself as a princess or a trophy wife, but here I am.