Torn Between Loyalty and Passion

My name is Emma Rhodes, and my husband is Jackson and I have been married 5 years. We are from a small country town, and we are simple country people. Jackson and I have a cute little farmhouse on some of his family land with lots of farm animals and farm fields. All my family is from right here in this small area and remained with our family roots that were planted here so long ago. Jackson, however, has an exceptionally large family from all sorts of states so there are several I have still never met. However, I will never forget the first time I met one of my husband’s northern cousins. They lived about 13 hours away from us, so they usually came down around the holidays to visit and had not been down in several years. We were busy working on the farm the first couple of days of their visit, so I did not get to meet any of them until Thanksgiving Day. Brayden was younger than us so he was around twenty at the time, but you wouldn’t guess it by looking at him. He stood 6’4 about 250lbs of beautiful tan muscle and his dark brown eyes almost black were so seductive, and his smile, oh his smile made a girl weak in the knees.

As we were introduced, I could feel his eyes looking deep into my soul. I got the feeling he thought I was attractive. I wouldn’t say I was a supermodel, but I never had trouble with guys. I was a little taller than most girls, with nice-sized breasts, a small waist, and thick hips. The hips and my ass were usually what guys paid attention to. My hair was deep brown with hints of red that flowed down the middle of my back, and I had the bluest of blue eyes that were always part of the conversation of a first meeting. Which is exactly what he said.

“Wow you have the bluest eyes I think I have ever seen! They are beautiful!” I know I blushed, and I thanked him.

Someone broke up the introductions and we all started talking amongst ourselves the rest of the evening catching up, but I could not help noticing that Brayden never took his eyes off me. I honestly thought it was my imagination. As the evening progressed, I slipped out to my car to charge my phone. It wasn’t long before I heard someone come outside and it was Brayden. I thought maybe he came out to get something out of his car but no he was looking for me.

“Hey, I wondered where you went?” He stated. I told him I came to charge my phone. He then started some small conversation asking questions about me, but then he said, “Emma I hope I do not overstep but you are so beautiful! I mean I really want to kiss you.” I didn’t know what to say so I just stood there looking at him in disbelief.

Finally, I managed to say, “Ugh thank you and you are not so bad yourself.” The sexual tension was thick between us, and I could feel the wetness forming between my legs. Before I could think twice Brayden had his lips locked onto mine and my mind was spinning. He was an amazing kisser and I just melted to him wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. Our kiss deepened and I didn’t realize it, but I had started to grind on him. God, he was so freaking hot, and I wanted every inch of him. His hands started wandering all down my body. First squeezing my breasts as he kissed down my neck and down the low neckline of my shirt until he had my breast out and exposed. I was breathing so heavily, and I was so turned on that words just started to spill from my dirty little mouth.