When I was younger, about 5 years into my marriage, I noticed things just weren't happening the way I wanted them to. I tried, and no matter what I did, it just didn't make any difference. By that time, I had two kids, and came to the realization that my wife was a prude, simply didn't get into sex the way I did, didn't have the drive I did, and when on occasion, we did actually fuck, she looked like she was going through the motions. Having the experience I did before her, I knew it wasn't me, because the girls I enjoyed being with never had a problem with our sex life on multiple days, or more than one time a day. Not her. It simply wasn't there. Shortly after my youngest was born, it didn't quite stop, but damn near close. It got to where I was masturbating 7-8 times a week just to satisfy my urge and get off.

Until the time my step daughter started getting older. Then with some at first harmless flirting, and then more serious come-on comments, jokes, and sexual innuendos, one night, on a whim, I acted on it. And quite honestly, she told me before anything happened, she'd had sex with just one guy. That was it. So although the guilt was there a bit, because of our age difference, and the relationship we had, it didn't stop us from doing what we did. And quite honestly, the first time, the sex was the most amazing and intense experience I'd had in years. I do not think I'd cum that hard since I was younger, and first experiencing sex. And seeing her orgasm multiple times, and laying there, sweating when we were done, soaking wet, telling me she'd never look at me the same again, after feeling what I did to her, just got me going harder and heavier than ever before.

It got to the point where, through the years of her growing up, call it what you will, but her knowing my situation, and us having some seriously sexual talks, she understood where I was coming from. She experimented with girls through the years on occasion, and call it sick, twisted, demented or whatever, she knew I had a fetish for younger girls. And they liked my off the wall personality, sense of humor, and perverted sexual drive, so I was lucky enough to get to play around with girls well beyond the "normal" age limit of sexual escapades. All consensual, and all agreeable, but not what society would appreciate, respect or understand.

Later on, she went on to college, finished her degree, had some time on her own, and met a guy and settled down. We were happy for her. Having a family, two kids, and they bought a house about an hour away. Through the recent years, however, I have been made to understand her relationship exists much like her mom and mine. Convenient, easy for money purposes, and for the most part, just to give the kids a good life. I get it. Been there and done it.

After she went to college, we had several long talks, and although we enjoyed what we'd done when she was younger, we just went our own ways, remained very close, confided in each other, and she was aware of some of my escapades to satisfy my sexual urges outside of the house. She understood it. This changed about two years ago, when one night, her husband was gone out of town on business, and her mom had all the kids, her and I ended up in her bed, naked, and experiencing a massive sexual encounter that was one of the most physically intimate I have ever had. It involved her having multiple orgasms, and her telling me that she missed what we'd shared through the years. She confided in me that her husband simply did not satisfy her, and rarely asked for sex, so when on occasion he did, they did what was necessary, and it was typically over and done quickly.

She came to the house last weekend. Her husband was out of town working on a project, and her mom had taken the kids to the malls out of town, dinner, and spending the evening with them. We had both worked during the day, and had confirmed they wouldn't all be back until sometime after 9:30 or 10, long after the malls closed, and the hour or so drive back home. Shortly after coming over, we wound up on the couch, with her laying there rubbing my shoulders. I climbed up on the couch, and we had a long stare. It took her no time to climb up on my lap, spread her legs, and straddle me. Off came the shirt. Her small cleavage showed through her 34 B or so bra size. I love her small boobs. Bigger hips, a bigger round ass, small boobs, and a beautiful face and long hair. Pouty big lips, that are so easily kissable. Which is just what I did. My tongue slide inside her mouth, slowly, and I heard her gasp and say "God how I've missed you"

Her bra came off. She stood up, and reached down, unzipped, unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans. She was wearing silky black panties. I felt my dick get hard. I stood up. She pulled off my jeans quickly, and my dick popped through my boxers. She laughed and said always could get excited couldn't you? Shortly after that my shirt came off, and we wound up naked on the couch. Her panties went quickly.

She was straddling me, stretched across me, and I started kissing her neck, and then licking her boobs. I felt her moan, and I felt my dick push against her thigh. And I heard her say "please. Inside me. I've waited" and I slid inside her. Her pussy was so intensely wet, it instantly soaked my dick. I thrust hard inside her, I felt her gasp, and I heard her say "oh sweet Jesus" and felt her body tense up and shake. I felt her wrap her pussy around my dick, and I couldn't hold back. Without a word, I pulled her against me, and I squirted. I just started shooting cum inside her. Gasped. She leaned back, kissed me, and said "Good Lord. I've missed you. Intensely'

She got up, and I watched her round ass move towards the bathroom. I saw the cum dripping off my dick, so I got up and I went into the bathroom to wipe off. When I was walking back, our clothes were on the floor. I couldn't help but stare at her small tits, her wide hips and her round ass. It was so fucking sexy and intense. And so dirty thinking about what we've hidden all these years.

Not 15 minutes later, sitting on the couch, with nothing on, she was kissing on me. I felt my dick harden again, almost instantly, and I gasped "Katie. I want you. Please. Let me make love to you". She looked at me and said "yes. Please". I spread her on the couch. I pushed her legs aside, her plump thighs, with her patch of pussy hair. Slid my dick inside her pussy hair, and entered her. It felt like beautiful heaven. I couldn't stop breathing hard.

I was inside her, making love to her on the couch. She had her hands on my ass, pulling me in. I stopped, leaned in, and we started kissing. I felt her tense up, her pussy tighten, and I heard her gasp and tell me she was going to cum. She said "please. Do it with me. Let me feel you. I want to know you are" and instantly, as I heard her gasp, and pant, I saw the look on her face, I pumped once, thrust, and felt cum squirting from my dick deep into her. I gasped, and started thrusting harder. I felt it squirting more and more. Filling her up.

When I was done, I laid there, my dick limp and soft inside her pussy hair. We stared at each other for a second, and I got up. As I moved, she said to me "I don't want this to stop. I know we're both married, it's kind of messed up and wrong, but I love feeling you with me. I don't get this at home. I'm certain you don't get this here either" to which I could not argue.

She got dressed shortly. Kissed me, said thank you for the nice evening, and left. And I sit here thinking about how I'd dearly love my step daughter in my living room, straddling my hard dick, and feeling me squirt loads of cum deep inside her. Instead, I'm going to masturbate, and get myself off before bed.