Straight Female / 26
When I was younger, I would catch my step dad looking at me. At first, it was kind of creepy. But over time, when I was about 12 or 13, I don't know why, but it got me curious. I started looking back at him, staring at him, making comments, making dirty jokes, and saying stuff some of my friends would say. Over a long period of time, stuff started happening. One night, when we were home alone, I came onto him. I didn't expect anything to really happen, but we ended up having sex that night. Twice. He actually had to leave the house to get condoms from a local party store, because I know my mom is fixed, and they don't use them. I didn't want to take a risk that something might happen. We talked, and he told me later, he didn't think i would carry through with it when he came back. But I really wanted to know what it was like to be with him. I really wanted to do it. And I don't have any regrets. Even though he's still married to my mom, I have never regretted having sex with him.
One wish I had, through the years, after I went to college, and then bought a house later, got myself a job, and made my own life, was to see what it would be like doing stuff like that again. We did it a couple of times over about 6 months, and then we just kind of stopped. I know he was afraid that someone would find out, or he'd get caught. I was afraid that I might have an accident and get pregnant, and we'd never be able to explain it. I had always dreamed as I got older, to find out if it would be fun later on, if I were older.
Last weekend, I went over to the house. My mom was working, and my husband was out of town with our daughter. He'd gone to visit some family, knowing I had to work that weekend, and was usually not home until about midnight. I stopped over to my mom and step dad's house, and he was home alone watching a movie. I'd called, and he said yeah, go ahead and stop over. Since that stuff happened years ago, we never really talked about it. We just kind of left it alone, but I always wondered if he thought about what we did. I would fantasize sometimes, and other times, I really wanted to ask him, but I guess I just was afraid of what he would say.
When I went in, it was really chill. We were laying there on the couch and loveseat, and he had some program on a movie channel. A couple of minutes into it, I see this guy and girl making out, and I started laughing. He asked what was so funny, so I just told him that acting on TV was so cheesy and so fake. It wasn't like the real thing. He kind of looked at me and didn't say anything for a second.
I walked over by him, and he didn't even give me a warning. He reached over, yanked me on top of him, and kissed me. Right on the mouth. I felt myself tingle. He just kind of laughed and said "you mean a real kiss like that?" and I just said yes. My face was all red. He looked at me and asked if I was OK. I just said yes, it wasn't what I was expecting. And he looked at me and asked if he should apologize. I said no. I said actually I liked it. He looked shocked and asked really. I said yes.
He stood up and I stood there looking at him really nervous. He walked up into me, and he put his arms around me slowly. Looked me and kissed me. It felt amazing. Nothing like what my husband does. Not at all. We started kissing slowly, and he gently unbuttoned my pants. I was shocked. He unzipped them, and pulled them down. Slowly. I stepped out of them. He unbuttoned my work shirt. Took it off. And said to me "I always thought you had a beautiful little body. I still do". I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. He pulled off his shirt. He's still in good shape, although a bit heavier than he used to. He unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down. I didn't know how to react.
He slowly took off my underwear and he unhooked my bra. He reached down and took his clothes off. And said to me quietly "I've wanted you. For a long long time. I hope you know that" to which I just said to him I had no clue. I never knew he ever had any interest. He was honest and said he was deathly afraid someone would find out. That he would be caught. That someone would be let on, and he would never live it down.
We ended up going upstairs to his room. We crawled gently onto the bed and laid there kissing. He gently moved across my body, kissing me, touching me, and he went down between my legs and started kissing me. Then licked. Then touched. I felt my entire body shake and I had one of the hardest orgasms I had in years. My marriage is good, but our sex is not like this. I felt so amazing with the way my step dad was touching me. I closed my eyes, laid back, and without warning, I felt him enter me. It was soft at first, and then I felt him fill me. He was really big.
He just laid there looking at me, naked on top of me. And I said it. I said "I love you". He just laid there with shock on his face. And he said "I love you too. I've always loved you. I've never stopped. I can't help it"
That night, we made amazing love. It felt like love. It felt intense, sexual, physical, intimate, and affectionate. When we got done, we slowly got dressed. As I was leaving a bit later, I asked him where we go from here. And his response shocked me. He said "I'm with your mom because of a lot of reasons. But I want to BE with you. If you'd have me" and I asked him if he meant we hide this. And he said slowly and softly yes. He said "Just like we did all those years ago"
I go home to a husband. But I hide in my life I am having a sexual relationship with my step dad, one that started years ago when I was a teenager. And that I don't want to stop even now. It's kind of sick and twisted, but I love him. I can't help it.
One wish I had, through the years, after I went to college, and then bought a house later, got myself a job, and made my own life, was to see what it would be like doing stuff like that again. We did it a couple of times over about 6 months, and then we just kind of stopped. I know he was afraid that someone would find out, or he'd get caught. I was afraid that I might have an accident and get pregnant, and we'd never be able to explain it. I had always dreamed as I got older, to find out if it would be fun later on, if I were older.
Last weekend, I went over to the house. My mom was working, and my husband was out of town with our daughter. He'd gone to visit some family, knowing I had to work that weekend, and was usually not home until about midnight. I stopped over to my mom and step dad's house, and he was home alone watching a movie. I'd called, and he said yeah, go ahead and stop over. Since that stuff happened years ago, we never really talked about it. We just kind of left it alone, but I always wondered if he thought about what we did. I would fantasize sometimes, and other times, I really wanted to ask him, but I guess I just was afraid of what he would say.
When I went in, it was really chill. We were laying there on the couch and loveseat, and he had some program on a movie channel. A couple of minutes into it, I see this guy and girl making out, and I started laughing. He asked what was so funny, so I just told him that acting on TV was so cheesy and so fake. It wasn't like the real thing. He kind of looked at me and didn't say anything for a second.
I walked over by him, and he didn't even give me a warning. He reached over, yanked me on top of him, and kissed me. Right on the mouth. I felt myself tingle. He just kind of laughed and said "you mean a real kiss like that?" and I just said yes. My face was all red. He looked at me and asked if I was OK. I just said yes, it wasn't what I was expecting. And he looked at me and asked if he should apologize. I said no. I said actually I liked it. He looked shocked and asked really. I said yes.
He stood up and I stood there looking at him really nervous. He walked up into me, and he put his arms around me slowly. Looked me and kissed me. It felt amazing. Nothing like what my husband does. Not at all. We started kissing slowly, and he gently unbuttoned my pants. I was shocked. He unzipped them, and pulled them down. Slowly. I stepped out of them. He unbuttoned my work shirt. Took it off. And said to me "I always thought you had a beautiful little body. I still do". I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. He pulled off his shirt. He's still in good shape, although a bit heavier than he used to. He unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down. I didn't know how to react.
He slowly took off my underwear and he unhooked my bra. He reached down and took his clothes off. And said to me quietly "I've wanted you. For a long long time. I hope you know that" to which I just said to him I had no clue. I never knew he ever had any interest. He was honest and said he was deathly afraid someone would find out. That he would be caught. That someone would be let on, and he would never live it down.
We ended up going upstairs to his room. We crawled gently onto the bed and laid there kissing. He gently moved across my body, kissing me, touching me, and he went down between my legs and started kissing me. Then licked. Then touched. I felt my entire body shake and I had one of the hardest orgasms I had in years. My marriage is good, but our sex is not like this. I felt so amazing with the way my step dad was touching me. I closed my eyes, laid back, and without warning, I felt him enter me. It was soft at first, and then I felt him fill me. He was really big.
He just laid there looking at me, naked on top of me. And I said it. I said "I love you". He just laid there with shock on his face. And he said "I love you too. I've always loved you. I've never stopped. I can't help it"
That night, we made amazing love. It felt like love. It felt intense, sexual, physical, intimate, and affectionate. When we got done, we slowly got dressed. As I was leaving a bit later, I asked him where we go from here. And his response shocked me. He said "I'm with your mom because of a lot of reasons. But I want to BE with you. If you'd have me" and I asked him if he meant we hide this. And he said slowly and softly yes. He said "Just like we did all those years ago"
I go home to a husband. But I hide in my life I am having a sexual relationship with my step dad, one that started years ago when I was a teenager. And that I don't want to stop even now. It's kind of sick and twisted, but I love him. I can't help it.
