Straight Female / 47
I thought after being married 20 years, I would feel guilty about cheating on my husband for the first time. But I don't. I guess the reason is, for the last 8 or 9 years, it's been the same thing. I like him getting me off, and when it's done, I just pretty much want him to get done, do his thing, and be over it. Most times, he hasn't even been able to blow, and I figure it's probably because we rarely do anything anymore, and I chalk it up to him fucking around with someone. I know he's always liked younger girls, and I'd always suspected he's had his thing going on. Me? I don't care. I'd get mine once in awhile, and it's good. My kids have a good life, and I do what I want, make good money, and live in a nice house, so it's OK.
When I went to visit my daughter about a month ago, she wasn't home. She'd taken off to help some family friends. My husband wasn't coming until Saturday morning, and later that evening, alone in the house, God help me, my son in law and I wound up in bed. It was awkward at first, but as things progressed, I honestly realized I hadn't felt like that in bed in years. He's half my age, he's built like a wall, and I felt awkward and weird, being older and not in the shape I was. But good God, him doing what he did to me in bed, obviously it was more than I expected, and all he wanted. I don't think I'd gotten off that many times in one night of sex in my entire marriage. And when we're done, he tells me thanks for doing what he's wanted. I asked him about my daughter, and he shrugged quietly and simply said that they rarely do it, and when they do, she'll make him use condoms, and he doesn't enjoy it. So I wanted to feel bad, but I guess it's hard knowing I'm not getting it, he's not, and we could do what we did.
Last weekend, my son in law called. I told him I was at the house, husband being out of town, and just relaxing. He surprised me when he said he'd taken a road trip and he was in town. I asked him where the girls were, and he said they were at home. He'd been working out of town, and was up this way, so thought he'd stop by and maybe meet us for dinner. I told him that him and I could have dinner.
We wound up going out, and afterwards, ended up back at the house. God help me, all I could think about was his young ass, his nice body, his abs, and the way he took me when he did. We didn't talk much about that until dinner was over, and he initiated the conversation. Said he'd felt guilty, and we talked. Asked if I did. And I was honest and told him no. I explained why, and he got kind of embarrassed, and said he got it, but he'd never done that before. So I asked him if he regretted it, and he said what happened yes, but how it felt no. He said that I was the best he'd ever been with in bed, and it made it really difficult to even do anything because he couldn't stop thinking about it.
I hadn't had a guy say something like that in years, and it kind of felt good. I told him I was heading back to the house, and he was welcome to come by and have one. He could spend some time there, and head home later, or call my daughter, tell her he'd come up this way to finish business, and stay over. I'd called my husband, and he wasn't going to be back until the following morning.
When I was in the kitchen, preparing drinks, I felt my son in law come up behind me, his hands ended up on my ass, slid around, unzipped my pants, unbuttoned them and pulled them slowly down.
We wound up on the kitchen floor. It was hard and hurt, so as we're fooling around, he said we should go in the other room. We wound up on the living room floor, and went at it for what seemed like forever. It was kind of funny, after we'd gotten into things, and he was ready pop. He says he's gotta pull out, because he doesn't want anything to happen, and I laughed. I told him it was hilarious, because I didn't have anything to get pregnant, and he could do whatever he wanted. No more babies here, and I was all good.
Bam. Off he goes. Blasted it. And I'm not kidding, he went on forever. Finally got done, and I hear a "holy shit" and he about passed out.
What was amazing, about 45 minutes later, we were laying on the couch, he starts feeling around, playing, touching, and 15 minutes later, we're fucking on the couch. Second time around, good God, I think he went at it and fucked me for a half hour before he was ready to blow. I'd never done it. But this time, I told him to pull out. Took it in my mouth, and let him blow. I swallowed. He was shaking and trembling so bad, it was really hot because he said nobody had ever done that.
When he went home later that evening, I got off twice on my own. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And I'm telling you, if you're with someone that long, and you do the same vanilla crap over and over again, you'd want to do what I did. Especially with someone half your age.
When I went to visit my daughter about a month ago, she wasn't home. She'd taken off to help some family friends. My husband wasn't coming until Saturday morning, and later that evening, alone in the house, God help me, my son in law and I wound up in bed. It was awkward at first, but as things progressed, I honestly realized I hadn't felt like that in bed in years. He's half my age, he's built like a wall, and I felt awkward and weird, being older and not in the shape I was. But good God, him doing what he did to me in bed, obviously it was more than I expected, and all he wanted. I don't think I'd gotten off that many times in one night of sex in my entire marriage. And when we're done, he tells me thanks for doing what he's wanted. I asked him about my daughter, and he shrugged quietly and simply said that they rarely do it, and when they do, she'll make him use condoms, and he doesn't enjoy it. So I wanted to feel bad, but I guess it's hard knowing I'm not getting it, he's not, and we could do what we did.
Last weekend, my son in law called. I told him I was at the house, husband being out of town, and just relaxing. He surprised me when he said he'd taken a road trip and he was in town. I asked him where the girls were, and he said they were at home. He'd been working out of town, and was up this way, so thought he'd stop by and maybe meet us for dinner. I told him that him and I could have dinner.
We wound up going out, and afterwards, ended up back at the house. God help me, all I could think about was his young ass, his nice body, his abs, and the way he took me when he did. We didn't talk much about that until dinner was over, and he initiated the conversation. Said he'd felt guilty, and we talked. Asked if I did. And I was honest and told him no. I explained why, and he got kind of embarrassed, and said he got it, but he'd never done that before. So I asked him if he regretted it, and he said what happened yes, but how it felt no. He said that I was the best he'd ever been with in bed, and it made it really difficult to even do anything because he couldn't stop thinking about it.
I hadn't had a guy say something like that in years, and it kind of felt good. I told him I was heading back to the house, and he was welcome to come by and have one. He could spend some time there, and head home later, or call my daughter, tell her he'd come up this way to finish business, and stay over. I'd called my husband, and he wasn't going to be back until the following morning.
When I was in the kitchen, preparing drinks, I felt my son in law come up behind me, his hands ended up on my ass, slid around, unzipped my pants, unbuttoned them and pulled them slowly down.
We wound up on the kitchen floor. It was hard and hurt, so as we're fooling around, he said we should go in the other room. We wound up on the living room floor, and went at it for what seemed like forever. It was kind of funny, after we'd gotten into things, and he was ready pop. He says he's gotta pull out, because he doesn't want anything to happen, and I laughed. I told him it was hilarious, because I didn't have anything to get pregnant, and he could do whatever he wanted. No more babies here, and I was all good.
Bam. Off he goes. Blasted it. And I'm not kidding, he went on forever. Finally got done, and I hear a "holy shit" and he about passed out.
What was amazing, about 45 minutes later, we were laying on the couch, he starts feeling around, playing, touching, and 15 minutes later, we're fucking on the couch. Second time around, good God, I think he went at it and fucked me for a half hour before he was ready to blow. I'd never done it. But this time, I told him to pull out. Took it in my mouth, and let him blow. I swallowed. He was shaking and trembling so bad, it was really hot because he said nobody had ever done that.
When he went home later that evening, I got off twice on my own. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And I'm telling you, if you're with someone that long, and you do the same vanilla crap over and over again, you'd want to do what I did. Especially with someone half your age.
