During my teens my father was stationed in Puerto Rico. We rented a small house on a beach for the weekends. Next to the place we rented lived a retired navy man in a small trailer. Having just gone through puberty I had tits that were bigger than normal for girls my age and my hips had flared out.

We went to the beach on a Saturday and my mother left me to look after my two younger sisters. The man next door came over to talk with me, my sisters were watching tv and he started to reach for my crotch and telling me to let him because I was going to like it. I evaded him as much as I could but he pinned me against the kitchen counter and started to touch me and grab me with his whole hand and to tell me that what my pussy needed was some dick. He opened his pants and pulled out his dick and started to poke me against my belly and asking me if I wanted it in my pussy. He started to kiss me and grabbed me by the butt and pulled me up to him so his dick was against my pussy and told me how much I was going to like it. My shorts went down and so did my panties and have lifted against the counter, he put his dick inside of me while my sisters watched tv.

When he finished he told me I was his woman and not to wash it out because he wanted me to go to sleep that night thinking of him. When he left he reminded me that I was his woman now and he expected me to come see him when I came to beach and he was always going to be waiting for me.

Whenever we went to the beach, I waited for the opportunity and I snuck across the back yard and went to see him. Ten or fifteen minutes, but enough time for sex. I got pretty good at it, sometimes we had sex on the bed, and other times he sat in a chair and I would straddle him and let myself down on him. Sometimes we could hear my sisters playing outside or my parents talking on the porch. I made sure that I wasn't gone too long and they never caught me.

When I got to college I went back to our home state to go to school. I never had a boyfriend or got close with anyone. When I went back to my parents I was older now so sneaking out was easier and I spent most of the time with him. During my senior year in college he passed away from a heart attack and my world crashed around me. No one knew why, I went into depression and failed the semester and dropped out of college. I had to get a job and took a job as a clerk in an auto dealership.

From there I got another job at a large company. A week after I got there one of the men who worked there talked to me and sat beside me in the lunch room and followed me to the train station and talked to me and told me that I was nice and he wanted to get to know me. He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and when I said no he wanted to confirm that I wasn't gay, I told him no. When the train came and I was getting on he ran his hand all over my rear, I turned to him but I couldn't do anything, he looked at me and told me he wanted a piece of my ass.

He walked with me several afternoons to the train and talked about the company and other stuff and every chance he got he put his hands on me and the he stole a kiss and grabbed me hard and held me and his hand slipped down my back to rub my butt while he kissed me. I knew the feeling, I didn't stop him and let him kiss me as long as he wanted. He got on the train with me and went to my apartment and had sex with me. I was about to turn 25 and he was 51. I became his girlfriend.

The complication was that he was married, so we had sex at my apartment a couple of more times, usually we went to this motel to have sex at lunch. Things at work were complicated so he helped me get another job and to move to closer apartment so he could see me before he went home. Slowly I became the other woman. When I chose to get pregnant all pretenses stopped and I officially became his other woman, in another house, with other kids.

At times I was jealous of his wife, never about sex, I wanted him to have sex with her, it was more about time. There are so many days that not being with him sucked. I understood that as the other woman she had first choice. Still, I would get very jealous. It was never her fault, and I never made a scene. I lived the life of the other woman, with my two kids, and when he was with me I took advantage of it. Sex always came first, when you don't live with him you have unlimited desire for sex. After sex was when we were more a normal family.

My man is 65 now and I am 39. Being the other woman is hard and I don't recommend it unless you are so madly in love that having him part time is better than not at all.

My two loves have been older men, I don't know what life would be like with a man more my age. I don't want to find out. I don't think I could get along.