Only time will tell if what myself and Callum are doing is wrong. Did my husband, Callum's father tell me he didn't find sex appealing anymore, yes he most certainly did. Was I at that stage of our marriage, already fucking a younger guy, yes I was. Yet by then, Callum's father and I hadn't had sex in over nine months.
That morning Callum had returned home from college early. I was on our marital bed taking Kyle's cock up my asshole, when Callum's face appeared at our bedroom door. It took a few seconds and lots more wonderful thrusts of Kyle's cock up my ass, for us to stop. Mainly because I was enjoying being screwed again.
Callum went mad and promised to expose me to his father, telling him I'd fucked a guy younger than himself. Kyle got scared, quickly dressed and was gone in less than five minutes. Still naked on the bed with a aching to be fucked, instead of covering up, I spread my pussy lips and dipped a finger into my wet pussy. Callum's face was a picture of disbelief, but also one of lustful intent.
Backtrack here a little. I married Callum's father when Callum was eleven. He's now twenty and was eighteen when he walked in on Kyle and I. Callum's dad was fifty three, when he told me sex to him just didn't float his business minded boat anymore. You could say we married for convenience in the first place, as I was seen I'm sure by Callum's father, as a good looking woman to keep on his arm. And for some years the sex was ok, if not thrilling.
Callum's dad's lack of sexual desire eventually drove me to have an affair with a guy who played golf with my husband, but he too ultimately lacked in the bedroom department. Lusting after harder more dirty sex, I found myself allowing a young guy at a concert I went with my sister with, to seduce me. Meeting him at a motel the next morning, I had such a fantastic time being fucked like a lust and loving every minute of it. Alas the young man, was just that too young to carry on a lasting sexual relationship.
Kyle was/is the son of a female friend. He and I met at her birthday party and I had some oral fun with him there. It snowballed and we ended up meeting at our house for sex over a six month period. Callum caught us just as he was beginning to understand that I liked sex hard and horny.
Stood facing me just inside my bedroom was a moment which could have backfired on me, but I sensed Callum wanted to fuck me. Suggesting to him he should take up where the young man had left off, I was staggered to see Callum undress and then remove his boxers. Callum's father's cock is six inches fully erect, his son's cock is nearing nine inches and much thicker. And stood in front of me that morning his cock was stood upright and pulsatingly hard.
There was no fore play, no intimacy that first time. I'd asked Callum to take Kyle's place and that's exactly what he did. Turning me over and using my own pussy juices to ease his cock into me, Callum proceeded to fuck like a common whore. I'm not saying it was the best sex in the world that first time, it wasn't. But what it was, was raw instant dirty sex and it felt fucking awesome to have his cock deep inside me. I orgasmed on his dick twice before he groaned out his own climax, telling me I was his slut from then on.
Two days later with his father on the golf course, Callum and I played our own game. Taking him to his own bed, I had him lick and suck on my pussy and asshole as I sucked on his impressive cock. And it just went from there. We've never had conventional sex. It's always been sordid anything goes sex which suits us both. Sometimes we fuck even if his father is in the house, as he often crashes out from too much whisky. But mostly now, we fuck when his father is at work, or on one of his long days playing corporate golf.
It's a non formal relationship that works for the both/all of us. I get to have all the sex I need and keep the household as it should be. My husband still has a good looking woman to attend business functions and meals with. And his son's sexual education is being taken care of in every room of the house. And it is that very phrase that my husband recently used to hint he knows all about his son and I. Saying "Think my wine cellar could do with a clean, get Callum to clean it up with you, after you've educated him again".
So are we doing anything wrong. I personally don't think so, do you ?