Living Dangerously

I live in a quiet cul-de-sac. My husband of 12 years left me because he had a nervous breakdown. The lecherous man across the street took advantage of this and I submitted to him. He walks in my house and gives me and my kids advice. I don't disagree with him, but he shouldn't be parenting them, and me. But he does, I don't stop him, I don't want to upset him, or worse start parenting me in front of the children. Plus I can't find anything wrong with what he says, my children need to hear him, I can't deliver the same message.

Now back to sex. I found out, personally admitted to me, that he fucks this other divorced woman on the street. Like it's his duty to keep us divorcees fucked so we don't go crazy. Of course, she knows he is fucking me because he told her, like sweet new pussy for him. We thought we should teach him a lesson, by going on the rag at the same time and giving him a week to suffer.

It backfired, he knows better than we do what our cycles are and he called us out. Getting his pussy time. Now this is an open three sided triangle. He has us manage our time and commitments to ensure he is not on the sideline. If I feel so strongly is that he targets our pussy, he gets pussy, we get the deck fixed, the car serviced, he deals with the landscaping crew.

We have a calendar, which he gets a copy, of whose house he needs to service. Big red blocked out out of service days. Based on our cycles he has full 30 day month of service opportunity. All he has to do is click and we know when to receive him. We feel bad about this, planning our sex life this way. Because it is sex. Which is a need now and we argue about the calendar so we get a fifty fifty split. One day we will be punished for this.