In my early 40s, after my wife (Jane) and I split up and she moved out of the area, I got quite friendly with one of her female friends (Eve). Eve was good looking, slim to average with short fair hair. She was married and would drop by my house when nearby on the pretext of needing to ask me something. Of course I was flattered and to cut the story short we usually fucked in the matrimonial bed. After the first time we were lying on top of the bed and she told me that it turned her on that we had fucked where I used to fuck my wife. Over the next few months she got more inquisitive and would ask where my wife and I had sex, how we had done it and then she wanted to do the same. This led to sex over the house including once in the kitchen. I told Eve that I had fucked Jane while she was bending over the sink. Actually, I never had but it was a fantasy of mine. Eve couldn't wait and within minutes she was bending over taking my cock and cum. The occasional sex lasted nearly a year before she decided that it was too risky to carry on. No regrets.
I have recently fucked my 19yr step daughter, she loves the fact that I'm cheating on her mum. Her sluttiness turns me on. She won't let me make love to her, I can just fuck her when she wants it's, and only when she wants it, most is when her mum is in the bath. Her mum has put on weight since we first met and sex is infrequent, but she does make fun of her mum, sayings it's her fault that she can't satisfy me and saying we can hear her getting out 9f the bath and we fuck really hard and fast in the living room, as her mum gets out of the bath and pulls the plug, she rides me and is filthy, telling me to fuck her slut pussy, fuck your whore daddy, leave your cream in me, she has a contraceptive implant so I am in heaven, and make sure her mum sucks my cock and tastes her. It's so fucking hot, I'd love to just take my time with her, but all I get is filthy quickies, no point in complaining.
One of the families I still babysat for, even after getting married, I had really hoped to be like. The parents would go on date nights every Friday after work and the third Friday they'd go off for the weekend. I thought that was a brilliant way to keep the marriage alive.
One third Friday my husband dropped me off and no one was home. This was before cell phones and pagers, so I'd just had to wait until someone showed up or called or else, I'd leave in the morning. It wasn't the first time, and I was the one that housesat when they'd leave as a family on vacation, so I was pretty comfortable with their place.
When the husband showed up, alone, he was very drunk and depressed. They had a fight, and she took the kids and the car. He had walked to a bar and was hard to understand. I got him to his room and started to undress him enough to go to bed. Suddenly he got excited and started undressing me. I resisted at first but... well... I got to live out one of my youthful fantasies. That weekend was like a second, brief honeymoon. I found out that some of the places that they went to on third weekend dates were nude resorts and a wife swapping club.
They got back together, and I kept babysitting for them until my husband got a better job and we moved to be closer to it. That one time basically changed something in me as I became much more willing for adventure after that
