I Was Trash To One Man And Then The Object Of Desire To Another Man

In my mid thirties I was divorced with two sons and living in a small rental house so the boys could go to the neighborhood school. The landlord was an older man and he took it upon himself to take care of me. He inserted himself in my life, taking over. I was living hand to mouth, I didn't know anything about maintaining a house, my car skills were inadequate. I gave into him and it became a sexual relationship, and he stopped charging me rent.

He continued to live in his house and most all the time he spent with me was at the rental house. I called him my boyfriend, for the sake of something to explain to my boys, this man who had now taken over the man of the house role for us. It was hard at first to face my boys after he spent the night with me, harder still to face them when he had just grabbed my breast or kissed me in front of them. I decided that it was a good learning experience, to see that their mother was a woman and a man wanted her really bad.

That following summer he invited us to go on a road trip in a rented RV. The main room was in the back and the boys slept in bunks. The place was really small for four people, and things that should have remained intimate slipped out. His lovemaking could at times get a bit rough, and he wasn't quiet about it, and at times words slipped out of my mouth. He was very sexually active on that ten day trip. And by the time we got home my boys had heard their mother at the mercy of a man.

Today, my boys are in college with girlfriends of their own. What they do with these girls isn't something I want to know, curious yes, but I will not push that narrative with them. Their mother is still the woman of the man that took us in after my divorce. He is older and I am older, but we have the house to ourselves and not everything happens in the bedroom. He wants sex, pure and simple. And it's me he wants. We now live in his house and the rental is for a young couple.

It was the rent that I really couldn't afford that pushed me into accepting him as a lover and then the man of the house. Between thirty five and forty five I have had more sex than I ever imagined. It is a thing of being desired by man, sometimes it's the way he looks at me that has me half naked at breakfast before being marched off to the bedroom.