That was the longest shower of my life. Eric fucked me against the tiles and I came over and over. We spent the rest of the day in the house, fucking each other’s brains out. He loved to fuck me when I wore my sexy lingerie and we spent a long while with him showing me how to please myself with the vibrator.
By the time my parents returned Eric was back working the day shift and my vibrator got plenty more exercise. It drove me nuts not to see him I was an adult and I didn’t want to sneak around with my lover. I knew that Eric was the one for me. As soon as he was back on the evening shift we started fucking again, with me sneaking into his house. I brought up the subject of him leaving Charlotte, but he was evasive. I knew that he didn’t want to hurt her, but I had to come first.
One day I heard Eric and Charlotte arguing. She was accusing him of having a mistress because they never fucked anymore. I figured it was my cue. The next day I left a message for Charlotte at work, telling her she needed to come home immediately. I left it anonymously of course. Then I went into her house and started sucking her husband’s cock. I’d already cum twice and Eric was pumping me hard and fast from behind when she walked in on us. She was furious, but we simply couldn’t stop what we were doing and we both came there in front of her.
She moved back to her parents that night and I moved in with Eric. We married as soon as his divorce came through, and contrary to everybody’s predictions he’s never cheated on me. Why would he? He’s got a slut at home so there’s no need for him to find one elsewhere. It’s now 15 years later and I’m a freelance writer and Eric and I have two beautiful children. We also have a great sex life. In fact, I better stop typing now because my husband’s cock needs sucking.
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