by fuzzyt » Tue Jan 21, 2014 3:54 am
My secret is borne from another's secret from the past. On the night that I found out about my "now" ex-wife’s FIRST affair, that she had with a guy from our church, I wanted to drive home a point to her so I asked her how it would make her feel if I was to tell her I had done the same thing with one of the ladies from our church. At the time, I was in the construction business and had recently been remodeling this ladies home over a six month stretch. My wife admitted, in the midst of her begging for forgiveness, that it would hurt her deeply. I remained quiet after I said that to her and after a few minutes she squeaked out a "did you really?" I assured her I hadn't and that I was just making a point of how much hurt she had caused. SECRET IS OUT...I was actually telling the truth! Within a few days of starting that project I was fucking that gal every day for almost six months. My ex-wife never did find out and unless she's a member of this site and reads this post, she never will! But here's the kicker...those affairs were about five years into our marriage. I also had a couple more prior to that.
At the church we attended when we were first married (church is not as HOLY as it appears), I played keyboards and sang with a small band. I was also the band leader and a vocal coach for the other singers. Our female lead-singer also went to the same church. The two of us had been "flirting" for months before my wife and I were married. Only a couple weeks after our wedding, this girl kept getting more, and more, unhappy in her own marriage. One night after a rehearsal, after all the other members had driven off, we hung around and started talking about her problems. Well, one thing led to the next and before you knew it, I had her dress unbuttoned down the front, her panties in a wad on the parking lot and her skirt bunched up around her waist while I fucked her on the trunk lid of my car. We had quite a few "private" vocal lessons over the next few months; mostly we worked on her breath control and higher registers with LOTS of squealing exercises! Unfortunately though, she decided to try and work things out with her husband and they moved to another state.
And yes, I did mention "a couple more" secret affairs. The other wasn't really an affair, but just an infatuation of a young girl with a guy 10-12 years older than herself. Shortly before I started fucking the gal who's house I was remodeling, I had a short liaison with our babysitter, who by coincidence, also attended our church. I know, I know, it sounds like I'm making this stuff up...but it's true, churches are actually better hunting grounds than a single's bar! My wife and I had two toddlers by this time and there was an older lady at our church who had three teenaged daughters. The middle sister of these three always worked in the nursery at church and was a perfect pick as a babysitter. She kind of looked up to my wife as an "older" sister and she was always hanging around me because she had aspirations of becoming a singer in my band. She was very, very cute and could wear a short skirt as well as my wife. One night, after babysitting for us, I was driving her home when she asked if I could stop by the all-night Wal-Mart store because she needed to pick up a notebook or something. I told her "sure, why not" and I detoured to the store. There were a couple of derelicts hanging around out in front of the store, so as we approached the doors, she slipped her arm around mine. I thought it was because she needed the reassurance, but after we were inside, she kept hanging on. As she tugged me with her arm and directed me in the direction she wanted to go, I didn't say anything and just kept walking because it was kind of a turn-on having this hot young teenager holding onto me like a date. We turned a few eyes of those late-night shoppers, or at least she did, with her short little flouncy skirt, bare legs and sneakers.
I held one of those small carry-along baskets in one hand and she would let go of me, grab what she needed and put it in the basket, and then grab my arm again. In fact, she stayed locked to me all the way out to the car. I played along and walked her to the passenger door and unlocked it and opened it for her. When she stepped into the car she pulled up on her skirt like a lady will do so she can spread her legs enough to get in the seat. But this girls skirt was already short enough to do that; it wasn't necessary to pull it THAT FAR UP! I was just quiet though and tried to keep my eyes in my head. By the time I got in the car on the other side, she had crossed her left leg over her right and her skirt had "scooted" itself up to where I could see her leg all the way to her hip. She was panty-less and she was playing me like a well-tuned violin. I must have been staring because before I could start the car she asked if everything was alright. I assured her it was and started the car. That's when she blurted out, "You like my legs, don't you?" I told her they were "very nice" while trying to remain in the role of a gentleman. She put her right hand on her left leg and started stroking her fingertips up and down her exposed thigh and told me she had noticed that I liked to look at them. My heart was racing at that point and I was beginning to pitch a tent. She followed up with, "I can see you're really enjoying them tonight...would you like to touch them?" At that point, I lost all self-control and reached over and touched her leg. Her legs came uncrossed; she spread her knees, and said I could touch whatever I wanted too. Well, I'm a guy, right? I forgot all about who I was, who she was, and the age difference between us. My hand slid around her leg to her inner thigh and I pulled it up into her slit, which was smooth and bare. I shifted the car into gear, with my left hand through the steering wheel as she scooted over closer to me.
The high school was just around the corner and it had a huge, dark parking lot. That's where I poked and probed her until she was panting. Somewhere in all of that she also lost her shirt and bra and I was pulling and flicking her little nipples while I kneaded her small breasts like bread dough. I rubbed her to orgasm and then she started trying to mount me in the front seat. I told her we couldn't go that far so she went oral on me and then I helped her finish me off as we tag-teamed my stiff pole with our hands. The very next day I was making plans with my wife for a date the following weekend that would require a babysitter! Another short, but sweet, oral and hand session was all we managed. She lived a ways out of town but I still had to be aware of the time frame to keep my wife from becoming suspicious. That following Monday though, after she got out of school, I met the babysitter at the Park-n-Ride public parking lot. There, in the back seat, I fucked her for the first time. We met a few more times in the next couple of weeks, but one thing led to another and we just kind of quit seeing each other. Funny thing is, 10 years after that, she did wind up singing on the music team I was leading at our church. We always remained friends and just scratched it up to being young and wild. Some secrets are just better kept!
My wife and I finally divorced, after her third or fourth, or who knows what number of affair. She just wasn't very good at keeping secrets. I guess I’m pretty good, until now that is. It’s been almost 29 years since the remodel lady and the babysitter encounters. Interestingly enough, a couple of weeks ago I got a friend request on Facebook from the babysitter. It’s been nearly 12 years since I last saw her. Maybe it’s time to rekindle a friendship and see if she can still wear a skirt as a “forty-something” MILF as well as she did as a teenager. Or, maybe NOT wear a skirt (or panties); I’m flexible!