Cheating On My Husband

I think, any woman who enters her forties can say that they like their ego rubbed once in a while. When you’ve had two children, and your husband no longer looks at you in the same way he used to, it’s always nice when someone else does. Even if it happens to be your twenty year old neighbor. I’m by no means unfit, I need to keep in shape to chase my kids around all day. I’m a stay-at-home mum. My kids are ten and eight, so I get the days to myself, to clean and be the housewife my husband always wanted me to be. When we first met seventeen years ago, I worked in a gym, and did marathons. I might not do marathons anymore, but still go to the gym four days a week. Now, my marriage is wonderful. I love my husband, but we don’t have the spark we once had years ago. I guess he sees me more the mother of his children, rather than his wife. I’ve tried everything I can to rekindle what we once had, but nothing seems to work. I don’t think he’s cheating on me, but a part of me doesn’t care. I say this because, I’m starting to get the idea of doing the same. With my neighbor… I’ve noticed Kevin checking me out for a few years, and he has never hidden it well. I’ve been flirting back for months now, and I’m at the point where I want to take it to the next level. The question is, would he? Even though he flirts with me, I’m not sure he would go further. Outside taking down the clean laundry from the line, I see him come out to mow his lawn. I smile at him, and wave. He comes over to the fence, a smile as big as mine on his own face. “When are you ever going to run away with me, Kelly?” He teases me. He always asks this, though I know he’s not serious. “I’m free today, Kevin, let me pack a bag. We can skip town now,” I lick my lips, looking at him. He looks so fit under his clothes. He has jeans and a white t-shirt on, and I just want to peel him out of them. I feel my desires for him building higher. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, that I can almost escort feel myself wanting to jump his bone right here on the lawn. “That would be my luck, I have to mow the lawn. My mom will skin me alive, how about tomorrow, sexy?” “Oh, can’t do it, kids have soccer practice. Maybe you can just come ravish me for an hour?” I giggle, leaning more into the fence, allowing him to see a good view of my breasts. “You’re killing me, one day when you mean it, we’re going to fuck,” he groans softly. His eyes are adverting down, looking at my breasts. My chest heaves a little, breathing heavier. His words like toxic to me. “I do mean it,” I whisper softly. I meet his gaze, which is now transfixed on mine. We both hear the sound of a car pulling up to his drive at the same time. It’s his mother, who gives me a smile, but glares at her son. He hasn’t started his chores, and she is not happy. We don’t say anything else, just parting ways. After I bring the laundry inside, I go to my bedroom. It’s only noon, and I have a few more hours before the kids come home. I decide that I need to come. I grab one of my favorite toys, and slide it inside me. I don’t even need to work myself into a state of wetness, because I’m already there. I lie there, listening to the sound of the lawn mower outside. It’s loud, and almost the only thing I can hear. Of course, I can hear my breathing, which is slowly getting heavier. My toy is buzzing softly inside me, my fingers on my clit. I picture Kevin inside me, looking down into my eyes like he did a few moments ago. His cock is filling me, stretching me to his size. It’s been seven long years since I’ve had sex last. The last time I had sex was because my husband wanted another child. When we couldn’t after six months of trying, he just stopped having sex with me. Now without wanting anyone as much as I want Kevin, I let out a moan. I begin fucking myself faster now. My toy is plunging escort bayan deeper into me, fucking me faster. I know I’ll come hard, and I want to so much. His cock feels good inside me, I knew he would. Moaning out his name, I grip the toy, and come so hard. The sound of the mower is louder than ever, drowning deep inside my brain. I rush of warmth between my legs covers me. I come so hard. Lying there, I tremble with need. I know I came well, but all I want to do is have Kevin come up and fuck me. I let out a sigh, and get up. I make the bed, and finishe my chores. I know if I don’t get it done before the kids get home, I never will get it done. When the kids do get home, I help them with homework before starting dinner. I decide on making meatloaf, knowing it’s one of my husband’s favorite meals. Like I said, we have a good marriage, and I do like making him happy. When he gets home, we sit around the table, and talk about our days. The kids are excited for practice tomorrow, and my husband goes on to talk about work. They have to let some people go, and it’s up to him to do it. I know how much he cares about his employees, so I know this’ll be hard for him. In bed, we talk more about it, when I offer to give him a back rub. He willingly accepts, and I start. My husband, like me, is still in great shape. His back is well defined, and I love running my fingers over his back, especially when I use massage oils. He is as relaxed as he can be, and begin to message him. I work his muscles deeply, because I know he likes it hard. He groans out, and I can’t help find it to be sexy. Even though it’s my husband and his moans, I can’t help but wonder what Kevin sounds like when he moans. It makes me wet, I get so turned on. My fingers wondering down, finding spots I know once used to make him crazy for me. His moans get a bit more excited, urging me on to continue. Maybe, just maybe I’ll get lucky? I want to be bayan escort fucked so much! Moving lower, until my hands work his arse he turns his head to look at me, “You’re doing what you used to do, Kelly.” I act as though I haven’t a clue what he means. I smile at him, “what?” I ask innocently. “You know what, I don’t want to. Not tonight,” he rolls slightly, causing me to slip off his legs. I sit at the end of the bed, watching him pull up the covers. “You never want to, Travis,” I sigh, climbing off the bed, I leave the bedroom. I decide I’ll wait until he’s asleep before going to sleep myself. Opting to go outside, and sit on my back porch, I feel myself get so angry. I want to cry. I try so hard to understand why my husband doesn’t want me. I can’t get him to open up to me about it. As though he doesn’t need or want me anymore. How can he just stop wanting me, but stay married to me? I’ve never really thought of divorce before, but as the years go on, I can’t help but think about it. Don’t I deserve to be happy in every sense? I notice that Kevin’s light is still on in his room. It’s not late, especially for a twenty year old. He tends to stay up all hours of the night. I go back inside, grab my phone and send him a text. “Don’t you ever sleep?” “Hey! No, sleep is for the weak.” “I guess I’m weak, and a lot of people I know,” I giggle at the thought of never sleeping. “I’m not most people. You know that. So, why you up?” “Can’t sleep, go figure.” “It is only a little after midnight, not too bad.” “Maybe, I guess. What are you doing?” “Gaming, but bored, Want Company?” “Yeah, I’m on my back porch.” “Coming.” I tuck my phone in my robe, and want for him to come down. It doesn’t take long before I hear the squeak of the gate being pushed open. He comes up the steps two at a time. He’s wearing just jeans, no shoes, no shirt. In hand, he has a bottle of whisky. I cluck my tongue at him, “Are you old enough to be drinking, Kevin?” He flashes me a giant grin, “Are you going to stop me ma’am?” “Ouch, Ma’am, really? Nice way to make me feel old.” “You are far from old, and you’re like the hottest mom on the block.” “Stop it; you’ve clearly already started drinking.” “I might have, but it’s still the truth.

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