| Straight: Infidelity: Angie (1/6) |
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Up until last year I was a 45-year-old single parent of two teenaged girls: Marie, age seventeen and Rose, age sixteen. My wife had been gone for 15 years and I concentrated on raising my family and working. I never thought that there could be anyone in my life again – besides, who wants a man with baggage? My children were always having kids over for study groups or sleepovers. One day Marie brought home Angie, for homework and gossip about whatever boy hit their fancy at the moment. After a few hours Marie came to me and asked if she could go to Angie’s house for the weekend. I told her that I didn’t care as long as she followed my rules. If it’s at someone else’s house, I have to at least meet the parents and get contact information. Marie was already two steps ahead of me, and told me that Angie’s mother was on her way over to meet me. The rest is history: Angie’s mother, Sara, is now my wife, and makes all of my wildest dreams come true – or so I thought. Don’t get me wrong: Sara is insatiable and vivacious, and I am very spoiled sexually. I have a smile on my face 24/7, yet I would be lying if I told you that I don’t look at and have fantasies about my kids’ friends, especially Angie. Yes, I know what you’re all thinking: what kind of sick pervert would want to have sex with their stepdaughter? Well, me. Angie is a senior in high school and eighteen, thanks to failing the ninth grade… so, legal, barely… but still legal. If you were in my shoes, I doubt that you would be able to help yourself either. Angie is five foot two, ninety-five pounds, big dark eyes that just mesmerize you, shoulder length black hair, dark complexion, pert little breasts, and a smile that would make any man’s knees go weak. So, yes, even though my wife is everything a horny middle-aged man could ever dream of, I kept telling myself that if I ever had the opportunity I would be remiss in my duties as a man to not to fulfill Angie’s needs. Well, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my sick mind; I never expected anything to ever actually happen. Let me tell you, Angie didn’t make it easy either. She always seemed, from the very beginning, to be very comfortable with who she was and her sexuality. Marie came to me early on and told me that Angie slept in the nude and that she was uncomfortable with that. So her mother talked with her and got her to compromise by wearing one of my white tee shirts in bed. Angie had no problems with walking around at night in nothing but my tee shirt. The first time that I saw her, was just a fleeting glimpse as she went into her room. As I came up the stairs she glanced over at me as she went into her room and smiled the most beautiful and seductive smile ever. My tee was all she had on, and it accentuated her luscious body perfectly. Her nipples pushed right through the fabric and her tight little ass pushed through the other side. As she went into her room, the light in her room highlighted her features perfectly. Needless to say, that night Sara and I made love like it would be our last time. When we were finished we just collapsed in each |
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