Oh no it might be heredity

Ok, ok, OK! Totally over the top, deviant and …probably deserve any of the consequences.

No excuses but will lay out the groundwork.

Have…I mean had been married a little bit over seventeen years. The bliss full years I could count on one hand. Still, we managed to produce two fine children. Both were born in the first couple of years of our marriage when the bliss was at it’s greatest. Sex was an every day looked forward to event. That changed.

Could have been because of the demands two babies put on our relationship, but most likely it was our realization that we were getting bored with each other. Cannot say which of us was the first to step out of our marital commitment, and to be honest, it was probably me.

Heck, by the time I first found out about my husband’s infidelities from my best friend, I broke into a hysterical laugh.

My confused friend was beside herself…she did not expect that reaction. Especially since she was confessing. She said that her and Bill, my husband, had gotten a little carried away, too much to drink, and the opportunity…and well…they ended up fucking.

Told her that all was forgiven…and that at least Bill wasn’t gay. Even told her to be my guest…as I was too busy playing my own field. Shocked the hell out of her.

The thing was, at the time of our conversation, I had her husband’s sperm sloshing around in my cunt…he had just gone out the back door as Eve came in the front!

Did not tell her that though.

As the kids grew up my opportunities were limited and my liaisons became further and further apart. Unfortunately, my sexual hunger seemed to get stronger and stronger.

Which made me take risks that I normally would not have done…and culminated in my getting caught by Bill, fucking his younger brother.

Bill used it as an excuse to file for divorce. Knew it was an excuse because I also knew he was fucking his brothers wife. Thing is, I did not care.

But…it sure changed our children. Guess we both did a good job of hiding our feelings because our son Sam and our daughter Sara were completely devastated.

So much so, they drew tighter to each other as if their very existence revolved around just them.

The first six months of the divorce went by in a flash, too much to do and too little time did not allow for much extracurricular activities. Had just three dates and one spontaneous encounter.

That spontaneous encounter is key though to what eventually happened.

Sam was in the final semester of High School and I was researching a college in the next town over. Decided to go on one of their sponsored tours.

Since I could not make the scheduled tour, the college made arrangements for a private tour.

My tour guide was a handsome young man, a student…

He showed me the campus and I enjoyed his company…and for whatever reason, I felt the need to flirt. I got a positive response, which encouraged me.

He asked if I would like to see what the dorms looked like…if he did not know what my intent was…he would soon.

By the time I was done with him…I realized a few things.