My pussy was always clean-shaven, my nipples were always achingly hard. I'd bend over and he'd be choking or coughing because he'd caught an eyeful of...my pussy or nipples by mistake.It came to the point whenever he was around, I could feel his eyes on my innocent body. I knew that he was totally in love with my mother, I knew he wouldn't betray my mum, but even that didn't stop me from teasing him.The other night, I told Jake about how I couldn't resist kissing my mum's boyfriend, full tongue. I tried to hide itas best he could but teen-age male hormones are hard toresist. I tried to change the subject. “What does it tastelike?” I asked, realizing too late that I hadn’t changedthe subject at all.Inga sat down on the couch. “Vel, it tastes like…” Shehesitated a moment, then said, “I can’t describe it. Vydon’t you come over here and find out?” She held one naked breast up with both hands and offeredit to me. Her erect nipple. Now, she was lap dancing with some damn kid. “Ian.” she struggled to breathe. “You’re hurting me.” Shame doused his anger, reducing it to a threatening steamy simmer instead of a raging fire. He loosened his arms. Regan slid down his body, her high heels finally touching the floor. When his grip lessened, Regan’s first impulse was to pull away from him. Her body wouldn’t let her. Butterfly wings beat against the inside of her abdomen and fluttered across her pussy lips. “I’m sorry.” His voice. I had been faithful to him. Kept every promise I had ever made. I had kissed a few boys at school but Chris was the only man I had ever loved. And in truth, I still do.For this, I hate myself.You see, Chris is a great father to Ashly our two year old boy. He is also a brilliant son-in-law as my parents love him. I love his charm too.Also, I'm grateful to Chris for his open mindedness. I'm Hindu and he takes part in all my rituals.Sadly, until recently I thought he was the best husband I could.