That was a lie. I loved my husband, At least I thought I did. These last few months had me rethinking that. How could I love someone and still betray ...im so badly? Still working that out.But my boytoy was in college and broke, pursuing an English degree. He had dreams of being a teacher. Lots of bucks there, I'm sure. Nope, he was just a fuck toy, plain and simple. I'm sure sooner or later I'd get tired of him and his equipment. But I had a taste now, and I knew I would be on the prowl for a. ) and she had sexual development advantage over me of about 18 to 24 months. I was the prey and she was the cougar, in spite of our being physically the same age. Good thing our brains were in charge and not our bodies!I was willing, frightened but willing. I am so very grateful that I had the form of a virile 14 year old and could perform as she demanded in spite of some performance anxiety. All that went away as soon as she revealed her indescribable form.It was the best I had experienced. As I got older, I started being more adventurous. I’d eave the bedroom door open and keep myself on the edge of cumming until I’d hear the front door open and then I’d let myself have a mind blowing climax. I knew I’d have about a minute before they’d head upstairs, and it made the feeling so much more intense to imagine getting caught in the midst of something like that. I never did get caught ‘red handed’, but I had a few funny looks. Thinking back on it, they probably suspected what I was. "No need for a swimsuit, Terri, Sam and I go in nude all the time. So much more relaxing that way, don't you agree?" Kathy asked, more as an invite than a suggestion. "Yes, I totally agree with you," Terri replied. I'd seen her standing there contemplating the idea of going in the spa now or should she wait until later, so I invited her to go ahead and get in it if she wanted to that nobody would mind. Thanking me for the suggestion, she removed what clothes she had worn and giving all of us a.