I had never intended to take a lover; I hadn't even looked for one. I was happily married. I love my husband and being unfaithful just wasn't in my vocabulary. But fate had other plans for me, unasked, unwanted and certainly not needed, I had a good sex life and it was varied.
But now I have, and it's the young man next door, not much more than a boy really, even now two months later I can't believe he gets me going like he does. I only have to look into his eyes and my knees weaken, my heart pops, and my pussy grates and grinds until it gets grated and ground.
And I have more opportunities than I need, I'm at home nearly every day on my own, and he is a stay at home student, with his parents out at work all day. The number of times I have said to myself, this is it, no more, today is the last time, I can't fail my marriage anymore. I am determined, and then there he is at my door, or I even find myself at his.
Within minutes I'm on my back, hands and knees, under him, on top of him, we 69 both ways, on my table, on his, under them, the sofa's, chairs, every bed in both houses, there isn't a way we haven't made love and there isn't anywhere he hasn't fucked me. And, he fucks where my husband hasn't, and I'm sure you can guess where that is!
I'm Pollyanna Stroud, Polly to my friends; I'm 35 years old, Mathew is the boy next door who is now my erstwhile lover. He is Matt to his friends and to me of course. Matt is a very appropriate name because I've spent an awful lot of time on ours and theirs.
I like the way I look, I'm not a cat walk model, I'm 5ft 5" tall, I have a good receptive sensitive body, with lots of erogenous zones. I'm good looking enough for me and my 'legion' of admirers, I say legion because I do have admirers, a woman knows when she looks good, and that includes me. It give's you an idea that I am as good looking as my would be suitors think.
I have long wavy auburn hair, parted in the centre, my face is pleasing and attractive, as I've said my sex life is good, and I love sex in all its forms. I love sucking Dave's cock, and that I believe, has helped my lips to become the now super pouted smile I have. I never say no to Dave, my husband, he wants it, he gets it.
Matt next door is only nineteen, and how he got me still puzzles me to this day, but get me he did, and he still has me hanging. I need him now, the sex I have with him isn't any better that with my Dave. But it's certainly different in every way. Please don't ask me why or how, it just is. I love making love, being made love to by both of them, and I love it when either takes it into his head to batter me wholesale, its fabulous to be pummelled that way.
Matt is about 6ft 1, or 2", good looking in a young rugged almost gangly way, but you can tell in a year or two he is going to be big, and I don't mean the size of his already ample dick! His body frame is just waiting for the meat to arrive before he becomes the man he undoubtedly will be.
What my future is I cannot guess at, I'm dead certain I will be found out sooner or later, I know I have to stop but I can't, I love being with him. His naked body is too much for me now to resist. Dave and I have no children; we both decided from the very start that we didn't want to be parents, well not for a long time any way. So over the years I've been on the pill, for several years he used a condom, and I also had a Dutch cap fitted, but generally I found it uncomfortable. And at the moment we use condoms, and we must be the shops best customer!
We have lived next door to him and his mom and dad for ten years, I've seen him grow up from a nine year old to the irresistible boy he now is. We are good friends with his mom and dad, we used to baby sit him when he was younger. I knew he had an eye for me when he entered puberty, even Dave giggled at it when he would catch him staring at me.
It might be that he has a mommy thing, or a MILF need, I don't know. But he has his girlfriends and was as normal as any other boy his age as far as I know. Over the years we went to each others houses for parties, BBQs and the rest of it. I didn't worry about Matt. I had always been one to be 'looked' at but I never gave anyone any encouragement, so why I succumbed to him when I did still surprises me.
It all happened as I said quite by fate, it had to be, it was a conundrum of events that led me to my seduction by him. I must have been ripe to be plucked, and he plucked me. Even if I was unaware that I was in the ripened sexually aroused condition that I had happened to be the night he got me.
We were about to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary, and it was to be held on the Friday night, the exact date, do you see what I mean, it was fate rearing it's ugly head. Even the date was to work against me. I of course did a lot of the preparatory work, bought in all the ingredients etc, and Friday was the day to get it all ready. We have extra fridges and freezers in the garage, so I cleaned it and decided to prepare the sandwiches and other foods in there and leave them covered up.
The centre piece of the buffet was a large smoked salmon whole, and the caterer was paid to present it in a bed of salads and other complimentary foods. The rear dining room was the dining area, and our large sitting room, the kitchen and conservatory were the reception rooms for people to mingle. Let me say here, that although our homes are furnished in a completely different way, both houses were built exactly the same way; they even have a conservatory as big, but designed differently to ours.
I nipped out at around 5pm on the Thursday afternoon with Matt to help me to do some last minute shopping, we returned with my purchases. As I approached my front door I noticed some water seeping out from underneath it. I opened it and water flooded out, the whole of the house downstairs was under about 4" of water!
I screamed, Matt took my arm to steady me, and then I noticed water running down my stairs. He dashed into the garage where he knew the main water valve was and shut it off for me. Water up to our ankles, he ran upstairs and I heard him say, "Jesus fucking wept!"
"What is it Matt, what's happened?" I cried.
"The ceiling in your bedroom is down, there must have been a burst of some sort, it's and awful mess Polly," he shouted. I hurried up and saw what he meant. This is what led me to my unfaithfulness, but not yet, no, which was to be tomorrow late at night, in fact it was to be about 3am in the morning.
I called Dave, who called the insurance etc, he dashed home and we surveyed the mess, the ceiling in out bedroom was down, and the ceiling in our sitting room was sagging under the weight of the water in it. The whole of downstairs were flooded, the carpets already ruined. And I suppose the whole of the furniture which you could see where it had soaked up water.
Then I said, "Oh god Dave, what about tomorrow, our anniversary, what are we going to do?" I wept then, I was heart broken, my home, my beautiful home was ruined, and so was my big night. He comforted me and said.
"We'll think of something darling, don't worry something will turn up." And that when fate further entered my life.
"Why not have it at our house, mom and dad are on holiday, I'll call them to square it, I know they will say yes." It was Matt and he was saving the day, and fate was leading me head first, or should it be pussy first, to his young and very dynamic cock!