My 23 year old step-daughter Caroline Rae - "Roxy" to most of us -- proved to be the horny, slutty girlfriend I'd been hoping to have since I left my boring, prudish first five six years ago.
I discovered my sexual prowess a bit later in life. Married right out of college, I was shackled for 12 years to a lovely but sexually stilted bitch. I played the doting husband and didn't cheat on her, trying to be the good guy. The pervert in me wouldn't be retrained forever, so after nearly a decade of being repressed, I began screwing around with porn. That led to chatrooms, emails, sexting, webcam sex, and ultimately an overnight affair on a business trip with a slutty married chick. Her name was Kitty, she was a slim, petite Chinese-American fox, who fucked around with her husband's permission. The sex was unbelievable, I think I had five orgasms that night, the woman kept screaming, "Fuck me again, stud, I love your cock!" I realized my seven-inch prick was pretty good at sex, I kept it up for hours for the most part, and wore down the married cunt. I felt like Thor or Apollo or something, just a divine creature meant to put smiles on horny women's faces.
So six years ago, at age 34, I left my first wife, hoping to find bliss in sexual freedom. I fucked around with women I met on the Internet, having a decent time, but after a few years grew tired of waking up alone most mornings. Yeah, life as a sexy, horny 30-something bachelor wasn't all great. I had a couple women wanting to be my steady girlfriend or even second wife. I resisted their charms, but gave in when Amanda Rose bluntly demanded that I propose to her. While Amanda Rose wasn't the hottest woman I'd met and she was six years older than me, she was attractive and a total whore in bed. But Amanda Rose was also loaded -- family money -- and that attracted me as much as her shaved vagina or C-cup titties. Within a few months, we were married in Vegas.
Amanda Rose came with one adult child, Caroline Rae -- Roxy. She was living at college 2,000 miles away the entire time I was bopping her mom then getting married, so while I'd seen pictures of her, I'd never actually met her in person until after I'd moved in with her mom.
Roxy is decently hot. She's not a model, but if you looked just at her face, you'd want to fuck her. Nice round nose, wide brown eyes, thick cocksucker lips. Her hair was light brown, or maybe a very dirty blonde, something in that range. Her tits were awesome, too -- D-cups, bigger than mommy's, they looked through her clothing. The rest of her body was average, I'd say -- thick waist, sort of meaty buttocks, slightly flabby thighs. But she was tall, so it all worked for her. She didn't have studs hanging off of her, but from what her mom told me, she was doing alright with the boys at college. I mean, they are college boys, right -- if she was willing to suck them, she'd find an endless supply of boyfriends. Hell, it worked for her mother.
Unfortunately, you saw this coming I'm sure -- marriage to my second wife, even a horny one, wasn't satisfying my perversions. I was still secretly screwing around the Internet with other women, and arranged to cheat on Amanda Rose almost right after a year of being re-married. That time it was with a single, 25 year old graduate student who screamed like a banshee when I stuck her with my full seven inches of meat. As she arched her skinny back and her C-cups were bouncing around on her slim torso underneath me, I realized, hell I wanted to keep fucking other chicks.
Once I started cheating on Amanda Rose, I began getting a hunger for swinging. I'd known about it for years and the idea of exchanging sex partners with another couple sounded really fun to me, but I never went looking for that. Then, two months ago, I met this woman Alexis on the Internet. She was 33 years old and married, with a rocking, slim tanned body, long golden-yellow blonde hair, and round blue eyes. When she saw my fit body and sturdy cock on the webcam, she told me she definitely wanted me to fuck her -- but, there was a catch. She and her husband were swingers, so she'd fuck me only if I brought my wife for her husband to fuck.
Now that was a problem, see. Amanda Rose wasn't into swinging or cheating, she told me so several times. I actually broached the subject with her, now that we had a real opportunity, but my second wife laughed it off like I was joking.
Alexis's offer to swing with her husband, Billy, after all the years of fantasies about it, incentivized me to find a swing partner. I put ads on the Internet, asked women in local chat rooms, that sort of thing. No one was biting, however.
Out of nowhere, Roxy presented herself to me as the ideal candidate. She's finished college a year ago and been living in her own apartment across town, maybe 15 minutes away. She and I were friendly, in a very casual way -- she called me Rick, not Dad, and she and I never really had conversations together unless she was over at her mom's house and her mom wasn't around us for a few minutes. There was no sexual tension in our relationship whatsoever. I'd stare at her tits, but she seemed used to that. She wasn't flaunting herself in front of me, either. I kind of had the feeling, in fact, she wasn't really attracted to me.
Then one night, just over a month ago, she came over for a late evening supper on a hot spring day. It was early May, but the weather was fucking hot, and even at 9 pm it was over 80 degrees outside. Her mom, Roxy and myself were sitting around a backyard patio table drinking some wine, then doing some shots -- and Amanda Rose was having too much of the alcohol. From the heat of the day, and nearly a bottle of wine plus four or five shots of Tequila, Roxy's mom disappeared into the house at one point and didn't come back. Roxy went looking for her mom, then came out of the house and announced, her mom was passed out, drunk to her eyeballs, on a sofa inside. It wasn't the first time that had happened.
Caroline Rae was a little tipsy too, but could hold her alcohol better than her more petite mom. The alcohol lubricated her sensibilities, however, and we got to talking about boys and sex.
I don't recall how we got into it, but I she was asking if I'd been screwing around on my first wife with Roxy's mom. I was partially inebriated, I proudly told the 23 year old how I was banging a bunch of women, including married women. She didnn't seem upset about it, and in fact, she asked if I was still banging women besides her mom. Big moment, right, was I going to admit that I was cheating on her own mother? I played coy, smiling about it, and I asked if she'd be upset by anything I said. Roxy shrugged, she was worldly and said, I don't want my mom being hurt, but, what she doesn't know can't hurt her?
Still, I wasn't about to admit I was fucking other women, so instead of answering, I turned tables. I said, I'll tell you who I'm fucking these days, if you tell me who you are fucking?
Roxy sighed, her tone revealed disappointment as she responsed. She said her most recent boyfriend wasn't good in bed, and she was trying to hit on some handsome hunk at her new job, but he was engaged and wasn't returning her affections.
"So, what are you looking for -- a boyfriend, or just a good fuck from a handsome guy?" I asked her with someone in mind, but no, it wasn't me, serously.