I had an affair with my stepson. My husband allowed it and at various points, the three of us would go everywhere together.
My stepson and I were never truly close mentally but we grew incredibly close physically. It happened slowly overtime. It started with short hugs that turned into long hugs. He would hold me so long that it became noticeable to others.
The hugs turned into cuddles and cuddles turned into grinding each other. He would go for weeks without connecting me and I would always think it was over but he’d come back right as I let my guard down.
When his father would go to work, he would come into the room, lay by me in his father’s spot, I’d straddle him and he’d cum in his pants and not clean himself after.
Eventually, I gave him a blowjob. He came in mouth, I swallowed. It tasted perfect and I felt honored that he allowed me to do that. I sucked him off another time. My husband didn’t mind if I fucked him. In fact, he encouraged it.
He has a girlfriend now. He and I have a fractured relationship now and that’s not because he has a girlfriend. We’ve always had a weird relationship but now it’s solid that we don’t speak. I don’t want to have a relationship with him and I’m sure neither does he.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss it with him. No one has ever touched me the way he did. His hands, his body, his lips, it was all calibrated perfectly to my body. Not an inch of us felt off when we were on each other. It was perfect. I never thought I would feel that with anyone ever. Sometimes, I have dreams about him and I wake up wet.
I think of fucking him off and on.
It kind of bothers me a bit knowing it’ll never happen but it’s for the best.
