My confession is about my teen years. I lived next to a disabled veteran and his wife who had lost his mobility in Viet Nam. She was 28 with a little girl, and she was having trouble making ends meet. I was at the college teaching Biology, I didn’t make much money myself but I was available to help when I could, including all the manly things around the place she was renting. One thing led to another and then I was splitting the sheets with her. With her husband in the next room in disabled bed and the little girl in her room. He could hear us, and he went ape shit about it. But he couldn’t do anything about it, he just got madder and madder, and I kept going over and split the sheets with her. Neither she nor I could get enough of it. She needed a dick inside her and I needed her sweet pussy and tits against me.
She kept up with her duties with him, which included the most intimate of duties, and the little girl was quiet, she needed a father who could pick her up and take her places. I fucked her one day out in the kitchen, she was washing dishes and she was just too delicious. I got her pants down from under her summer dress and fucked her up against the sink in the kitchen. The little girl stood in the doorway watching and her husband heard it all from the his wheelchair in the living while watching tv. It was time to come clean and I told him I was making her my wife because he was useless, unemployed and disabled.
She left him, and we got married and moved to Idaho. The little girl is a grown woman now with her kids to take care of. My wife got a note from his mother that he had passed in his sleep. With a small note, ‘I never blamed you, the Devil possessed him’. That night, we pranced around the house naked, fucking her when I caught her, her daughter was in high school and she slammed the door to her bedroom. But my wife was free then, and all she wanted was more dick in her. Sorry to put it that way, but that’s the way we felt and that’s what we did. The daughter grew up to understand her mother’s feelings. Her mother’s frustration of the card dealt to her by her father. She told me once that at the beginning she was embarrassed of us fucking out in the open, but later it was just part of the picture.
