Where it happened: My apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I live on the 8th floor of this very nice apartment building. During my first week there I met the people in the apartment across from mine — a young couple, probably in their mid-twenties. The husband seemed quite nice, and the wife was extremely attractive. Pretty face, nice body, but she seemed quite shy. Her name was Karen and her husband’s name was Ken. Actually I had seen the wife, before I had seen her husband. She took the same bus I did to work. Then one evening I noticed that she was also on the bus I took home, and she walked to the same apartment building, and took the elevator to the 8th floor. It was then we discovered we lived across the hall from each other. As I said, she seemed quite shy, but one day she invited me over for dinner, and to meet her husband, and so I went. The dinner was nice, but I gathered that all was not really well between she and her husband. He seemed to be rather distant toward her and kind of ordered her around, more like a servant than a wife. The more we traveled together on the bus, in the morning, them more I got to know her. She began to sit next to me,and opened up, more and more about her situation. It was not good. I would see Ken in the hall or on the elevator from time to time, but we never really spoke much except to greet each other. It took a few months, but I finally learned from Karen that he husband was very demanding, and that their sex life was virtually non-existant. I could tell,that she really needed someone to talk to and confide in, soone day, after we returned from work, I invited her in to my apartment. Ken was still at work. We talked a lot that afternoon in my kitchen, and ended up embracing, and then undressing each other. She begged me to fuck her on the kitchen table. It was a very sturdy table, and so I did.It was probably the best fuck I had ever had in my life, and I had fucked a lot.She was ecstatic, too and told me she had never quite felt anything like that before. We had sex quite a bit after that. Neither of us felt any remorse or anxiety about it. She wanted it and I wanted it and we gave ourselves to each other fully. This went on for at least a year or more. Then one day, when Karen and I were lying in bed, a knock came at the door. I left Karen in bed and put on a robe to answer the door. It was Ken. “You’re fucking my wife, aren’t you?” was his first remark. I asked him why he thought that. He explained he’d suspicioned this for quite awhile, and was certain of it.We talked awhile, as I tried to assure him his suspicions were unfounded. But he persisted. He asked to see my bedroom. At this point,however, Karen came out of my bedroom, stark naked, and told Ken that Yes, she had been having sex with me, and that she loved me. 6 months after that, they were divorced and Karen moved in with me. We’ll be married next week.
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