Kanani in the Pool - Sex Stories

Kanani in the Pool

... they could have done couples therapy or marriage counseling or whatever the fuck they needed to do in order to save their marriage and preserve that wonderful family.

They didn't do any of that.

Why?

Because of me.

That's the thought that haunts me, the thought that keeps me up at night.

The idea thatI was the one who broke up their marriage.

I have this picture in my head of John coming home from the Big Game and seeing that Goddamned stain on the sofa. I have this image of him asking his wife what happened.Did something spill? he asks her in my mind.No, she says with a smug smile, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief and something more.

Then what? he asks his wife, puzzled. Because that stain hadn't been there before he left for the Big Game, and now it was there, pointing right at the scene of the crime.

I let Jimmy fuck me. It was pretty good! I came twice. He came inside of me. We didn't use a condom. That's what she tells her husband of twenty years in my head.

Then John gets really angry. He doesn't hit her, because maybe he still loves her. But she betrayed him—and so did I. He demands a divorce. She smiles and agrees, her plan perfectly executed.

That's ...

... the fucking scene I cannot get out of my head, no matter how much I try. For thirty years, I have lived with that scene.

They got divorced because of me. Because Kanani told John that she let me fuck her on the TV sofa. They held it together for six more weeks, until graduation. Then they dropped the news on poor Jake and Samantha:We're getting a divorce.

Fuck!

I've written this down now, soon to be published on Literotica as some kind of story. You'll read it, if the title catches your eye.

But where should I put this? Should I publish this story inMature? After all, Kanani was 19 or 20 years older than I was when we had sex. How aboutIncest/Taboo—because Kanani was like my second mom? For sure, she was nicer than my real mom. Certainly notLoving Couples. I guess I'll try to publish my story inErotic Couplings because that day remains one of the most erotic days of my life.

I'll tell you all it's just fiction. Every character is fictional—including me. It's all made up from images in my head. Sure.

Maybe you'll vote. Maybe you'll leave comments.

Maybe you'll move on to the next story, one you'll like better.

This is just another fucking Literotica story—right?

Not to me.