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My story about my affair with a little guy with a

My name is Frances and I have been married to my husband, Rob, for a long time. For the past 30 years, I have fucked many men, while Rob has watched and in some cases, taken pictures or videos. Rob has posted two stories, on a couple of the fellows, including the one that I am writing about. I do not write quite as well as he but he asked me to write a story, so I'll give it a try. I am an Irish- American catholic woman. I was raised by strict parents and when I was a teenager, I went to parochial grammar and high school, and yes I wore the uniform, Nuns taught us that pre-marital sex was a mortal sin. The thought of having sex with a black man was absolutely forbidden. When I was 15, I was thin, about 5' 6" 34 B-23-36, brownish-reddish hair and, I was told, very pretty. I met Rob when I had just turned 15, he was 16, He was a very big guy, and could scare someone with just a glance. When Rob and I met, I played the virgin, even though I wasn't. God knows, if you were anything else back then, you were a slut. Rob and I got together and eventually I got pregnant and we got married when I was only 19. I had a girl and two years later I had a son and after that point I went on the pill until an event made me get my tubes tied. Our marriage was having its rocky moments like all do, I think that I was feeling cheated out of my dating years and had developed a lot of resentment toward Rob, because of it. It got so bad that I told Rob that I wanted a divorce. I stopped sl**ping in ...

... bed with him and was instead sl**ping with my daughter. I was only 23 at the time. A couple of months went by and Rob was working every night from about 5:00 pm until about 2:00 am. It was the beginning of May and the days were getting much warmer so I would sit out on the porch after I put the k**s to bed. A guy that lived with his parents next door, started sitting and talking to me. I felt so lonely and it really felt good to speak to someone. His name was also Robert. He was 22, not terribly good looking and was about 5" 8". But he was nice. This went on for about a week, I would put the k**s to bed, sit on the porch and wait for Robert to come home from work at about 9:30 pm. He would always come right to the porch and sit next me and just talk, mostly about me, for a couple of hours. I remember distinctly, that on a Monday, right after I was particularly nasty to Rob, before he went to work. I put the k**s to bed then put a nightgown and a bathrobe over it before I went to the porch for my vigil. When Robert pulled up next door, I looked to see that no neighbors were out and as Robby came up the steps, I took his hand and led him into the house. We sat on the couch and watched TV with some small talk, as he was saying that he shouldn't be in the house because he would get killed if Rob found out, I reached over and pulled his face to mine and gave him a long passionate kiss. He started kissing my neck and shoulders. I got up and let the bathrobe fall to the floor. He ...