HectorCamachoJr
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I met her in October at my yoga class. I had just gotten out of a relationship and didn't have many friends, she was kind of in the same boat; so we hit it off pretty well. Her family has a little money and for Christmas they were taking a family trip to Hawaii and she invited me. As much as I love my family, I wasn't going to pass up an all expense paid vacay to Hawaii. So instead of flying to see my folks for the holidays, I flew to Hawaii with my new bestie .
Moving along, once there, I got acquainted with her dad and step mom. He had her young, so he is only 15 years older than me. When I tell you there was instant attraction and chemistry between us. He was fine, still had some youthful swagger about him. We liked the same music etc, etc... But, he's married and is my friends father, so I knew I could never go there. So, I quickly shoved the sheer thought of that way in the back of my mind.
BUT, throughout the whole trip (we were there a week) he kept leering at me and flirting with me. The xesual tension was so obvious that I was afraid that his wife and my friend would notice. Come to find out, his wife is a pill popper and she would be nodding on and off. It just seemed like she was in a constant fog.
One night, a little after midnight after my friend fell asleep, I went outside our hotel room and got into the hot tub. A few minutes later, he came out and asked if he could join me. We spent over an hour just talking and flirting in the jacuzzi.
Fast forward to the 30th of December. They were planning on going to Las Vegas for New Years. He asked me if I had any plans and I told him no, then he invited me along. Initially, I declined because I felt that he had been generous enough, but then he insisted so he got me a ticket. We all had drinks, and my friend stole some of her step moms Vicodin and we both took them. That stuff had me super horny. Her step mom passed out early, like around one, so it was just me, my friend and her dad drinking, smoking and shooting the breeze. Then, my friend passed out. Shortly after, he and i started kissing, then we went into the other room and started fµck!ng. He took the key card just in case she woke up.
Now, about a month later, we're still making love. Usually, he gets rooms for us, but we made love in his home, in his bed on a couple of occasions. I know it's fµcked up and I never in a million years thought I would ever be the other woman to a married man, but I'm falling in love with him and he's told me that the feeling is mutual. We've even discussed the possibility of him getting divorced. I'm to the point where I don't even care about how this would effect my friend. That may sound selfish, but I want him and I want him to leave his wife. I want him for myself.
Moving along, once there, I got acquainted with her dad and step mom. He had her young, so he is only 15 years older than me. When I tell you there was instant attraction and chemistry between us. He was fine, still had some youthful swagger about him. We liked the same music etc, etc... But, he's married and is my friends father, so I knew I could never go there. So, I quickly shoved the sheer thought of that way in the back of my mind.
BUT, throughout the whole trip (we were there a week) he kept leering at me and flirting with me. The xesual tension was so obvious that I was afraid that his wife and my friend would notice. Come to find out, his wife is a pill popper and she would be nodding on and off. It just seemed like she was in a constant fog.
One night, a little after midnight after my friend fell asleep, I went outside our hotel room and got into the hot tub. A few minutes later, he came out and asked if he could join me. We spent over an hour just talking and flirting in the jacuzzi.
Fast forward to the 30th of December. They were planning on going to Las Vegas for New Years. He asked me if I had any plans and I told him no, then he invited me along. Initially, I declined because I felt that he had been generous enough, but then he insisted so he got me a ticket. We all had drinks, and my friend stole some of her step moms Vicodin and we both took them. That stuff had me super horny. Her step mom passed out early, like around one, so it was just me, my friend and her dad drinking, smoking and shooting the breeze. Then, my friend passed out. Shortly after, he and i started kissing, then we went into the other room and started fµck!ng. He took the key card just in case she woke up.
Now, about a month later, we're still making love. Usually, he gets rooms for us, but we made love in his home, in his bed on a couple of occasions. I know it's fµcked up and I never in a million years thought I would ever be the other woman to a married man, but I'm falling in love with him and he's told me that the feeling is mutual. We've even discussed the possibility of him getting divorced. I'm to the point where I don't even care about how this would effect my friend. That may sound selfish, but I want him and I want him to leave his wife. I want him for myself.