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Three for me, about a year after my divorce, and before meeting my present wife. In all three cases, I was then a bachelor living in a small cottage on the beach

One was a neighbor whose husband was away a lot on business trips. When he was away, she and I would hang out playing records at her place or mine. They also had a small cottage, nearby on my beach. After a few nights of hanging out, one evening we just stared at each other, and without speaking we just knew it was time for our first fuck. Over the next couple of months, we slept together at least once a week, depending on hubby’s travel schedule. Sometimes, even when he was home, she’d sneak out and come over to my place and we’d just have a quickie, then she’d go home. She was a wild one, trying all different positions in bed, on the stairway, under the deck, in her boat, in or on my truck, in the dunes. She was what you’d call a “spinner”: thin and lightweight enough that when on top she could rotate 360 degrees, staying mounted the whole time. We probably could have kept this up a while longer, except that one morning I had just pulled out of my driveway to go to work, and got as far as their driveway, where hubby was waiting to pull out. A brief moment of eye contact somehow just unnerved me and I just couldn’t go to her again. I don’t think he knew anything, but seeing him for the first time I was now seeing the man from whom I was stealing, and he was a real person.

Another, whom I was fucking at the same time as the neighbor on the beach, was a schoolteacher from another part of town. Her husband had flown to his high school reunion and told her he was now in love with a former classmate, so they were working out whether to divorce. Meanwhile, they continued to live together as a married couple, but she needed some relief from her home situation. So she’d come over to spend the night with me whenever I thought the coast was clear and if I knew I wouldn’t get caught by the beach neighbor. This one was horny all the time. She’d have her clothes off before reaching the top of the stairs, and was probably the wettest woman I’d ever known. I was always careful to change the sheets after she’d been there. She knew about Beach Girl, but didn’t mind. We eventually broke it off when we realized we had no future.

And there was a third one, whose husband had recently claimed to be gay. His wife was so shocked she just needed to test her own attractiveness and get away from her situation. She would bring her two small kids over, put them to bed on my sofa downstairs, then come upstairs to spend the night with me. We’d all have breakfast together, then they’d drive home.
she told the kids I was a friend and that when we were upstairs we would “talk”. They probably figured it out. This lasted for a few weeks, then she moved out of town to stay with her sister.