I would never have thought I would be where I am in my life. Not that I do not like where my life is, just that anyone who knew me growing up would be shocked where I am.
I will need to give some background information so that you could understand. My name is Kristin, but everyone calls me Kris. I grew up in an upper-middle-class household with two loving parents who gave me everything I needed. As a result, I was popular during my high school years, where I was an honor roll student, head cheerleader, and a star in soccer and softball. I have a five-foot nine-inch frame with long legs, a tight ass, and a perky 36B breasts. In addition, I have long black hair, which helped to give me an active social life. Although I dated often, I would not give into my dates' pressure for sex.
After graduation from high school, my life continued to be outstanding as I went on to college. I was given a scholarship for softball at a large Division One school. I joined a sorority and continued to be popular with the guys. The only difference college gave me from high school was that I did broaden my horizons sexually.
It was my freshman year, meeting a guy at a party. We made our way to his place, where I lost my virginity. I loved it and wanted more. I could not understand why I waited so long. For the rest of my college years, I experienced sex whenever I could. I loved it.
After graduation, I landed a job managing a large hotel. I loved what I was doing, and being a young woman, it was ideal for me. I usually worked a split shift between the day shift and second shift. My hours were 11 AM to 7 PM, which was perfect because I could sleep late and be out of work early enough to be out partying with my friends. Life was going well for me. I was happy and living it up.
One night while out with my girlfriends, a guy started talking to me. His name was Jay. He was cute, had a smoking body, and was quite charming. The night went on, and I enjoyed Jay and his company. Finally, he asked me if I wanted to get out of the club and go someplace quiet. I knew what was going to happen, and I needed it as badly as he did.
Thinking we were going back to his place, I was shocked when we got into my car, drove to a secluded area, and started making out. I was so horny I didn't protest when Jay undid my shirt and removed my bra, exposing my perky tits. Instead, I responded by undoing his pants and burying my face into his crotch as I sucked his dick.
His cock was rock hard, and I wanted him in me. I straddled his lap, reaching down, taking hold of his cock guiding it to my pussy. I was wet, and I needed his cock. I lowered myself onto him feeling his seven-inch dick slide into me. I slid up and down on him, bouncing harder and faster as I felt his dick ram deeper. My moans became louder, Jay's breathing became more shallow. I knew he was about to cum, and I was close to orgasm. I felt Jay's hands tighten around my waist and felt his cock throb deep in me. He was cumming, filling my cunt with his hot thick creamy jizz. Hearing Jay's moans and feeling his cock empty into me drove me over the edge. My body started to shake, and my body tensed as I exploded all over Jay's dick.
Not much cuddling afterward. We got dressed and returned to the club, and went our ways. Over the next few months, Jay and I would meet at the club, which always resulted in a hot fuck session. I was getting used to fucking in the car, something I didn't do since college, but I didn't question why. I wanted to fuck. It was nice having a fuck buddy where I didn't have to worry about anything but sex.
My life was getting busy and becoming very hectic. However, my fuck sessions with Jay were feeling better than ever. Then it happened. With the busy life, I must have forgotten to take my birth control pill. I realized that after I missed my period.
I didn't know what to do, I was scared. I was afraid of what my parents will do when they heard the news. My parents have always been so supportive, but hearing that their precious daughter is knocked up like a little whore, a slut, it might have been too much for them to hear.
First things first, I had to tell Jay. So I went to the club and quickly told him we needed to talk. So we left the club and went to my car. He was surprised once he realized he wasn't getting laid that night, but instead, I dropped the bomb that I was pregnant.
I started to find out some of the truth about Jay. Over the next week, I found out why we were always fucking in my car. Jay was living with his sister and her husband, and their kids. He had not gotten a place of his own because he was on probation and could not earn money to find an apartment.
Jay had spent time in the county jail because of battles he had been having with drugs and alcohol. He had numerous DUI charges and was carrying a variety of drugs when he was pulled over.
I was devastated. I would never have been with a man who had such a background. My parents will be disappointed when they find out I am pregnant, but my dad will go ballistic when he hears about Jay's record.
After getting my report from the doctor confirming that I was pregnant, I had to tell my parents. I did this without Jay being there because after I told my parents about him, I didn't want him handy thinking my dad would wring his neck.
Sitting in my parent's living room, I reached deep down for the courage to tell them. "Mom, Dad, I do not know how to tell you this, so I am just going to blurt it out. I'm pregnant."
They didn't say a word for what seemed like forever. My dad was very calm, but I can see the hurt in his eyes. I started crying. Dad looked at me and asked, "Who is the father?"
"His name is Jay, I told him."
"Why is he not here telling us with you?"
I looked down to the floor, "I didn't want him here, dad. There are things I need to tell you about Jay that I didn't know."
Dad sat there quietly, listening to me, "Go on," he said.
I went on to tell them both about Jay's past and how he had spent time in jail. Dad listened carefully, "Is this guy going to do the right thing?"
"Yes, daddy, he wants to stand with me and raise this baby."
Mom and dad, as they always did in my life, stood alongside me and supported me to help me through it all. Dad found a house that was being auctioned off being sold for back taxes. He bought it and remodeled it for us.
Mom and dad were there for everything as they always were. Both tried their best to accept Jay. But, as hard as they tried, I could see daddy wanted to kill him.
We moved in a few months before my due date. I immediately fell in love with the house and the neighborhood. Everyone was so lovely and helpful. When my dad was remodeling the home, he met the guy who lives behind us. Our yards meet. His name is Tony and dad told me he is a nice guy.
The day we moved in, I met Tony. He was an older man whose wife passed away from cancer a few years earlier. He was still devastated over it. But, he was so sweet and made us feel like we were part of the neighborhood for years. I felt like I knew him for years from the first time we met.
The weeks flew by, and Tony always asked how I am doing and how I felt. I always enjoyed talking with him and spending time because he was so sweet. Then the magical day arrived, and I gave birth to my daughter. My parents were so proud to have a granddaughter. I felt things were perfect.
I was discharged home. There was Tony with a gift for the baby. That was such a sweet gesture on his part. Not only was I touched so were my parents.
As the months and years went by, Tony and I spent many days chatting and enjoying each other's company. Our friendship continued to grow, and many nights when Jay wasn't around, I would invite Tony to join us for dinner, and many nights Tony would make a large meal and ask Jay and me to join him. It was so lovely to have such a good neighbor.
Then things drastically changed. Jay lost yet another job, and when my father found out, he went off on Jay and told him he better get more responsible and keep up the property, but he needed to keep a job for more than a few weeks.
From that day on, Jay was out of the house more than he was here. So I had no help with my daughter. I was left to do it all unless my parents came to visit. My mom would be a godsent.
I suspected Jay was cheating. He was out to all hours of the night, I could smell perfume on his clothes, and our sex life was now non-existent.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I was taking a walk with the baby when Tony came out of his house asking me if Jay and I wanted to join him for dinner tonight. He made a pasta dinner, and there was way too much for just him, so he asked us to join him. I accepted his invitation, and he told me to come over for six.
Six o'clock came, and Jay wasn't home. I text him but would get no answer. So I packed up the baby and headed over to Tony's without him. Tony greeted us, and I apologized for Jay not being there, but I lied and told him he got tied up. The truth is, I had no idea where he was. He was probably in some sluts bed.
Tony served us a delicious meal and provided some delightful conversation and company. After dinner, the baby fell asleep. Tony suggested we place her in his spare room and surround her with pillows so she could rest.
As the baby slept, I helped Tony clean up after dinner. We then retired to the living room to have a few more glasses of wine. Tony asked me about Jay, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I let it all out, telling Tony how I felt he was cheating and how he has not been a good provider for her or the baby.
I lost it. I started crying hysterically. Tony took me in his arms to comfort me as he calmed me. I was so emotional and drained I fell asleep as Tony held me.
I woke up lying in Tony's arms. At first, I was unsure where I was, but I started remembering what happened and how I became an emotional wreck. I apologized to Tony for dumping all of my problems on him and ruining the night. Tony assured me the night was not wasted and told me he was there for me whenever I needed to talk or vent.
I gathered up the baby after she woke up and headed home, but I saw Tony in a different light from that night. I felt an attraction to Tony and not in a close friend way. It was sexually.
I would masturbate as I fantasize about being with Tony. That weekend Jay was home and wanted to fuck me. As he fucked me in my mind, it was Tony fucking me. I visualized it was Tony on top of me, ramming his cock into my hot wet pussy, driving me to a fantastic orgasm as he pumped his hot cum into me.
I would dress for Tony. If I knew I would be in his company or see him in the yard, I would dress to accent my body. I knew this was wrong. I was having these feelings for a man who was older than my dad. It was just wrong. But I didn't care; I continued to fantasize about him in all different kinds of naughty ways. Tony was a handsome man standing six foot six inches with salt and pepper hair and a very toned body.
Two weeks after my dinner with Tony, my mom and dad wanted to take the baby for the day and have her sleepover at grandma's and grandpas. I welcomed the time to myself and quickly agreed. My mom came up to pick up the baby late morning. I did a few chores around the house and went out to do some yard work. It was a beautiful day, so to suck up some sun while I was working, I wore a pair of spandex shorts and a tank top. The sun felt great on my skin as I completed my work.
I heard someone yell at me. As I looked up, I saw it was Tony in his yard. He asked what I was doing. He wondered where the baby was since he knew she was never off my side. I told him about how my parents were going to have her overnight. He jokingly told me how I would not know what to do with all that free time. He was correct, I told him. He then extended an invite for dinner. "There is no reason we should both eat alone he told me."
I agreed with him and accepted his invitation. After finishing working in the yard, I went in to get ready for dinner. First, I took a bubble bath. As I soaked in the tub, my mind wandered off to a naughty place with Tony and me. My hand slide under the water and found my hot and ready pussy. I fingered myself to not just one but two orgasms, and if I was honest with myself, I still needed more.