Living with the Consequences

How I ruined my life for some pretty basic sex... But enjoyed myself along the way.

Laura was an incredibly sexual woman. I first met her on a works night out, when she tagged along with a female work colleague. She was 34, had red hair which cascaded in waves to her shoulders, sparkling green eyes and a figure to die for. Slim, but not too skinny, and tits that looked just the right size to hold in your hand without being too large or unwieldy.

I spent the evening watching her on the dancefloor as she sashayed between men, inviting them to dance before moving onto someone else. I stayed at the edge of the room just watching, knowing that my attempts to dance and the fact that I was now over 40, would not enhance the performance I was watching, but it was to me, after another sensual turn the dancefloor had ended, that she approached to ask me if I wanted to buy her a drink. I couldn't get to the bar fast enough.

Later that evening, after sex in my bed, I thanked the gods for whatever it was that had turned her eyes towards me when there were much younger, although maybe not so eager, men in the room. I fully expected never to hear from her again.

But I did hear from her again. I thought she had asked for my number out of politeness when she left, but that evening I received text message asking if I had enjoyed the previous night and if I wanted "another round" as she put it. A second evening of sex was had.

Apparently I was quite well endowed and a considerate lover, although no one else had ever said that to me. I satisfied myself that it was entirely down to her that had coaxed such a performance from me, but I happily basked in her compliments.

And so we bonded, at first sexually as I indulged her love of sex toys and we felt open enough to share our tastes in internet pornography, but then in other more regular pursuits as I shared her love of history and street food, and I was able to take her to museums and food festivals and the occasional ruined castle where we may have combined our interests with a little al fresco fun. We were suddenly in a relationship.

I started to spend a lot of time at her home. I'd stay most nights before returning to my own flat in the early morning before leaving for work. She shared this home with her daughter, Katie, and I suppose this story is really about her. She didn't seem to take after her mother physically although she also had the perfect figure. Her dark hair was cut into a bob, but although her eyes were blue I recognised the sparkle within them. She had obviously gotten very comfortable by the time I arrived each evening, as she would lounge around the house wearing only very short shorts and skimpy vest tops, her mischievous looks, smiles and giggles always seeking some attention.

She received that attention too, as, despite her age, her mother would let her boyfriend stay over night, I say boyfriend but she seemed to change them fairly often. As I lay next to Laura I could hear her moans and cries of pleasure from the next room. I asked her why she allowed it and she told me that this way she knew where she was and who with, and she felt it was safer than Katie going out where she wouldn't know who she was with. I couldn't deny the logic behind that, but listening again to Katie's passion I asked Laura if she wasn't worried about what the neighbours would think. Laura replied that they probably thought it was her and I laughed and we got involved in our own passionate embrace, my libido fuelled by the noises which emanated from the next room.

That was a regular occurrence, a little bonus to my sex life that I hadn't expected, but things took an even more unorthodox turn. One afternoon whilst Katie was at school Laura invited me to have sex with her in Katie's bed. This both excited and unsettled me, not knowing where it was leading, but I gathered that it was just another sex game and not a some kind of trap. It was a fun afternoon, finished long before Katie returned home. Laura shared her own secret smiles with me that evening, but I didn't share my own secret that it was Katie who was in my mind as we played in her bed. This is all only an introduction by the way. The real story starts here.

We were around six months into our relationship and I remember it like it was yesterday, a Saturday morning in April, as Laura and I sat at her kitchen table having finished breakfast.

Katie had actually been out the evening before, at a party. I recall asking Laura if she was sure that was okay, given her previous concerns about what Katie might get up to away from her mother's influence, but it was only friends I was told. It would be fine. My concerns hadn't lessened when I was still awake at 1am and she still hadn't returned home.
But my concerns were unfounded when we heard her slow footsteps on the stairs, and she wandered into the kitchen heading towards the fridge to get a cold drink. Laura and I exchanged glances, smirking at our own memories of teenage overindulgence.

Although looking a little the worse for wear, Katie certainly had my attention. Her nightdress, in reality a slightly oversized t-shirt, barely covered her modesty. My eyes wandered over her legs until suddenly snapping back to her face as she spoke.

She asked us both about drugs. I saw the concern grow on Laura's face as she demanded to know whether Katie had taken anything, but after a few large gulps from the cold can in her hand, she said she hadn't, but some friends were talking about it and she wanted to know more about it.
I looked at Laura who seemed to look at me for help. I told Katie that I had smoked the odd spliff in my youth, but instead of getting high it only ever made me feel sick. I hoped I had struck the right tone, not wanting to be overbearing, but it seemed to work. Katie nodded and slowly walked out the door heading upstairs back to her room.

Laura thanked me for my intervention, although I wasn't sure if what I said was particularly useful. She told me she had to go out to get some shopping. I told her I would tidy up and then return to my flat which was getting a bit neglected. I arranged to return to hers that evening.
Laura was not long out of the house, and I was still sat at the table when Katie reappeared, heading back towards the fridge.

She took another can, and turned to me, idly flicking the ring pull as she spoke. The question she asked was quite pointed.
"Have you ever taken cocaine?", she asked as if it was extremely normal.
"No", I replied. "Why have you taken anything?" I asked concerned.
She denied taking anything. "I just wondered", she said.
With Laura out of the house, I felt I could maybe be a bit more edgy, and I told Katie about the time I had taken speed and went a bit crazy. She giggled as I told her the story, although I was still trying to stress that it was best not to try it.

The mischievous smile was back, and that little sparkle in her eyes, and I reassured myself that whatever had happened the previous evening, she was back to her usual self.
"But you've never taken cocaine?", she asked again.
I couldn't understand her obsession with this one question, and I admit I was getting a little exasperated in answering. I made a little joke.
"No, Katie, I haven't", I paused and then added "but I've heard sex is good on it."

I don't know why I made that joke, but the atmosphere seemed to change. Suddenly she wasn't giggling anymore, she just stared at me with a strange look that I didn't quite understand. She turned and left the room walking quickly upstairs.

I don't honestly know why I followed. Maybe it was concern about what I just said, or did I really feel the hint of an unspoken invitation. I thought about it a lot over the years. I still don't know the answer.

I entered her room to find her lying on her bed on top of the covers. The bed I had once fucked her mother on. From the door I could see under the hem of her nightdress, her flimsy panties doing their best to hide what was beneath them.

I climbed onto the bed and lifted her nightdress. Apart from her panties she was naked underneath. Despite the fact that facially she probably took after her unknown father, I could instantly see her mother's genetic influence in her body. She was perfect. She never said anything and I lowered my pants and got on top of her.

I'm honestly not sure how it happened but my insistent cock managed to move aside her panties and found it's goal, sliding deep inside her in one smooth push. She was so wet, so slippy, so ready.

I heard her gasps and moans. I don't actually think she said anything, but every noise she made seemed to say "yes". I knew from my own observation that she'd already had a number of sexual partners, but she was tight around me. I wondered, given that her mother said I was well endowed, how I measured up to her previous conquests.
Her cries drove me on, as they had many times before from the next room, and I have to admit I couldn't hold back, humping her hard and fast until I spilled my load deep inside her.

I pulled out. She still didn't say anything. I panicked, grabbed my things and returned to my flat.
I closed the door and sat on my sofa in disbelief. My mind was racing and my stomach was churning. I wasn't entirely sure that I hadn't just raped Katie. I sat waiting for the inevitable knock at the door or phonecall, but nothing came. I sat there all day, not moving, not believing how stupid I'd been.

The clock turned and before I knew it, it was evening. An afternoon lost to self loathing and recriminations. Finally I began a slow walk to Laura's house, ready to face the music.

But it was normal. Laura invited me in with a kiss. An evening of drinks and snacks in front of the TV awaited. Katie sat there, her mischievous smile and sparkling eyes constantly flashing my way. She'd obviously not said anything, and she seemed to be extra attentive towards me, offering refills when my glass was empty. I didn't know what game she was playing.

Sex with Laura that night was fuelled by the memory of fucking her daughter just hours earlier in the next room.
I returned to my flat on Sunday and I wasn't even home before I received the text. It was Katie asking if she could come round to see me. I agreed. This was it I thought to myself and tried to come up with an apology for what happened, but no matter how many times I tried to explain it to myself I didn't have one.

There was a soft knock on my door and I opened it to Katie. She looked quite mature and attractive in a brown suede jacket over a smart dress. It made anything I tried to say even more difficult. I tried to speak, but no words formed.

She looked at me with a smile and put her hand firmly on my chest and pushed me gently inside, closing the door behind her. It was soon clear that she wasn't looking to talk or wanting an apology. She wasn't exactly as subtle as her mother with "another round", it was a more direct "lets have sex" with her eyes indicating my bedroom. I didn't need to be asked twice.

Now the consensual aspect had been confirmed I was happy to continue a regular thing with Katie. Over the next few months she was a regular visitor to my flat and Laura remained unaware. It was an effort juggling both, but it was a task which I dedicated myself to achieving.
Unlike her mother's more exploratory sexual habits, Katie seemed quite restricted in her sexual tastes. I longed to lick her sweet pussy, but she never allowed it. She refused to suck my cock when I asked and my fantasy of looking up at her perfect tits jiggling as she bounced on my cock remained a vision in my head. She only ever wanted it fast and on her back like that first time. I wondered if her refusal to suck cock was why she went through so many boyfriends, but again it might just be my old man's cock she found unpalatable, but then the one piece of wisdom that she did share with me was "age is just a number". I'll never know the answer to that question, but I had her on her back many times. She was always wet, always ready... always very ready, but it was the absolute definition of "wham bam, thank you ma'am" that she seemed to enjoy. I wasn't going to complain.

The bomb finally exploded one morning in August as I was getting ready to pick up Laura as we were going to a food festival. I say bomb, it was more like World War 3.
The first was a call from Laura where she asked straight out if I had raped Katie. I tried to answer no, then she hung up. This was followed by a number of accusatory and abusive calls and texts. A few hours later she was at my door giving me a bag of my belongings from her house and telling me she was going to the police. Katie had told her I had raped her months ago. That was the last time I ever saw her.

I don't know why Katie told her mum that. I had deleted all the evidence of our subsequent meetings, the texts Katie would send, as I never wanted her mother to find them. Now I had no evidence to suggest it was anything other than what Katie had told her.

The call from the police never came, and I slowly realised that Laura can't have carried through with her threat for some reason. Maybe she felt slightly guilty about it all herself, or maybe she thought that Katie might not be telling the whole truth. I'll never know. I began to wonder if this was some elaborate plan from Katie to split me and her mother up, byi couldn't think why she would want that.
I received a text from Katie in the October asking to meet. Finally I thought I'd get some answers to my questions, but Katie just wanted to have sex again. I didn't want to put her off so I never had that conversation, just the sex, as straight forward as it always had been. She seemed to pick up with me as if nothing else happened. I felt some resentment towards her, but it never stopped me fucking her.

It must only have lasted another few months. Her visits became less frequent until she wasn't there anymore. Finally, almost a year after that first time in her bedroom I texted her to ask if she wanted to meet. The reply I got back wasn't abusive, but it still cut me to the bone. "Not cool old man", it said. I knew that was the end.

Laura had blocked me on social media the day she accused me, but I could still see Katie online. She was pregnant at 18 and again in her early 20s to a different father than her first. She married him and then I was apparently blocked as I couldn't see her anymore. I wondered if she was deliberately leaving the door slightly ajar, and closed it when she was married.

I still think of them. Katie will be 30 now with at least two children entering their own adolescence. I wonder if she will cope. I wonder if she is still married. I hope she is happy, but maybe she is still the same girl with that mischievous smile and deadly look.

As for Laura, well she is a loss. She'll be almost 50, but I still imagine her to be as beautiful as ever. I hope she found someone worthy of her affection.

As for me. I'm just a sad old man in his late 50s who destroyed his future for some rather basic sex. Her mother offered so much more variety and promise.
Thank you for reading. I hope you get the message.