When I separated from my first wife I thought I’d never settle down again. Once I’d got used to being on my own, I loved the freedom to go wherever I wanted and with whoever. I was the fittest and most confident I’d been in years.

That changed when I met the girl who became my 2nd wife, she lured me in with her slutty ways.

in our early days when we were casual I did have a couple of wild flings, after all, we hadn’t discussed where we might end up and she was still occasionally fucking her ex, so all’s fair.

One was with Anne, she was a friend of a couple of girls who knocked about with our footy group. Unbeknownst to me her fella was a dangerous football hooligan of the team I follow with connections to some scary people.

I’d met Anne after a game in a pub. She was a few years older than me and very flirtatious, with a lovely sultry smile, I was always looking for somebody that had a naughty twinkle in her eyes. She fitted the bill perfectly.

We almost got thrown out of the pub for what we were getting to up, around the back, we left and I took her back to my house. I was sneaky enough to turn her mobile off. We ended up fucking for hours. She gave me a blow job and I went down on her shaved pussy. Her tits weren’t really big enough but for a woman in her mid 40’s she was in great shape.

We fucked again in the morning and she got ready to go. When she turned her phone on there was plenty of voicemails and messages from her fella asking where the fuck was she. I wasn’t too worried until I turned my phone and had similar messages from my mates.

It turned out one of her fella’s mates had clocked us in the pub. I knew I was in trouble. I tried to keep my distance but over the next 3 or 4 weekends we’d end up back at my place. She even came to my brothers house when I went to check on it whilst he was away in holiday.m and she gave me a blowjob in the kitchen. I couldn’t say no to her.

She was trouble but I was in deep. One night after returning to my car from an away game in Birmingham, where she’d somehow blagged a lift in the same car as me, I dropped her off at home and she said I wouldn’t have the bollocks to shag her in her own house, her fella worked nights fixing rail tracks. That was too much of a challenge to decline and 5 mins later I fucked her and she sucked me off in the house she shared with this dangerous man.

By this time her fella had my name and was looking for me. It was getting really dangerous and scary but I also liked the thrill. In the I came to my senses, I stopped taking her calls and that was that. I’d got away with it.

A couple of years later I’d booked a hotel near Wembley for a cup final with a different set of mates, all that had happened years earlier was safely in the past.

There was an odd number of us, then I got a phone call from a mate who’d organised the trip saying he’d got somebody who would share the cost of the room with me, then he dropped the bombshell, it’s was Anne’s fella. I knew he’d been looking for me years earlier but I’d heard he’d married somebody and he had settled down and had a kid by now, but I still honestly thought I was a dead man. My mate didn’t know anything about me and Anne.

I got to Wembley and spent all day wondering when he’d turn up, I couldn’t enjoy the day properly, when I got back to the hotel at the end of the night and he’d never turned up. I’d got away with it.

Oddly enough, 20 years on he is often part of the group of lads I knock about with at the footy but he’s never put 2 and 2 together and realised I was the guy who was fucking his girlfriend back then, otherwise I’m pretty sure he’d have ripped my head off by now.

Looking back she was a belting fuck so worth the risk.