[MF] Update: I fucked my ex’s sister again. This time in her arse.

So, I’m currently lying in my own bed after a fucking wild night. We both have partners so had to go our separate ways about an hour and a half ago. I may expand this later.

We planned drinks for this evening – cocktails, since she said she was anyone’s after a couple of them – and went out under false pretences. I said I was meeting friends from work, she said she was meeting a friend who was dropping in at short notice to see her. In the interests of discretion, we took the train to the town over again and booked a room.

I’m a little bit disappointed we couldn’t spend the night, but the disappointment pales in comparison to the thrill.

She had got dolled up for me. I love it when women do this: the care and attention that goes in to being eye-catching and alluring is, in itself, really, really hot. She had done her hair, had a little black dress on, a necklace that dangled just above her cleavage and drew my eye to those fabulous, delicious, fuckable tits of hers. She was in heels, too.

[MF] I slept with my ex’s sister after bumping into her at a school parents evening

So, I live in a small town. My ex doesn’t live far away. My partner’s kid goes to a school where my ex’s sister teaches. Life is tight knit, and complicated.

The school does discos for parents to get together, usually with a band and a buffet. Recently they had a cocktail bar. It is a weird school for posh folk: not my scene but I went with my partner to keep her company.

While she was off talking to other parents, my ex’s sister – a teacher at the school – came up to me and said hello. She’s about ten years older than me. I’m 30, and I guess she’s roughly 40. She’s good looking though: one of the drama kids in school, and now a drama teacher. Brown hair, smiley, surprisingly perky looking tits, and a great bit wagon of an arse.

What I’m saying is, she’s hot. Epic MILF material: I thought so when my ex and I were together as well, but perhaps understandably kept that to myself.

We talked: small talk at first, asking one another about the cocktails we’d been drinking and relating whether or not we liked them. Then she said “enough of these things and I’m anyone’s” and looked me dead in the eye while she said it.