I Fucked My Landlord's Bride In The Forest

Hey, I’m Jake. Been married for years, living in the same cozy apartment building forever. About three years back, our landlord’s son and his wife moved to town for a job transfer. They settled into the empty apartment upstairs, and after we met, my wife and their daughter-in-law, Sarah, hit it off. Soon, we were hanging out all the time. Sarah’s super friendly, got two kids, and, man, she’s got this vibe—confident, charming, and yeah, pretty darn attractive.

One evening, we popped over to their place for a visit. Sarah’s son, a total handful, was all over her, being a little pest. I caught him tugging at her skirt, even smacking her playfully. During the chaos, her shirt rode up, and I accidentally got a glimpse of her lacy underwear. Her husband was glued to his laptop, oblivious. Sarah noticed me noticing, her cheeks turning pink as she shot me a quick look. I played it cool, like nothing happened. We hung out a bit longer, then my wife and I headed home. But, I’ll be honest, that image of Sarah stuck with me. That night, let’s just say my wife and I had a very good time, with Sarah’s vibe fueling my imagination.

The next day, I got home from work early. My wife wasn’t around, so I figured she was upstairs with Sarah. I gave Sarah a call, asking if my wife was there. “Nah, Jake, she’s not here. Come up anyway—kids are eating, and there’s plenty of food!” she said. Sounded good, so I headed up. After dinner, Sarah suggested tea, and we sat chatting. Her kids bolted to the park, leaving us alone. Out of the blue, Sarah brought up the night before. “Hey, Jake, sorry about my son’s antics last night. He’s a wild one, doesn’t know better,” she said, blushing. I played dumb. “Huh? What do you mean?” She laughed nervously. “You know, him messing with me… you saw. Hope it wasn’t weird.” I shrugged, all casual. “No biggie, he’s just a kid.” Then, feeling bold, I added, “Though, gotta say…” and trailed off, smirking. She leaned in, curious, but I stood up. “Never mind, I should head out.” And I left, leaving her hanging.

Back home, my mind was racing. I ducked into the bathroom, still thinking about Sarah, and, well, let’s just say I needed a moment to myself. My wife got back from the store soon after, asking when I’d gotten home. “Just now,” I said, keeping it chill. That evening, Sarah called out to my wife from her balcony, inviting her up for a chat. Since Sarah’s husband wasn’t around, I stayed home. Later, my wife mentioned Sarah told her we’d eaten together, but she didn’t spill anything about our little conversation.

A few days later, I ran into Sarah at the building entrance. She was headed to the store, and I was just back from work. “Jake, my husband’s working late. Any chance you could drive me to my mom’s place in the country tonight?” she asked. “Sure thing,” I said. I told my wife, suggesting she come along, but she wasn’t up for the long drive. “You go, it’s fine,” she said. The place was about 30 miles out. That evening, Sarah and her kids showed up at our door, said bye to my wife, and we hit the road. In the car, we kept things light, but I noticed Sarah was careful with her words around the kids.

When we got to her mom’s, I figured they’d stay the night, but Sarah said they were heading back with me. She invited me in, and we hung out for a couple of hours. Her kids begged to stay with their grandma, and since it was the weekend, Sarah agreed. So, it was just the two of us driving back. Barely out of the village, Sarah pounced. “Jake, what were you gonna say the other day? You left me hanging!” I teased, “Eh, maybe I shouldn’t say.” She grabbed my arm, pleading, “Come on, tell me!” I grinned. “Alright, but don’t get mad.” She promised she wouldn’t. “Sarah, that underwear you had on? Looked real good on you. Made you look even hotter. Honestly…” I paused, letting it sink in. She squeezed my arm tighter. “Go on!” I chuckled. “Let’s just say I couldn’t stop thinking about you that night. Your husband’s a lucky guy.” By now, I was clearly excited, and she could tell.

I braced for her to shut me down, but instead, she sighed deeply. “You okay? Did I go too far?” I asked. “No, it’s not that,” she said, opening up about her husband. Turns out, he was distant, always putting his family first, and their move to town had killed their spark. “Our love life? Nonexistent,” she admitted. I pushed a bit, joking, “What, no action at all?” She shook her head, frustrated. Feeling bold, I lit a cigarette and offered her one. “Here, take the edge off.” As I handed it over, I held her hand a second longer. She didn’t pull away. I took a chance, resting my hand on her leg. No reaction. Heart pounding, I started to rub her thigh, and when she reached for me, I knew we were on the same page. I turned off the main road, found a quiet spot in the woods, and parked.

We didn’t waste time. I leaned in, kissing her, and she kissed back like she’d been waiting for it. My hands were everywhere—under her shirt, feeling her soft skin, then down to her shorts. She was just as eager, her hands on me, driving me wild. “Backseat,” I mumbled, and we climbed over. Things heated up fast. She urged me to hurry, worried her mom might call. I slid off her shorts, and before going further, I surprised her by kissing her in a way her husband never had. “Jake, what—?” she gasped, but soon she was lost in it, her breath hitching. She was loving every second, and so was I.

She begged me to keep going, and when I finally slid into her, she let out a sound that sent me over the edge. We moved together, lost in the moment, until she hit her peak, urging me to finish. But I wasn’t done. “Not yet,” I teased, whispering about how much I loved her curves. She looked nervous when I suggested trying something new. “Wait, like that?” she asked, unsure. “Trust me,” I said. We stepped out of the car, and I guided her, taking it slow. At first, she tensed up, but I reassured her, and soon she was into it, the thrill taking over. It was intense, unlike anything she’d experienced, and I could tell she was hooked.

When we finally caught our breath, we cleaned up quick and hit the road, acting like nothing happened. That was three years ago, and let’s just say Sarah and I still find ways to sneak in some fun whenever we can.