Around ten yrs ago I was engaged to marry a girl about my age; both very early 20s; just finishing college. We'd dated thru high school and then college. On the night before the announcement party, her aunt (her mom's sister) from California flew in. Olivia is her name. Long story short, we hit it off in a big way. Wound up spending two nights together at a local cheap motel. She was the sleaziest b**** I ever had. Although I eventually did marry my girlfriend, I could not get Olivia out of my mind, my heart, or my system. Within seven months after the wedding, she had left her family behind in California and moved to our town, because she and I were so hot for each other that we had to f*** all the time. In fact hers was the first and only p**** I got on the night of my wedding. Hers was the only one I wanted. Within a year, she had me so p****-whipped that I left my wife to devote myself to her, albeit in secret . Olivia dominated me and controlled me completely. Now . . . I belong to her completely. And happily. I need her. And she is all I need.
Our relationship has remained in the dark shadows, of necessity, in order to preserve the family's unity. Olivia and I will never be able to marry or to have an open relationship. But in the eantime, we have the filthiest and most perverted s** imaginable. And nobody has a clue about what we are up to. We thinking of ways of starting our own family, although we are kinda old for it. (I'm over 30 and she is 51.