I had been married for several years to Eve when our lives took a very unexpected yet interesting turn. At the time this occurred, Eve was 35 and her daughter, Megan, was 18. Yes, Eve had gotten pregnant when she was 16 and gave birth to Megan when she was 17. This was my second marriage but Eve's first. Eve never married Megan's father, a man Megan has hardly known for a very long time. I am a very successful attorney who earns an income that provides for a very comfortable lifestyle in South Florida. After I divorced my first wife, I devoted myself to my work and enjoying the money that came with it. Several years after my divorce, I met Eve, my second wife through an executive dating service.
Between Eve and me, ours was primarily a marriage of mutual convenience. I wanted someone to keep me company while not asking too much of me. She wanted a professional man with a good income to financially provide for her and Megan so that they'd be comfortable. As a high net worth single man, no kids and not looking for anymore, I was a perfect find for Eve. Once married, I sold my condo and bought a very large house in a nice neighborhood and enrolled Megan in a private school. Eve stopped working her hourly-wage job to take care of Megan, the house, the bills, the cars -- she did everything so I could just focus on my job.
Our sex life wasn't a main feature of our marriage. While I enjoyed sex and found Eve to be quite attractive -- she was petite with long dark hair - I rarely had the time or energy given the hours I put in at the office. Although Eve never said much about her sex life prior to meeting me, I was able to conclude from what little I did hear that Eve had been quite rebellious and sexually promiscuous when she was a teenager and that is how she got pregnant at age 16. Megan and I got along well -- she was always kind and respectful to me, and appreciative of how well I provided for her and her mom. Megan responded well to my mature, chivalrous and calm demeanor. Although she called me Dad, we lacked the emotional bond that many fathers and daughters typically enjoy.
Several years after Eve and I got married and moved into a big new house together, Megan turned 18 and graduated high school. Barely. Several months before graduating in the spring, Megan got a job working at some clothing store at the mall. After graduation, she continued working there, now full-time, and continued to live at home. She made friends with the other young folks she worked with, even though many of them were already in their 20's and living on their own. Eve was not fond of Megan hanging out with older friends who had their own apartments and were old enough to drink legally.
It was at this point that both Eve and I noticed a distinct change in Megan's dress & appearance. She had let her dark brown, almost black, hair grow out and it was long and straight. She tanned easily and in the summer took on a dark brown hue. Her green eyes were a striking contrast to her dark hair and dark-in-summer skin. She began to dress very provocatively, everything short, tight, fitted. As the summer progressed, I couldn't help but notice the change in the bathing suits she wore while using our pool. They had gone from normal bikinis -- normal to me, I guess -- to strings that barely covered her very tight, perfect body. I was amazed at how much skin showed when she wore some of these bathing suits. Megan's body was flawless. She had fabulous C-cup breasts, firm and well-shaped, and no fat on her body. At the top of legs that appeared long relative to her 5'4" height was her perfectly tight ass. Although a part of me felt guilty for ogling Megan and getting mentally aroused, especially since Megan was very appreciative of me and my impact on her quality of life, I comforted myself with the facts that she wasn't my blood and that she was 18 years old and a full-grown woman, at least physically.
I now began paying more attention to her and showing more interest in her. As the summer wore on, I developed a physical longing for her. On weekends when Megan was working and Eve was off running errands, I'd sneak into Megan's bedroom and rummage through her drawers. I wanted to see the bras and panties she wore. She owned a lot of very sexy things that she had bought at Victoria's Secret. I would find the hamper with her dirty clothes, search for her panties -- cotton and silk, nylon and lycra - and jerk myself off into them. I was amazed at how tiny her sexy little panties were. Almost always, this took maybe a minute or two, so aroused was I by the soft, smooth fabric, the scent of her fresh pussy, the image in my head of these tiny little panties on this perfect, tight body. I would soak them with my cum and put them back. I became obsessed with her and her lingerie and soon found myself jerking off into her panties several times a week.
Then, the proverbial shit hit the fan. One day in the fall, Megan brought home her new boyfriend and introduced him to her mother. Upon learning that 18-year-old Megan was dating a 28-year old man, Eve hit the roof. For weeks, Eve stewed about this, trying to figure out how to stop it. We had no answers.
Eve knew they were having sex and took some relief in the fact that Megan was on the pill. Eve knew, from experience that there was nothing she could do to keep her daughter from having sex with anyone, let alone a man 10 years older.
