Hey you lovely filthy people xxx

So this isn't your standard "I got gangbanged by the Man United squad while my boyfriend was sleeping on my lap" post, but it is a true semi slutty, semi wholesome confession.

It all started a few years ago, I was a married mother of older kids, who had flown the nest, in a dead end marriage, I don't actually know why I was with him still, but we had emotionally, physically, socially checked out, everything but legally. I was teaching/tutoring, not in a school or anything, just small group classes in the local community centre or private 1 to 1s, and other than that, had a healthy social life and kept fit in the gym.

So one student in a small group class was Michael, who was part of a full time football academy, but his parents were worried about him not getting a proper education, so they enrolled him in my extra classes. He was your typical student athlete, tall, handsome, funny, had his ways with the girls in the class, basically everything apart from actually concentrating in class. It wasn't long till his dad called me asking whether I could see Michael in private as he was to distracted being the class clown in group sessions.

I commenced with the individual lessons, they had a massive gorgeous house, and Michael was making good progress, his parents seemed busy, didn't see much of the mum and usually saw the dad in passing as he came back from work.

A few weeks into the tutoring, I was at the gym, when I heard a "Mrs Griffin??", causing me to turn and see Michael's dad at the weights rack. I smiled and walked over to him and we got talking, just a general chit chat, exchanging actual names. I noticed his eyes were wondering...a lot... and truth be told, maybe it was my mid-life crisis, but I really enjoyed dressing provocatively in the gym and catching people looking, maybe it was the looks I wasn't getting at home. And even more truth be told, my eyes were wondering too, he was a fair few years younger than me and he was in great shape, the suits I usually saw him in really hid his body...and his bulge, I could have sworn that was a redbull can in his pocket. It was just a short friendly, slightly flirty chat, and then we went our own ways.

The next time I bumped into him after a lesson, he made a off hand comment about my appearance, I can't remember exactly what he said, but it was either about him preferring me in gym gear or how well I hid my body in lessons, we both giggled it off, but to me that was a green light. I started ramping up my outfits, mini skirts, crop tops, low cut tops, nothing extreme but right on the line of acceptable for a tutor. I also noticed him finishing work earlier and asking for more regular updates on Michael.

One lesson, I was wearing a blouse and mini skirt, with thigh high socks, and Michael had to leave 5 mins early as his friends mum (who I am now surprisingly good friends with) came to pick him for some football thing. I was updating Craig in the kitchen, when he suddenly announced "Sorry but those thigh-highs are my weakness", pounced and kissed me. What proceeded was an intense, incredible multiple orgasm session, and a full fledged affair. He would organise "extra lessons" whenever he knew his wife would be away and I would happily oblige, my husband was none the wiser.

On the fateful day, we were full on doing the Devil Dance, I was head down in the pillow, arse up in the sky, in his bed, getting absolutely rammed by his presently beer can penis, when I hear an almighty scream followed by what the kids now would describe as a "Karen" rant. His wife had walked in on us, and was soon slamming the front door shut on her way out.

Obviously, they got divorced, and that kinda pushed me to do the same, we actually both received our confirmations on the same day. Whereas with me and Craig, we started as FWBs, and developed in more, culminating into us tying the knot a couple of years later. The kids opted to stay with us...turns out the money was his, and no one really had a good relationship with her.