Uncovering the Dark Secrets of a Married Woman's Youthful Obsession

The Wife Who Wasn’t

By Blueheatt


…..My name is Sean, I’m 25, tall with blondish hair.
To everyone, Ed Branson was married, had 3 boys and lived a normal family life. Ed was 40, but his wife looked about my age of about 25. She was a beauty, but dressed older and tried to act older. Something about her didn’t jive as I talked to her about service for her car. I got to know her a little. The oldest boy was 13. Was she 12 when she had him? I had seen the boys, and they didn’t look like her at all. I noticed they never called her mom, but Connie. I figured she had to be a step-mom or something, but they all acted like she was their mom, just like normal. Then the boys were gone for a while, as she came in alone and looked around for me. She looked so fucking hot each time, she was getting to me, bad.

Her husband Ed was a real big shot with his company, and he needed a normal, stable family life for appearances. It was a huge corporation and he was close to the top. I had to find out about his wife.
Connie Branson brought her hi-dollar car into where I worked. That’s how I first met her. I had noticed her the very first time she came in and was impressed with her looks. She had caught me staring at her each time, and smiled back. I had to explain to her some things her car needed for repair, and this would take until tomorrow. I was awe struck by her beauty close up. Her youth and her trying to look older didn’t fit in. She wore a beautiful blond wig that projected ‘expensive’ and ‘wealth.’ She had a perfect figure, nice tits, hot legs, beautiful smooth white skin. I said I would take her home and then tomorrow pick her up when the car was finished. It was almost quitting time and I took her home.
She invited me in for coffee. No one was home. She said Ed always stayed at his apt. near his company offices, most of the time, and the boys were in a private boarding school. The first thing she did was change clothes. She came out barefoot, in tight black pants, and big sloppy black sweater, no blond wig and cute short black hair. Now she looked her age of 25. She became a different person.
She flirted with me, stood close to me, leaned on me, and was real sexy acting. She held my arm and walked me to the couch, and sat real close to me, our hips touching. We sipped our coffee and I asked her about things that didn’t match up with the boys ages. She stared out the big glass window.
Finally she said: “ If you’ll stay for dinner….maybe you’ll find out.”
A very teasing answer, as she smiled at me sexy like. I said: “That would be great Mrs. Branson., I….” she interrupted….“Connie, call me Connie.” She got up on her knees beside me and stared at me. She leaned forward and got real close to my face. She whispered: (“I’ve seen you staring at me every time I bring my car in Sean. What were you thinking about me?”) I paused…… smiled, turned and looked her in the eyes and whispered back: (“If you invite me to stay after dinner, maybe you’ll find out.”)
She smiled, but looked a little stunned at my answer, then slowly began to grin. She laid back against

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