Here are a couple more with Lisa:

[First time in Lisa’s bed](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b5tm0g/sleeping_with_a_married_coworker_in_her_own_bed/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

[Lisa and I married yet dating](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b8lad5/fucking_my_girlfriend_between_dates_with_the_wife/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

The time line is kind of important. Quick recap. I was separated from my first wife. Lisa and her husband were swingers but she decided to get back at him by fucking me behind his back. He cheated first.

Their marriage was a tad toxic.

I’m close to 30 at this point as is she. I’m normal looking. Little over 6 feet. Short brown hair, normal fit build.

Lisa was a bit of a mom body. Curvy. Shoulder length dirty blond hair at this point. Great muscular legs though and tight ass. She had lost a good 20 pounds from the time we first started fucking. But kept her curves.

For about two years we “dated”. We talked daily, fucked weekly. We caught feelings. Well. I did.

Then shit really hit the fan. Her marriage didn’t just end it exploded one weekend. It was such a meltdown it may me realize that maybe mine wasn’t so bad. So my wife and I worked harder and reconciled.

Fast forward several months. I move back in with my wife. And I am miserable (not sure what I expected). Lisa is already dating this guy semi serious and seeing another guy. She is playing the field a little as she is single for the first time in a long time.

We aren’t hanging out much, but we talk. Finally she is curious about my place and we grab lunch and she comes over to take a tour.

I was thinking this was odd and was kind of hoping it may lead to something. I did miss her.

After small talk and a quick tour we sit on the couch. She sits far away and seems distracted.

“I’m pregnant,” she finally blunts out.

Now no matter what the situation is, as a guy you immediately start doing math. Even if you know it’s most likely not yours.

“Oh,” was all I could say. We hadn’t had sex in a good five months at this point.

“About two months,” she continued. A deep sigh could be heard throughout my entire body.

“I have no fucking clue what to do”

“So…well…whose is it?” I asked. Probably not the best first question.

“I don’t fucking know,” she practically shouted.

Oh shit. She is fucked. I knew she was sleeping with two guys. But I also knew that she had kind of picked one a few weeks back and cut off ties to the other.

We just talked for a bit. She explained how much she loved jack. The one she picked.

I hugged her and comforted her.

I told it would be okay. And then I kissed her.

Not a sweet kiss. A full on passionate one. I had missed her so much that I needed her.

She responded in kind and we made out like teenagers. Eventually rearranging ourselves on the couch with me on top of her dry humping a little, her legs and arms wrapped around me.

So much for trying to be faithful. That was out the window.

I got off her a little and took my shirt off and unzipped. She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra.

I striped the rest of her off quickly. I knew what she liked. I used my fingers and entered her pussy. She slowly opened up as usual. One then two fingers. She was started to get extremely wet and moaned as my fingers found the right spots.

She started cumming around my fingers. Her pussy muscles convulsing.

She took deep breaths and finally opened her eyes.

“Damn,” was all she said.

I smiled and positioned myself back between her legs to make out with her in the same position as before. Only we were both naked and my cock found her hole in quick order.

I slowly moved in and out of her. My mouth never leaving hers. Her legs back to being wrapped around me.

It wasn’t lost to me that I was fucking another woman on a couch in my new place with my wife’s things all around us (it still felt like her place as I had just moved in).

I broke away only briefly and looked at her. She smiled. Almost a sad smile. We just stared at each other as I slowly fucked her. I leaned down and kissed her again. I didn’t change rhythm. I didn’t pound her fast or fuck her into the couch.

I kissed her. I smelled her perfume. I listened to her small moans.

I came hard and pushed into her. No harm in cumming in her now. Another man had already claimed her in that sense.

I collapsed on top of her once I was completely spent. I lightly kissed her. I pushed off a little and she said nothing at first.

She got dressed.

“This never happened,” she said finally.

Her tone made me realize, that “okay, we have to not do this again and probably shouldn’t talk about it.”

What I didn’t realize it was it was her saying it to herself. Years later when it was just the two of us talking she mentioned how she could never cheat on Jack. I looked at her strange.

“You had though,” I replied.

“No. I ended things with the other guy long before I even got pregnant,” she replied.

When I looked at her I almost believed her. She had decided that her reality was that her and Jack fell in love. He accidentally knocked her up and they lived happily ever after.

We never did hook up again and thankfully her second kid looks just like her new husband so she dodged a bullet there.