I stole a strangers wife’s underwear for three years.

This is something I’ve never admitted to a single person. <br><br>When I (25M) was a teenager my family moved to a new neighborhood. Everyone was pretty friendly and most of the people on the street had kids around my age. I became fast friends with [Sarah](25F) who lived two doors up from me. Not only was she my age but she was the only girl on the street who didn’t think I was a weirdo. Sarah was a couple months younger than me and sort of became my partner in crime for whatever stupid bullshit I felt like doing every day. She had a younger brother who was absolutely obsessed with me. I’m not sure why but he just followed me around everywhere I went. <br><br>So one day I was hanging out at the community pool that was at the end of our street, I was swimming with Sarah and her brother was just sort of hanging out in the background. <br><br>A woman was getting out of the pool at the same time as me. She had a bag that was sort of falling apart and it spilled some of its contents onto the concrete. She was pretty clearly flustered and embarrassed. She had just gotten out of the water and was standing there in her bathing suit, surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys who were all staring at her. She was apologizing to me and trying to pick everything up, I helped her pick up as many things as I could and when she was finished she thanked me and walked away. <br><br>I don’t remember why but I didn’t end up going home until way after dark that evening. Maybe Sarah’s parents let me stay late, or I had walked home and decided to turn back around, but for whatever reason I ended up walking back down the street towards the pool at the same time the lady from the pool was walking down the street towards me. Again, I don’t know why but this time she didn’t seem embarrassed at all. She just smiled at me and said hi. We chatted about school, what her son was into, what her husband did. I told her a story about my dad that made her laugh. <br><br>I saw this lady just about every day for the rest of the summer. Sometimes I would go to the pool just to talk to her. I never saw her husband or kids there but sometimes I would see her daughter with her friends. I didn’t talk to the daughter, she was sort of stand off-ish so I just ignored her. I would sometimes go to her house and she would let me in her backyard and we would talk in the hot tub. I think the first time we met in the hot tub she was actually naked. She hadn’t realized I was there until she saw me standing on the patio but she just laughed and covered herself up. It was actually pretty awkward for a minute but she broke the tension and we moved on with the conversation. She never wore a suit in the hot tub again. Neither did I. <br><br>Well one day she offered to let me in her house so we could chat inside instead of in the hot tub. We were in her bedroom and she walked into her bathroom to change into a robe. While she was changing she asked me if I would like a snack or something to drink. I said sure, and when she came out she handed me a glass of lemonade then turned around and went into her walk in closet. She was still naked and by this time I was used to it but something about this felt different. <br><br>I don’t know why I did it, it felt wrong, but I laid the glass of lemonade on her dresser, walked up behind her and pushed her robe up to her waist. She didn’t even flinch, she just kept talking about a pair of shoes she was thinking of wearing and how they went with her dress. I had my hand on her ass and she was walking towards me, towards the bed. She slipped off her robe and laid on her stomach on the bed. I unzipped my pants and pushed them to the ground. The first time I had sex was with this lady. <br><br>And that’s how it went for the next three years. We would have sex in her house when her husband was away, and we would have sex outside when he was home. <br><br>Until one day I realized she wasn’t my friend, or someone I was interested in, she was an older lady and I was a young boy who had just reached puberty. I had other girls my age interested in me and I wasn’t interested in her anymore. I was just having sex with her because I was bored and she was always down. She would do weird things like wear my underwear, or she would steal mine and hide them around the house. It was fun for a while but after a while it just got old. <br><br>So I stopped hanging out with her. I would still say hi to her when I saw her but it wasn’t the same as it had been. I wasn’t the only boy she was fucking anymore, I could tell that much. <br><br>As I got older I started feeling weird about it, then guilty. I’d never told anyone, not even the girl I ended up marrying. The guilt never went away though, it just sort of sat in the back of my mind. Like if someone asked me how many women I had slept with, I wouldn’t count her. Or if someone asked how old I was when I lost my virginity, I would lie. <br><br>It’s not something I like to think about, but here I am, thinking about it. <br><br>[The Lady](40sF) and I are still on the same street. Sometimes I see her when she’s gardening or something. Last time I saw her she was in the grocery store with her daughter. <br><br>She looked at me and smiled then turned back to her daughter and kept talking to her.