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Im am in a committed relationship and it has been two years. I love my bf but I started to have feelings for a nother guy. He is my friend. We are not so close friends. He was acting close to me, he was touching me constantly so I thought that he might have feelings for me too. He has a gf too. We have this different kind of chemistry. But I love love love my bf and I dont want to risk my relationship with him. As I said he was actimg close but then it stopped. Now he just acts normal arund me. He is distant. I cant understand what happened. I just want to know that if he likes me too or not. I will not leave my bf for him but ı am just curious. I will forget about him. Its just hesmiles differently when he sees me his eyes shine. I think we have a different connection but we will never find out
I am finally free!!!!!
I am 22 years old and I cheating on my girlfriend who is 27 years old. And I do not regret anything. The only thing I regret is that I did not break up with her sooner.
We were together for three years and in the last year things turned sour. There was no affection, we did not sleep together, we did not hug or cuddle or kiss properly (only the "mandatory" hello/goodbye kiss). We only fought. Fought fought fought fought fought. About everthing and anything. I dearly missed being held or loved and that was why I was really sad and unhappy.
Then, I met a young woman in a chat room (she is 21). She experienced the same issue with her boyfriend. So, we decided to meet up and give each other the things we missed about our respective partners. We slept together (and it was the best sex I had IN YEARS) and we cuddled and I stayed the night.
We had breakfast in bed the next day, showered together and had sex again. It was glorious.
We both really needed that and we will defintiely see each other again.
I broke up with my girlfriend a few days ago and I just feel so relieved! It was the right choice. I am finally free again to enjoy my life to the fullest.
Me and my girlfriend have been together for about 8 years now. We started dating around the age of 14. She was my first girlfriend, and I was her first "serious" boyfriend. Not that she was sleeping around, she just had a few other "playground boyfriends." Ie, non serious. But thats besides the point. We were dating for about 2 years, when her family moved to another town. We were both still pretty young, and our parents didn't think we'd last, so obviously, with us not driving yet, it was pretty difficult to see each other. We tried though. Even that far apart I couldn't help but feel how much I loved her. We took any chance we could to see each other. Always had things to talk about. Constantly joked about marriage and kids and all that.
She started seeing me less and less though. She started having plans with other people, and not wanting to talk to me as much. She told me about this new guy she had been hanging out with. Told me not to worry about it. They were just friends. And I believed her. She never let me meet the guy, but I figured it was conflicting schedules or something. About a year after she first started hanging out with him, she called me crying She had been cheating on me for the past 6 months, and had gotten pregnant from this other guy. (I mean, you all saw that coming, right?)
So we break up. I'm heart broken, and my parents are making me feel worse, telling me they were glad she cheated, so that I could finally get a good girlfriend (ie, one they approved of). I didnt care if people thought it was just a stupid adolescent love affair. I loved her. I was committed to her. And she completely betrayed me.
I didnt date the rest of high school. I was deeply depressed, and very stuck in my own head. I didnt talk to anyone. I failed all my classes, and started getting into drugs. The only reason I even graduated was because I got stuck in a work release program, and most of my grade was given to me by my store manager. Took me about 2 years to get over her. Took a little longer than I had hoped, because I found out she had changed her last name to his, which kind of re opened some wounds.
I just started dating this girl. Nothing serious. Its been about 2.5 years since the break up. I wasn't wanting anything too serious. We weren't even having sex. The occasional kiss was all we shared. And that was fine with me. But one day my Ex called. She wanted to see me and catch up. So I went, thinking nothing of it. Or at least telling myself that.
We've been back together ever since. I am raising her ex boyfriends son with her now. Its been almost 3 years. I shouldn't have let it get this far, because I hate the idea of raising another mans child. I mean not that hes a bad kid, he just kind of wouldn't exist if his mother hadn't fucked another dude... He looks up to me. He loves me. Now I'm more of a Father figure to him than his own Father (whos gone on to have 4 other kids, btw)... But I secretly hold this anger towards the son were raising. I know its not fair. And I know he isnt old enough to understand.. But I don't want him. I love them both very much, but I don't want them. Especially his mother... She is great, and nice and pretty and hard working. Always talking about how good weve become at being parents. But I just dont feel the same towards her anymore...
Like I said, its been almost 3 years of feeling this towards both of them... The only reason we havent broken up is because Im too scared of another 2 year heart break. And because I dont want her son to feel like it is his fault. Its not fair to any of us. But I cant bring myself to end it with her.
I was married for 15 years before I finally had sex with another man. I was 40. I found him on Craigslist. i took a long lunch hour from my work, and drove to his apartment. When I met him, he was dressed only in a bathrobe. We went inside, and I undressed, and he started sucking me. I returned the favor. It was amazing! He laid down on his couch, with his ass in the air, I slipped on a condom, and fucked him. I'd never had anal sex before. After I came, he took off my condom and sucked me. It pretty much became a regular thing after that with other men. I went to one guy's house, and he ate my ass, sucked me, but I got scared and left. I started visiting the booths in adult movie theaters after that. I was sucked by a lot of guys, but I was too scared to reciprocate. I wanted to be fucked in my ass, but I was scared to do that even with a condom. I moved a few hours away after a few months with my wife, and pretty much did the same thing. I hooked up with a few guys at my place while she was at work, and hit the adult theater in town and did some sucking and jacking off with guys there. The last time I fucked a guy was in a theater, and he had a massive cock. I was planning on sucking him, but he was sitting down, and spread the cheeks of his ass, and I knew he wanted me to fuck him. I didn't have a condom, but he said just to do it, and I slid my cock inside him and exploded in his ass. I was scared of getting an STD, so after that I was tested and came up negative, and decided to play it safe. I met a few guys after that, and not surprisingly the marriage ended up in divorce. All told, during the marriage I was playing with guys on and off for about 15 years, but I never got caught. After the divorce, I remarried, and stopped playing around. I think I did it only because there was no sex in the first marriage. But I have a fond memory of fucking that last guy's ass. Still makes me hard. I guess I'm bi, but I don't feel like I need to act on it any longer. My new wife and I are really happy in bed, and she has no limits. I don't think I'll do it again with another guy, even though the thought makes me hot. I couldn't do it to my wife. The first wife was a bitch from hell, so I didn't mind cheating. Now, though, my new wife is great, and I just couldn't do it to her.
The reason why I felt like you cheated on me wasn't because i genuinely felt like you did something physical with them, but somehow i still felt betrayed. I had trusted you with talking with them at late hours during the night, I didn't even bring it up. I trusted that staying up just talking to a friend wasn't anything more than that, I put aside my feelings of jealousy because I wanted to put you above that, and I thought you finally opening up to people would help you in the long run, that it would help take some weight of my chest, that I could focus more on the relationship instead of your well being, that it could help us get better. when I heard he didn't even know we were dating, I felt betrayed, how could you not have brought it up at all? all those nights you spent talking, we both know he was getting feelings too, how could you have never brought it up? and then you told me white lies, that you were just breaking up with me because you weren't good enough, you needed to work on yourself, but I knew it was because you liked someone else, that you liked him, that sinking feeling in my stomach was still there and it was true. that is why I felt you cheated. because none of that was fair.
#cheating #love #relationships #sad
I've been using meth on and off for maybe 3 years now. The first time I did it I just know I liked the way it made me feel but I didn't think anything beyond that good high feeling, I was 14 by the way. Now since I've been smoking it I've noticed that it makes me really horny. My wife and I were doing it together in the beginning and it would make us really horny and would have wild sex, and role plays. We would role play about things that we know we wouldn't do or even think of on a regular basis. But when we were high we would just let our wild minds wonder.
Well now she has stopped completely. She don't know I still do it once in a while and its really hard to not be obvious so I have to hide it by drinking some beer so I can blame my slurring on the beer haha. But what I miss the most is the crazy sex and wild talks when we would smoke.
Here's my confession: I have a good friend that him and his girlfriend smoke it, and they're pretty much the one's I get it from. Well one day I get text from his gf and she tells me to email her to an email address she gave me, not telling me what for. I thought it was weird but I still emailed her. So she replies back telling me that she's very lit and starts complaining about my her bf that he's always on his phone and doesn't enjoy the high with her. So I ask her what is it that she wants to do to enjoy it, and then she tells me that she was sorry for what she's about to say but that this is the only time she has the courage to say it (when she's high) so she tells me that she's feeling really horny and that all she can think off is doing something sexual with anyone. By then I knew where this was going so I started telling her that I knew how she felt because I feel the same way and all that.
So we started talking about sex. We would ask each other dirty questions. We also started sharing fantasies and that night we both ended up feeling horny for each other. So ever since that day every time she's horny she emails me pictures or tells me how bad she wants me. I honestly enjoy our convos. We haven't had sex yet but there was 3 times where she dropped off some goods at my place and I would get her to give me blow jobs, and she would let me finger her.
So my conclusion is that now I have someone to share my horniness with when high.
My husbands friend came over to hang out a couple of weeks ago but he wasn’t home from work yet so I offered him a beer. He had a few and asked what time David should be home. We still had about 15 min. He took off my dress and underwear bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me. I was shocked and didn’t say anything. We are having sex almost every day now.
Im currently in an 2 year relationship and im 20 years old. but I always had a crush on my best friends sister. but now im studying in the same town as the sister and my girlfriend is far away. I am constantly thinking of cheating. but also that makes me feel so bad. because I really enjoy being with both of them. Ive known my gf for almost 5 years now and im still in love with her. but im feeling a bit left out i wanted her te be more dependent on me. but i can still be myself and feel really good when im wih her. But when i went to party with the sister she is so nice and funny. I actually did all the things i wanted to with my gf to her. i gave her my coat, i carried her to our bikes, i drove her to her home, made sure she was in bed ok. but i feel really guilty of having these thoughts of cheating. what should i do?
My husband has this cheating fantasy. He’s made me role play it for years. One night after some drinks with the girls, I fucked a guy, Ryan, that I’ve known since college. The knowledge that I was cheating really turned me on. I told myself the whole time that I was doing this to tell my husband and it would turn him on.
The following days I kept entertaining the idea of telling my husband, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Then we went out one night and saw Ryan. He kept grabbing me and pawing at me. I told him to cool it because my husband would suspect something. My husband did notice, he tried to laughed it off, but was annoyed by Ryan. My husband said that if Ryan even had a chance, it would have happened years ago. Truthfully, I always found Ryan attractive and we had kissed several times, but I never told my husband. That was before we were married, so it didn’t count.
Well, I met with Ryan to tell him that I fucked up and it wouldn’t happen again. But he has this dominant personality, unlike my husband and he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I let him fuck me again. I don’t really feel guilty, but I love my husband and don’t want to hurt him.
My friends all laugh because I always had a “good girl” reputation. I don’t think I’ll sleep with Ryan again, but I think I might be addicted to the thrill of cheating.
I cheated on my best friend, with her fiance. I will call him Seth. When I first met him, I didn't like him on sight. The feeling was mutual. Seth was incredibly good looking, extremely tall and muscular. My friend desperately wanted us to get along but every time Seth looked at me, I felt his judgement and his annoyance. It was like he wanted my friend all to himself and I felt like I was losing her. I hated how good looking he was. I hated how perfect he was for her. I would look at him and he would literally make me angry. I can't really describe why. Two years pass, and they were engaged to be married. Seth and I still disliked each other but we had become quite good at playing polite company with each other and avoiding each other like the plague.
It was the Thursday before their wedding which was taking place on Saturday. I was a bridesmaid and my best friend was understandably freaking out about her wedding, as all brides do. Their wedding was taking place at an old winery - that had the most epic yard and house. The house was not lived in and they got the keys to the place on Thursday so they could start decorating. There was this beautiful winding staircase that they were going to take their pictures on. Anyways. I came by Thursday after work to help decorate. My friend and Seth were both there too. Seth and I were hanging hundreds of strings of fake flowers on that staircase banner. My friend had to leave early and she made some joke to Seth and I about not killing each other.
So Seth and I finished up in silence and then, almost in a peace offering, he went to the kitchen and brought me back a beer. We sat on those winding old steps and I finally got up the nerve and asked, "Why do you hate me so much?" He looked over at me and said, completely straight-faced, "Because every time I see you, I want to fuck your brains out."
I had no idea what to say about that, so I just sucked back that beer so that I had an excuse not to speak. I had two thought in my mind. 1) I want to fuck him too 2) He is my best friend's fiance. Never before have I ever been so torn in my life. I decided that I loved my best friend and that I just needed to get the heck out of there. I stood up, and turned to him and said, "That explains a lot. I know you love my best friend. I love her too. Let's just never talk about this again."
That is when he reached out, and I will never forget this moment as long as I live, he slide his hand up my thigh and then his fingers were up my shorts. I moaned and my legs against my will were spreading apart and he was fingering me like I have never been fingered before. I almost came. I was panting and looking at him and he was just staring at me. He yanked my shorts down, and then he was pulled me closer and his face was between my legs. And oh Lord, his tongue. Jesus. Between that and his two very big fingers I came so hard all over his face.
Next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees and without a condom, he was crushing me with his huge cock. I mean that thing was a monster. And I was bracing myself against those steps while he pounded me, absolutely fucked me to shit on those steps. He was yanking my head back with my hair and was saying things like, "I have never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I wanted to fuck you. The moment I saw you my cock was hard. This has been two years of torture." I have never been so turned on in my life. I had two orgasms during that and then he came inside of me. Without a condom.
When we were finished, we were both panting like we had run a marathon. I kind of moaned and said, "Oh no. Now what?" He said, "Well, the damage is done, let's enjoy this." We went upstairs and found the bride's room where there was a couch and chairs and I straddled him. He was tender that time, kissing me and kissing me while he slowly fucked me. I came twice more and then he came inside of me. Again without a condom. Then we jumped into the pool and swam around naked. Playing and drinking beer. Laughing. It was like I wasn't even with my friend's fiance. This was a completely different guy. He was funny and fun and sexy and interesting. I lay on the edge of the pool, my legs spread, staring up at the night sky. He stood in the pool and held my legs apart and pushed his tongue into me and made me come apart three times, never stopping, not even when I begged him. I loved how forceful he was. How demanding he was. I knelt on the grass and he held my head, pushing my mouth on that huge dick until I was choking and drooling, and he never let go until he was finished with my mouth. He never came in my mouth, but boy he sure liked my lips around him. The last time, he lay me down on the lounger by the pool and knelt in front of me. He put my legs on his huge shoulders and pushed so hard and deep into me. He just stared into my eyes and I orgasm-ed all over his cock twice more before he finally came inside of me.
It was 3 AM. We pulled on our clothes, made sure everything was in order and he walked me to the car. The last thing he said to me was, "Tell me not to marry her. I want to be with you. Tell me not to marry her." I just shook my head, got into my car. I bawled the entire way home. I wasn't sure if it was because I cheated on my best friend or because she was marrying the best sex I had ever had in my life.
They got married. I was the bridesmaid. Looking at him you would never know that had happened. He was back to being a complete jerk that ignored me. It confused me. We were all standing on those steps, getting our pictures taken. My best friend was so happy. Everyone was happy. All I could think of was that I had fucked Seth two nights ago on these steps. Yet here he was ignoring me. Except one glance. He looked back at me and his look said, he remembered everything. He looked completely tortured. And my heart was pounding so hard. I couldn't look at him after that. It was too hard.
During the reception, first there was the bride and groom dance and then all the other dances and then my best friend led Seth over to me and said, "Please. You two. I need you to kiss and make up. You two need to learn to like each other." And she forced us onto the dance floor. So we started to dance, it was a slow dance. Super fucking awkward. We didn't talk and I could see the bride giggling off to the side with the other bridesmaids. She thought this was funny. I thought he was being a jerk again until I felt his huge erection brush against my stomach. Our eyes met. We didn't say a word. As the song came to a close, he leaned down and said, "I hope I fucking knocked you up because I want nothing more than to be with you." I swear my knees almost gave out when he whispered those words to me.
He didn't knock me up.
Six months passed. We continued to ignore each other and be rude to each other. My friend just rolled her eyes. She told us that we must have hated each other in a past life. Little did she know that we were just working so hard to not cheat on her again.
Their marriage broke up. She was a mess. I was a mess. I comforted her. She said he just came home one day and said, "I thought you were the one but you aren't. And I can't live like this anymore." And that was it. He moved his stuff out. He had zero interest in reconciling. It was over. No amount of pleading or begging from her changed his mind.
Part of me was relieved. I thought, I no longer had to torture myself around him. No longer had to worry that I was going to slip up and cheat again. What was done was done. I could move on in my life. Except I didn't. The last person I had slept with had been him and no matter how much I tried, I had no interest in dating anyone. I felt like I was almost as heart sick as my friend.
Another six months passed. One night, my door bell rang, I opened my door and he was standing there. Staring at me. He just lifted me up, shut the door and fucked me right there on the foyer floor. We never even made it to the couch that was 5 feet away. We fucked and fucked and fucked. I kept telling myself that if I could only get this man out of my system, I would be cured. But the more we screwed, the more screwed I was.
We've been together for a year. Blindingly hot sex that just gets better and better. We have kept it a secret. I know the moment I tell my friend, she will dump me. I know the moment I tell our friends or my family or anyone, we will be judged and hated. I don't want to lose her and I don't want to hurt her.. I feel enormous guilt over this but he is like my drug. He is my world. I can't get enough of him. It's a mess. But when his cock is buried deep inside of me, I know that nothing else matters.
Can you confess if you keep on sinning?
I have been sleeping with this guy for about two months now and I can't stop. Sex has been really good and he takes care of me quite well. I hope my boyfriend doesn't find out.
I am a very heavy person and I always have been and I really like to change but I guess not strong enough? Because I still keep doing what I am doing without thinking about the consequences. I am eating and eating and stuffing my face and I am so fat but I cannot change it. I am not strong enough or something I guess and I love food I mean LOVE FOOD. I could never go on a diet and sports does not work for me either. I guess I might be just too lazy but I am still waiting on the motivation to turn my life around but it just does not come you know.
I've been in a long distance relationship for 3 years and last week i did something I've never thought i could. I cheated on my SO with my friend/schoolmate who was attracted to me. I've been living with anxiety and depression for a long time now and being with him makes me feel a bit alive and wanted :( Unlike my boyfriend who is always too busy to make time for me he was always there when i need someone to talk to. I tried to avoid my friend though, tried to push him away but I'm such a piece of crap. I ended up falling for that shortlived feelings. Yes, my friend and I had sex. And now I'm feeling extremely guilty it's eating me up inside... HE deserves someone better. But I'm too afraid to tell him the truth. I might be pregnant too.
my ex wife cheated, I confronted her and kicked her out of the house. I set up my rifle and watched this guy eat lunch. I had the rifle on his head and safety off, my finger on the trigger and pressing. I came very close to shooting him but knew I would be found.
I planned a set up where I would tie her in a chair and make her watch as I executed her family one by one. The only thing that saved them was my love for her little sister. She thought of me as a father figure and did not deserve to die.
I thought of suicide myself and just ending it all.
I did not kill anyone and just found someone new. I have a great wife I can trust and children I am very proud of.
I’ve convinced my crush to cheat on his girlfriend with me. I played with his emotions until he didn’t know who to choose, now we’re arranging to meet up. I don’t regret it.
I have to begin with a bit of a backstory. I met my (now ex) girlfriend 3 years ago at a party of a mutual friend. We hit it off rather quickly and I fell in love with her that same night. Because of me still going to university, we could only see each other at the weekend, as I am lived 3 hours away from home. Around 4 months into our relationship she confessed to me that she had slept with another man, because she felt lonely and desperate. She apologized profusely and I believed her - mistake no 1. I had one more year of university left and as I was told afterwards, she cheated on me several times with several different men during that period.After I got my degree, we both moved to another city. At first everything was great, living together seemed and felt like the right thing. I loved her so much. But it didn't take long until she became quite hostile and reserved towards me. She would try to start a fight every chance she got and made mountains out of molehills (if you know what I mean)We stopped having sex long ago, affection was long gone and this went one for a couple of months. And that's when she confessed that she's been seeing someone else for quite a while now. She said she wanted to break up with me and move in with the other man.She moved out immediately after this talk. I was so heartbroken. I broke off every kind of contact to her, even when she offered to stay friends. I just couldn't take it.Now to my confession: I am still living in the same apartment I used to live in with her. Two weeks ago, a letter was sent to my apartment addressed to her. At first I thought I would just throw it away, as I did with every other letter I got with her name on it. But I was just too curious. It was a letter from her credit card institute. It was the third reminder sent to pay for some long overdue debts she had and if she would not pay within 10 days they would take legal measures.I really considered telling her about that letter but that's when she sent me a really ugly message on Facebook. She insulted me and named me quite a few things, as she "found out" that I told my friends about why we broke up (b/c she cheated on me). She said I had ruined her reputation and that she would "sue more for all I have" and "cut my dick off"... stuff like that. It was really bad...So, I decided to not tell her about that letter.Please forgive me, but I really hope she gets some hell for what she did to me.
#ex #girlfriend #revenge #cheating #bitch #vengeful #confession
My girlfriend of 2 years cheated on me. I was stunned when I found out, I always treated her like she was the most special girl in the world. I'm a decent looking guy, have a nice size tool and never had trouble getting dates, but now I know I wasted 2 years of my life on someone who wasn't worth it. Her sister had always flirted with me when she was alone with me, and I had resisted, but now I was angry, and ended up fucking not only her sister, but her mom too when she was having compassion for me after her daughter cheated on me, we were just talking and one thing lead to another and I pounded her puddin' as hard as I've every pounded any girl, loaded her up with cum and she loved it.
Now my girlfriend regrets cheating on me and has dumped the other guy she was seeing and is begging to get back together.
I told her only if I could keep fucking her sister and her mom too. She just looked at me kind of stunned. I just smiled and walked away.
It was revenge, it was extreme justice :)
My wife finally confessed to me about her cheating on me, and I come to find out that she has been a cheating hot wife for many years. It is sexually stimulating and turns me on. One of her jobs was working in a maid service, and she had lots of sex with her clients as well as her co-workers. She was a little slut!
One of her stories was about a cute young boy she would drive in the car with, and she gave him handjobs along the way to their different jobs. She said that he would cumm so hard that it would hit the inside of the windshield of the car! He was a huge cummer evidently, and he would cumm very hard for my hot wife!
It turns me on that she made that young man cumm so much for her!
#unfaithful #cheating #wife #cum
My fiancé and i jut found out that i am six weeks pregnant.
lately I've been having these weird dreams about cheating on him with friends, ex boyfriends, strangers, anybody.
i love him, and i don't know why my subconscious is putting these images in my brain..
I got drunk and cheated on my husband with my husband. We live in the town where I went to college. My husband and I went to my 10th reunion last summer, and had a blast. About an hour before we were going to call it a day and go home, we ran into Bill, the guy I dated in college, who I hadn't seen since we broke up in junior year. He looked great, was lots of fun and hit it off with my husband. We had several drinks and I realized I was still very attracted to him, and he seemed to be hitting on me. When it was time to go home, he gave me a long and passionate good-bye kiss while my husband was getting the car. I got very aroused - and asked him where he was staying. Turns out he was actually flying out in a few hours, and our house was closer to the airport than the hotel he was staying at. When my husband pulled up I told him we needed to go by Bill's hotel so he could get his stuff and crash with us that night, and go to the airport from our place. My husband agreed, so that's what we did. When we got home, we had a few more drinks. Our house has three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.
Our master bedroom is on the main floor, and we have the other two bedrooms on the second floor, one to the left at the top of the stairs and one to the right. My husband said he'd prepare the room at the top of the stairs for Bill and then meet me back in our room after I got some soap, shampoo and towels to leave in Bill's bedroom. It was late, and we were all very tipsy and tired. When I got the soap and supplies I found all the lights were off in the upstairs bedroom to the left, but I could see someone was in the bed. I quietly dropped the soap and towel in the bathroom, and as I left I stopped to get a glimpse of Bill sleeping. He was under a sheet with his back to me, so I decided to give him something to remember. I stripped naked, and leaned over and kissed the back of his neck. A powerful arm immediately pulled me into the bed and I discovered he was naked and we just went at it like bunnies in the dark. It was just like I remembered in college - great and passionate foreplay, then he went down on me and was attentive until I orgasm, at which I pulled him up on top of me so he could slide in and finish inside me. His penis was rock hard and felt wonderfully familiar, and I had a vaginal orgasm like I had not had since my honeymoon. He rolled over and promptly fell sound asleep, so laid next to him figuring in a few minutes I'd go down to my bedroom. I hoped my husband was already asleep because it'd be hard to explain why it took so long to take a towel upstairs. Unfortunately I felt so happy I fell sound asleep. I bolted awake when the morning light through the window shined on my face. I let out a little scream because I was mortified at what my husband would do now I was caught sleeping in the guest bedroom - I heard steps running toward the room I was calling out to see if everything was o.k. I also felt that powerful arm pull me back so my head hit the pillow and I was looking up into my husband's face. By now Bill was in the doorway, and smiled. He asked, "did you two spend the whole night up here? I heard you two going at it. My husband responded "sorry, after I came up and got your room on the right ready, I was too tired and drunk to go downstairs, so I just crashed here in the room to the left." I realized that when I had brought up the towel and found someone asleep in the room the the left, I assumed it was Bill since I though my husband was going back downstairs to meet me in our room. So my naughty "good-bye" fling in the dark with Bill was actually with my husband. But it was SO good, I'm relieved. I drove Bill to the airport and when I got home, I told my husband I wanted to sleep with him in the upstairs bedrooms more often!
#reunion #sex #collegeboyfriend #cheating #oral #orgasms #foreplay
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