Confession

There's something about peering into that nebulous cloud of the internet that causes one to lose their inhibitions.  Take me for instance.  Thirty-four, mother of two, house in the suburbs and driving a minivan.  No one would think twice about labelling me a frigid soccer mom.  Sure my conservative dress conceals my feminine figure, my blond bobbed hair makes me appear respectable, but its all a facade.  A mask of decency that I wear in the world.  The only time I allow it off is when I'm certain I'm alone.

I've always had trouble sleeping.  My mother used to tell me to pray for sleep and it would come.  I just grew bored with it and would sneak into our basement and watch television.  This all changed when I got into junior high.  

I remember it well.  I woke up feeling funny.  There was a fluttery feeling in my belly, I felt flushed and sensitive.  I went into the bathroom and took a shower.  I remember how the hot water cascading down my body made me lose my breath.  And when it trickled down to my peach fuzz covered cunny I felt hot all over.  

After finishing the shower, I couldn't tear my mind away from that feeling.  All day through school I was distracted by it.  I would squeeze my legs together hoping to silence that impulse to tooch my little slit.  It didn't help, the pressure seemed to make it harder to focus, but it felt good.  At home I was even more obsessed.  My mother even checked my temperature when she noticed my glazed expression.  She sent me to bed early.

Climbing under the covers my heart seemed to skip a beat.  I knew what masturbation was.  Girls teased each other about at school all the time.  It appeared to be a cause of shame, but the desire to touch myself as overwhelming.  "I'll just never tell any of my friends," I remember thinking.  Then I slowly slipped my hand into my panties and spread my legs.  It was surprisingly wet, like never before.  Just the texture of my fingertips as they glided over my clit sent lightening bolts up my spine.  I don't think I even slipped the finger into myself.  I just strummed that little nub of mine until my fingers turned pruny from my juices.  My orgasm came in waves.  At first it wasn't very noticeable through the regular pleasure I was feeling.  But the sensations grew, pulsating and cascading into one another.  It seemed to take over my entire body.  My muscles tensed and my breathing quickened.  My legs clamped shut pressing my hand against my snatch.  And quicker than it came, it left.  Gasping became sighing and my limbs went limp.  I had no trouble going to sleep thereafter.

I was always the most passionate between my husband and I.  When we were dating I initiated sex.  He never asked for a blowjob, or to go down on me or to give it to me up the ass.  It was my responsibility to satisfy the kink, and I had no problem with it.  He was a willing participant and I was the one to plan our activities.  It was fun while it lasted, but it eventually led to us getting pregnant.  We got married right after finding out.  

He was sweet about it.  Noticing on his own that I had missed my period he went out and got a ring.  When I showed him the positive pregnancy test, he fawned excitement and faked a fainting.  Falling upon a knee I rushed over to him as he pulled the ring from his pocket and asked me to marry him.  I didn't answer, but just put it on with tears in my eye.  We made love all through the evening and into the late hours of the night.  When he fell asleep I stayed up looking at the princess cut diamond sparkle under the bedside lamp.

As most of us know, kids are draining.  Their energy burns most every morsel of passion you kept through your youth.  Being the more passionate one in the relationship, I took it hard when my husband lost his sexual appetite.  Our only free time was after the kids fell asleep, but at that time he wanted to join them in slumber.  I tried hard to get his attention and entice him into lovemaking.  But he couldn't keep up.  I was irritated and took it out on him.  We got into some fights about it, but they never helped matters and I had to accept my lot of sexual deprivation.

Once again sleep was hard to come by.  One night I was up late to email invitations to my eldest girl's fifth birthday party when I received spam about horny housewives.  I laughed and opened it up to see a picture of a big black cock nailing a sloppy pink pussy.  I had known that the web was cluttered with porn, but never thought to use it to get off.  I got up and locked the door to the den, slipped off my panties and masturbated myself to orgasm in no more than a few minutes.  

I deleted the email, went back to bed and fell asleep minutes later.  The next night, again I was in front of the computer, but I had no sexy spam so I opened my browser and jumped into online porn with both feet.  I started having late nights every night, getting off to digital videos, pics and stories.  It became such a regular thing that I moved my vibrator from the bedroom to the den.

After a couple months I started to hit a plateau.  It took longer and longer to get off.  Even though there was an endless supply of porn, somehow it stopped working for me.  It started taking hours to hit that same point that only took me minutes when I first began.  One session lasted into the morning.  The sun was rising and birds chirping and I had yet to reach orgasm.  I signed off and surrendered to sleep.

A week passed before I decided to try again.  I figured that method lacked a human element and I needed interaction.  So after struggling with my demons to rationalize the conceptual cheating, I went to the chatrooms.  There was a bit of culture shock.  Everyone seemed in such a rush and I seemed to get carried along with the current.  No more than a minute into the chatroom and I had a half dozen people IMing me hoping to "cyber".  I had no idea what that meant and agreed with the first person to IM.  When he started to talk dirty it clicked.

I was unaccustomed to typing lustfully, but he carried me along with messages of licking my asshole and me sucking his cock.  It got hot really quick and soon I had to type one-handed.  He reached orgasm but was polite and continued helping me out until I reached mine.  After I did I felt a little ashamed and wanted to sign off, but the man on the other end wanted to "get to know me".  My shame won out and I politely made my exit.

The feeling that I did something wrong lasted a couple days but then my libido went on the defense.  I didn't really cheat on my husband.  That man didn't actually lick my ass and fuck my pussy.  It wasn't as though there was even any physical contact.  After convincing myself I returned to the chatroom and eventually became a regular- getting virtually fucked by every Tom, Dick and Harry in cyberspace.  I was a insatiable online hoe.  People began to get excited when I joined the chatroom.  It was like Cheers, only we were all using fake names (some fake genders) and only there to cum.

One member asked me if I had a web cam.  Replying that I didn't he encouraged me to get one and sent me a link to his live webcam.  We cybered and I watched him as he whacked off.  He was a little chunky for my taste, but this was too taboo not to get into.  I orgasmed quickly but stayed on to see him cum.  He held the webcam close to his cock as he stroked it.  After cumming on the lens, he brought it to his mouth and licked the spunk off.  I thought it was so kinky and came again.

That very next day I drove to the computer store and bought a cheap webcam for thirty bucks.  The husband didn't even notice me installing it after dinner.  He wasn't asleep more than twenty minutes before I crawled out of bed and flipped on the PC.  

I signed on and joined that elite webcam chatting circle.  Being one of the few females in the chatroom I was bombarded with IMs.  I filtered through the trolls and found a nice looking young guy.  We chatted for a bit- the preliminary getting to know you.  He was 25 and from Ohio.  I was bold and told him to show me his muscles after he admitted to working out.  I had him stripped naked in no time, stroking his seven inch cock while facing the webcam.  

He stopped and typed to me asking me to undress.  I forgot that he could see me.  I felt a bit embarassed but tried not to show it since he could see me.  I positioned the web cam and backed away from the desk so that he could see my entire body.  I was wearing my oversized t-shirt and underwear.  I slowly pulled the shirt up over my head.  I leaned towards the screen to see his response: "ooohh hot body... now the bra."

I reached around to unclasp the hooks.  I pulled the straps over my shoulders, but kept the cups from falling.  I teased him, showing him a nipple and then turning away.  It was fun.  I hadn't done a strip tease in years.  I finally let the bra fall and leaned in to see his next message.

"Pinch your nipples then take off your panties... throw them at the webcam."  I tweaked my hard nipples, rolling the firm flesh between my fingers.  I lifted one to my mouth and sucked, gently holding the nipple between my teeth.  Then I repeated that with the other side.  I saw him leaning towards his screen and stroking his cock.  I smiled releasing my tit.  The 36C boob bobbed once and came to a rest.

I reached down and hooked my thumbs over the sides of my panties.  I did a little dance for him, twirling and teasing him, pulling the waist band until just the tip of my dark pubes were visible.  I turned and showed him my ass, then I slapped it.  I seductively twisted around and, ever so slowly, pulled my panties down.  I revealed my slit to him and walked to the webcam to give him a close up of my snatch.

"Strum your fingers against your clit" he wrote.  I told him I had something better and leaned over and grabbed my vibrator from the bottom drawer of the desk.  I showed it to him and I saw him smile mischieviously.  "Put it in your mouth," he wrote.  I licked all up and down the shaft.  I imagined it was his.  I brought the head into my mouth and dropped it into my throat.  Pulling it out I saw his eyes wide, he was pumping his dick furiously while watching the screen.

I moved back and turned the vibrator on, bringing it to my clit.  I watched him point the webcam at his cock, his fist a blur over it.  I worked the vibe into my pussy and then strummed my clit.  I imagined it was his cock pumping into me.  My juices dripped down and coated my hand.  I brought my soaked finger to my mouth and licked them clean.  It was then that he exploded.  His cum shot up his chest.  The ropes clung to his hair.  Pearls oozed from the tip and fell over onto his still stroking fingers.

While I watched him cum, it was as if all my surroundings grew dark.  All I could see was the computer screen, all I could feel was the vibrator, lodged deep in my vagina, and my fingers as I strummed my clit.  It was a technical wonder; I truly was having cyber sex.  The waves came like a tsunami and by the time the last morsel of cum fell from the tip of his cock, I was deep into the the ocean of my orgasm.

Consciousness must have left me for a while, because when I came out of my haze he was about ten lines into messaging me.  He wanted to know if I was alright and if I wanted to cyber again.  I agreed, signed off, got dressed and crawled into bed to snuggle with my sleeping husband.

The pang of guilt was much less this time.  I guess I passed the tipping point during my first cyber session months before.  I fell asleep contented and eager for the next night.

Over the next few weeks I cybered with every person that frequented the webcam chat circle at least twice.  It was strange how this online orgy worked itself out.  After a month I had my preference and was certain to cyber with the same three members every night.  We ended up chatting more than cybering and developed real relationships.  Many wanted to meet me for a fuckfest, but I told them I was married and wouldn't cheat on my husband.

One member I was close to, RodNGash, always had his girlfriend/wife with him, and cybering with them was a treat.  After orgasming with them we fell into chatting.  Before I signed off they asked if I was ever into Voyeurism.  I said no, outside of cybering that is.  They asked if would ever be interested.  I replied that I'd have to think about it.

The whole next day I was considering it.  Really, it was no different than cybering, only we'd be in proximity to each other instead of across the internet.  I knew it would be hot, but how would I leave the house?  What would I do if I was caught?  That night my husband fell asleep in front of the television and I had to get the kids into bed on my own.  I figured it was worthy considering.

That night I signed on and IMed RodNGash and voiced my concerns.  They told me they'd pick me up and that they only lived two towns away from me.  The whole thing wouldn't last more than two hours and I'd have weeks worth of kink satisfied.  I was convinced.  Rod said he'd text me from his phone when he was outside.  

The next fifteen minutes were agonizing.  I prepared myself in a hurry, my heart pounding, trying to be careful and rush around at the same time.  The anxiety was enormous.  I was dressed and smelling nice in minutes, then sat at the screen refreshing my email every ten seconds.  Finally it came: "We're outside, bring that hot butt of yours outside ;}"

A calm fell over me.  I probably would've crawled into bed if it didn't.  I shutdown the PC and walked silently out of the house.  They sat in their Lexus with their headlights off across the street.  I instantly recognized them both.  They greeted me with huge, welcoming smiles.  I hopped in.

Gaby (that was Gash) was so pleasant.  A little older than me but her body was in great shape.  Rod was balding a little- I never really saw the back of his head before.  I started to realize that these people were actually human, not just images flickering on my computer screen.  I got so excited, I could've came if we hit a pothole on the road.  I just pressed my legs together and made casual chitchat.  

There house was modest but surrounded by million dollar monstrosities.  We went inside.  Rod offered me a drink, and he gave me a gin and tonic with a nice slice of lime.  I asked where the bedroom was, hoping to get the show on the road.  They led me upstairs and offered me a seat.

I watched as Rod took Gaby's clothes off of her.  Gaby, in her underwear, did a strip tease for me and Rod.  I felt my panties getting soaked.  When she was naked she took off Rod's shirt and pants and then fished his cock from his boxers and started to go down on him.  His eyes were closed and he was moaning.  He kept playing with her hair, but not forcefully (he loved her).  

This was too much already, so I took my pants and panties down to get access to my soaked snatch.  I watched her tits jiggle as she bobbed on his cock.  Her cheeks filling as she went down and sinking as she pulled off.  I saw her pussy lips spread as she squated.  They were longer than mine (she probably got more action than me).  I had a strange urge to go underneath her and lick her slit.  I never had much of a lesbian thought in my life, so it was a strange impulse.  An impulse that I kept contained.

He pulled her up and they kissed passionately.  I thought it was so erotic that his tongue was now where his cock just was.  He picked her up, spun her around and placed her on the edge of the bed.  Kissing down her body he worked towards her clit, pausing at her neck, breasts and navel.

I leaned over to get a better look at him giving her head.  He had his tongue pushed out and was bobbing his head while skimming his tongue down her gash.  She was bucking occassionally while massaging her tits or running her fingers through his hair.  Her moaning increased, but instead of cuming she pulled his face off of her mound and up to her lips.  She licked her juices from his face.  The twirled tongues and then she forcefully threw him onto the bed.

Climbing on top of him, facing me, she strattled his body.  She reached down for his cock.  After slapping it against her soaked pussy lips, she slid the tip up and down before finally plunging herself down, impaling her gash on his pole.  He grunted as she slammed down and then rolled her hips.  She leaned forward resting her palms upon his thighs.  I saw her looking at me with lust.  I quickly downed what was left of my drink just to break eye contact.  I looked up to her sustained gaze.  Leaning to the side I saw that Rod was playing with her ass.  I suspected he had two fingers three knuckles deep.  

This was thrilling and I had to go back to strumming my clit.  My breath quickened into tiny gasps.  I saw Gaby smile and she started to slam her pussy down hard causing a wet smacking sound.  The rhythm seemed to match my increasing heart beat.  Rod started to moan- he was cumming deep inside of her.  She just bit her bottom lip and kept on slamming her ass down while watching me intently.  

Seeing that cock piston in and out of her while I strummed my clit was too much for me to handle.  Waves of pleasure grew and multiplied and morphed into lightening bolts jolting me from my pussy to my mind.  I bucked and almost slid off the chair.  I was picking myself up when I heard Gaby cry out.  I looked just in time to see a short burst of fluid spring from the top of her slit.  I was amazed, she came, like a man comes.  I promised myself to ask her how she did that sometime when I wasn't snuck out of the house.

She rolled off of Rod and he was spent, she started getting dressed.  Noticing my shifting in my seat, she told me that Rod would be out for the rest of the night and that she'd take me home.  We both fixed our clothes and went to the car.  We talked about our sexual exploits and I told her about my lack thereof.  She pulled up alongside my house and said that if I ever wanted to join in with them they'd be more than willing to accomodate.  I told her that I appreciated it and said that I could never cheat on my husband.  She winked at me and said, "the offer's always on the table."  I got out and she sped off.

For the next few days I stayed away from the computer.  Now that the offer was out there, I felt that the temptation wasn't worth the risk.  I decided I had to break away from the chatroom scene, find another avenue to get myself off.  I tossed out my webcam and put the changed my chatroom password to some random numbers that I'd surely never figure out.

I've never been able to maintain an appetite for cold turkey, but I knew I had to avoid the chatrooms.  I started reading stories again.  I explored the world of kink within the safe confines of my mind.  Once again I developed a favorite few writers.  

They were eager to get to know their readers.  A few were a bit too neurotic for my taste, but there was one that I really enjoyed chatting with.  He seemed to delve into my psyche and pull out those fantasies that I forbid myself from entertaining.  Through our dialog, I could've sworn he knew me personally, like a lover, soul mate or family member.  I admitted this to him and he said that most honest people come across the same way.

After discovering that he lived in the city from which my suburb is near, thousand of possibilities flashed before my mind's eye.  He said he lived in the downtown area alone.  We started to get to know each other's background.  I confessed to my voyeurism.  He confessed to being divorced.  I told him about the offer on the table and that although I was interested I couldn't cheat on my husband.  He told me I already had, that the mind and reality are inseperable, it's just easier to get over the guilt because thoughts fade from the memory quicker than action.  He said that couples seperating over "cheating" hardly involve any physical act of cheating.  

We started discussing the artificiality of the construct of marriage and the irony of young love.  That is that as women age their sexual appetite increases, and while men age it decreases.  He thought it was funny that sexual allure was inversely related to that appetite: aged men more appealing as are young women.  He blamed it on millions of years of evolution, I blamed it on the media.

I was the first one to introduce the subject of an affair.  He asked about my husband and I told him that I had already mentally cheated on him, and that I can't undo what I had done, nor could I change the fact that I needed release, and no matter what I tried I couldn't get that release at home.  He told me that containing the guilt that would result from cheating would surely ruin my marriage and the family.  

Considering his response I replied that I wouldn't try to hide the cheating, I would let the world know and leave it up to chance for my husband to discover my infidelity.  The writer told me to leave him out of it.  Assuring him that I'd be discreet, I explained that I wouldn't even expose anyone, but I'd provide enough information for my husband to know for certain who wrote the message.  

I told him that I'd have a hotel room rented halfway between the city and my town and that I'd text him the room number.  He didn't reply if he'd come or not.  Reluctantly, I booked the hotel room during an errand.  I texted the writer that I would be in the room waiting at eleven that night.  My husband fell asleep at nine with the kids.  By ten thirty I was in the hotel room, sitting on the king sized bed surfing the channels to pass the time until eleven.  When that time flashed onto the clock, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Anxious, I kept going to the window to watch people pull into the parking lot of the hotel, even though I had no idea what the writer looked like.  At 11:07pm there was a knock at the door.  I rushed over and opened it up and was disappointed.

At the door stood a tall woman in professional attire.  I figured she was the concierge.  Dressed tastefully in a blazer, blouse and skirt, she was carrying a suitcase.  Her dark brown hair was cut short.  She wore thin framed glasses and her make up was subtle-lip glaus and liner and just the lightest powdering of eye shadow.  

I asked if I could help her and she asked if she could come in.  Opening the door wide I let her through.  She set the briefcase on the dresser and looked me deep in the eye.  Her entire body was motionless, but for some reason I saw in her eyes an odd familiarity.  She noticed and smiled.   I asked her why she didn't tell me.  With a sly grin she told me it was more of a conquest if she lured in a woman posing as a man, that the trust threshold is much higher.

Walking over to her I traced my fingertips along her slender arms, taking her hands to look at her french manicured fingernails.  I brought them to my lips and into my mouthe.  I could taste a hint of lotion, it was sweet with a fragrance I never associated with lust... until now.  

Letting her fingers slip out of my mouth, she stepped back and started to disrobe.  I had flashbacks of Gaby, her standing in that darkened room in her underwear, her droopy labia, the sounds of her soaked pussy slamming onto Rod's cock.  My crotch was sopping before the writer was down to her satin underwear.

Unable to restrain myself, I moved towards her, wrapping my arms around her thin frame, bringing her lips towards mine.  We locked together.  Her skin was soft, no stubble, no wear on the skin from years of shaving.  Her lips were tender and her tongue was welcoming.  My breasts pressed against hers.  The fabric that seperated us felt as though it were a mile wide.  It had to go.

I pulled out of our kiss.  I circled around her and undid her bra.  I reached around and cupped and massaged her tits.  The straps fell over her shouldes and she was left in her panties.  I ushered her over to the bed and lowered her back.  Hooking my fingers over the straps of her g-string I tugged them down.  She brought her legs up and her knees together as the flimsy material passed down her legs.  Her thin slit appeared for a moment below her thin dark strip of pubic hair, and then disappeared when she pressed her knees together.  

Dropping the panties to the floor I was drawn to her crotch.  I coerced her knees apart and moved closer to her crotch, taking in that musky/soapy smell.  Her lips were thin and pressed close together.  Gliding my hands down her thighs I positioned my thumbs to spread her labia.  Her clit was exposed- a tiny pink bead just below her patch.  My mouth already watering I leaned in to get that much needed taste.

The heat of my breath on her sex made her shudder.  She twitched when my tongue touched her clit and then sighed deeply when I slid it down her slit.  Her breathing was deep and fluttering, her hips rolled with the movements of my tongue as though the two were dancing.  

I've tasted my own juices many times- it always seemed flavorless or at best a subtle musky sweetness.  Her's on the other hand was easily detectable.  I don't know if it was due to my sensitivity at the moment, but her nectar coated my palate and bathed my nostrils in the scent of her sex.  It was intoxicating.

She was moaning in a steady rhythm matched by my caressing tongue.  It grew louder and she squeezed her hips together clenching my head between her soft thighs.  I didn't let this stop me.  With my mouth against her mound, I rapidly grazed my tongue against her clit.  The moan turned to scream and she was writhing.  I was almost afraid that she'd twist my neck, but she kept her legs steady.

When her orgasm subsided I pulled my head from between her legs.  Her pussy looked red and swollen.  I traveled up her body and lovingly, with soft hands she drew my face to hers.  She kissed me all over, cleaning up her juices that coated the lower half of my face.  

Instinctively I was grinding against her.  Our mounds pressed against one another.  The feeling of her thin patch grazing my thick muff is beyond description.  Our tits kissed while we were lip locked.  

With her strength rejuvinated, she flipped me over and trailed down my body with kisses taking off clothing as she descended.  She pulled my amber colored camis over my head letting my confined breasts bounce when freed.  My hair spilled out over my shoulders and I caught an uncontrolled look of attraction.  With haste she pulled down my terri cloth flares with my black g-string.  Then after knealing she lifted my bottom and pulled me towards her.  My bare back rest against the tops of ther thighs.  My weight shiftedto the backs of my shoulders.  She leaned her head down and started to lap around my steaming slit.  Her hair fell forward- it was just enough to conceal her face and my snatch.

I felt her tongue gliding between my lips- first the outer and then the inner.  Her tongue grazed my clit for the first time, sending a shiver along my spine to my head.  She then started long strokes with her tongue along my slit.  She went from my tightened pucker, deep into my vagina and up to my clit.  Her silky tongue seemed to press the air from my lungs from my groin.  It became impossible for me not to moan.  

She sensed my rhythm and sustained it for sometime.  The sensation was enough for me to fall quickly into orgasm, but I breathed deeper to prolong the pleasure.  Ecstacy is a dish best cooked slowly.

I was getting close to that edge when she stopped.  She set my bottom down and I was disappointed.  My eyes were closed when she did, but when I opened them she was at the dresser opening her briefcase.  I saw her quickly pulled a black strap around her waist and then one from between her legs.  I was confused until she turned around sporting an 8 inch transparent purple strap on.  A quiver shook my hips.

She walked to the edge of the bed, beside my head.  She leaned towards me holding the dildo at the base.  I rolled near it and opened my mouth as she slipped it down my throat.  It was pliable, unlike my vibrator at home, and firm like a real cock.  There were small ribs after the smooth arrowed head, and it tickled my tongue.  She made long and careful thrusts, working the dong deep into my throat.  She pull it out.  The shaft glistened and bubbles of saliva hung from the tip.  

Climbing on the bed, she pushed a pillow under my ass.  I spread my legs to accomodate her.  Grabbing the dong by the base she slid it up and down my slit.  The ribs vibrated over my clit, pulling me right back to that edge of ecstacy.  Then she lodged the head at the entrance of my sex.  My soft petals clung to the sides of the dong as she pushed the thick head deeper into me.  When the ridge slipped through my lips I gasped.  It was thicker than my husbands and my pussy wasn't accustomed to that girth.

Smiling she slowly dipped the dong further down, stopping only when all 8 inches were stretching my vaginal walls.  I felt the cold snaps that held the dildo in place, press against my pussy lips.  They sent a shock that made my hips roll.  The thick shaft pivoted at the base and circled in my depths.

Slowly the shaft reappeared outside my pussy.  The ribs resonating through my snatch.  And when only the tip was left to stretch my hole, she thrust back inside.  She continued pumping in and out of me, increasing the pace as she did.  Each time a rib passed in or out of my vagina the waves of pleasure that coursed through my crotch intensified.

I wrapped my legs around her waist and helped pull her in as she thrust into me.  She was leaned forward, looking down at the shaft sliding in and out of me.  One arm holding onto my shoulder, pulling me towards her with each stroke.  The other clinging to the wobbling headboard above me for support.

The pleasure hit the breaking point and I clamped my legs hard around her preventing her from withdrawing.  The pressure was so powerful that time almost came to a halt.  Then it happened, one of the ribs slid back into me.  That was all it took to send me over the edge.  My pussy clenched in waves as my brain was drenched in dopamine.  Everything faded into blur of passion.  The waves had reached such heights that the base and the peak couldn't be discerned.  The plateau of pleasure lasted, but the release from my body couldn't maintain it forever.  I quickly came crashing down, falling into a hazy heap of limp and panting flesh.  When she pulled the dildo from me, my pussy felt a mile away.

I was only able to reply with whimpers.  She lay down next to me, the drenched dildo pressed against my back.  Her fingers grazing over my skin.  She started talking to me.

"Did you like that?"

I whimpered in the affirmative.

"You want to do this again?"

I repeated my reply.  She then told me that I'd have to write about this experience and set it sail on the internet.  That way the confession would alleviate any potential guilt.  She then said that if, by chance, my husband were to discover the story and know of my infidelity, that she would be more than willing to join both of our sex lives.  She told me to email her the link when I posted the story and that only after that could we meet again.  She kissed my cheek and said she would be eager to hear from me again.  She rolled off the bed, got dressed and left.  I wasn't far behind her.

It took me almost a month to build up the nerve to confess, but only a couple hours to describe it here.  Now I can't wait for tonight.  I already rented the room.

The End


ps
Sweety, if you're reading this, I'm sure you know its me.  I swear I tried so hard to be the faithful wife you deserve.  I hope that I didn't ruin the trust between us and I pray that you consider joining us.  She may touch you like she has me, and the passion we can share together may be just what we need to get back on the same page.  I love you so much and I hope that you can understand.



