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My Confession

By: parkk84



I have a confession to make. I never thought anything like this would actually happen, and I can't believe I'm going to relate this story to you, but maybe doing so will provide some kind of therapeutic value to my guilty conscience. For the past year now I've been sleeping with my son. Or rather, to put it bluntly, he's been screwing my brains out. And I've loved every minute of it. How could a respectable wife and mother do something like this? Well, it didn't just happen overnight, and like I said, I still feel guilty sometimes. Let me try to piece together what brought this on.

I guess you could say I was brought up in a strict household. My parents were very religious people, and did their best to raise a daughter becoming of their virtuous standards. They wouldn't let me date long after my friends had started seeing boys. Even after I began dating, they would scrupulously check every boy's background to make sure they were decent young men fit enough to take out their daughter. I wasn't what you'd call a rebellious teen, but I rebelled enough to know that I wanted out of that house. When I was eighteen I met Brad Hanson, the local minister's son who had just graduated from law school. My parents were delighted when we began dating, and Brad knew all the right things to say to reassure them regarding his intentions with me. Although I was smitten with Brad, looking back, I probably had some ulterior motives when I convinced him we should get married. As I mentioned earlier, I didn't know how much longer I could take living with my overbearing parents. Marrying Brad would get me out of there while keeping my folks happy too. My family thought I was too young to get married, but they thought so highly of Brad that they acquiesced when we told them we were engaged. 

As you might expect, as an eighteen-year-old virgin I was more than curious about sex. I hadn't done anything more than kiss before I married Brad, so I was very shy about it. Sex with him was awkward for me at first, but I eventually came out of my shell. Brad may have been the son of a minister, but he was very open about sex. So much so that if my parents had known that side of him they probably never would have let me date him. Brad was a considerate enough lover, and he knew how to coax my developing sexuality without being too aggressive.

It didn't take me long to discover I loved sex. I still had a lot of inhibitions, but my attitude changed profoundly. I wasn't so much afraid anymore, as I wanted to find out about all the things I'd been missing. After a month of marriage I felt comfortable enough to let Brad go down on me. I never imagined how great it could be; I came so hard I was out of breath from the screaming. I loved Brad even more as I learned to trust him in the bedroom, and it made me want to do everything I could to please him. Around a week later I mustered enough courage to suck his penis. I felt proud when he came on my pillowy breasts, and right then I knew I enjoyed giving pleasure as much as getting it. I also knew that I was a sensual young woman with a very strong interest in eroticism. But my sexual self discovery got somewhat put on hold about two months later when I joyously told Brad I was pregnant.

Brad was thrilled at the prospect of becoming a father, and for the next couple of months our life together was blissful. The pregnancy brought us closer together and our intimacy grew. As time passed however, Brad started to change. He was always the type to bring his work home with him, but up until then it had never taken precedence over me. He wasn't nearly as affectionate with me either and our love life deteriorated. I started feeling neglected, unattractive, and depressed. Maybe he wasn't interested in having sex with his expecting wife, but my libido was far from dead. I held out as long as I could before I decided to relieve myself through masturbation. I'd never masturbated before as my upbringing had been that it was a sin, but my needs eventually won out. At first I would only touch my breasts and stroke my thighs; I was so horny I could have orgasms from that alone. But as my experience with this type of pleasure grew I needed more. I didn't want to stimulate myself 'down there', but once again my frustrations took control. I began with just squeezing my thighs together until I came, and when that wasn't enough I began using my finger on my clit. But it wasn't long before I was again feeling unsatisfied. One of the things I had discovered about myself with Brad was that I enjoyed vaginal orgasms as much as clitoral orgasms. I hadn't felt Brad's cock in me for so long that one day while masturbating I put my reservations aside and tentatively slid a finger up my pussy. Slowly, I fingered myself, the feeling so good. After I came I felt ashamed at having fingered my vagina with my child still growing inside me, but it was so good I knew I couldn't stop. I was hooked.

As time passed I became more and more concerned with what was happening between me and my husband. I confided my problems with a friend and she assured me that a lot of men had difficulty being intimate with their pregnant wives and that everything would return to normal once the baby was born and we got settled in as parents. My fears moderately relieved I decided to let Brad off the hook as far as our sex life was concerned. He was still a good husband in other ways, and was helping out with housework, getting the baby's room ready, etc. If he didn't want to make love to me for awhile that was OK.

Pleasing myself wasn't all-bad anyway; it was giving me a chance to explore my own imagination and sexual fantasies. I often fantasized about making love to a mysterious, sexy man. Someone who found me irresistibly attractive even though I was six months pregnant. I'd long ago found out that it was normal to fantasize about people other than our mates, so I wasn't concerned about being unfaithful. I also started enjoying X-rated films. Brad had a small stash of blue movies he gathered in his youth. I had never seen a porno before and was now curious about them. They were unlabeled tapes of older films, most of them terrible. But there were a few that really turned me on, and added fuel to my erotic daydreams. One day I was watching a particularly well-done film. The actors were attractive and the sex was intense.

I was really getting into it, having fingered myself to a wonderful orgasm. In it, a young man had gone to see his teacher about his poor grades and, well, you can figure out the rest. What made this movie different was what happened next. The student came home to tell his mother he got an A in school. She told him what a good boy he was and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was expecting the film to end, but it didn't, as the older woman then gave her son a very un-motherly kiss on the lips. I was shocked and horrified by it but it also stirred something in me that kept me watching. Whether it was this unexpected twist in the story or some latent feelings I had I don't know, but I found myself getting aroused. I kept watching the incestuous lovers on the screen, the scene getting hotter and hotter. 

They were now naked, the son tonguing his mother's pussy while she kept moaning what a good a boy he was. The scene shifted and they were now having intercourse, the mother urging her handsome son to give her his come. By now my hand was wildly fingering my pussy, and by the time it ended I had an earth-shattering climax. I lay back trying to regain my composure. The scene was over and there was some dialogue. The son was telling his mother how he really got his good grade. She laughed carelessly and said she would have given him an A+. Although I'm not going to blame actions I took years later on a film I saw I admit I probably never would have never considered something like this as erotic if I hadn't been exposed to it this way. For years I felt guilty about how much I had enjoyed that movie, but I learned that there's nothing wrong with having atypical fantasies and that they're harmless as long as you can control them.

A few months later Brad and I had a healthy baby boy we named Kevin. Life was as normal as it can be for a couple raising a newborn. My incest fantasies more or less became dormant with one notable exception. After I had Kevin, my breasts, which are already 36 D's, swelled even larger. I've always thought they were one of my best physical features, and before I had the baby one of my favorite types of foreplay was for Brad to suck and lick my sensitive nipples and areolae. As you might expect, it took some time before my sex life with Brad returned to normal. Long after we were making love again Brad would refuse to stimulate my breasts because I was lactating and even the remotest possibility of getting milk on him made him downright squeamish. I've heard that some women get aroused by breastfeeding and I have to admit it happened to me too. I tried my best not to let it happen, but when you consider that one of my most sensitive areas was being ignored by my husband, it's easier said than done. I fought it for as long as I could, but eventually started fantasizing that it was my husband sucking my nipples instead of my baby and allowed my feelings of pleasure to overwhelm me. From time to time I combined that thought with the fact that I was nursing, and the idea of feeding Brad with my milk made me wet with excitement. And other times my incest fantasies got mixed in too and I pretended that Brad was my son suckling me. It got me so hot I'd have to finger myself to orgasm once Kevin was done feeding.

All I'll say about the intermediate years is that we settled in as a typical well-to-do family living in the suburbs. Brad's law practice never made money a problem, and I was happy with my career of wife and mother. My love life with Brad may have gotten a little stale over the years, but anybody whose been married as long as we have understands that. I still love my husband and find him attractive, even though he's put on some pounds and lost most of his hair over the years. I don't mind saying I've aged extremely well as I get a lot of self-satisfaction from my appearance. I like to spend my free time exercising and even though I'm thirty-seven I think I can hold my own with most women in their twenties. My breasts sag a little more than they used to, you can't expect them to be perky for a woman with my cup-size or age. But they're still big and shapely, and they (like the rest of me) still get a lot of appreciative looks from men. I've become a bit of a flirt over the years and I love it when a handsome man flirts back. Despite Brad's assurances that I've 'still got it', it's nice to know I can continue to make heads turn at my age. I think I've given you enough background information that you have an idea of what I'm like so I'll now flash forward to more recent events. Does my past explain why I did what I did? Drop me a line and let me know.

I guess things really began a few months before "it" happened. As a lawyer's wife I was accustomed to periods where I rarely saw my husband, but this time things were different. Brad was working on a case for Mr. Dixon, a very wealthy client. The problem was that it consumed almost all of his time. The more work he did, the more Mr. Dixon was impressed with Brad's diligence, and the more responsibilities he gave Brad over his affairs. Although I should be proud to say that my husband was doing such a great job, in reality it depressed me as it made things increasingly difficult on our home life. I begged Brad to cut back, but he wouldn't, saying this client would make him into a major player within his profession. I pleaded with my husband; we lived a more than comfortable lifestyle, we didn't need any more money. But for Brad it was about power and personal clout, and he wouldn't relent. Sensing that it was affecting our relationship, however, he did promise to take certain evenings off for special occasions. Being the sentimental type I wanted him to spend Valentine's Day with me, but Brad, after checking his calendar, insisted it was impossible. So I settled by waiting until our anniversary, which is about a month later.

I had a restored sense of optimism as our anniversary approached; I wanted it to be a sort of renewing of our love for each other. I didn't ask Brad much about what he had planned for us, as I wanted to keep an element of mystery involved. All I did was drop a couple of hints along the way to remind him that our special evening was approaching. Brad's meticulous about detail and I knew he wouldn't forget, but the mere thought of him doing so was so devastating for me that I had to make sure it wouldn't happen.

Our son Kevin was certainly aware of the change in my attitude as of late. As a regular eighteen-year-old kid he spent a lot of time with his friends, but I had a close relationship with him too, and he was aware of the problems of late between Brad and myself. But my enthusiasm grew constantly as the big day approached, and Kevin was happy to see the dark clouds that had been circling over me gradually fade away. When the day of our anniversary arrived I was positively brimming with excitement, which was not lost on Kevin either.

"I haven't seen you this happy in years, Mom," he said.

"I haven't been this happy in years," I gushed, "your father has a big evening planned for us. We're going to the ballet, then dinner, maybe some dancing, then..."

"I guess you won't be coming home tonight," Kevin interrupted, laughing.

"Kevin, don't say such things," I chided. Although I was open enough with Kevin to discuss sex with him our talks had usually centered on his life. I knew he was still a virgin despite having gotten to third base with his last girlfriend. I also was relieved to know that he was responsible enough not to do anything foolish with a girl he didn't know. But at the same time I was not the type to discuss my sex life with Kevin anymore than any other mother would with her son. As I said before, I never thought anything like this would happen to me. The only thing I ever told Kevin about myself happened the day we first discussed birth control. He was curious about what I had used and so I divulged to him that I had been on the pill since his arrival, as his father and I had only wanted to have one child.

"I just meant that it's OK for me to stay home tonight and that I shouldn't wait up for you," Kevin stated matter-of-factly.

"No, I guess you shouldn't," I answered.

The evening got off to an excellent start. Brad had a limousine pick us up and take us to the ballet. The show was fabulous, and I loved the way Brad was being affectionate with me all evening. During the ballet he put his arm around my shoulder and I rested my head against him. Later on I felt his hand caress my knee, reminding me of the kinds of things we used to do when we began dating. After the show ended we went to a posh restaurant for dinner. The red backless dress I wore made me feel sexy as it showed off my voluptuous body. The long slit down the side highlighted my well-toned legs, getting more than a few stares from the men in the restaurant. The looks from the other men were making me feel so desirable, and so deliciously aroused. Brad was never the jealous type so I leaned over to him during dinner and mischievously whispered that every man in the room was undressing me with his eyes. He replied by holding up a hotel-room key and saying I was going to have it happen for real soon enough. We had a great dinner, the food and wine were superb and the conversation dear. I had a little more wine than I can usually handle, but I didn't care. By this time I was feeling very amorous, and the alcohol only served to relax my inhibitions further. I was ready for Brad to ask me back to the hotel room. That when it happened, his pager went off, and our evening fell apart.

"Let me just check on this honey," Brad said. When he returned his face was pale, and my heart sank.

"I'm sorry Jennifer," he said. Brad said 'something big' had happened and he had to leave. I didn't know whether to scream bloody murder or cry my eyes out. I wanted to tell Brad that he was making a fatal mistake, that our relationship needed repair and that he had to stop putting his job ahead of me. But I was too shocked to say anything, and just sulked forward in my chair. I was barely listening as Brad tried to justify his leaving by explaining the case, my eyes only peering up when he said he had to catch a flight out of town immediately and wouldn't return for at least three days.

"I'll make it up to you honey, I promise. I've got to go now but I'll have the driver take you home. I'll take a cab to the airport from here; it's the only way I'll catch the flight on time. Jenny, I'm really sorry, but this can't wait," he said. I was speechless but nodded my head and gave Brad a goodbye kiss. He put me in the limo and I watched him as we drove off, my heart broken.

When the car approached my house I saw the light on in the living room, Kevin was still up. I didn't know what to say to him so I opened the front door quietly, hoping I would be able to avoid him. Of course, he saw me, and a look of astonishment came over his face.

"Mom, what happened to you," he said. A look of fear came over him, "Is Dad OK?"

I must have looked even more distraught than I was aware of. "Oh yes dear, he's fine. He just had to catch an emergency flight out of town."

"Emergency? What happened?" Kevin asked.

I explained the situation while Kevin carefully listened. Ironically, he could see through my brave facade better than his father and didn't underestimate just how deeply anguished I felt. Although there were times when I still treated Kevin like a child I knew that he was quite mature for his age. This was a trying time for me and I needed a confidant I could trust. Therefore, I took Kevin up on his offer to talk about it. I sat down in the dining room while he poured us each a glass of wine (Kevin had never drank in front of me before, but I allowed it) while I unburdened my soul to him. I told him about my marriage, how his father didn't seem to care about me anymore, about how devastated I was that he would abandon me on this important day, and how lonely and unwanted I sometimes felt. I began to cry softly, and Kevin delicately wiped away my tears and held me.

After a few minutes he tried to cheer me up and although there wasn't much anyone could do to lift my spirits I was moved that he was sweet enough to try. "I've got an idea Mom. You didn't get to dance like you said you would. How 'bout we dance, it might make you feel a little better."

Kevin was a such a dear son, I thought as I looked up into his eyes. He had his father's blue eyes; in fact he was looking more and more like his father each day. Brad was so darned handsome back then, I thought, the girls must be chasing after Kevin now too. Feeling a little nostalgic for the past, I agreed, and Kevin put on an old record of mine for us to dance to. Kevin's not much of a dancer and I was a little buzzed from the wine so there wasn't a lot of movement to our dancing. We just held each other and I rested my head on his shoulder as the slow song played on the stereo. It was nice, and I enjoyed the feeling of being secure in Kevin's warm embrace. My mind was in a bit of a haze; sometimes I even forgot I was dancing with Kevin rather than Brad. His arms held me tightly against him and I unwittingly responded by pressing myself harder into his body and softly cooing my approval. Kevin had been casually stroking my back, and it felt wonderful. Everything felt so good I really don't know when those feelings had crossed the line past what was appropriate. When does soothing become sensual, when does loving become lovemaking? The line is sometimes too blurred to know.


My Confession



I do so love the true or supposedly true stories here. The feeling of reality makes the stories much better for me. If that is your passion as well and you like to hear the details of what women like me do, then read on. I want to tell you about the first time I cheated on my husband.

My purpose is to simply relate my slide into an out of control situation that still rears its head even today. I love dirty sex, and by definition, it cannot be had in the bounds of a faithful marriage.

There has never been anything like the feeling of initiating dirty sex with someone other than my husband,to fulfill me, ever. Being married and choosing to continue in this risky behavior is what makes it so much better than if any of this had happened before I was married.

I was of course, a virgin when we got married. Not only that, but completely inexperienced. No one ever touched me in a sexual way; ever. I did however want it very badly and constantly masturbated and imagined torrid scenes of decadent orgies. I naively assumed any sex with my husband would satisfy me once I was married.

I was wrong. 

There was a time when it was possible for me to turn away from such behavior, but whispering in bed about "forbidden" stuff with Kyle, my husband, really killed that idea early on. It was even worse when he occasionally brought home Penthouse letters to share with his naïve new bride. 

I ate that stuff up and pretty soon, no normal sex would satisfy me and I looked around me in daily life for some small ways to titillate myself.

First of all, I realized that my wardrobe would need revamping and so I threw out all my pantyhose and bought garter belts and stockings. I eventually replaced all my underwear with either matching stretch lace bra and panty sets or sheer sets. Everything I owned would ramp up my sex drive every day, and believe me it does. The very idea of looking hot and being available for any play at any time truly preys on one's mind. 

Kyle loved my underthings and our talk in bed started to gravitate toward exhibitionism. I remember one day when the wind picked up my dress and blew it high enough for the man behind me at the bus stop to see that I was wearing stockings and stretch lace panties. I loved that he had seen them, and a lot of me in them. The next day I shaved my pussy of all but a tiny tuft cropped short.

I should probably describe myself to help you picture me more clearly; I am Hispanic with soft dark brown shoulder length hair. I weigh about 115 pounds with long legs and gravity defying 36C breasts. All my aunts have the same hot boobs and the brown skin makes 'em stay up very nicely. 

It was in our fourth year of marriage when someone mentioned that Clint was interested in me. He was one of the executives where I worked and he had reportedly said to my friend that he thought I needed my horizons expanded; with his tutelage of course.

She was more than happy to relay the gossip, but I focused hard on disappointing her with my feigned disinterest. Inwardly, I was intrigued and a little offended that he thought he had anything to teach me about sex play. He was cocky and charming and I loved cocky men; they let you know what they want without all the games. He also looked a bit like my husband which didn't hurt at all.

My pride in my abilities was offended and I began plotting ways to turn the tables and let him know that I was no innocent new bride. It was an excuse of course; I had been looking for any opportunity at all to expand what felt like a very narrow sexual life.

At the first hint that Clint was flirting, I responded with eager friendliness, and soon we were talking all the time. I kept everything very professional as I felt out the situation to see if he could keep a secret. He was married and that was a real plus. Also, his career was taking off and that too would help ensure his silence.

The months wore on and when no one was around his flirting became more aggressive. I let him look down my blouse when he thought I couldn't tell and once or twice a quick upskirt as I crossed or uncrossed my legs. I was enjoying myself immensely and I wanted his lust to burn hot.

It was all very naughty of course; the intentional accidental flashing, but nothing had really happened yet. 

Still, the dissatisfaction continued to push me on. Kyle was becoming more obvious at home about wanting me to imagine other men coming on to me and what I might do about it. It was getting harder and harder not to constantly think about indulging in some sort of extra-marital sex.

My husband would whisper in my ear, asking me if anyone at work ever hit on me or flirted with me. He was so much hotter in bed when he was questioning me about other men and I finally gave in and confessed my attraction to Clint. I told him that Clint wanted me.

"There is one guy; he told Angie at work he wanted to broaden my horizons."

This was the first bit of news of this kind to Kyle and he immediately shifted into a kind of sex play I had never witnessed before, he became passionate and dirty and a bit rough!

"That's pretty cocky, does he know you're married?"

"Yes, he knows," I started to pant, "that's what makes it so hot!"

"You like it more when men treat you that way?"

Kyle was kind and shy and couldn't imagine that a woman might want purely carnal attention from time to time. He believed all the movie stuff; that we all only wanted cerebral and loving sex from significant men in our lives.

"Mmmm," I moaned out breathlessly.

I opened my eyes and looked deep into his and stated flatly, "He wants to teach me some things."

I smiled and closed my eyes again; I felt very satisfied just saying it.

We were already in bed fooling around when he had started the questioning. I was only wearing thin white string bikinis, he was nude and already fully erect. Kyle's trail of pre-cum on my thigh confirmed his arousal at the news flash.

Kyle started to shudder a little.

He was great at foreplay. He would get me aching for release and then hold me there until I gave in to whatever he was wanting. It was nice sometimes, but his long involved love-making was exactly one of the reasons I wanted a guy like Clint to just "take me" from time to time. Fast and rough was my fantasy.

Tonight, I could tell he would want me to fantasize about Clint and I would give in. I knew that he would want to know how much this excited me and I wanted him to push me hard towards Clint.

He moved in close to my neck and whispered hotly in my ear. His fingers danced on the slick panty material and I started to spread for him.

"What do you want?" he ventured.

I knew Kyle would pester me until all we could talk about or imagine during sex was Clint watching me do a strip tease, Clint finger-banging me, Clint's cock in my mouth, and of course, Clint's meat pumping me on his desk or, best of all; in our own bed when Kyle was out of the house.

"How do you feel about him hitting on your wife?"

"mmmm, it's . . ." Kyle paused, he was trying to decide what he wanted.

I took the opportunity to grab hold of his cock and squeeze it hard.

We rolled together and pulled the covers high over our heads and whispered our exchange as if we could be caught by parents.

"Would you like to imagine him seducing me?"

Kyle was losing it, "Yess." His eyes were starting to look hazy.

"You would?" I stroked his cock purposefully, spreading the lubrication over the head.

"Yessss"

"You want some other man seeing me in my garters and panties?"

"Yess . . . uh . . . I want him to see your slutty sheer panties."

His hands worked furiously into my panties and I humped his fingers uncontrollably.

The groping was getting hot and fast and I took the opportunity to pointedly ask, "Do you really want me to?"

"You would actually do it?" He seemed somewhat surprised at the turn in our talk.

"If you really like the idea, I might spread my legs and let him look up my skirt in his office. Maybe unbutton my blouse for him, would you like that?"

Kyle was a bit out of control as he wrestled with the ultimatum; picturing the scene of my slutty behavior in his mind. I could tell his brain was fogging up with having to make such a decision.

He moaned and pushed his cock toward my puss and tried to pull off my panties but I wouldn't let him in. I jacked his throbbing meat a bit to increase his discomfort.

"No-no, not till you tell me what you want me to do."

I pressed him harder, "You want him to see my nice tits?"

"Ohhh, yessss," he moaned, "show him your tits!"

"Mmmm, that would be nice; I would love to show him my tits!"

The honesty had come through in my voice and he liked my answer.

He pushed into me just slightly and we started humping in synchronized rhythm. His hardness pushed against the slick material of my panties soaking them with pre-cum. It was a slippery mess down there and it felt great.

"What if it's too much for him and he wants to touch me?" I ventured.

My tits were swollen firm and the nipples rock hard, our level of arousal was still climbing higher. We had never whispered of real seduction with a real man before, it had always been hypothetical.

Kyle was kissing my neck and his voice was tinged with a dark velvety quality. He seemed different.

"Yess, let him touch you!"

"Mmmm, that was easy. Are you sure Kyle? You want another man's hands on me?" I asked him in a very innocent almost taunting tone. I knew what he would say and I wanted to hear it, I wanted my husband to tell me to let Clint touch me.

"Can Clint pull my panties off?"

"Yes . . . please . . . let him slide your panties off in his office."

We were groping each other insanely now and I let him tear open the crotch of my wet panties. Kyle was a panty tearing expert, he loved to see his cock disappear into the torn panties and swollen pink of my sex. I rolled him over to sit on his cock and rode it madly as I imagined Clint under me in the back seat of our car. My tits bounced and I sweated and moaned and pushed just a little more before I would let Kyle finish.

"You want his fingers in my wet pussy?" I moaned breathlessly. My voice rose and fell as if I were riding a horse.

"Oh, yesssss . . . let him finger-bang you; every day if you want!"

"What if his cock comes out? Should I suck it?"

I squeezed his cock with my pelvic muscles.

"Mmmm, oh please, suck his cock baby, tell him how much you want it, and put it in your mouth and suck it off!" Kyle was jabbering, he would agree to whatever I wanted at this point.

The power felt good and it felt even better to know that I was using it to satisfy my own selfish desires. There was no way I was going to tell Kyle what I really did, but I wanted the perverse pleasure of him asking me to cheat on him.

"Mmmm, if I do that I'll want to do what we're doing now . . . I'm going to want his cock inside . . . can he put his cock inside me?"

Kyle was close to cumming and my brain was completely focused on getting him to tell me what my mission was going to be.

In between gulps at my tits he breathed out the golden answer.

"Oh, Yes, please, let him push your pussy with his cock. Ride his cock baby!"

"Without a rubber? I want him to feel what it's really like. Tell me he can pump me just like you do!"

"Mmmm, . . . not sure"

I pushed for the finale.

"No one's ever cum in me but you honey. I promise you no one has ever had any of my hot pussy but you baby, now don't you want his big cock to cum in your virgin wife's pussy?"

No answer. Kyle was sweating.

"Do you want me to let him have it all?"

"Unnnh, . . . let him pump you"

"Mmm, that's really nice of you baby,"

I had the precious permission note I needed and now I wanted to rub his nose in what he had just said. The perversity of it made me hot.

"I really want to let him do me; do you want him to fill me up? Take his cum? You want me to milk his cock of every drop?"

"Oooooh," Kyle was in pain as he listened. He really wasn't all that sure of what he had just done, but his cock was doing all the thinking at that moment.

"Tell me baby, would you like me coming home from work with Clint's cum oozing into my panties?"

Kyle lost it, "Ooooh, yes, please! I want you to let him use your pussy as much as he wants! I want you to come home freshly sexed every day you see him! I want my wife to give me the sloppy seconds"

. . . and there it was, Kyle came hard and loud. I came like a rocket and it was the best sex of our four years of married life. Every time we had sex after that Kyle would make me imagine he was Clint and have me show him what I wanted to do.

At work it was now becoming clear that I could not back off on the flirting, the innocent shows, the looks. Clint was beginning to think he actually had a shot at getting into my panties.

I decided to start a merciless teasing program to cinch the deal soon. I was hoping he would just lose it and attack me. The idea of a friendly rape was something that sounded really nice!

Many small incidents occurred over the days but they were pretty much like the day that I was hanging decorations from the ceiling in my office. 

He popped in and I could tell immediately that he liked the situation. The ladder, my slit skirt, no one around. He came close and circled the ladder until he was behind me. I looked down into his eyes and then . . . I can't believe it, but I spread my legs a bit on the ladder and went back to work. In the reflection of a TV screen in the room I watched him gaze up my skirt and absentmindedly stroke himself. 

I was glad I was wearing white lace panties that were easy to see. I felt his fingertip slide up my skirt just a bit to the top of my stocking and onto my bare leg. I let him play. He circled just a tiny bit and then stopped, afraid someone might come in. We resumed our professional demeanor but now he knew I was no ordinary flirt.

Another day he pushed me into a closet on the deserted third floor and we kissed passionately and he squeezed my tits aggressively. I rubbed his cock through his pants and we humped just a bit before we broke up and got back downstairs before anyone missed us.

On it went until one Friday when all the elements aligned for a perfectly slutty opportunity and I took it without a pause.

Kyle came by my work to take me home. I had been getting lingering naughty touches by Clint all day and I was hot as toast. It seemed to me a perfectly decadent thing to do to give in to Clint while Kyle was waiting for me in my office downstairs.

I was wearing a little button up white blouse with pockets that neatly covered the fact that I was wearing a half cup lace bra underneath. My blue floral pattern skirt was about knee length with lace garters and panties under.

I told Kyle I would be ready to go home in about 15 minutes and I needed to run upstairs to finish up. He sat in my office and I trotted down the hall, up the stairs and down another deserted hallway to the open door of Clint's office.

He was leaning against his desk talking on the phone, and I circled around to sit in his swivel chair. 

He looked at me inquiringly and I just beamed back, crossed my legs and began stroking my knee absentmindedly with light fingertips. He watched in growing fascination and talked on.

As he continued talking I watched him watch my legs and wondered if he was getting anything that they were saying. The feeling was intoxicating and soon I was overwhelmed with the urge to really go on and do the deed.

He stared blankly as I slowly uncrossed my legs and I reached down to rub a little circle on the top of my knee. That same fingertip pushed the hem of my skirt up ever so slightly. I watched his eyes widen and my tummy swirled in appreciation. He wanted me, bad, and my husband just down the stairs made things especially exciting.

I thought just fleetingly about what my husband would think if he could know that right now I was at that very moment instigating a seduction that far surpassed what he thought me capable of. For the first time in my life and in my marriage I was going to be a full blown slutwife.

My hemline continued up my leg slowly. I was breathing hard and my fingers felt a little numb. The soft stockings under my fingers were pleasing to the touch as well as lubricating my legs and psyche. I was warm and tingly inside and my panties were starting to wet.

Soon I reached the white ribboned clips of my garters and both my hands pulled my skirt wide to frame my legs. I kept my knees together but my feet were wide in a pose that surely burned through his brain. It was innocent and randy all at the same time.

Rather than pull my skirt up any higher, I chose to slide down in my chair until a tiny bit of bright white stretch lace popped into view between my legs. It was then that I couldn't maintain the innocent young wife routine any longer and spread my legs deliberately to show the wet crotch of my new panties.

His eyes told me that he had expected nothing of the sort; he had expected a slow purposeful seduction that might take days or weeks. He had been looking forward to charming the pants off me just like all the other women he had known, but the tables had been satisfactorily turned and I was enjoying the power that women have wielded over men for ages. It was totally new to me and as the saying goes, "power corrupts..."

He somewhat rudely ended his phone conversation and gave me his full attention.

My panties and garter belt wiggled into full view and I massaged my wet panties into my slushy pussy with drunken purpose. His pants pulled tight over his erection and the effect I was having warmed my abdomen and I spread my legs wider to show just a hint of plump sex on either side of the now soaked white lace crotch.

My eyes took in the perverse scene between my legs with heart pounding approval. In a detached mind's eye I watched my fingers pull my panties to one side and begin the lurid masturbation that I had often imagined I would perform for this man.

I was panting hard now and flashbacks of fantasies of dirty sex with Clint flowed through my beleaguered brain.

I noticed a hot pink marker near me on his desk and reached for it. I slid that highlighter up my cunt with no fanfare at all, banging my own pussy in front of him. 

The shape wasn't perfect and it did hurt just a bit but the show was unbelievably hot! My wetness coated the marker and I pumped it in and out feverishly.

It didn't take much of that before Clint hauled his wet meat out of his pants and began to stroke himself as he watched. He was slippery wet and the head was purple with anticipation. 

We watched each other masturbate for just a minute or two before I decided that I needed to go even further.

I eased the marker out of my cunnie and licked its length totally free of slick'um as his eyes widened even more. He reached out and touched my lips with his somewhat moistened finger and I leaned forward to give him an idea of what he could expect.

I kissed his wet finger and slowly absorbed the entire length of it into my mouth. My eyes locked onto his and I gave his finger a passionate suck job.

I threw myself fully into the act thinking about my husband and his request that I give in to Clint as much as possible. It was dishonestly acquired, he really didn't think I would do anything real, but right now it was sweet irony and I gave this stranger the best of my oral skills.

Clint hooked his finger onto my lower teeth and pulled my head forward to his quivering cock head. It was just a bit smaller than Kyle's but that was good since I had trouble getting all of Kyle's meat into my mouth. This was going to fit perfectly.

The moment was not lost on me and I savored the idea that I was about to consummate slutty adultery . . . like I could explain away the masturbation as innocent . . . yeah, right!




My Confession



I was already well into slutty depravity, but the moment of slipping another man's cock into my mouth for the first time was by far the most intense feeling I had had ever!

Right now my lips were just touching his swollen tip and with my eyes closed I smeared his pre-cum on my lips like a lipstick. It tasted different! Wonderfully different; it was NOT my husband's slick, not my husband's cock, and that made all the difference in the world. I sighed deeply with anticipation.

It slid into my mouth so easily, not like you might expect a first act of unfaithfulness to play out, and I made love to Clint's cock and sucked it with insane abandon.

In between fevered strokes I pulled off just long enough to say, "I love your hot cock in mouth!"

Clint got the best cock sucking I had ever given and he appreciated it so much he put his hand on the back of my head and pumped it up and down over him roughly. I couldn't pull off if I wanted to. I began moaning and I didn't actually care at that point if anyone heard, it was that intense!

Kyle had never forced me down on his cock! Knowing that I now had no choice but to take all of Clint's cum pushed me closer to orgasm!

I should mention right here that Kyle was never able to cum in my mouth; I always wanted to learn but I had never gotten an opportunity to swallow before. I didn't know exactly what to expect, but I knew my technique was obviously not to blame since Clint was clearly on his way to pumping my throat full, and I wasn't about to let one ounce of his cum escape me!

His hand pushed and pulled me by the hair up and down on his shaft and I submitted to his rough treatment with the greatest pleasure. I sucked eagerly and swirled my tongue all over the head of his member.

The cockhead swelled and I knew he was about to let me have it. I sucked madly and moaned a bit to encourage him and I felt the tube underneath fill with jism.

He let go with animalistic fury and I swallowed frantically, but he still filled my mouth just a little. It was just such a torrent of pumping that I couldn't get it all down as fast as it came.

It tasted wild and earthy and my pussy burned. I pulled furiously at my cunnie lips with my free hand and continued to suck his cock insanely. I would not let it out of my mouth until I had every bit of the evidence of my infidelity warmly down in my tummy. It was all about the carnality of it all; giving in to animal urges and humping the most aggressive male within earshot of my mate. 

I spasmed hard and barely breathed as the throes of my orgasm filled my fuzzy brain with such feelings of satisfaction and accomplishment. My panties were pulled to the side and my fingers were deep inside me, incidentally soaking the upholstery of Clint's office chair. 

I pulled at myself furiously and abused that little slut of a pussy like never before. I pinched my button hard as the last aftershocks of orgasm ended, just to punish it a little . . . maybe. She was bruised, but happy.

I had done it! I was officially a cheating little slut and the title alone tingled through me like aftershocks.

I proudly licked him clean and stood to leave. He pulled me to him and reached up my skirt as if he had always been allowed to. Clint tugged at my wet panties and realizing what he wanted I let him slide them down until his arm wa s full length. 

He kneeled behind his desk in front of me and gently lifted my skirt to nuzzle my musky sex. I ran my fingers through his hair and watched his head bob between my legs. 

His tongue explored my throbbing folds and he pulled my panties off and put them in his pocket. I let him do it so easily and now, just as easily, I spread my legs and let him lap at me like a stray dog. 

My hips bucked spontaneously and I rode his face for just a few minutes before I pulled him back up and kissed my own taste from his lips. Cumming was out of the question; my puffy sex was swollen and nearly numb.

I backed off just a little to unbutton my blouse and let him finally see my perky tits sitting high in the half cup bra. There really wasn't time to do anything with them now so I simply leaned forward and whispered in is ear.

"Now you can picture these easily when you bang your wife tonight pretending it's me," I paused, "will you do that for me?"

He nodded eagerly, said nothing, and stared hard at the swollen nipples protruding over the top of the bra's lacey edge.

Reluctantly, I started to button up and rearrange my hair and clothes.

I smoothed my skirt and returned to my office without saying a word. I hoped no one in the hallways would see my unsteady gait and suspect my oversexed pussy was throbbing and making it hard to walk.

I wrapped things up and went home with Kyle as soon as possible.

I told him of a "fantasy" of mine about letting Clint watch me abuse myself with his own highlighter until he couldn't stand it anymore and forced me to suck him off. Kyle didn't need to know the reality of the story and I was sure the result would be better if he just thought I was getting with the fantasy sex program.

He forced me up against the wall and when he discovered the wetness of my panties and puss he went wild and "forced" me to say Clint's name over and over as he mercilessly pounded my sex with his huge cock. It was deliciously wicked and I willingly shouted Clint's name as Kyle filled me with passion.

Kyle sexed me three times that night and my battered pussy never felt more contented. Needless to say it was just what I wanted and I decided that Clint would indeed get some of my sweet stuff as often as possible just as Kyle had asked me to do. It made sex at home wonderfully intense.



My Confession



I consider myself to be a normal and well-adjusted woman. Although I grew up in a small, rural town, I am not what would slangily be referred to as "white trash". My father was a prominent attorney with statewide political ambitions. My mother held a Ph.D. in classical literature. Education and attention to the arts had always been important aspects of my rearing. 

My education and intelligence are why now I so keenly feel responsible for my past actions. I have a dark secret. I committed an act about which I cannot speak. I committed incest.

I had returned home for summer break from law school. I was ninth of thirteen siblings, a large family that was likely the product of our Irish-catholic heritage. My appearance, or so I have been told, is also related to this heritage. My skin has always been very fair. My eyes are bluish-grey atop high cheek bones. I wore my black hair long, and it curled naturally about my face and cascaded in large waves past my neck. Despite a rural upbringing, I was never a "tom-boy" and much preferred being very feminine. I almost always wore a dress or skirt. My breasts developed early; much too full for my frame, I thought, and I fell into a habit of holding my body to minimize their prominence.

My brother Aiden was staying at home that summer. Because he was seven years older than me and had left home just as I was entering my teen years, I did not know him very well. He was not overly macho like some of my brothers tended. He was more bookish and quiet. I always found him to be gentle and kind. Although he stood nearly a foot taller than me and was handsome, he carried himself with modesty and shyness. It always pleased me when he would take the time to speak quietly and with interest to me amidst the din and distractions of our family gatherings. I greatly enjoyed and sought his company.

Aiden held an associate professorship in history at the local liberal arts college. He returned home that summer to help our folks with some projects around the house and farm. Although he was known to have had girlfriends, he was not married or deeply involved with anyone at that time. He had always avoided being the subject of the gossip that swirled about from our family of characters.

It was my first week back when Aiden asked if I would like to join him in town at a local tavern. I was excited about the opportunity to spend time with him and get to know him better. I had no conscious thoughts of sexual attraction to Aiden. He was my brother and important to me. 

Our evening out was wonderful. We talked about old times, laughed and caught-up with each other's lives. We liberally drank several beers. While I do not in any way blame the beer for what would happen, it certainly contributed to our enjoyment. I watched as Aiden's quiet facade faded to reveal his warmth, humor and intelligence. 

I was eventually able to pull him on to the dance floor. It may be hard for some to comprehend, but being from such a small town with such a large family, dancing with my brothers and sisters was very common. There was never anything sexual about it, just good clean fun.

Aiden and I primarily danced to fast songs and line dances. On a couple of occasions, one of my favorite slower songs came on, and I absolutely had to dance. Dragging Aiden by the hand, we would take to the dance floor. He held me as we swayed to these wonderful songs. It felt very comfortable and reassuring.

We eventually thought it best to return home while our ability to drive was in some proximity to the applicable legal standards. Once we returned, neither of us wanted our fun to end. So as not to wake our folks, we decided to go to the barn and continue our evening.

At no time in my life had the barn housed animals or served any agricultural functions. For me, it had served as a fortress, a clubhouse, a dance hall, a meeting place for high school friends and a private retreat. A pair of gas lanterns dimly – and with only flickering success – pushed back on the darkness of the night. Several blankets carpeted the floor. An old single-speaker radio crackled before emitting pleasant music in its unique trebelous way. It was early enough in the summer that the warmth of the day gently yielded to a touch of cool that carried with it the faint smell of clover and fresh earth. We had traded the clamor and excitement of the tavern for a secluded and intimate world.

At first, we occupied this new world with our former selves; loud, boisterous and easy to laugh. Imperceptibly, we acclimated to our new environs, our voices lowering, leaning into one another, the subjects of our conversation becoming less superficial and more personal.

It was Patsy Cline singing "Crazy" on the radio that was the catalyst for ending our conversation. Putting down my beer, and kicking off my shoes, I stood on the blankets in middle of the barn floor and implored Aiden to join me for a dance to my favorite song. He reluctantly removed his shoes and stood before me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my hips. We swayed, silently listening to the music. I could feel the warmth of his body shielding the encroaching coolness. I felt incredibly comfortable, safe and pleased to be spending this time with Aiden. I still had no conscious inkling of sexual desire, just wonderful contentment.

As the song came to an end, I released my hands from around his neck and stepped back. My foot slid into a depression in the earth that was hidden by a blanket. The unexpected drop combined with the beers I had consumed caused me to loose my balance and fall backwards. As I fell, I reached out and grabbed Aiden's arm. The support of his body prevented me from landing hard, but I had caught him off guard and in a poor position. As I landed flat on my back, I pulled Aiden down on top of me.

We both laughed uncontrollably at my clumsiness. He was pressed flat against me, his waist situated between my legs, my skirt pushed high up my thighs from bracing for his fall on top of me. 

It was the innocent and unexpected press of his body against my womanhood that awoke a desire in me. If I had been honest and more reflective, I would have recognized this desire long before that moment. But that sudden sensation against my most intimate spot washed over me like a flood, and I was unavoidably confronted with a forbidden desire.

Intensity can stretch a single instant of time and allow for a far greater volume of reflection than an ordinary measure of time would permit. Such a stretched instant occurred the moment the electrons transmitting the sensation between my legs registered in my mind. In that single instant, I became aware of a deep and forbidden desire to be pleasured sexually by my brother. Also within that same micro-moment was the realization of the wrongness of that desire and an understanding that to even contemplate acting on that desire would be so primal as to be an insult to my heretofore enlightened. I understood that this sudden desire jeopardized my place in society, in my family and in my own mind. 

The contact of his body that sent me into this spin was totally innocent. Nothing that had taken place up to that point that could be characterized as sexual. If I stopped right there, life as it had been would continue unchanged.

These thoughts were fully realized in that single instant of time and I fully recognized the correct, proper and only course of action I should take was to banish that sudden spark of desire back to the hidden reaches from which it came. I knew this. I knew this as my laughter stopped . . . as I held my lower lip between my teeth . . . I wantonly thrust my pelvis forward to maximize the touch and friction of his body against my pussy. 

The pleasure far exceeded my expectations. It was a like a bolt of pure ecstacy that shot through my body. My clit pressed into him and coarsely dragged against him throughout my thrust, like a match head sparking into flame when dragged across the lighting surface. A deep sigh forced my moistened lower lip from the grip of my teeth leaving my mouth slightly open. I had consciously crossed a forbidden threshold and engaged sexually with my brother. For better or worse, I would no longer be the same. I placed the satisfaction of a perverse need over all reason.

Aiden's laughter came to a stop. My arms circled him and held him tight to me. I thrust against him again unable to hold back the sigh of pleasure this produced. 

It was unmistakable to Aiden what I was doing. There is no room for misunderstanding when a woman starts humping her pussy against you. I am not certain what sort of stretched moment Aiden experienced or what internal debates of morality played out in his head. But in ordinary time, it was only the briefest of pauses before I felt him slightly shift in a way that lifted my skirt further and he pressed himself into my now very sensitive treasure covered only by a thin, silky layer of my panties.

He held himself hard into me as I continued to lewdly rub myself against him. I had lifted my legs slightly to fully expose my full womanhood to these sensations. My naked thighs pressed against his hips and held him in place. 

I felt him harden, A distinctive bulge grew beneath the denim of his jeans and aligned perfectly against the length of my pussy. I delightedly rubbed against this new-found fulcrum, As I pressed against it, my brother's cock, it slightly opened my lips and formed a trough. His hips began to move. Slowly at first, but soon I felt the wonderful sensation of the head of his hardness traveling the length of my channel. From base to clit and back again, each spot along the coarse aroused to peak sensitivity. 

I was lost and was reduced to the sole purpose of satisfying my desire. I wanted no more barriers and needed the touch of warm, pulsing flesh. Risking the breaking of the spell, I whispered, "I want to feel you". My voice was cracked and dry, my body prioritizing moisture to other areas of my body.

Though my words were vague, Aiden understood clearly what I wanted. In a swift move, he leaned his upper body against me, lifted his buttocks in the air, and used his hands to force his jeans and underwear down over his buttocks. When he returned to his prior position, it was Aiden's warm, hard cock that nestled in the trough of my folds. It was too much, I moaned out loud. He continued to rub his cock against me, pushing the material of my wet panties deeper into me. I held him tight, on the verge of a mind-melting orgasm. But my need was insatiable. 

"I want you to feel me", I moaned with a surprising level of desperation. 

Once again, Aiden was able to interpret the meaning of my sexual utterances. Swifter than last time, he leaned against me, lifted his pelvis and used his hand to move the crotch of my panties aside. He was as gentle as he was quick, a graceful movement that fully exposed his little sister's pussy to him, an act unimaginable two minutes ago.

He lowered his pelvis back down on me and for the first time I felt my wet lips mold around the hard heat of my brother's cock. It was magic. I felt like I was made of liquid down there. I coated and surrounded him with my moisture. He continued to rub against the trough of my opening. From base to clit and back again. 

It was on the return journey that I deviated the path. I am sure Aiden would have continued in this fashion for as long as it took to satisfy me without committing the ultimate taboo. But once again, my reason and morality were cast aside for my prurient need. As the head of his cock traced the exterior of my lips, I knew I needed to be filled by him. As he began retracing his path upwards, it took only the slightest lifting of my pelvis to redirect him inward. 

I was so wet and lubricated, the head slid into me without the need of any additional force. The feel was incredible. My body involuntarily convulsed. The place of penetration seemingly pulled the rest of my body towards it. My upper body flinched forward against his chest as my arms circled and tightened around him. My knees pulled back as my thighs held him to me. A moan that started in the tender flesh where his cockhead now pressed rushed upwards and escaped from my mouth.

Aiden held still and then began to retreat slightly, thinking that he had exceeded the license I gave him to my body. Feeling the slight retreat sent me in panic. I locked my feet together and rushed my hands to his buttocks to prevent his moving further back. I caught him at the very moment the head left my inner channel and was only enveloped by my outer lips. 

For a brief moment, time stood still. His mouth was near my ear, his warm breath hitting my in rapid pants. My own mouth, so near his ear, my lips lightly brushed against it. Caught in that hanging moment of uncertainty, I closed my eyes shut and whispered in his ear, "Please."

My word acted on Aiden like the breaking of a dam. He no longer resisted the downward force of my hands on his buttocks. On the contrary, I felt the strong gluteus muscles become taught as they worked to force his cock fully and deeply in me. In one long, pent-up thrust, I felt him push into me, each delightful length of him sliding into me seeking the deepest part of me it could reach. For the first time, my moan was accompanied by his. Feeling my brother's cock penetrating me is a moment I will never forget. It triggered a place of ecstacy in my mind that would be belittled to be called and orgasm. It was bliss and utter fulfillment of desire.

The moment also changed something in Aiden. Feeling his cock deep in his younger sister, he became far less gentle and more primal. He began thrusting into me with more and more desire. I encouraged him by whispering, "Yes" over and over. It was not so much sensual and romantic lovemaking. We mated on that barn floor. I was in ecstacy as he took me. Our tempo rose with urgency. 



His briefly retreating from me the one time was not going to be repeated. I held him tightly, eliminating any possibility of him pulling out while also signaling to him that I wanted (and needed) to accept him fully. With one long deep thrust, he held himself tight against me, my hands clutching his clinched butt cheeks. His cock began to spasm as it transferred his seed deep into my womb. We both cried out. Our torso's separated as we both arched backwards. Through my half closed eyelids I saw his head thrown back with his eyes closed while he continued to jet his cum into me in rapid spurts. It is an image and feel that is now embedded in me.

Having completed cumming, I saw the beast that had gripped my brother recede. His body slackened and his eyes opened. I look of concern came over his face as he looked down at me, the sister he had just ravaged. 

Once again, he made to retreat from me; but, I pulled him down to me. Held him tight. With him softening in me, I held him with deep love and comforted him by repeatedly whispering "thank you" until he drifted off to sleep.

I committed incest. I fucked my brother. Although I do not always consciously think about it, I feel its constant presence in my mind and it has become an undeniable part of me. It's the first time I had unprotect sex and the first time a man left his seed in me (thankfully, I did not get pregnant). To all outward appearances, I am a normal, intelligent, productive and honorable member of my community. But I know of my weakness to desire that lies just below the surface. At any sudden, stretched moment of time it can emerge to control me and reduce me to pure lust that recognizes no boundaries of decency.



My Confession



My name is Jillian. I am writing this confession at the command of my lovers. It is an embarrassing thing they are making me do but I have no choice. I must do this and so here I am and this is my confession. I only hope that if any of my friends recognize me that they will be forgiving.

I still live at home and attend college locally, so does my brother Alex. Living at home is not my first choice, I'd hoped to be able to go away and live in a dorm but this was what my family could afford. I always felt that I was a normal girl. I dated throughout high school and like boys. Yet, I have always wondered about women too. While I was never courageous enough to try anything with another woman I could not stop thinking about what it might be like. I was a virgin, never letting a date get any further then touching my tits and once letting a boy rub my pussy through my jeans. A lot of that has changed.

I have long brown hair, blue eyes and am five foot six inches tall. My body is well shaped, being tall and slender. My only disappointment was that I had smallish breasts. My bra size is a 34 with an A cup. 

It all began the week my parents left for a two-week trip to the coast. My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves something we were more then capable of doing, especially since mom and dad had left us plenty of food and money for emergencies. The day they left Alex had gone off saying he'd be in late and not to make dinner for him. I came home from my classes and after some studying I took a shower. Before eating dinner I watched a movie on Lifetime about two women who wanted to get married. While it was a typical TV movie the idea of two women fixated it my brain. I had an urge to see another woman's naked body. I knew my brother had some magazines hidden in his room and decided to snoop and see if I could find one.

Rummaging carefully through his drawers produced nothing so I ventured into his walk in closet to search further. Spying a box tucked into the back of the closet I found his cache of porn. Sitting there right next to the box I leafed through a few of the magazines looking at some very beautiful women, naked with legs spread and pussies glistening. My own pussy was twitching more and more as I stared at the photos. Some of the magazines were more revealing then the others and I found myself enjoying the more revealing shots. I did not hear my brother come in until he was in the room. I hid behind what I could and hoped he would leave so I could escape. When I heard him talk to someone I understood that he was not alone. When a female responded I was a bit surprised and listened to their conversation.

"I told you it would be OK. Jillian is probably out with a friend studying. We're alone."

"Alex, are you sure no one will come home. I don't want to be caught with you in your room."

"Amanda, it's fine. Jillian might stay out for the night we have plenty of time. Now come here."

It got quiet and I crept to the closet door that I'd left partly open and peeked out. I saw them standing near Alex's bed and they were in a deep embrace kissing one another. When I saw Alex's hand begin to pull Amanda's shirt up and then off, I got very interested. Depending on how far Amanda would let Alex go, I was very likely going to see at least some part of a naked woman in the flesh. I stayed glued to my peephole and watched with interest as Alex not only removed Amanda's top but managed to eliminate her bra as well.

Although she was mostly pressed against Alex I could see the swell of her breasts and they were so much bigger then mine. I felt my body reacting to the site of this topless girl. Putting my hand between my own legs I tried to relive the itch that developed. My eyes stayed on her naked tits and when she stepped back to allow Alex to work her jeans off I could see her nipples were erect and that her areole was large and a dark pink. My hand moved faster but it wasn't enough and I tried to loosen my own pants and get my hand inside. This required stealth so it went slowly and for a minute of so I had to leave my peeping spot to push my pants down freeing my pussy for my hands. On my knees again, my hand now working my naked pussy I looked back to see that Amanda was now only in her panties, lacy black ones that covered little. 

My pussy got very wet then and my hand moved faster. I even slid a couple of fingers inside but it all seemed not enough. When Alex knelt in front of Amanda and used his teeth to slide her tiny panties off I almost gasped. I reminded myself to stay quiet. Amanda now stood with her legs spread completely naked. She had shaved her mound completely. Alex had pushed his face between her naked thighs and I could just see his tongue sticking out and licking Amanda's bald cunt. She had put her hands on Alex's head and started to moan, as he seemed to be working his tongue in her pussy. I watched her ass clench from time to time and began to wish it were my face and not Alex's between her legs.

Amanda was gorgeous. She was shorter then I was and her hair was blonde and long. Her ass round her belly flat and her tits were big and soft. I wanted to put my lips on her nipples and feel then harden in my mouth. I wanted her and my hand worked my pussy as I continued to watch Alex have her.

He put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks apart letting me get a glimpse of what his tongue had been playing with. Her pussy was spread open and his tongue was sliding in and out of her like I knew his cock would later. When he slid his hand into her ass crack and slipped a finger into her asshole I felt an orgasm well up inside me and I worked to quell it lest I make too much noise. I watched his finger slide in and out of her ass and heard her say.

"Oh yes, Alex fuck my little asshole. Lick my pussy baby. Yes, like that. Oh yes."

Her words did not help me slow my own reactions and I moved my hand from my pussy hoping to keep my orgasm from cresting. I continued to watch and they soon changed position with Amanda now on her knees and Alex standing. I was further amazed when I saw his cock. It was pretty big and so fat I wondered how Amanda would be able to get it in her pussy. When I saw her try to take him in her mouth I swallowed hard, never before imaging something like that. It was something I'd heard of, and had been asked by many boyfriends to do, but not something that ever had appealed to me. Yet as I watched how Amanda took it in and how excited it made both her and Alex I began to wonder if it might not be a good thing.

She used her mouth on him for a while and during that time I was so engrossed in watching her that I'd stopped touching myself and was able to push off the orgasm that was about to rip through me. Alex pulled her from his cock and led her to the bed. She was on her hands and knees and Alex moved up behind her. He was going to fuck her and in this position I would see it all as her ass faced the closet. While I could not see Alex's cock slide in I could hear Amanda.

"Oh god Alex its so big. Slow please. Oh yes Alex more. Push it in Alex. Oh god yes."

It seemed as if Alex's belly was flat against Amanda's ass and I knew he'd managed to put all of his big fat cock into her. By her cries and moans I knew she loved it as he started slowly to move back and forth inside her. Soon he was moving much faster and Amanda's cries were louder as she begged him to go faster and harder, begged him to make her cum. I watched my brother's ass as he fucked her and I had to put my hand back between my legs, I had to. I could not stop rubbing my own clit and fingering myself while Alex fucked Amanda. I was confused about wanting to be the one to make her cum or being the one fucked and both scenarios made me hotter and hotter till my own orgasm sent me sprawling on the closet floor. Fortunately Amanda was screaming how she was cuming and I thought I went unnoticed. I crept back to my peephole and saw my brother's ass jerking into Amada and I assumed he was cuming too.

They collapsed onto the bed and rested for sometime and I was stuck in the closet with nothing to do but think about all that I had seen. When they got up and Amanda said she had to get home, they dressed and Alex took her out. I quickly pulled my pants back up and left the closet. In my own room I decided I needed to be out when Alex returned, so he would assume he was right that I'd been out this whole time. Slipping on my shoes I left through the back door and went to a convenience store to buy a soda and some chips. I found a spot where I could see Alex when he got back. I watched as he came home and went inside then waited a bit and went in as well.

"Alex, are you home? It's just me Jillian."

Alex walked out of the kitchen and looked at me strangely. Eventually he said.

"So tell me Jillian what did you enjoy more. Seeing your brother naked or seeing Amanda naked?"

Stunned by his question I stammered.

"Whaaat?"

"Oh come on Jillian I saw you in the closet. What were you doing there in the first place looking form my porn stash again?"

"Porn? I don't know what you are talking about."

I tried to show some anger at him but he saw through it.

"Jills, I've known for a while that you've been looking for my porn stash. I decided since the parentals were gone to leave them where you could find them."

"You're crazy I've been out all night."

"Oh Sis! Come on in to the living room for a minute."

I followed him in and he turned on the TV and then the DVD player. I saw his closet then I saw myself walking, searching, then sifting through the porn.

"Ok enough. Please stop the movie. So you planted a camera in your closet?"

Letting the DVD play on I watched as I saw myself crawling to the door and knew what was coming.

"Please Alex stop the DVD."

"No, Sis. We will both watch. Sit down and watch."

I did and it was embarrassing but I kept quiet until I remembered I would soon be lowering my pants and I tried to go and turn off the TV but Alex was quicker and he grabbed me and held me in his lap with his arms around me.

"Something you don't want me to see Jillian?"

"Please Alex don't make me do this. Please turn it off."

"No Jillian I think we both need to watch this."

I sat on his lap and watched in utter embarrassment as I took my pants down and started to twiddle my pussy. The camera was not the best but there was no hiding what I was doing. I cringed as I watched when I rolled over in orgasm. However, when I felt Alex's cock hardening under my ass I knew he was enjoying everything he saw.

"Well Jillian. Tell me the truth. All of my porn shows women, what turned you on tonight me or Amanda?"

I shut my mouth and adjusted myself in Alex's lap. That was a mistake as his hard cock was now pressed into my ass crack and making me wet. I didn't know what to say to his question so I said.

"I don't know Alex. I admit I went into your room to see pictures of women and yes I have some attraction to women. Not that I have ever done anything about it other then look at pictures. When you stripped Amanda I was in heaven but although it exited me a lot I didn't get really turned on till you fucked her."

"So tell me sis, do you want to get together with Amanda?"

"Well yes I think I do but no I can't. I'm still not sure it's really what I'd like."

"Ok fair enough. In the future just ask me and I'll give you the porn and no more hiding in my closet. OK?"

I kissed Alex on the cheek and got up saying.

"Sorry bro. I promise not to pry into your stuff ever again. Good night."

I climbed the stairs to my room with mixed emotions. I wondered how I could be excited about seeing my brother naked and having his cock get hard while I was on his lap. I was also thinking about Amanda and how her ass looked when Alex slipped his finger in her ass and aimlessly wandered into my room shutting the door and turning the light on at the same time. When I saw Amanda standing in my room, naked and grinning I panicked and froze. I starred at her tits and even as she advanced toward me I could not move. She reached out for me and slipped my top off then unsnapped by bra freeing my tiny tits and still I was frozen.

"Pleaseeeeee, no!"

Came from somewhere deep inside me but it wasn't convincing and it was without meaning. As Amanda lowered my pants and panties leaving me naked I absently lifted my feet to allow the clothes to fall to the floor. She leaned in and kissed me and finally I moved. I leaned into her and kissed her hard, snaking my tongue into her mouth and touching hers.

"I can't do this!"

I said. It was said meekly and I knew when I said it that I didn't mean it and I kissed her again before she said.

"Your very pretty Jillian. Come to bed with me."

She pulled me along to the bed and we lay next to one another kissing. At some point I let my hands roam and find her large tits. They were so soft and warm and I kneaded them and pulled on her nipples as we continued to kiss. I let my hand drift down till I felt her mound, shaven clean and soft and inched my finger down further till I felt the wet moist tender folds of her pussy. It felt hot and soft and my fingers explored further sliding into her and feeling the heat of her sex. Amanda was not idle either and she caressed and teased my small tits before letting her own fingers find my wet center. Our kisses never stopped and only intensified as our hands got to know each other's cunts.

I was impatient and broke my lips from hers and moved to her delicious tits sucking first one then the other pulling her nipples with my teeth and loving the rough feel of her nipple and the pillow like texture of her tit. Gathering my courage I went down her belly dragging my tongue and licking every inch of the trail to her sex. I wanted to love her whole body and by passed her steaming cunt going right to her foot and sucking every one of her toes like I would have sucked Alex's cock. Licking her instep and then her ankle I worked my way up the insides of her legs tasting every inch of her creamy while skin. I wanted to taste her pussy but I needed to take my time.

Stopping and enjoying the very soft and tender skin behind her knees I heard her giggle a bit as my actions tickled her a bit. Not wanting the ruin the mood I moved up and softly kissed her inner thighs then let out a slow soft long breath on her exposed and gaping puss. I took another moment to just stare at her sex, examining her labia folded open to reveal the dark pink center of her cunt. Her clit was swollen already and poking out at me. It made me smile so I leaned in and gently kissed it. Then I was lost as my tongue flashed from my mouth to taste her. It was better then I had ever thought it could be, even having tasted my own cunt after masturbating this was so much more intense. I let my tongue penetrate her and bring her juices to my mouth and swallowed her sweet nectar.

I found myself wanting to be everywhere at once and my tongue dashed from her clit to her hole and along her labia licking and sucking and now and again biting gently. Amanda was making the same moans and groans she had made when Alex had fucked her with his cock and it made me feel confident that I was making her happy. I found it harder and harder to stay centered as her hips started to gyrate at my touch and used my hands to grab her ass and hold on. Recalling how Alex had fingered her asshole I moved a hand so I could use my fingers to do the same. Finding her asshole pulsing Amanda jumped a bit when my fingers rimmed her asshole. I was still sucking and licking her cunt as first one then a second finger parted her back door and Amanda screeched.

"Oh Jillian you're making me cum."

Juices flowed from her cunt and I tried so hard no to lose any of the delicious fluids streaming from her pussy and my fingers were moving in and out of her ass faster now and my own cunt was starting to spasm too. Suddenly Amanda pulled me around and planted her face between my legs and savagely attacked my already wet and ready pussy. I wrapped my legs around her head as she forced more and more of her face into my cunt and let my hips rock into her as well. I added a third finger to her ass and she took it with ease. I felt my ass cheeks being spread and when Amanda slid her finger in my ass I came hard. I felt my own juices flowing out and her tongue attacking my clit as she pummeled my ass with her finger.

We both slowed our movements as our orgasms mellowed but did not stop. I pulled my fingers from her ass and kissed and licked her pussy tenderly as she did mine. For a long time I lingered hesitant to leave this tasty cunt. Amanda must have felt the same thing as she too kissed and gently licked me. I was in heaven and cursed myself for not having the courage to do this before. Finally we both tired and left our tender and sore cunts to rest as we moved to face one another. I smiled at her and she returned it with a kiss. Wrapping our arms around each other we shared our mouths and tongues letting out tits press into one another. I was so happy and so was Amanda.

"So ladies I enjoyed that very much."

I jumped at hearing Alex's voice in my room and made a feeble attempt to cover my naked tits and close my legs trying to shield my wet pussy. I looked at him standing naked in the open doorway and his cock so hard and big. I guessed he wanted Amanda and moved to the side to let him have her. I was surprised when he came to my side of the bed and let his cock hang in front of my face.

"I know you want this too Jillian, do you want to taste me first or after?"

I had not thought about this and the idea of fucking my brother. All I knew at that moment was that I was not repulsed by the idea no matter what I had previously thought about incest. I was riding the high of eating and being eaten by Amanda and that big cock looked good to me. I only nodded and opened my mouth then lifted my head towards his cock. I reached out with my tongue to taste him and licked the head of his tool then let it slide in my mouth. I sucked my brother's cock while his girlfriend and my lover looked on. The whole scene shocked me and excited me at the same time and I tried to force myself to take all of Alex into my mouth. I gagged as he went in too far and backed off but as soon as I stopped I slid him back in. I took him deeper this time and gagged again but I was persistent and kept taking him deeper and deeper till the gagging stopped. Amanda was now sucking on my tit and fingering my pussy. So many sensations, the sweet taste of Alex's cock filled my mouth and my pussy was responding to Amanda's soft caress. When Alex pulled his cock from my mouth I complained.

"Please Alex. I want your cock back in my mouth, just for another moment."

He said nothing but grinned and moved between my legs. Amanda had spread my pussy open with her fingers and Alex lined his cock up to my virgin cunt and rested it at the mouth of my sex.

"I'm still a virgin Alex. Please be my first?"

Gently he slid his cock into my wet pussy. Amanda had moved her attention to my nipples kissing and sucking them as more and more of my brother's cock filled me. He seemed to come to a stop and I knew that it was only temporary and that he would soon rip through my virginal pussy and make me a woman. I gasped as he lunged forward just as Amanda bit into my nipple and the combined pains took my breath away. Alex pushed all the way in and then stopped to allow me time to adjust. Amanda was now softly kissing my once bitten nipple and I found myself anxious for Alex to move his cock again. I wanted to feel him sliding in and out of me.

"Please Alex! Fuck your sister?"

Reminding him that I was his sister seemed to turn him on even more and he slid his fat cock almost all the way out and then slowly all the way back in. Never stopping he continued to move in and out of me with ever increasing speed. I was quickly finding out how much I loved having my pussy stuffed with cock and my body was responding by flexing my hips up into Alex as he was now slamming his cock home in my ever-wetter pussy.




My Confession



"Oh! OH Yes! Fuck me Alex, fill your sister's cunt with your cock."

I'd never imagined myself using language like that but at that time with his cock making my pussy spasm in pleasure I used it to beg him. I was the girl who spurned my boyfriends advances, never letting anyone even touch my naked pussy and now I was using such language to please my brother as his cock sent me to orgasm.

"Look at your sister Alex! She's orgasming on your cock. She is cuming for you Alex. Your slut sister is cuming on her own brother's cock."

Amanda's words only made me hotter and I grabbed my brother's ass and pulled him to me forcing his cock even deeper in my puss. I felt my pussy closing in on his cock trying to keep it in me when his cock jerked inside me. I felt something warm spraying the inside of my pussy and quickly realized my brother had planted his cum in my pussy. That knowledge and the wonderful feeling of that sticky fluid filling me sent my own orgasm reeling on. Amanda leaned in and kissed me filling my mouth with her tongue and fondling my tits at the same time. When Alex pulled out I felt empty.

"Well sis, tell me. Are you pleased with Amanda?"

"Oh, yes, she is everything I ever dreamed of Alex. I am so glad you set this up for me."

"Are you sorry that you gave me your cherry. That your brother just fucked you?"

"No, Alex. I came so hard with you in me. I feel a little confused and maybe scared by having fucked my own brother but I think I would want to do it again."

Amanda and Alex took me in their arms and hugged me then left me alone and went to his room. I spent a long time reviewing all that has happened to me that night and even masturbated myself to sleep. It wasn't until the next morning that I learned just how much this night would change my life.

I awoke happy and a bit sore. I was still pleased that I had finally had sex with a woman. As I felt my sore no longer virgin pussy I wondered just a little about the social implications of incest. Foolishly I figured Alex would be just as concerned. Sipping a cup of hot tea, seated at the table in only my robe I was startled to see Amanda descending the stairs completely naked. Well not completely naked, she was wearing a see through nightgown. She carried my brother's laptop and set it in front of me before pulling a chair close and sitting right next to me. Without a word she leaned over and kissed me deeply letting her tongue explore my mouth. She slid her hand inside my robe and caressed one of my tits and I felt my pussy waking up. She ended the kiss and then hit a button on the computer. I watched as an image formed of me, naked and licking her pussy. Stunned I watched as the entire scene from last night unfolded in front of me. I wasn't till the end of the video as Alex was withdrawing his cock from my pussy and his cum was dripping from my gaping cunt that I realized that both Amanda and Alex's faces had been edited out of the movie.

"So you see my little slut all your slutty actions have been captured here and I can just hit a button and this will be posted on line for the world to see. Would you like that my little slut?"

"Amanda! No please? You wouldn't do that to Alex and I."

"Oh I didn't see Alex is he in this video?"

"You know it was him. You were in it too."

"OH but I didn't see either of us. Let's watch it again slut."

She replayed the video and sure enough it was them but there was no way to prove it. All you could see was my face. Jillian sucking cock and pussy and then being fucked. I looked at Amanda and said.

"Why? What do you want from me?"

"Why my little slut just that. I want you to be my slut, and Alex's too. You will do what we say when we say it or this little show of yours will find its way to the internet. Do you think any of your little friends would be smart enough to find it?"

Just then Alex came in with a big smile on his face. He looked at me and said.

"Well sis, I see you and Amanda are still close. I think you are really going to like being our slut. Now why don't you get used to your status and remove your robe. We like our slut naked, don't we Amanda."

"Of course we do, we want to see her little bitty tits and hairy pussy all the time. What do you think Alex, should we clean up that pussy or just leave it?"

"You know I love a bald pussy and so do you. Let's go and shave our little slut's cunt then have some fun with her."

I froze as my robe was torn from my body leaving me naked. When Amanda took my arm and pulled me I meekly followed her to the bathroom. Forced to sit on the toilet she got a razor and towels and began to shave my cunt bare. She forced me to lift my legs and shaved the crack of my ass removing any and all hair she found. Once I was done she had me get on my hands and knees and put my head on the floor. She busied herself at the sink with something and then I felt her hands on my ass. I felt her trying to put something up my ass and I turned my head to look.

She slapped my ass and said.

"A good slut stays put. Don't make me spank you yet. Later you will see how exciting that can be."

I buried my head under my arms as she pushed something into my ass. Then she did something else and I felt my ass filling with something warm, almost hot and I gulped. 

"I want your ass clean for Alex. He wants your virgin asshole this morning slut."

I recalled the feeling now. I had not had an enema since I was a child and my mom gave me one when I was sick. I hated it then and I did not like it now but the thought of the video of me being made public scared me even more. I did not even digest the fact that Alex was going to fuck me in the ass or how much that might hurt. I was feeling only my ass filling with the water and as it continued and the pain mounted I wondered how much she was putting in me. I was breathing hard to try to ease the discomfort of the enema when she finally pulled the tube out.

"Now hold if for me slut. I don't think you want to be cleaning up this mess too."

I stayed that was clenching my ass cheeks together to hold back the water threatening to erupt from my ass. It was getting harder and harder and I felt like I would soon let go when she slapped my ass and told me to expel. I jumped to the toilet and made it in time. Amanda repeated this three times making sure that my asshole was clean for Alex.

Then she put me in the shower stripped off her own nightgown and joined me. She cleaned me, washing me everywhere paying lots of attention to my pussy and asshole. Then she led us out and dried both of us off. Kissing me all over my naked clean body while I stood and just accepted the attention she then led me to my own bedroom and put me on the bed.

"Spread your legs slut, Alex is on the way."

I did as I was told only now beginning to focus on what was now going to happen. I watched as Amanda took Alex's cock into her mouth and sucked him till he was rock hard then she let him climb between my spread legs. She then climbed up and lowered her pussy to my face. I shouted out before her cunt covered my mouth.

"Please Alex don't do this to me."

Then my mouth was smothered under her wet pussy. She slid her ass back and forth a few time soaking my face with her juices then said.

"You'd best eat me slut and make me happy."

Reluctantly I did as she commanded, losing touch for a minute as she leaned forward and grabbed my ankles. As she sat back down on my face she lifted and further spread my legs, opening up my ass for Alex. I was licking her cunt as I felt Alex's cock pressed against my virgin asshole. I was sore from the enemas but not as sore as I knew I would be soon. The pressure of his cock splitting my ass open forced me to scream. Amanda jerked as the volume of my screams filled her cunt and only excited her more. She was squirming on my face as Alex's cock pushed past my resistant sphincter and buried in my ass.

I screamed in Amanda's cunt as Alex pumped his cock into my ass. When the pain eased and I stopped screaming Amanda put her hand on my pussy and played with my clit awakening my sexual needs. I began to enjoy Alex's cock piercing my ass and sucked Amanda's pussy with passion as my own passion had been ignited. When Amanda climbed off my face I was able to look down and see my brother's cock as it pumped into me. I was fascinated to watch him fuck me and did not immediately notice when Amanda returned. I felt her hand wrap itself in my hair and then screamed when she pulled my head to the side. I was shocked to see she had strapped on a cock. I'd seen pictures of this but never had I seen one so large and fat. She was forcing it towards my mouth and I opened as wide as I could; allowing her to put the plastic cock in my mouth.

I did as best as I could keeping that fat plastic cock in my mouth and sucking it like she demanded. When Alex's cock erupted in my ass I came with him and let Amanda's cock fall from my lips as I mumbled nonsense words with my orgasm. When Alex pulled out I again had that empty feeling but it was short lived as Amanda had already taken Alex's place and was busy forcing her monster cock in my ass. Even having been stretched open by Alex the pain and pressure was tremendous and I opened my mouth to beg her to stop but before I could say anything Alex had put his soiled semi erect cock in my mouth and I was forced to taste his cum and my own ass as I swallowed and cleaned his cock.

Amanda had managed to get most of her fat long cock in my ass and was riding me hard. The pain had eased almost immediately but the pressure felt like my ass was soon going to split in half. I did not see Alex taking pictures with his digital camera but he was snapping shot after shot of Amanda fucking my ass with her cock, her hands wrapped around from behind twisting and pulling my nipples with each thrust. I was blind to everything else and concentrated on riding the orgasm of my life. I was so engrossed in my own cum, that it was minutes before I realized that Amanda had pulled her cock from my ass and slipped it into my mouth. 

I must have passed out. I remember only feeling a dull pain in my shoulders and hips and when I looked I saw that I had been tied to my headboard, my left arm and ankle to one post and my right arm and ankle to the other, my ass and pussy wide open. The room was empty but I could hear either Amanda or Alex or both nearby. I tilted my head up and saw that my pussy had been shaved bald and I felt my cunt spasm at the beauty of my bare mound. I was smiling as Amanda and Alex walked in.

I started to speak but Alex over road my voice and said. 

"Slut, you do not speak unless given permission. Amanda is now going to secure your cunt for us. Try to stay still, we would not want to do any unnecessary damage."

I shivered in both fear and anticipation as Amanda, still naked and so beautiful sat in front of my gaping pussy and used her fingers to slowly touch and caress my labia. Then she said.

"Slut, I am going to pierce your labia and insert a chain. I am rubbing on some surface numbing cream but it will not eliminate all the pain. I want you to feel this slut. Everything is sterile and as long as you do not wriggle we should be done in a few minutes."

Evidently her fingers had been rubbing the cream on my labia and soon I felt a sharp bite and I screamed. Alex came over and put a rubber ball gag in my mouth, strapping it around my head to secure it. I could feel Amanda pulling in the area of that bite and then soon another bite on the other side caused me to scream into the ball gag. Knowing that the gag was muffling my cries turned me on and I could feel my cunt dampening as Amanda made two more bites. Then she worked pulling at my labia and when she was finished she held up a mirror for me to see. Four small chains were now hung from my labia and were gathered in the middle where a small padlock had been placed, securing all four chains and closing my cunt.

"You'll be able to pee, slut but no cock will enter you without the lock being removed. I have one key and Alex the other."

Amanda slipped a silver necklace over the head and hanging down between her tits was a small key. Alex slipped a similar necklace over his head then tucked the key inside his shirt.

"You belong to us and will obey the both of us. You are our slut and your only mission is to serve us, to do whatever we say and never to question. Do you understand, slut?"

I nodded my head and received a slap across the face as Alex said.

"Tell us slut. Tell us what you are and what your purpose is?"

I hesitated for just a moment then in words I never thought I'd use I said.

"I am nothing Sir and Madam. I am your slut, your slave and I am here to serve you and meet whatever sexual or manual needs you may have. My cunt is locked for your convenience and I humbly thank you Alex and Amanda for allowing me the honor to serve you."

It had been a year since that fateful night and I have never regretted a moment of my time since then. I ride my brother's cock at his command, suck his cum and do the same for Amanda. My cunt and asshole are regularly plowed and I love being treated as a slut. It is difficult to act normal in front of friends and family but I do it well because this pleases my master and mistress. I no longer wear panties and if I am not in a skit or dress then the slack I wear open easily at my crotch to allow my cunt and ass to be available at all times.

When Alex moved out to live with Amanda I went along, to help with the rent as I told my parents, but really to remain easily available to them day and night. I am kept naked in out home and do all the housework, laundry and cooking often with one of them shoving their cock or tongue in me as I work. I sleep on the floor at the foot of their bed in case I am needed.

This is my confession and so I must confess that I have also permitted my Masters to publish all the video and photos of me on our own website, my contribution to the family income. Lastly, I must confess that I am now positive that I carry my brother's child and we will tell everyone it is Amanda's. I love this life, constant and demanding sex, debased at every turn and in an almost constant state of orgasm. I am a slut, I am my brother's slut and I am Amanda's slut but in reality I am my own slut and I love it.

Amanda the Slut



My Confession



I'm a happily married man and I don't consider myself gay. I guess I am bisexual, but I don't find men attractive physically. I do crave sex with men though. 

When I was younger and sexually frustrated I was seeing a girl who would get me worked up then not follow through. 

One night I was walking home from her place and, needing to relieve myself, went into a public toilet. The lights were out but I could see there was a man in there, quite old, at the urinals, and as I took a piss I could see he was masturbating. I finished pissing but stood there playing with my cock watching him. 

When he saw I was looking at him he stood back from the urinal and showed me his hard cock and waved it at me. Stupidly I asked "Are you gay?" He laughed quietly and walked up to me and took hold of my cock which was now quite hard, and took my hand and put it on his cock. It was hot and hard, gnarly, with all the veins swollen, and felt very different to my smooth cock. 

Then he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down. I knew what he wanted and was excited at the thought of having his cock in my mouth. I knelt in front of him and he held my head and thrust gently in and out of my mouth until he came, which I swallowed. 

I was jerking off as I did it and came right after he did. 

He left and I tidied myself up and went outside. He was waiting, sat on a bench nearby. As I approached he stood up and told me he lived around the corner and I should go with him, which I did. We walked in silence, we didn't even exchange names. 

He took me into a squalid looking bedsit and once we were inside he pressed me against the wall and kissed me, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I was kind of grossed out by this, he smelled of sweat and tobacco and beer and he needed a shave, but it excited me too. He undressed me completely and made me lie on the bed while he undressed. he was in his mid 50s, a bit flabby and very hairy all over. Again I was grossed out but excited too. 

He got me to suck him again until he was hard. I was hoping he would suck me too, but it didn't happen. I had no real idea what was going to happen and then he made me lay face down on the bed. I was trembling all over with excitement. He parted my legs and knelt between them, then pulled the cheeks of my arse apart. The next thing I knew his tongue was there, pushing into my bum hole and licking all around. That was intense. 

Then he got a jar from the bedside table and pushed a slippery finger up my anus which I loved. After a couple of minutes of this he stopped, lowered himself onto me and started kissing my neck. His cock was throbbing between my buttocks, sliding up and down the crack. I still didn't know what was to come, I assumed this was how gay guys got off. 

Then he adjusted his position and put a hand down there to guide himself. I felt the head of his cock press against my bum hole and thought "No way!" He increased the pressure and it started to really hurt and I told him to stop but he said relax, you'll love it. 

Then I felt the helmet almost pop inside me and the pain reduced. it still hurt but now it was less, a stinging sensation where I was stretching to accommodate him. He started working it in and out of me, going a little deeper every time until I could feel his pubic hair pressed against my buttocks and the whole of his cock probing my rectum. He rested the whole of his weight on my back and grabbed my slim hips so he could pull himself even deeper inside me. He rested there for a minute then started to thrust in and out, gently at first but getting harder and faster as he got more excited. I was still feeling pain but was also loving the feeling of his cock right inside me and the thought of him fucking me like I was a girl. 

He came deep inside me. After he wiped my rear with a paper towel and cleaned himself down. Once it was over I felt bizarre emotions. I felt dirty and degraded, humiliated and used. Now that passion was over I saw him as a pretty gross old guy and to be honest I couldn't get dressed and leave fast enough. I enjoyed those feelings, perversely, and masturbated thinking about him using me when I got home. And from then on I visited that toilet and many others regularly. A few months later I met an older dominant man who liked watching others fuck me and took me to a whole new level.



My Confession



All of a sudden, I felt Kevin's lips gently touch mine. I should have stopped him, pushed him away, but I hadn't felt this loved for a long time, and didn't want the feeling to end, so I let him kiss me. Over and over he pressed his lips against mine, his kisses getting stronger and more confident each time. I was too lost in my altered state of mind to consider the implications of what were doing; all I knew was that this man desired me and that it was turning me on. I began kissing him back, and could feel the need in me growing. Our kiss unbroken Kevin suddenly picked me up in his arms. I felt like I was in a dream as I continued kissing him deeply and felt Kevin carrying me up the stairs.

Kevin took me into my bedroom and lay me on the bed. I felt my dress come off and my panties pulled down. He then got on top of me and I felt him enter me. Unfortunately, though his efforts were great he lacked experience. His movements showed he was unsure of himself, like a newborn calf testing its legs to walk. After a few minutes I felt him come. There was a look on his face - fear, puzzlement, embarrassment. We hadn't spoken while it happened and when it ended he left and went to his room. I was unclear what to do next. I had just had sex with my son. I didn't know how I was going to deal with that but there were other thoughts ringing much louder in my mind. One was that I needed to make sure Kevin didn't think he had raped me. That was probably the reason he had that look on his face and had left so abruptly. The other thing I couldn't get out of my mind was that I was still very much aroused. Some fantasies are more exciting in theory than in reality and some fantasies (like mine) aren't supposed to be acted upon at all. But now that mine had happened and hadn't lived up to what I had counted on a raw passion stirred inside me. We had already crossed the line; that couldn't be undone. I was still worked up from the emotional rollercoaster of the entire evening, and maybe I wasn't thinking straight, but I couldn't allow this resolution to what had happened. I couldn't cross this line without actually finishing. I put on my robe and walked to Kevin's room.

When I reached his door and extended my arm to turn the knob I saw my hand was trembling. Part of me was afraid, and part of me was certainly nervous. But I felt excited too, and that kept me going. I entered the room and closed the door. The moon was full, its pale light shining through a window into the room. Kevin lay under the covers, his eyes peering at me in horror.

He faintly whispered, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did such a terrible thing to you."

I spoke comfortingly, choosing my words carefully. Eventually, I put Kevin at ease, and he was able to speak freely. He admitted that although he hadn't intended for anything to happen he had been attracted to me for years and when the moment had arrived, couldn't help himself from going forward. Again, I saw an opportunity to get out of this situation with relative safety, but with a lump in my throat, I went forward. I confessed to Kevin that I found him attractive too and was turned on by the idea of something happening between us.

"You mean you ... liked what we did?" Kevin asked perplexed.

I tried my best to protect his ego. "Not exactly the way we did it, honey."

"What did I do wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just that when you're still learning its better for the other person to take the lead," I said.

"I'd like to learn," Kevin said slightly blushing, his innocence making him appear even more desirable.

"My way?" I asked. He nodded 'yes'. I leisurely pulled at the belt of my robe and sensuously let it slip off my shoulders to the ground. I paused there, the moonlight illuminating my nudity. My son's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight before him. I saw his hungry eyes roam over my supple shoulders, linger on my full bosom, move down my flat tummy and rest upon the dark triangle between my firm thighs.

"God, you're so beautiful Mom," Kevin said in awe.

I moved to the bed and pulled away the covers. Kevin slept in the nude, so I was rewarded with his athletic body immediately. "So are you, honey," I answered, sitting next to his prone body. His chest was superb, firm with taut, rippling muscles. I lightly stroked it with my hand, smiling down at Kevin to show him I liked the way it felt. Even from our previous, lackluster encounter I knew his cock was impressive, and my ministrations on Kevin's chest were already causing it to fill with blood. I kept eye contact with my son, but occaisionally stole glances at it, the extraordinary shaft causing my pussy to stir. Kevin's breathing was already getting quicker before I ran my hand down his chest, through the mat of his black, curly pubic hair and gently cupped his sac. After enjoying its feel I moved my hand up to grasp his now-rigid pole. It must have been eight inches long; not much more than Brad, but unlike my husband Kevin was incredibly thick. It was hard as an iron bar but soft as velvet, and I absolutely loved the way it felt in my hand as I pumped it for him.

"Oh god Mom, I'm there, I'm going to come," Kevin said, his voice full of ecstasy. "Yes baby, let it out, let me see you come," I said anxiously. I wanted to see it happen so badly my hand was a blur as it slid up and down his dick. His hips were writhing on the bed, instinctively trying to fuck my hand until he tensed and let out a loud groan. Kevin's semen poured out of his penis, the white cream flowing down and over my hand like champagne from a shaken bottle. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

I got into bed with Kevin and lay on top of him, molding my hot flesh into his. We kissed passionately, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Kevin was a little more confident now, his strong hands exploring my body until they contently squeezed my ass. We continued pleasuring each other like this until I knew I had to feel Kevin's big dick inside me. I broke our kiss and moved over him, straddling his masculine hips with my sensuous curves. I could see the lust in his eyes, I knew he was ready for me. I reached down and held his erection, then carefully lowered myself onto it. As I told you before his cock was beautifully thick, and my sopping pussy stretched around it to accommodate its size. Overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled with this massive prong, I rocked back and forth, moaning to Kevin how great it felt. Since Kevin had already come twice before his stamina was not a problem, and he licked and sucked my breasts as I rode him to an explosive climax.

We were mother and son, but that night, we were also man and woman, and the sex was beautiful, sensual and wonderfully intense. We made love until the wee hours of the morning, our urgent desires pushing us into a blissful frenzy. My son got to openly explore his sexuality with the woman he trusted the most, and I felt like I was watching my boy become a man. But it was an awakening experience for me too. I never had the courage to tell anyone of my incest fantasies before, and now I was living them out. I was able to confront those feelings head-on and savor them, unashamedly telling my son of my wanton desires for him while in the throws of passion. It was a very liberating experience, and that first time with him was something I'll never forget. Finally, in the early morning we were too exhausted to continue, and fell asleep, our nude bodies lovingly entwined.

When I woke up Kevin was not lying next to me. Over the years I'd had a couple of dreams about my son and I having sex and for a moment I thought last night hadn't happened. As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight coming through the window, however, I realized I was lying in Kevin's bed, and felt the evidence of our lovemaking on the linen sheets. I got out of bed and put my robe back on and headed downstairs, not sure what to expect. I then remembered that Kevin likes to jog first thing after he wakes up, and so I sat at the table waiting for him to return, still not sure what I would tell him. I was torn between my feelings of guilt and my desires. I didn't know if last night was going to be a crazy aberration or beginning of an affair. Were we mother and son, impassioned lovers, or both? I knew our relationship had changed permanently. I'd always loved Kevin, I loved him before he was born, but now I saw him in a different light. He reminded me so much of Brad at that age; even his appearance bore a striking resemblance to his father. Brad was so passionate when we first met, being with Kevin last night reminded me how wonderful those days had been. Maybe that's what had made me get so carried away with Kevin last night. Or maybe being so terribly jilted by my husband caused me to seek shelter in the arms of another man, and being so distressed I was even willing to share a bed with my own son. I didn't know what to think; I was so confused.

When Kevin returned he greeted me with a smile that helped calm me a bit. I looked into his brilliant blue eyes and smiled back. I took in his firm, handsome face and taut physique and then I knew why I had succumbed to Kevin's advances. It wasn't about Brad, it was about Kevin. Kevin was a sexy young man; with a young man's needs and a young man's desires. He wanted me, and I for the first time I was sure I wanted him too. Kevin usually showered after his morning jog, but I told him to wait, as I wanted to take a bath first. I watched his look of defeat as I went to draw my bath. I knew how much he dislikes waiting, but there was more to his downcast expression than that. He was probably also unsure about what direction our relationship was heading. I watched him for a few moments, studying his troubled silence. When my bath was ready, I went back to Kevin, gave him a warm smile, and told him there was more than enough room in the tub for both of us. His gorgeous eyes lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Kevin walked with me to the bathroom, telling me that sharing my morning bath with me was something he'd been dreaming of since he was a child. I playfully told him that I didn't want to share my bath with a child, but that I was more than happy to share it with a man.

Brad didn't come home from his trip for a week, and Kevin and I made love in my bed every night until my husband returned. After that we were much more careful, but our affair continued. Luckily Brad is a sound sleeper, and so I took the chance of occasionally slipping out of bed at night and surprising Kevin in his room for a late night rendezvous. We continued like this until Kevin left for college in the fall. I still drive up to see him most weekends to be together. No one knows I'm his mother, so I don't worry about being amorous with him in public. 

And I certainly enjoy the wild sexual encounters we've shared. Kevin's become a fantastic lover, and I admit I can't get enough of him. As I said at the beginning of this letter, I feel somewhat guilty for what I'm doing, but those feelings fade away when I'm with Kevin. This may have all started as a fantasy, but let me assure you those fantasies I had years ago pale in comparison to the real thing.



My Confessions



These are some of the times that I've exposed myself to others and some of the times when my husband did me and himself a favor by exposing me since I was a little beyond helping myself, if you all know what I mean. Don't mis-understand, I'm not an alcoholic by any means, but I like to party sometimes, and when I party.... I Party!!

Confession 1 - The Flight: My husband and I were on our way back from visiting Ixtapa, Mexico. We boarded our plane and in the seat next to me was a Mexican gentleman that looked like he could use some entertainment. It was the middle of summer and I was wearing a summer dress that came to about 4 inches above my knees. Beneath I'd worn a pair of blue g-strings with a matching top that I'd bought at Victoria's Secret. We soon got under way for the 4-hour flight and I decided that I'd have some fun.

I excused myself and went to the ladies room as soon as the seat belt light went out, and when I came out my panties were stashed away in my purse. I then waited for the stewardess to make her way up the isle with drink offers and after she passed us I did a nice stretch, turned my back to my neighbor, pulled my feet up on my chair in a fetal position, and laid my head on hubby's shoulder. I nuzzled him a little bit and then feigning sleep I pretended to doze off. I could barely see my neighbor's reflection behind me in the plane's window. He was engaged in an in-flight magazine so I went to my task at hand.

My right hand was in my lap gripping the material of my dress, and I made a move as if adjusting myself and at the same time I pulled on the dress raising it a few inches. It was now riding my upper thigh and with a couple of well-timed adjustments I knew I'd have it in just the right place. The second opportunity came when I felt my neighbor get out of his chair and I saw him head for the bathroom.

By the time he came back to his seat my dress was raised to exactly where I wanted it. My dress was now raised to the same level where the legs meet and pleasure starts. In the position that I was curled up in, the bend in my body exposed my pussy to the man behind me. In his reflection I saw him adjust himself so that he faced me slightly without being too obvious and he raised the magazine again, seemingly reading from it. It was a little too high and I suddenly realized that he was looking at me beneath the magazine. This thrilled me because I'd thought that I didn't get his attention at first, but now I was having fun.

I shifted my left leg a little higher on the seat and this opened me up a little more. It also made me look like I was really asleep. I'm sure he thought he'd hit the jackpot. I stayed like in this position for a while until it got uncomfortable and eventually decided to turn face up. I wasn't sure how to do this without going through the dress adjustment routine, so without putting my legs down I turned face up. I then dropped my legs to the floor and I could feel the Air Conditioning vent on my pussy so I was sure that I was quite exposed. I actually dozed off at this point, and the next thing I know, the seat belt bell was going off, so I woke up, woke hubby up, and we put on our seat belts.

Confession 2 - At my work: I used to work for a benefit foundation for dis-advantaged children. We rented offices from a local High School. The offices were all connected to each other via hallways, so even though we were a separate entity from the school, any visitors would have thought we were part of the school due to a lack of separation.

There were three full-time security guards on staff at all times, one of which I was told had it for me in a bad way. He wasn't cute in any remote way, but he was big, a little fat, and rough looking. I had told my husband and he had teased me for months about him. He even mentioned it occasionally in the middle of sex in statements like: "You want that guy, ha? You want him to fuck you like this, ha?" or "I bet you wish it was his cock you were sucking right now, ha?"

I finally asked him if it was his fantasy to see me with John, the security man or what? He surprised me with a "Yes!" right away. He then asked me if I would really do it. I told him that I wouldn't want to let him fuck me, but that I'd be game for anything else, so I told him to come up with an idea and I'd do it. He had an idea by the next day, and here's how it went.

We went to my offices on the next Saturday night. We brought along a bottle of Tequila Sauza to complete the picture and turned on only one light. This was all designed to look as if we'd been out partying and decided to stop by the office to get something and decided to stay and have some fun without attracting attention.

I drank about five shots from the bottle and started to be pretty tipsy. I started removing articles of clothing but my husband stayed dressed. Eventually I was completely naked, quite drunk, and making copies of my breasts on the copy machine. Of course, eventually I was sitting on the copier and making copies of my pussy, and upon reflection I'm happy that I didn't break through the glass and end up in the emergency room. That would have been a story!

I knew that John checked the building once an hour, and he was due to show up any time now. In a few minutes we heard him making his way down the hall, checking the doors. He must have seen our light, because his footsteps became quicker as he came closer to us. This was my cue - I lay down on my desk completely naked and hubby got into a position that suggested he was about to fuck me, and that's how John found us.

At first he came on strong, and then he realized that it was me that was almost passed out on the desk. He recognized my husband also, and started to apologize for barging in on "what appears to be an intimate moment". When he saw that I didn't try to cover up, he started to address me, which of course gave him the opportunity to look me up and down several times shamelessly. I was laying on the routine pretty heavily, and of course I really was drunk. I slurred "Oh, a threesome - how nice!"

I sat up and on the edge of my desk facing him, swinging my legs and flirting by twirling my hair. I had my hand extended and my index finger was tracing a line up and down his chest and fat belly - as if! Still, I have to admit that being naked with my husband and a man I normally found repulsive was actually a turn on.

I cocked my head and looked down at the bulge in his pants and said: "The girls told me about your crush for me, is it true?" He laughed, but didn't answer. He looked at my husband as if expecting a joke, but hubby had taken a seat and was obviously enjoying himself. Hubby said, "She gets like this when she's drunk, and she's already had a half a bottle of Tequila by herself tonight."

My finger tracing had gotten lower and lower until I finally cupped his bulge in my hand and squeezed softly. He took half a step back but stayed within reach, and I asked him, "Are you scared of me John?" Again he laughed and didn't answer, but stepped back to where he was before. I knew I had him by a leash then.

I unbuckled his utility belt (which by the way, was a pain in the ass), and let it drop to the floor. I then pulled him to me by the waist of his pants and parted my legs so that he could stand between my open legs. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him, exposing his oversized belly and hairy chest. He had a smile on his face like he knew what was coming, so I just gave him my usual bedroom eyes and a smile, all the while thinking that he probably weighs three times as much as I do.

I finally got his pants unbuttoned and let them drop to his ankles. Underneath he wore a pair of shorts and his cock was already poking straight out of the slit. I reached down and took hold of it and stroked it two or three times softly. I then got off my desk and kneeled down in front of him. His cock hit me in the cheek when I pulled down his shorts and it sprang back up. He was above average in size, at about eight or nine inches, and as thick as my wrist. I held his shaft in my left hand and ran my nails up and down the underside of his cock and balls. He took hold of my head and was running his fingers through my hair, while gently prodding me to go on and take him in my mouth. I gave it one long lick from the bottom to the tip of his cock, then slowly continued the lick over his navel, over his belly, up his chest, and finally to his open mouth.

I stuck my tongue as deep into his mouth as it would go and French kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss even more passionately. He placed his hands on my ass and gently but strongly kneaded my cheeks while slowly working his way lower and lower until his fingertips were exploring my pussy from behind. He lifted my right leg around his waist to get better access, and his other hand went to my breasts. He lowered his mouth to my breast and started to lick and suck on the areola, while his hands found my pussy again. His big hands were pulling my pussy lips apart and his middle finger made its way inside me slowly.

I let him have his fun for a few minutes then I kneeled down in front of him again. I gave the tip of his cock a quick flick with my tongue then ran my tongue from the bottom of his cock to the tip again, but this time when I reached the tip I let it slip inside my mouth. His thickness filled my mouth nicely as I twirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. His hands were wrapped around my head and he was eagerly shoving my face onto his cock.

He soon started to tremble and moan loudly and said he was going to come. He wasn't kidding. When he came he came and came and came some more. We hung around together a while longer and he watched me get fucked by my husband, and within a week I found another job and haven't seen him since.

Confession 3 - His Dad: This one isn't a sex story, so all the incest pervies can get their minds out of the gutter now. It was totally accidental but I guess if I'd worn panties it wouldn't have happened at all.

My father was visiting us for a week a few months ago. One evening, my husband and I decided to go out for a night on the town, so we went to get ready. Hubby was done way before me as usual, and went to the living room to keep his dad company. I stayed behind and continued to get ready. I started to think about what I wanted to do that night, and I knew that one thing I wanted to do was get laid. I knew that hubby wouldn't do it with his dad in the house because he'd be too afraid of being overheard, so I decided to get laid while out on the town.

With this thought in mind I dressed in a short, and I do mean short, black silk dress and decided to take my panties just in case, but leave them in my purse unless absolutely necessary.

I finished with my makeup and everything else and went out to the living room, to the approving looks of my husband, and the arched eyebrows of my father. My husband was in the kitchen area, which is divided from the living room by a half-height wall.

He was telling me how pretty I look in my outfit, and reached for me across the half-wall to kiss me. He got me by the waist, wrapped both arms around me, and pulled me up to him. Neither one of us realized yet that his upward pull had accidentally also pulled my dress way too high and my butt was now on display. I was bent at the waist across the half-wall giving hubby a kiss when we heard my father say "Oh.... Shit" softly and he got up and excused himself. Hubby didn't know it yet, but it was then that I realized that my dress was no longer covering my butt, and that in my bent-over position I had given my father in law a pussy shot.

Believe it or not, I actually WAS embarrassed and when hubby's dad came back out we quickly left the apartment. Later on though, when I was getting some in the car behind a body shop, I relived my show over and over and came like a happy mare.

Since I live half my life in the nude, sleep in the nude, clean in the nude, etc. there have been other times when others have seen me naked, including the time that we went to San Diego and shared a hotel room with hubby's cousin and his girlfriend. Shall I tell that one too? Ok... you've talked me into it! Here we go.

Occasion 4 - Del Mar Hilton: It had been a while since we had been to San Diego's famed Sea World, so we decided to go and spend a weekend at the Del Mar Hilton while spending the day at Sea World. We went with my husband's cousin and his girlfriend, who's a real ditz. The Hilton is really expensive so we rented one hotel room with double beds, and hubby and I took one bed while they took the other.

Sea World was great fun, and that evening we decided to go and spend it in the hotel's bar downstairs. Anyway, it got to be pretty late and we (the girls) wanted to go upstairs. The guys said that the night was still young and to just go ahead, and they'd meet us upstairs soon. We left and went upstairs. I went and took a shower as soon as I got in the room and when I came back out the girlfriend was already sound asleep. I turned off the lights and jumped into my bed too, and as I mentioned before, I always sleep in the nude so this was no exception. I wasn't worried about being seen naked by hubby's cousin because it was a pretty chilly night so I knew that I sleep covered up all night. I soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I slowly came awake to the touches of my lover all over my body. The room was dark, with the only source of light coming from around the curtains.

I reached down for my lover's cock and found that he was also completely naked. I fondled his cock in my hand slowly stroking it, trying to get him erect. I was being as quiet as possible so not to disturb our neighbors. I got under the blanket on all fours and gave his cock one long lick from the tip of his cock to the base of his balls, lingering at his balls and twirling my tongue all around each one.

His right hand was cupped around my ass cheek, while his thumb was inserted to the first knuckle in my pussy, and his other hand was fondling one breast at a time, occasionally pinching my nipples.

I was about to get down to a serious blowjob and had actually put one leg on the other side of him placing myself in a 69 position, when I realized that my hubby had shaved his balls smooth the previous evening, but when I had given him a lick just now I distinctly felt hair on my tongue. I entertained the thought that I could be mistaken for a second, but I distinctly remembered that I was in the shower with him when he did it and we had both laughed about it.

My body went stiff for a second, then jumped straight up almost bumping my head into the ceiling. I went to the curtains and parted them, letting some light into the room. Sure enough, there was hubby's cousin in my bed with wide eyes, scared out of his mind. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

I was livid, so I put a towel around me and knocked on the bathroom door. The bimbo girlfriend was still passed out, and hubby was not in the room. Sammy opened the door but was actually afraid of me. When I asked him about "what the fuck he was thinking", I realized that the reason he was scared was that he actually didn't realize it was me.

His told me that he had been seeing his girlfriend for a few weeks and had never had sex with her, much less seen her naked. When he came to bed he was pretty drunk and just crashed into the first bed without thinking about it. When he found what he thought was his girlfriend, naked in bed, he thought that he had hit the jackpot with her and had started to touch her naked body with his hands. When had I reacted to his touches by stroking his cock, he had just laid his head back and gone with the flow, not realizing that it wasn't his girlfriend at all, but me!

I understood that it was an honest mistake, and didn't fault him for it, and we went to bed... in the right beds this time. I never did tell my husband about it, and haven't said another word to Sammy about it since.

OK, I think I'll end this confessional here for now... more to come soon! I promise!