Some of you may remember by dilemma from two days ago.
I'd set up a surprise homecoming for my husband, Brad. Problem is, I royally screwed it up.
Brad had hinted at wanting a threesome, so I'd recruited an old high school flame named Mark and we'd had it all set up. I got Brad all tied up, blindfolded and even put headphones on him.
The idea was for Mark and me to get him all excited. Only one of us would touch Brad at a time, so he would think it was only me. Unfortunately, I got so turned on that I got greedy. REAL FUCKING GREEDY!
I was SO ASHAMED! I was keeping Brad totally clueless!!
I'd watched Mark suck Brad's cock.
I sucked Mark's cock!
I'd watched Brad rim Mark's ass, thinking it was me!!
IT GETS WORSE! I WAS SUCH A SELFISH SLUT, right in front of my husband, and he never had a clue!
After I watched my husband rim Mark, I got so turned on I actually tounge-fucked Mark's ass, while it was still wet with my husband's saliva. This is something I REFUSED to do to my loving husband. SELFISH, SELFISH ME!!
Finally, I worked Brad up to orgasm with my talented mouth, while Mark was pounding my hot wet ass. This is something Brad has repeatedly told me he'd love to watch! But I turned into A TOTAL ONE-WAY, SELF-CENTERED BITCH and collapsed as they simultaneously exploded, filling my eager mouth and hot ass with spurt after spurt of cum!
I left Brad tied up, blindfolded, with headphones on, through ALL these intimate and fantastic experiences. I kept all these extraordinary experiences ALL TO MYSELF!!
Why? I was afraid my husband would think I am a sex-starved, nympho who loves to get FUCKED BY MULTIPLE MEN!!
That's exactly what I'd become!
The worst aspect was, Brad would have loved to share this experience and I didn't let him!
I'd been a frigging mess for two days, wallowing in guilt, wondering what to do. I even wrote the entire event up, in all its intimate and humiliating details, and posted it on this forum.
I was looking for advice.
Ultimately, I asked Mark. After all, he is the only one who witnessed the totality of my self-centeredness.
He told me he was actually pretty disgusted with my self-centered behavior. That's why he left me passed out at the foot of the bed with cum dripping from my mouth and anus. He wanted me to realize how selfish my plan turned out, EVEN though he knew it started with good intentions.
He told me my only options were:
1. Tell Brad everything.
2. Never say a word and live with the guilt forever.
I really am a 'good person!' That's why this was so DAMNED difficult. I guess ultimately I am selfish, because I chose option A. Rid myself of the guilt and hope Brad would understand.
---CONFESSION---
I baked Brad his favorite dinner, garlic pasta with shrimp and asparagus. He knew this was a signal I was planning on swallowing his cock later in the evening. You see, I ABSOLUTELY SAVOR the taste of his semen after he eats garlic and asparagus!!
I wore his favorite skirt, with no undies, so he could feel my hot wet womanhood throughout the meal (and more importantly, after). Sometimes he takes advantage of my pantyless crotch as I clean up the kitchen. See, I abhor a dirty kitchen and this drives him crazy. He says it's so frustrating and unromantic to stop and wait while I wash the ditches. On ocassion, he will punish me and that's exactly what he did tonight.
After we cleared the dishes to the sink, he took my hand and said, "Let's go upstairs, this can wait."
"No, it will only take five minutes. You go and get yourself ready for the best blowjob ever!"
I turned around, started the water and began washing. Was he going upstairs or was I going to be punished? My pussy dampened and then I felt my answer as my skirt slid up over my hot round ass!
SMACK, SMACK, I flinched as both my cheeks recieved sharp slaps. Now comes the hard part, the actual punishment!
Yes! I feel his hands part my ass cheeks, then nothing.
I pick up a plate and bring it under the hot water.
There it is, I think, as I feel hot breath on my exposed anal bud. I pause, with the plate frozen under the running water. Then, nothing?
I wait, still nothing but his hot breath on my tight hole each time he exhales.
Oh well, I flip the plate over and he hears the change in the flow of water. Instantly, his warm tounge flicks lightly across my puckered hole.
I freeze, waiting for more from that talented tounge. 10, then 15 seconds pass, still nothing.
I make a move to put the now THOROUGHLY rinsed plate in the dishwasher and...freeze again.
His lips tightly encircle my puckered sphincter, like a hard french kiss, and I feel his tounge tip come to rest lightly on the center of my wrinkled bud. I swear I can feel his heartbeat, ever so slightly pulsing on my anus.
The faint pulses continue but that's it! None of the probing or lapping that I desperately need!
"Damnit Brad, I HAVE to get these done so we can get upstairs. There is something I need to tell you while I suck on that hot cock of yours."
Pleeeaaseee," I beg!
"Then, lets get upstairs so you can enjoy my cock."
"But the dishes," I plead, reaching for the dishwasher.
'Fuck,' I say to myself as you spread my cheeks wider and lock your lips around my hole and again gently place the tip of your tounge at my starfish. Then...you stop.
"BRAD!" I scream.
"Upstairs now or give me your confession just like this," he says, replacing his lips immediately.