The Confession

THE CONFESSION I arrived home last Thursday, late as usual. My wife?s car was in the driveway. I was glad to see her home. With our only child away in college we had hoped to spend more time together. Instead, we had both recently taken additional responsibilities at work and it seemed as if one of both of us were working late every night. And when we did see each other we were to tired or irritable to do much more than say hello. We had grown apart lately. Our sex life, never an everyday occurrence to begin with, had become almost non-existent. In fact we had not had sex in over two months. I opened the door and walked into the house. My wife was sitting on the couch in the living room staring straight ahead. She turned to look at me and I could see she had been crying. My immediate fear was an illness or a death in the family. I asked her, ?What?s wrong?? She stared at the floor and asked me do sit down. I was apprehensive as I sat in the chair opposite her. ?I have a confession,? she said, never looking up from the floor. I was relieved at first. At least no one was sick or dead. But when I looked at her I knew she was distraught about something serious. ?What happened?? I asked. ?I was unfaithful.? I was shocked. My first feelings were of anger, furious that she had cheated on me. Before I said anything, I took a deep breath to control my emotions. ?When did you cheat?? I asked as calm as I could. ?Tonight.? ?With who?? ?You don?t know him. He works for another branch of my company. We were together at a dinner party and things just happened.? She started crying again, but I continued questioning her. ?What things happened?? ?I had a few glasses of wine during the dinner. You know I don?t really drink anymore, so I guess it made me a little tipsy. When it was time to leave he offered me a ride back to the office since I didn?t have my car with me. I accepted, and the next thing I know we were making out in the office parking lot. At first I tried to stop him, but it has been so long since anyone has really shown me any attention?.? She paused as she broke down in sobs. I was still angry, but at the same time it was a little exciting to think of my wife of 25 years making out with a co-worker in a car. I had to know how far she went. ?Go on,? I said, trying to hide my growing curiosity. ?Well as we drove back to the office he kept telling me how good I looked tonight. He especially commented on my legs. Since he is about ten years younger than us and good looking, I never thought he was trying to hit on me. Then he began to touch my bare leg as he drove saying how sexy they looked. At first I removed his hand and kidded with him to concentrate on his driving. But when he put his hand back and started rubbing up and down my leg, for some reason I didn?t object. It felt good.? She looked at me for support, but I was too busy trying to control my growing erection. I feigned anger. She continued. ?When we got to the parking lot it was empty except for my car. He pulled up next to me and I felt I should leave quickly. I started to open the door when he leaned over to give me a kiss goodnight. I offered my cheek but he positioned his head in front of mine and kissed me one the lips. I felt his tongue try to work his way passed my lips and after a moment of resistance, I gave in. As our tongues met he began to rub my legs again, this time up to my thigh.? She again looked to me for support, but I was afraid if I didn?t appear mad, she might stop telling the story. ?What happened next?? ?I kept my legs closed tight, but as we continued to kiss my resistance broke down. I opened my legs and his hands began to rub my pussy through my panties. Then with the other hand he started to play with my nipples through my blouse and bra. At the same time he took hold of my hand and placed in on his crotch.? ?What did he feel like?? She looked surprised at my question, perhaps trying to guess my intentions. ?He was hard, of course. In fact he was very hard. He kept rubbing my pussy through my panties and eventually worked them to the side and began to finger fuck me. Without realizing it, I began to squeeze his cock through his pants. He continued to fuck me with one hand while he used the other to open his zipper and take out his cock. I worked my hand up and down it.? ?Was he big?? ?Do you really want to know?? ?I do.? ?He was very big. I could hardly get my hand around it. With everything that was going on it didn?t take me long to come.? ?What about him?? I asked. ?Well after I came I was already feeling guilty for everything, and I really wanted to go. But he asked me to please finish him off, so I leaned over on his shoulder to get comfortable and stroked him with my right hand. He kissed me again and very gradually worked my head lower and lower till it was almost in his lap. His cock was only a few inches away from my mouth, so I thought I would just get it over faster if I sucked on it for a moment.? ?Did you let him cum in your mouth?? ?Not exactly. I planned on pulling up and finishing him with my hand, but he came quickly and with no notice, so I just swallowed it. He came so much I almost choked.? This shocked me. My wife had hardly ever let me cum in her mouth. Yet here she was, blowing a virtual stranger in a parking lot and swallowing his cum. ?Did you enjoy it?? I asked. ?What! Did I enjoy it? Not really. I mean I came, but I didn?t really enjoy it. I felt guilty about cheating on you. What about us? Can you forgive me? What do you think?? I stood up quickly and moved towards her. She jumped back perhaps thinking I might get physical. Instead I zipped open my pants and pulled out my hard, dripping cock. ?I think you owe me a blow job. And make sure you swallow.? She smiled, realizing that I was no longer angry. She began to stroke my aching dick,. ?So the thought of me having sex with someone else gets you excited. I always thought that was just a fantasy of yours.? She wrapped her lips around my cock and began to suck. It didn?t take me long to explode into her mouth. She opened her lips exposing a mouthful of cum. Then she swallowed slowly. I sat back on the chair completely exhausted. She sat on my lap and kissed me, shoving her tongue down my throat. I could taste my cum, and maybe his? ?I guess next time I can really enjoy it. I won?t feel guilty.? ?Next time!? I said in shock. ?When is the next time?? ?He invited me over to his place Friday night. Of course, I said no. Do you want me to call him and tell him I changed my mind?? ?It?s up to you. As long as it is just sex, and you tell me everything that happens, I don?t mind.? ?Well then, I guess I?ll call him. I wonder what that big cock will feel like inside me.? ?Just enjoy yourself, and let me have sloppy seconds when you get home.? She stood up and began to walk out of the room to clean herself up. ?Well it might be sloppy thirds or fourths,? she said with a chuckle. ?Maybe someday I?ll even let you watch.? I followed her out of the room, my hard cock leading the way. 8870 1.60/512345