Background to my confession:
My father moved down from Scotland when he was in his early twenties, having had a major bust up with his parents. We never got to know that side of our family, even though I knew he had three younger siblings. So when myself and my husband visited Edinburgh in March it wasn't for a family visit. Two days into our visit, my husband being drunk accused me of having an affair with a neighbour of ours (I most definately wasn't) He slapped me very hard when I denied it. My left eye had blackened the next day and I packed my things ready to go home. My husband looked very smug about his actions and wouldn't apologise. With my bruised face hurting and him seeming to be so uncaring, it got me extremely angry. I Phoned a taxi at reception with the intention of going home and billing my husbands account for the large fair. I asked the clerk if he could recomend a nice place to stay after I'd waited for over half an hour. When he suggested a nice hotel close to Loch Lomond, I changed my mind and told the driver when he arrived to take me to the hotel.
The confession:
The first night at the hotel I kept on getting text messages from my husband, saying he was sorry and he'd been so wrapped up with his doubts he couldn't think straight. He thought I'd gone home and text to say he was driving back home the following afternoon to be with me. I didn't text back. I got myself ready in my room and went down to the hotels restaurant.
Sat on my own with a battered face, I must have looked a very sad and lonely woman. That's what I thought when a young guy in his early twenties asked me if I was ok before I'd ordered. After a short conversation he insisted I sit with him at his table. I discovered he was staying at the hotel as their guest, as he'd been doing some carpentry work for them.
By the time we ordered drinks at the end of our meal, I felt as though I'd known him all my life. His Scottish accent and his easy calm way eased my troubled mind, and when he asked if I was married after looking at my wedding ring, I lied and told him my husband had passed away. (Which at that time, I wished he had). I lied again when I explained how I got the bruising, telling him I'd fallen.
It wasn't hard for me I admit, when he asked if I'd like to have a drink in his room. We both knew what he meant and I didn't resist his charms. The drink he gave me was the same whisky my husband had gotten drunk on and I declined it. It wasn't what I was in his room for anyway. Knowing full well what I was doing, I stepped up to him and put my mouth to his. We were passionately kissing in seconds.
It was like I was a teenager again, the lustful way we went at each other was exhilerating. My clothing wasn't removed smoothly or with care. It was stripped from me and I was loving it. I was down to my matching lacy bra and knickers, still with my stay up stockings and black heeled shoes on too. I stopped him from kissing me and asked him to undress. I wanted to watch him become naked, I wanted him to see me touch myself as he did.
Lay on the bed with my legs spread wide I watched him slowly remove his trousers, socks and shoes. Then as he began to remove his shirt I moved my knickers to one side and put a finger to my pussy. His face shone as I began to play with my clit, mine shone as his shirt fell to the floor. His stomach was like a wash board, his amazing abs were tightening and relaxing as he breathed. Not once in my life had I wanted someone sexually so badly.
The best had yet to be seen from my point of view, I didn't have to wait long. When he lowered his boxer shorts I plunged a finger inside myself, it was the sight of his erect cock that had gotten me so excited. His cock shaft was throbbing and it was stood straight up towards his beautiful abs. All eight gorgeous inches of it.
There was no holding back now, we both wanted sex and I wanted it hard. Holding out my free hand I held his and pulled him down to me. We began kissing again as he lay on top of me. I could feel his cock stroking my leg and I wanted it in me, I wanted his hardness fucking me and I needed to be taken. With his mouth an inch from mine I asked him to fuck me. Moving my hands down to his cock I held it for a few seconds stroking it as he looked into my eyes. The moment his bulbous cock head entered me I gave myself fully to him and wrapped my legs around his back. In one large thrust his cock plowed into my warm wetness and we were fucking.
His mouth didn't leave mine for next ten minutes as I clung to his body, his cock driving in and out of my pussy. It was if I couldn't get enough of his body inside of me. All of the emotions of the past two days went into that sexual act with him and it drove me to want more.
I could feel his cock pulsing in my vagina and I knew he about to cum, breaking off the kiss I told him to cum on my breasts. As he pulled out I quickly undid my bra and flung it away. He held on long enough to kneel either side of my stomach and then shoot his warm sticky cum all over my breasts and face.
It was wonderful to watch his face as he came all over me, his passion for the sex we'd just had and his oragsm flowing through him was something that will stay with me forever. Just as his eagerness to to pleasure me with tongue and fingers will.
My pussy was soaking wet from our fucking, but it didn't stop him from going down on me, in fact it made him even hornier for my juicey c**t. It wasn't the first time anyone had sucked on my clit, but it was by far the best cunnilingus performed on me by anyone. I still had my knickers on, and my stockings and shoes. My knickers were being torn apart though as he wanted easier access to my wet open slit. Throwing the torn up shreds into my face, he buried his face back into my pussy and began to lick out my juices. Looking down I could see his tight arse as his head bobbed up and down, licking and sucking away at my love hole. With a very dirty thought I wanted to lick it, I wanted to tongue his arse. I asked him to turn around and lay on his back. Straddling him and lowering my pussy to his face, I first sucked in his cock tasting my own juices, sucking it in hard, making him become erect again, then licking all the way down his cock shaft, I reached his arsehole. Sticking out my tongue I probed his musty smelling hole.
I came without any warning, it was very unfamiliar for me to cum this way and when I began to orgasm it almost made me pass out. It so intense, so deep inside myself and very overwhelming. I was shaking with the force of my orgasm, but I didn't get to rest as I was flipped onto the bed. He pulled me up into a kneeling position by my hips and began to tongue my pussy and arsehole. Not asking or giving me a choice, my arsehole was entered for the first time in my life. It hurt like nothing I'd felt before, but I wasn't about to stop him as his cock inched further up my rear.
It took a good few minutes for my arsehole to fully accept his long hard thick cock. When it did I relaxed more and within a couple of minutes, I began to get a very horny feeling flowing through the lower half of my body. It wasn't exactly like being fucked up my pussy, but it was similar. The one thing I can say, is when I began to enjoy his cock inside me I wanted him to fuck me hard. I wanted him to slam all of his eight inches into my arsehole with force and I told him to do just that. He began to withdraw his cock until it was almost out of my arsehole then with a huge thrust he rammed it all the way in. In every way I'd become his slut, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him and taking his dick inside my arsehole proved to me, I'd let him have me any time he wanted.
I was screaming into the pillow, not in pain but in total lust for his fucking. I was loving all of his attention and all of his sexual prowess. He quite literally fucked my rear hole for over twenty minutes without stopping and I orgasmed twice. The last of which was when he rolled us over and made me ride him as I lay on his chest. He held my breasts as he fucked me, raising my legs high so his cock easilly drove into my arse.
When my young lover came up my rear I was ready and willing to take him again. We didn't perform again though until just before breakfast. It was in the shower and he fucked me from behind as the water flowed over the pair of us. When he tol me he was about to cum I spun around and took his cock into my mouth. Just like the previous night when he fucked my arsehole, I did something else for the first time, I swallowed a mans cum and loved every drop flowing down my throat.
It shouldn't have surprised me given the two days I'd just had, but I was extremely shocked to find out who his parents were as we chatted over breakfast. It turned out my stunningly handsome lover, the young man who has changed who I was. Is a young beautiful sexually amazing man called Ryan and as far as I can deduce, he's my nephew.
I haven't told him yet and we've met numerous times since. It's a longish drive up to where we meet about half way between us, but I can make it in an hour and a half. It gives us about three hours to have the most thrilling sex, before I have to drive home.
I'm at a cross roads in my life in many ways. I want to let Ryan know who I am to him and I'm also seriously thinking of leaving my husband, either way. There is a way I could move a lot closer to Ryan by changing my job role and living right on the border. If I get a positive reponse in my love for Ryan by telling him, then I'll make the moves. I'm just afraid it will scare him away.......