Bi-Sexual Female / 43
I am so guilty, embarrassed and insulted. Not really but sorry for my actions. My husband drowned a few years ago while trying to help the sheriff dept rescue a couple drunks from a lake. He was retired Air Force so I am drawing a good pension from the government because I was his only dependent. We never had and kids.
While he was in the military and deployed we were constantly writing fuck stories to each other, and, sending explicit naked pictures to each other. After his death I was looking through his computer and discovered he had confessed some of our doings on this page, Adult Confessions. Most of his confessions were that I was sending him these hot letters and he was really enjoying them but never believed any of this really happened. Most didn't, I would write of fucking someone else but the only way I could do it was by pretending it was him I was doing this with but would use a fake name. I will admit that I did have many opportunities but I loved my husband and could not ever think of fucking someone else behind his back. When he would write me his sex stories and I would get turned on, I'd always turn to one of the sex toys he has given me and satisfy myself by masturbating.
Now, when I'd make these sex pictures I'd always use my polaroid camera with a timer. Never thinking, the camera was always sitting in the exact same place on the bedroom dresser.
Now there was this young girl that worked with me and lived only one block away whose husband was in the army and also deployed. We switched days to drive each other. This one day on our way home, I was driving, she asked me to stop at this book store, there was a book she wanted. So I pulled in and parked. I did go in with her but once inside I noted there was no one but men sitting around chatting and they all started staring at us. I turned to the shelf where the books/magazines were and immediately saw they were all adult books, so I left and returned to my car. After a short while she came out and got n the car. On our way home she laid her hand on my leg and said, "This kind of stuff turns me on, what about you?" I looked over and on the cover was two naked girls all hugged up and kissing. I just said, "It turns me off" and nothing else was said.
Okay, a few weeks later I sent my husband a set of pictures of me naked and in different poses. I never thought anything about it until he returned from deployment about 2 month later and one evening when we were warming up for hot sex he, out of the blue, asked me who made those pictures of me. I immediately asked, "What do you mean? I always make the pictures with my polaroid." He said, "Yeah, but it is always sitting over there on the dresser in the same place." He took the pictures out of his briefcase, handed them to me and said, "Look at those. The camera was in a different location for each picture." I was dumb founded. I had told him previously about the neighbor gal that worked with me buying the gay magazine and asking me if that turned me on." So to make a long story short, he teased me with, "Now didn't, I'll call her Jill. take these pictures?" I didn't answer so he kept on teasing asking questions like, "Did you reciprocate? Did you take pictures of her?" I knew he was to smart for me and I could tell he was getting more turned on so I confessed that we did exchange taking pictures. He grabbed me and squeezed me and started kissing me all over and playing with my pussy and I too was getting more turned on. He looked at me and asked, "Is that all you did, just take pictures? I can't believe it." So I confessed, " When I started dressing after the pictures she pushed me back on the bed, lay down beside me, placed one hand on my pussy and one on my tits and attempted to kiss me and I panicked, scrambled and got away." Nothing happened and we both dressed and she went home. I'm sure he was satisfied with that answer.
But, that is why I feel so guilty today after his drowning a few years ago. I wish I had told him the truth, he would have enjoyed it but I was to embarrassed to tell him the truth." So, he died without ever learning the truth. I believe it would have made our marriage stronger had I told him the truth.
And the truth is, she did push me back on the bed, placed one hand on my pussy and the other on my tits. She was squeezing my tits and massaging my clit and fingering my pussy and tried to kiss me on the lips but I did attempt to get loose and away but she was stronger than me and I was helpless. She then started kissing and licking my nipples and I'll admit it felt good, just like my husband used to do. She rolled me over, placed my arms behind my back, turned me back on my back, threw her leg across me so I could not get up and continued kissing and licking my body all the way down to my pussy. She switched around so her face was facing my pussy and she then began squeezing my tits with both hands. She commenced licking, sucking and kissing my clit and pussy. When she ran her tongue inside my pussy I just surrendered, she had me, it felt so good. Just like as though it was my husband only he never had to force, or r**e, me. I was paralyzed, I didn't even want to get loose, it felt wonderful. Soon she stopped sucking my pussy and crawled up and began kissing me on my lips, I mean French kissing. Her tongue was forcing it's way into my mouth and I finally surrendered and reciprocated. I pulled my hand from behind my back, threw then around her shoulders, pulled her closer and started responding to the French kissing while I did remove my arms so I could fondle and squeeze her tits. I just completely forgot she was a woman I was doing this with. She too was all shook up, She twisted back around and placed her face between my legs and started again eating me out and it felt so good I was squirming and moaning. I was cuming one right after the other. I looked over and her partially shaved puss was laying righ by my face, I reached over and began to play with it. I discovered it was already wet and warm and I can't explain it but I'll bet it would have taken an army to keep my mouth off that. I started eating her out and was I ever surprised. I had, I'll confess, masturbated and sucked my own love juices from my fingers and even kissed my husband and licked my love juice from his lips without even thinking about. But this was someone else
pussy juices I was sucking and licking and enjoying it. I must have cumed a half dozen times and can't imagine how many times she did.
So, that's why I am so down in the dumps because I didn't confess and tell my husband the truth before he died. It hasn't happened a second time but I won't rule it out if I meet the right girl. Jill's husband returned and they moved to another state and I haven't had contacy with her since.
While he was in the military and deployed we were constantly writing fuck stories to each other, and, sending explicit naked pictures to each other. After his death I was looking through his computer and discovered he had confessed some of our doings on this page, Adult Confessions. Most of his confessions were that I was sending him these hot letters and he was really enjoying them but never believed any of this really happened. Most didn't, I would write of fucking someone else but the only way I could do it was by pretending it was him I was doing this with but would use a fake name. I will admit that I did have many opportunities but I loved my husband and could not ever think of fucking someone else behind his back. When he would write me his sex stories and I would get turned on, I'd always turn to one of the sex toys he has given me and satisfy myself by masturbating.
Now, when I'd make these sex pictures I'd always use my polaroid camera with a timer. Never thinking, the camera was always sitting in the exact same place on the bedroom dresser.
Now there was this young girl that worked with me and lived only one block away whose husband was in the army and also deployed. We switched days to drive each other. This one day on our way home, I was driving, she asked me to stop at this book store, there was a book she wanted. So I pulled in and parked. I did go in with her but once inside I noted there was no one but men sitting around chatting and they all started staring at us. I turned to the shelf where the books/magazines were and immediately saw they were all adult books, so I left and returned to my car. After a short while she came out and got n the car. On our way home she laid her hand on my leg and said, "This kind of stuff turns me on, what about you?" I looked over and on the cover was two naked girls all hugged up and kissing. I just said, "It turns me off" and nothing else was said.
Okay, a few weeks later I sent my husband a set of pictures of me naked and in different poses. I never thought anything about it until he returned from deployment about 2 month later and one evening when we were warming up for hot sex he, out of the blue, asked me who made those pictures of me. I immediately asked, "What do you mean? I always make the pictures with my polaroid." He said, "Yeah, but it is always sitting over there on the dresser in the same place." He took the pictures out of his briefcase, handed them to me and said, "Look at those. The camera was in a different location for each picture." I was dumb founded. I had told him previously about the neighbor gal that worked with me buying the gay magazine and asking me if that turned me on." So to make a long story short, he teased me with, "Now didn't, I'll call her Jill. take these pictures?" I didn't answer so he kept on teasing asking questions like, "Did you reciprocate? Did you take pictures of her?" I knew he was to smart for me and I could tell he was getting more turned on so I confessed that we did exchange taking pictures. He grabbed me and squeezed me and started kissing me all over and playing with my pussy and I too was getting more turned on. He looked at me and asked, "Is that all you did, just take pictures? I can't believe it." So I confessed, " When I started dressing after the pictures she pushed me back on the bed, lay down beside me, placed one hand on my pussy and one on my tits and attempted to kiss me and I panicked, scrambled and got away." Nothing happened and we both dressed and she went home. I'm sure he was satisfied with that answer.
But, that is why I feel so guilty today after his drowning a few years ago. I wish I had told him the truth, he would have enjoyed it but I was to embarrassed to tell him the truth." So, he died without ever learning the truth. I believe it would have made our marriage stronger had I told him the truth.
And the truth is, she did push me back on the bed, placed one hand on my pussy and the other on my tits. She was squeezing my tits and massaging my clit and fingering my pussy and tried to kiss me on the lips but I did attempt to get loose and away but she was stronger than me and I was helpless. She then started kissing and licking my nipples and I'll admit it felt good, just like my husband used to do. She rolled me over, placed my arms behind my back, turned me back on my back, threw her leg across me so I could not get up and continued kissing and licking my body all the way down to my pussy. She switched around so her face was facing my pussy and she then began squeezing my tits with both hands. She commenced licking, sucking and kissing my clit and pussy. When she ran her tongue inside my pussy I just surrendered, she had me, it felt so good. Just like as though it was my husband only he never had to force, or r**e, me. I was paralyzed, I didn't even want to get loose, it felt wonderful. Soon she stopped sucking my pussy and crawled up and began kissing me on my lips, I mean French kissing. Her tongue was forcing it's way into my mouth and I finally surrendered and reciprocated. I pulled my hand from behind my back, threw then around her shoulders, pulled her closer and started responding to the French kissing while I did remove my arms so I could fondle and squeeze her tits. I just completely forgot she was a woman I was doing this with. She too was all shook up, She twisted back around and placed her face between my legs and started again eating me out and it felt so good I was squirming and moaning. I was cuming one right after the other. I looked over and her partially shaved puss was laying righ by my face, I reached over and began to play with it. I discovered it was already wet and warm and I can't explain it but I'll bet it would have taken an army to keep my mouth off that. I started eating her out and was I ever surprised. I had, I'll confess, masturbated and sucked my own love juices from my fingers and even kissed my husband and licked my love juice from his lips without even thinking about. But this was someone else
pussy juices I was sucking and licking and enjoying it. I must have cumed a half dozen times and can't imagine how many times she did.
So, that's why I am so down in the dumps because I didn't confess and tell my husband the truth before he died. It hasn't happened a second time but I won't rule it out if I meet the right girl. Jill's husband returned and they moved to another state and I haven't had contacy with her since.
