Straight Female / 31
MALLORY'S MISTAKE
I'm 31 years old, married, and a mother, with a very responsible position, and yes, Mallory is my real name. What's the sense of making a confession unless you use your real name, right? Until last night I'd been completely faithful to my husband, who I'll call S here. The furthest I'd ever gone with other men since I've been married is to exchange a few more maybe than friendly kisses when I'd had too much to drink, but it was pretty much for fun, and I never seriously considered it going any further than that, at least not in realiity, although in my fantasies it had. Well, last night that all changed.
We went to a party at a friend's house and S got totally drunk. That's not like him, because he usually controls his drinking at parties better than I do, but for some reason, last night he didn't. I mean, he was like fall down drunk. Maybe the fact that we'd dropped my son off at my parent's house for the night made him feel like he could loosen up more than usual. I myself was at the happy-friendly drunk stage. (That's how I usually get when I drink.) When it came time for us to go home, neither of us were fit to drive. We were going to call an Uber, but our friends who hosted the party suggested that their 18 year old son (B) drive us home, so he could help me get S in the house and into bed. That made sense to me, so I accepted.
So B drove us home, and helped me get S up the stairs to our bedroom and put him on the bed. Then I asked B to help me get S undressed down to his underwear so he could sleep like that. B agreed and we both took S's shoes & socks off. Then B atarted taking off S's shirt, while I worked on his pants. When I pulled S's pants down, his underwear came down with them, so he was laying there with his soft dick out. In my drunken state, I thought that was hilariously funny & started laughing hard, and I guess my laughter was contageous, because B started laughing too.
Then I took S's dick in my hand and stroked it several times, but it stayed totally soft, so I sort of flopped it around & said, "I guess I'm not getting any tonight," as I laughed some more. B said, Still laughing, B said, "Maybe you just need to work on it some more." So I took S's dick in my mouth & sucked it for a while, but it was still like a dead little snake. After I gave up on that, I said, "Nope, not even a twitch. No dick for Mallory tonight," followed by another hearty laugh.
B said he thought he'd better go, so I go off the bed, & walked downstairs, leading him to the front door. When we got close to it, in the front room, I asked B to wait a minute. Then I turned my back to him & asked him to help uzip my dress before he left. He seemed a little nervous about doing that, but after a little encouragement from me he did. Up until that point it had all been in fun, but when I turned back around to face B, my dress slipped off over my shoulders and I gave a little wiggle of my hips, letting it fall to the floor, that's when things started to change. As I wound up standing there right in front of this good-looking young man in just my bra, panties and heels, something seemed to click inside me. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me.
Even though I'm considerably older than B, I think I'm still an attractive woman. I'm only about 5'2", but with my long, dark hair, big eyes, pouty lips, and large, full breasts, I think I can stil hold my own, even though I'm carrying a few more pounds than I should be for my size. When I saw how B was looking at me, with obvious lust in his eyes, without even thinking I stepped up to him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him. It was definitely not just a friendly kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tongue kissed him deeply. I think he was startled at first, because he just stood there lettig me kiss him for several seconds, but then he took me in his arms and started kissing me back very enthusiastically.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together front to front, and I could feel a large bulge pressing against my stomach thru his jeans. When his hands slipped down onto my ass, right then & there I knew I just had to have this young man. I pulled back from him a bit, unbuckled his jeans, opened them, and pushed them and his underwear down past his hips, letting his hard dick spring free. Then I took it in my hand, gave it a few strokes, & led him over to the sofa by it. It was a pretty impressive one, both in length and girth.
We fell down onto the sofa, me on the bottom and him between my open legs, and began to kiss lustily again. Before long, he'd managed to get my bra & panties off, and I'd unbuttoned his shirt and gotten that off too, so we were both naked. I reached down between us, grasped his hard dick, positioned it an my entrance, and lifted my hips us sharply, getting the head inside me. Then he pushed forward, getting it in the rest of the way. I must say, it felt really great being filled like that. Then he started moving, and it felt even better.
To make a long story short, he fucked me until he came inside me, and when he did, I came too. When he rolled off me, I still felt like I needed more, so I coaxed him over onto his back, slid down, and started to suck him. He was still about half hard, so it didn't take long before he was completely erect again, Then I kneeled up, swung my leg over him, guided the tip of his dick to my entrance again, and dropped my weight down on him, completely impaling myself on his beautiful shaft. Then I started to lift myself up and down, fucking myself on it while he played with my breasts and hard nipples. This time it lasted longer, allowing me to cum 2 more times before he emptied himself inside my pussy for the second time that night.
After we recovered, I started to feel a little guilty about what we'd done, but I didn't say anything to him about that. I just told him he'd better get dressed and go, before S woke up, and before his parents started to worry why dropping me off was taking so long. He agreed, seemingly reluctantly, and got up and dressed. Then I walked him to the door, still naked myself, with his cream seeping out of me and down my inner thighs.
When we got there, I hid behind the door as I opened it, not wanting to be seen naked by any neighbors who might still be up at that late hour. He started to walk out, but much to my surprise, at the last second he turned around, grasped my upper arm, and pulled me out from behind the door. Then right there in the light of the open doorway, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard and deep. I struggled a bit at first, but gave up after a few seconds and kissed him back. I felt like I was doing it with the whole world watching, but at the moment, I didn't care.
When the kiss finally ended, I pushed him back and said goodnight. He said thank you and goodnight, and then turned and left. Then I went upstairs, took a quick shower, put my nightgown on, and got in bed next to a still sleeping (passed out?) S. I kept thinking about what had just happened, and my mind kept wavering between how great it had felt, and deep feelings of guilt that I'd let it happen, so it took me a very long time to fall asleep.
Now on to today. When S woke up, I was hoping that he'd make love to me, to sort of reclaim me after what had happened last night, but he was far too hung over for that. All he wanted was coffee and quiet. Around mid-morning, I started getting texts from B, telling me how great last night had been for him, how beautiful ..(continue confession)
I'm 31 years old, married, and a mother, with a very responsible position, and yes, Mallory is my real name. What's the sense of making a confession unless you use your real name, right? Until last night I'd been completely faithful to my husband, who I'll call S here. The furthest I'd ever gone with other men since I've been married is to exchange a few more maybe than friendly kisses when I'd had too much to drink, but it was pretty much for fun, and I never seriously considered it going any further than that, at least not in realiity, although in my fantasies it had. Well, last night that all changed.
We went to a party at a friend's house and S got totally drunk. That's not like him, because he usually controls his drinking at parties better than I do, but for some reason, last night he didn't. I mean, he was like fall down drunk. Maybe the fact that we'd dropped my son off at my parent's house for the night made him feel like he could loosen up more than usual. I myself was at the happy-friendly drunk stage. (That's how I usually get when I drink.) When it came time for us to go home, neither of us were fit to drive. We were going to call an Uber, but our friends who hosted the party suggested that their 18 year old son (B) drive us home, so he could help me get S in the house and into bed. That made sense to me, so I accepted.
So B drove us home, and helped me get S up the stairs to our bedroom and put him on the bed. Then I asked B to help me get S undressed down to his underwear so he could sleep like that. B agreed and we both took S's shoes & socks off. Then B atarted taking off S's shirt, while I worked on his pants. When I pulled S's pants down, his underwear came down with them, so he was laying there with his soft dick out. In my drunken state, I thought that was hilariously funny & started laughing hard, and I guess my laughter was contageous, because B started laughing too.
Then I took S's dick in my hand and stroked it several times, but it stayed totally soft, so I sort of flopped it around & said, "I guess I'm not getting any tonight," as I laughed some more. B said, Still laughing, B said, "Maybe you just need to work on it some more." So I took S's dick in my mouth & sucked it for a while, but it was still like a dead little snake. After I gave up on that, I said, "Nope, not even a twitch. No dick for Mallory tonight," followed by another hearty laugh.
B said he thought he'd better go, so I go off the bed, & walked downstairs, leading him to the front door. When we got close to it, in the front room, I asked B to wait a minute. Then I turned my back to him & asked him to help uzip my dress before he left. He seemed a little nervous about doing that, but after a little encouragement from me he did. Up until that point it had all been in fun, but when I turned back around to face B, my dress slipped off over my shoulders and I gave a little wiggle of my hips, letting it fall to the floor, that's when things started to change. As I wound up standing there right in front of this good-looking young man in just my bra, panties and heels, something seemed to click inside me. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me.
Even though I'm considerably older than B, I think I'm still an attractive woman. I'm only about 5'2", but with my long, dark hair, big eyes, pouty lips, and large, full breasts, I think I can stil hold my own, even though I'm carrying a few more pounds than I should be for my size. When I saw how B was looking at me, with obvious lust in his eyes, without even thinking I stepped up to him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him. It was definitely not just a friendly kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tongue kissed him deeply. I think he was startled at first, because he just stood there lettig me kiss him for several seconds, but then he took me in his arms and started kissing me back very enthusiastically.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together front to front, and I could feel a large bulge pressing against my stomach thru his jeans. When his hands slipped down onto my ass, right then & there I knew I just had to have this young man. I pulled back from him a bit, unbuckled his jeans, opened them, and pushed them and his underwear down past his hips, letting his hard dick spring free. Then I took it in my hand, gave it a few strokes, & led him over to the sofa by it. It was a pretty impressive one, both in length and girth.
We fell down onto the sofa, me on the bottom and him between my open legs, and began to kiss lustily again. Before long, he'd managed to get my bra & panties off, and I'd unbuttoned his shirt and gotten that off too, so we were both naked. I reached down between us, grasped his hard dick, positioned it an my entrance, and lifted my hips us sharply, getting the head inside me. Then he pushed forward, getting it in the rest of the way. I must say, it felt really great being filled like that. Then he started moving, and it felt even better.
To make a long story short, he fucked me until he came inside me, and when he did, I came too. When he rolled off me, I still felt like I needed more, so I coaxed him over onto his back, slid down, and started to suck him. He was still about half hard, so it didn't take long before he was completely erect again, Then I kneeled up, swung my leg over him, guided the tip of his dick to my entrance again, and dropped my weight down on him, completely impaling myself on his beautiful shaft. Then I started to lift myself up and down, fucking myself on it while he played with my breasts and hard nipples. This time it lasted longer, allowing me to cum 2 more times before he emptied himself inside my pussy for the second time that night.
After we recovered, I started to feel a little guilty about what we'd done, but I didn't say anything to him about that. I just told him he'd better get dressed and go, before S woke up, and before his parents started to worry why dropping me off was taking so long. He agreed, seemingly reluctantly, and got up and dressed. Then I walked him to the door, still naked myself, with his cream seeping out of me and down my inner thighs.
When we got there, I hid behind the door as I opened it, not wanting to be seen naked by any neighbors who might still be up at that late hour. He started to walk out, but much to my surprise, at the last second he turned around, grasped my upper arm, and pulled me out from behind the door. Then right there in the light of the open doorway, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard and deep. I struggled a bit at first, but gave up after a few seconds and kissed him back. I felt like I was doing it with the whole world watching, but at the moment, I didn't care.
When the kiss finally ended, I pushed him back and said goodnight. He said thank you and goodnight, and then turned and left. Then I went upstairs, took a quick shower, put my nightgown on, and got in bed next to a still sleeping (passed out?) S. I kept thinking about what had just happened, and my mind kept wavering between how great it had felt, and deep feelings of guilt that I'd let it happen, so it took me a very long time to fall asleep.
Now on to today. When S woke up, I was hoping that he'd make love to me, to sort of reclaim me after what had happened last night, but he was far too hung over for that. All he wanted was coffee and quiet. Around mid-morning, I started getting texts from B, telling me how great last night had been for him, how beautiful ..(continue confession)
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