As a newly married wife, I succumb to naughty desires
First Confession 1
When I met my future husband David I was 22 and had moved back to the area I lived in after finishing university. I thought I was pretty sexually experiences, because I’d seen and done some kinky things already. I will tell more about my teenage years later but my real confessions start with this one. David and I married within a year and we both wanted to raise a family from the start. I wanted to put a line under what some people would call my ‘promiscuous nature’ because yes I had enjoyed a number of lovers in a short period of time.
Even during my engagement period, I was having a last fling with a boyfriend from way back; a guy where I worked and my sister’s fiancé and I’m not talking about just one offs, no; each one was fucking me at least once a month. I had determined that once married I would be faithful.
My first step of extra marital
It was shortly after the birth of our first son in October 2003, Philip and Marge (Dave’s parents) lived only a few miles from us, they had both been over lots of times after the birth, then one afternoon Simon was maybe 10 weeks old, Philip dropped by on his own.
He been there about 20 minutes when Simon woke up and the first thing he wanted was feeding. My breasts were big and fat with hugely swollen nipples, but I didn’t give it a second though to undo my top and lift a breast out of my bra to let Simon suckle on the distended nipple. Simon got on with it straight away and I went back to my conversation with Philip, but I noticed he was distracted, as I realised why I felt 2 things, one a slow blush and another a wetness in my pussy. I will add here, that David and I had not had ‘satisfactory sex’ for about 4 months because of my pregnancy then with a young baby, who always seemed to be needing attention day and night, but mostly night. I had only that morning before Philip came over got a couple of hours myself.
We were seated in stools in the kitchen drinking coffee, so as Simon suckled away, I could see that Philip had a hard-on in his trousers, and I had a growing wetness. I was realising what I had just done was the first time he must have seen me doing that, I have breast fed in front of friends. I vaguely recall Philip asking how long Simon took on each breast and replying that he’d have 4 or 5 minutes or so before switching to the other. As I said that I was undoing the last buttons on my blouse, it fell to my elbows, Philip immediately got up to help me standing behind me, slipping my blouse off whilst I cradled Simon, He had placed his hands on my neck and ran them slowly down my back stopping at my bra strap, ever so slowly he unhooked my bra (as he later pointed out, I could have said ‘stop’ at any time), my breasts fell free and my bra joined the blouse on the table top and he walked around to face me. My exposed breast had a nipple so swollen and hard it could have burst.
No pretence now, standing in front of me he cupped that breast and ran his fingers across the nipple (he said I gave the deepest groan). The sequence of events from there dissolved into a mess, I think I must have laid Simon back in his carry cot, as Philip pulled my jeans and panties down and took me over the kitchen table from behind, I cannot remember being wetter in my pussy before entry at any time in my life before then.
I remember I felt myself cum as his cock thrust all the way into me with one shove, his first cum came quickly, well before I wanted him too, But as if he didn’t want me changing my mind about what we were doing he dropped to his knees and started licking and sucking at my pussy and tonguing my anus. It felt fantastic, but after a few minutes I turned and this time I sank to my knees and enveloped his cock with my mouth.
For the next 2 hours we fucked and sucked each other, it was like being with David again on our first days together. Our second cum of the day ended up down each other’s throats, an during the second fuck, a more slow and considered one where he took me higher, after making me cum a couple of times, before he let his seed go into me, I had an OMG moment, I was totally unprotected. Since my son’s birth I hadn’t gone back on the pill as my sex life with David was low; David and I had discussed having a second child quickly after Simon so he could have a brother or sister growing up; so birth control was not on my mind.
After Philip had gone, I realised how much I had needed that good fuck, I felt so much better and alive. For the next few weeks Philip was popping over on a regular basis, he asked that I greet him at our front door in just high heels and stockings with suspenders and a smile. He even brought me a sexy, higher heeled pair of stilettos. I complied not realising that was also exactly how he requested my mother and my sister greet him.
Three days later on his second visit he took me analy, not a new experience for me but one I didn’t do often, but he seemed to love it, especially when he pulled his cock out of my arse and trust it into my mouth, again something that I had done before. This second visit was loner and he was goading me into admitting I was a slut, it turned him on and I must admit it enhanced it for me. The idea of being submissive to him was forming and when he said he need a piss; I invited him to pee into my mouth which he did without any exclamation of surprise from him, almost as if he expected it. A previous boyfriend had talked me into letting him pee over me on several occasions, and tried without luck to get me to open my mouth when he peed over my head and face, but I hadn’t but to-day I was so horny, it just seemed such a real slutty thing to do, more so when I gulped it down, which I had to as we were still on the bed, and I didn’t want a mess, so I drank nearly all of it except a few trickles. Of course by the time he’d finished he was rock hard again, but he turned around and had me rim his rectum.
After he gone, I felt even better than our first time together and thought back on what we did. As he left he said he’d felt all along I could be a real good slut and today proved it. He said I hope you have some other slutty tricks for next time. I don’t know why but I said yes I had and smiled. But It dawned on me that already I had exceeded those sex acts I’d done with my husband and Paul my sister’s husband, neither had pushed me into drinking pee or deep rimming his arsehole. That afternoon I phoned Paul, he came over the next day and I did a repeat of my actions of the day before, he was delighted at how slutty I had become, matching my sister. I couldn’t believe how excited I was at fucking another man without birth control protection.
So that’s how my extra marital affairs started. I was just turned 23 and so Philip would have been 48. Our affair was once a week for most of the next few years and still continues. What I didn’t know at that time, was he had been fucking my mother regularly since meeting her just before my wedding, who was still a very attractive 45 year old and even before that he’s was bedding my engaged 21 year old sister.
I realised I was pregnant again about 8 months later, I also realised that it could have happened with sperm from either Paul, Philip or even my husband.
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