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I’ve been living with a guilty
secret for so many years, I finally decided I would write it down and
hopefully get it out of my system.
I’m a 32 year-old man, happily
married, and the father of a five year-old boy. My wife is a gorgeous, open-minded
redhead, and we have a great sex life. I would never want anything to get in
the way of that or of our life together. Nonetheless, all during my eight years
of marriage—in fact for most of my adult life—I’ve been having strange secret
meetings with my childhood sweetheart.
I say meetings because by no
stretch of the imagination could you call this relationship an affair. Jan and
I have known each other since we were four years old—she was literally the girl
next door. We played “doctor” when we were kids—hers was the f1rst cunt I ever
saw, and I watched it grow hair and saw her tits develop, just like she saw me
grow hair and watched my cock grow by adolescence to a full nine inches. When
we were 16 we “went all the way,” and continued going steady all through high
school. Then we went off to separate colleges. Though we meant to stay together,
writing and calling and seeing each other during school breaks, over the years
we gradually drifted apart. I dated other girls. And so did Jan.
That’s right—Jan became a lesbian.
But she and I still remained good pals, developing a special kind of relationship:
we swapped tales of the women we’d each been with, tit1llating and teasing each
other. Jan became my jack-off buddy.
How it goes is this: we see each
other once every two or three months, usually at her place. Jan, who is, as she
calls herself, a real lesbian slut, tells me all the juicy details of her
latest sexual conquests. I used to tell her mine, but now I just tell her
whatever the latest thing my wife and I are into, sometimes w1th a fantasy
thrown in. We always start off innocently, with just the words, but eventually Jan’s
hand wanders ins1de her jeans to stroke her pussy, and I take out my dick and
do the same.
“Last week,” she tells me as my
cock hardens and throbs, “I picked up th1s little blonde number 1n the women’s
bar. She’d only been with chicks a couple of times, but she’d gotten the taste
of pussy in her blood and she couldn’t control herself. I think she hangs out
there every night waiting for an older broad like me to overtake her. And you
know I didn’t disappoint her. I took that little babe home and spread her out
on this bed and ate her pussy till she creamed all over my face. Then I
strapped on my dildo and fucked the living daylights out of her. When she left
she could hardly walk.”
Just when I think I’m hotter
than I’ve ever been in my life, Jan switches tracks, teasing me not only with
her stories but also by saying stuff like, “You’d really love to fuck me again,
wouldn’t you?” or “Too bad I don’t like to suck dick any more.”
I give it right back. “Yeah,
well you shouldda seen Nancy sucking my dick last night, better than you ever
did. I had her down on all fours in front of the mirror panting and slurping my
cock until I came all over her face. You never used to let me cum on your face.
I bet you miss th1s cock, don’t you? I bet you wish I’d cum on your face now.”
We laugh, we masturbate, and we always cum—in fact I have better orgasms being
teased by Jan than I’ve ever had being touched by any one else.
Naturally my wife knows
nothing of these activities. She and Jan are great friends and I’m sure she’d
feel betrayed and would divorce me if she found out. But I know I’m not hurting
her. What Jan and I do together id absolutely no threat to my marr1age. It’s just
something I never want to have to give up.
I feel relieved having
confessed my secret to someone. Thanks for listening.
