Each day I have to pass his house, and each day I tell myself off at how stupid I've been. Every part of mind spins from the knowledge he's seen every inch of my body. And that he's put his unbelievably fat cock inside my mouth, pussy and asshole. It wasn't even his idea or him who wanted the sex at first. Now I fear he'll tell someone if I don't let him fuck me every time my husband works away.
I was drunk and angry. We'd argued again over my husbands job and the fact I was to be left alone for another three weeks. A fortnight after he left for Europe without hardly any contact, I got drunk and sat on our porch still drinking. Pete passed to go into his home, but being lonely and having drunk two bottles of wine, I blurted out to Pete something like "Your single right, wanna empty your sac..... In me".
Pete is a large very muscular 49 year old simple man. He's mixed race and lives in his mothers old home. We moved in next to him eighteen months ago and he'd been nothing but nice to us both.
At first he asked me if I was alright. I don't remember what I said back, but I kind of remember standing up, bending over, lifting my short skirt and pulliing my panties to one side. Pete smiled and the rest is as they say, history.
This isn't bullshit, the man fucked me until I became sober. The dawn was breaking, as was my asshole. I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me with super fat cock. But I distinctly remember thinking "I hope my pussy and asshole shrink back to normal by the time my husband gets home".
Before Pete left our house, he had me lick and suck his cock clean of my pussy and anal juices. And the cum he'd filled me with.
I wasn't drunk when he called by two nights later. I'd be lying if I say I didn't enjoy the sex we had, because haviing his fat manhood make me cum as much as it did, was a total joy. Again he had me suck and lick his cock and balls clean before he walked the fifty paces to his front door.
My husband arrived home and thankfully he didn't want sex for a few days. He did however comment on how much I wanted anal sex when we did. It was because my asshole was the tightest hole he had to fuck.
Pete hasn't said anything about us to anyone as far as I know, but he did ask me ten days ago when is my husband going away again.
I've dreaded walking past his house since. Not because he's older than me or that he's a simple man. But because I know how stupid I've been, to allow a larger sized man to make me cum so much, and that maybe I'll always want that in future.

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