Sitting naked in front of my vanity mirror, I look at myself and wondered how long I can continue to go holding it all inside. I am a married woman,5ft 4in tall, curvaceous 38, 26, 38 full figured. I have waist length long black wavy hair,large brown eyes, full lips and oval face with dark olive complexion. Looking into my eyes I realize it time for confessions. To give voice to the unspoken and awareness to the unknown deeds,so here goes...
My husband and I live different and separate lives. His is the world of business and presentation in all that is important. His connections are for the most part surface only, even with me, his wife. I knew who and what he was when I married him and thought that my love could change him. How stupid of me! When I realized that was not possible I withdrew and sought out my own life which included satisfying my many desires and fantasies that were not being fulfilled in my marriage. So I went looking for a playmate, someone to fill that spot in my life and I found him or rather they found me....
The week of my search started with the death of a dear friend and end with her funeral. The rest of the week went by in a blur as I seem to have checked out mentally,but somehow I managed. I flew back home to attend her funeral alone, my husband had gone out of town on business or something. I attended my friends funeral amid the crowd of mourners, my loneliness didn't some so evident. After the Interment, I went to offer my condolences to her family and noticed even in my grief the very attractive man standing next to her mother. It was upon introduction by her mother that I found out that the handsome man was Marcellus, my friend's son. All grown up with eyes full of pain at the death of his mother and my friend, we both looked into each other eyes at that moment and saw more than we should have. Saying the correct words,but not hearing myself saying them I moved on in shock as my pussy contracted so hard I gasped. Stopping I glanced back over my shoulder to see Marcellus looking at me those green eyes of his and I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time... lust. I left and went back to the hotel where I was staying needing to calm myself as the realization came to me that I wanted to fuck my dead friend's much younger son. After taking a long shower and walking around the room naked letting my skin and hair air dry I found myself, my body wanting Marcellus. He had always been handsome even as a child, now as grown man he was even more so. Looking to be close to 6ft with a body that was toned by the requirements of his job as a fireman in Austin Texas,he had his mother's black hair cut close,those amazing green eyes with full kissable lips and his natural sun kissed skin. Yes,thoughts Marcellus were doing things to my mind and body and he wasn't even present. Then the guilt set in... here I was at my friend's funeral and I was thinking about fucking her son! As sat down on my bed in the dim light of my room surrounded by my guilt I heard a knock at my door. Reaching for my robe I put it on, then looked through the peep hole in the door. Leaning my head against the door and I lightly banged it once before opening the door "Dorianne"
"Marcellus,"I said afraid to look at him for fear of showing the hungry that I was feeling.
"Can I come in Dorianne?" Marcellus said as he stepped toward me.
I nodded not trusting my voice as I stepped aside and let him enter my hotel room. Closing the door I turned and was trying to make myself more presentable, by tying the belt of my rope into a knot and pulling my damp wild dark brown hair out of my face.
"How have you been Dorianne?" Marcellus asked standing there staring at the top of my head as I as could not bring myself to look at him for fear he would see and know my shame.
"Why is it wrong Dorianne, is it wrong because I am your friend son?" I am not a little boy anymore. I am a man and I know what doing and what I want. Right now, Dorianne I want you," Marcellus said as he stood solid and sure in front of me.
I closed my eyes and breathe in deeply and slowly trying to swallow down my shame, but when I opened my eyes he saw... he saw my lust.
All I could do was stand there as he approached me and pulled me into his arms and held me so tightly against him. Oh how I missed being held by a man.
"Trust me Dorianne, let me in," Marcellus said as he kissed the top of my head and then repeating it again against my trembling lips.
I gave in and gave up. It had been too long for me and I had on defense against him and what he was offering. It would be just this one time.. just this one time.. I told myself as open myself to him.
Marcellus slowly kissed a path down my neck as he ran his hands through my hair and wrapping it around his right hand forming a fist of hair. He yanks his fist pulling my head back as he unties the belt of my robe with his left hand. Once it was untied he slid if off my shoulder and let it fall to the floor to lie around my feet behind me. When his hand touched the bare flesh of my behind,I moaned into his mouth as my tongue and his searched each other out. The last things he stripped form me was my invisible social clothing, the vows of my marriage,the ideal that was getting ready to fuck my friend's son and that he was a much younger man. Now totally naked for his eyes and under his hands,Marcellus rubbed his face against my body inhaling the fragrant of my skin and feeling it softness as I rub my hands over his head and down his shoulders trying to feel his body through his clothes. On his knees to me Marcellus looked up and started to take off his shirt all the while taking in my body, it's curves,texture, color and even taste,which he took by leaning forward and sticking in tongue between the lips of my pussy. Touching nothing,he just slides it in and out coating his tongue with my essence. Marcellus stood up and stuck his tongue in my mouth allowing me to taste myself. Sucking his tongue after the first taste and I heard him moan as I helped him take off his shirt, then stepping back from me an kicked off his shoes then with his eyes still locked on mine he unzip his pants and pushed them to the floor. Marcellus now as naked as I,his cock stuck out from his body and its head was a deep red almost purple color. The rest of him was smooth with nice strong muscular legs and thighs. My eyes drifted up noticing the muscular texture of his skin and scars here and there that looked old. I continued my vision exploration of him, his chest,with his dark nipples,to his neck, lips and lastly but most importantly, his green eyes,that now looked at me with unspoken desire. I licked my lips tasting myself again and wondered what he tasted like and what would we taste like together? I guess he could read my mind,for the next think I knew we were in each other arms trying to devourer each other's mouths. Hands roam wildly with no direction seeking only to touch and feel the warm and softness of the other.
"What do you want Dorianne... tell me how can I please you???" Marcellus said as he held me his arms rubbing his body against mines causing all kinds of disturbances in mines.
"I want you to fuck me....Marcellus I want you fuck hard," I said as I grabbed him back the back of his head and kissed him hard.
I knew that there would be bruises in the morning as Marcellus followed through with my request. He licked,bit,sucked me up one side of my body and then down the other side. Going from back to front,no spot or crevasse was missed. He controlled my every movement,which I gave myself freely over to.
With a stack of condoms, Marcellus's sensual assault of my body was relentless. Fucking me on my knees with my ass up in the air, he rammed himself into me so hard that my knees felt like they had rug burns. Just as I was about to cum he pulled out picking me up he put me on my back on the bed. Not sure what to expect and frustrated for not be allowed to cum, I was left screaming into a pillow when buried his face in my pussy and took my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. I came shaking and jerking so hard that I thought my body was coming apart at the joints and that was just his foreplay. He later turned me into his slut when his friend and roommate came and join us. Tony was as tall as Marcellus almost a chocolate dipped version of him physically with the same close cut black hair, but having the most seductive bedroom eyes and a wicked smile. He had attended the funeral and he had seen me but I hadn't seen him. It now seems that he wanted me too. Marcellus had warmed me up and now that Tony had joined us, there is no way to describe what it is like to be under the hands and mouths of such demanding individuals. Tony entered me from behind, sliding his thick meat between my legs into my slippery wet throbbing hole as Marcellus continued to feed his oral fetish with sucking,licking, and biting my flesh. I was sweating,swearing,begging pleading for them not to stop,to make me cum until I couldn't cum anymore and they did.
I don't remember who got into my asshole first,but in one clear non orgasmic moment I found both men in me at the same time. Tony in my ass squeezing my tits and teasing my large nipples from behind, Marcellus was in my pussy with his tongue shoved down my throat. They set the rhythm because I couldn't move as I was sandwiched between their large muscular bodies. In and out of my body they moved and I was lost as more boundaries fell down between us. They picked up the pace and I could only let myself be taken away as the most exquisite sensation began to radiate out from my core. I started to cum in waves so hard that I thought I was going to black out, but I didn't as I laid there between .Letting me come back to my they started again this time they took me to the edge and came with me. Withering from my orgasm,it riding me like it was exorcises the demons( my marriage) that had taken me over .
At some point I was on my knees sucking one guy's cock while the other was fucking my pussy. The one in my mouth came shooting hot thick salty cum down my throat and I suck his cock clean just before I came again. Yes, again they switched and I sucked cock and was fucked from behind. Cumming this time was more than my system couldn't handle and I did black out, but not before swallowing cum from the cock that was in my mouth.
I woke up the next morning late into the afternoon. My body was sore in places that I didn't know could hurt. I was sticky and bruised but underneath it all I was sated. I got up with considerable effort and took a shower allowing the hot water to wash away the remains of the fucking feast. Once my head was clear after having a cup of coffee from the small coffee pot in the room,I sat down and looked around the room at the disarray from last night. Covers were everywhere and glancing into the trash can I saw that the trash bag was gone...I guess the guys took their evidences with them.
While drinking my second cup of coffee I checked my cell phone and saw that my husband had called and there was another number there as well and a message had been left. I got dressed, checked out and was at the airport waiting to board my plane before I check Marcellus's message.
"Baby,Tony and I want to see you again. Please call us when you are ready."
I replayed the message and listen to it until it was time for me to board the plane. As the plane took off, I revisited the events of the last 24 hours. I had come to pay my last respect to dear friend, I fucked her son, than was fucked by him and his friend almost out of my mind and now I was returning home. I remember nothing about the flight or the ride home when my husband who came to the airport to pick me up. So now it late, he is sleeping, snoring softly in the bed behind me as I stand in front of my vanity mirror naked looking at the bruises bits and rug burns from last night, evidences of my transgressions. I sit back down at my vanity and look into the mirror at my reflection and I admit to my transgressions, of fucking, being fucked and loving every moment of it. My confession is simply that my I have none for my behavior other than me wanting to ...
To be continued...
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