I am a pretty ordinary woman.
I don’t have a lot of juicy stories or adventures. My idea of a wild night on the town is usually going out with a few of my fellow moms and unwinding with some drinks while we eat fattening foods, protesting that we “really shouldn’t” as we shove mouthfuls into our faces.
Most of my weekends are spent doing the chores that were procrastinated during the week. Making sure the laundry is all caught up and sheets are changed on all the beds. Stocking the pantry for school lunches and organizing homework folders. Making sure the husband has freshly pressed shirts for the week ahead. Attending birthday parties and soccer games. Selling cookie dough and coupon books for the PTA.
It is easy to get caught up in the minutia. It is easy to forget that before the diapers and endless loads of laundry, before the toy-strewn stairs and parent-teacher conferences, I was a woman. Never a Goddess or a Glamour Girl. But a woman first and foremost.
Recently, I had a startling reminder that there is still a woman underneath the soccer mom exterior. That eye-popping reminder came in the form of a cock in my ass.
It was the third Friday of the month. Mom’s night out. I had been sitting in the bar of a local cantina, swallowing margaritas with abandon and listening to my girlfriend Pam talk about the endless stream of guys she was meeting in her post-divorce OKCupid online dating frenzy. I’m not going to lie. I was jealous. It had been so long since my husband had taken me on a date, or done anything more romantic than look at me over the edge of his laptop and say, “Wanna have sex?” And even that wasn’t happening very often these days. As she prattled, my thoughts began pulling me into a familiar and dark place.
I ordered another margarita and watched Pam discreetly text as we chatted. It didn’t take long before she had lined up some action and gave me a lame excuse about needing sleep, promising to meet up again soon before she headed out of the cantina smirking. I glanced at my phone, it was 8:40. I thought about heading home but instead ordered another drink.
I didn’t go out that night with the intention of cheating. Hell, I hadn’t even shaved my legs. But somewhere between the jealousy, the alcohol and the fact that I hadn’t been laid in over two months, something inside me just gave in. When he approached my table and offered to buy me a drink, I didn’t even stop to ask myself if I should or shouldn’t. I didn’t think at all. I just acted.
I am ashamed to say I did it. I pushed the guilty thoughts aside and went to his place, a nondescript bachelor pad that I barely took note of. We got no more than three steps in before he pulled me to him and kissed me.
It didn’t take long for the clothes to come off. It took even less time for me to become completely lost in the feel of his hands and mouth on my body. I didn’t know this guy, but I did know that I liked the way he touched me. His strong hands were in all the right places and I happily gave myself over to the fantasy his touch created.
The sharp sting of his hand against my ass brought me swiftly back to reality. My skin lit on fire as my shocked mind registered the fact he had just spanked me. Hard. No sooner had the realization hit me then he struck again, the palm of his large hand landing flat against my pale round cheek. Flames of sensation licked across my ass. Again and again he spanked me, with such force that a sheen of sweat began to cover his face. I was starting to freak out, the painful heat becoming more than I could bear when he stopped.
“God you have a great ass.” He said breathlessly, trailing his fingertips across my blazing skin. He pulled his hands away long enough to yank my jeans completely off. He bent me forward, my palms splaying against the wall to brace myself. His foot pushed my legs wider apart and dropped to his knees. With a rush I felt his hands grab my tingling ass cheeks and spread me wide. Seconds later his face was buried in my pussy. I gasped, somewhere in my drunk mind registering the fact that his tongue was covering me from clit to ass, and it felt incredible. I moaned and pushed against his face, wanting more, getting lost in the sensations of his tongue lapping away at my swollen clit. Then I felt his tongue dip lower, flicking and swirling around my ass.
Now I am not someone who has never had her ass touched. Not like my friend Jenny who would rather swim through maggots than have a guy touch her asshole, but I am not that experienced with it. Assplay isn’t something my husband keeps in his standard rotation of tricks. But when this guy’s tongue started flicking across my ass and I could feel his hands gripping my cheeks and stretching me, I went gonzo.
I ground my body against him, I moaned and demanded he lick my ass more. There was no discomfort and I felt no embarrassment. Just dirty exhiliration at the sensation of his tongue probing my ass while his fingers delved into my pussy. He moaned in pleasure as my juices coated his hand and flowed over his palm. Thrusting up into me faster, he slid one of his lubed fingers into my ass, easing it slowly in as his tongue teased me open. My volume ticked up a notch. He slid that finger slowly in and out, stretching my tight, virgin ass. My fist pounded the wall.
Between the fingers filling my holes and his clever tongue it wasn’t long before I was cumming hard, gasping and filling his palm with liquid. He stood, face shiny with my juices and a demonic glint in his eye. He said nothing, just took my arms and led me to the back side of his couch. He bent me forward and without preamble, slid his cock into my still-tingling pussy and pushed his thumb into my ass. I came again in short order, shocked and amazed at how good my body felt.
He pulled out of me, grabbed my cheeks and spread me again, bringing the head of his cock to my ass and pressing against me. “Now I think I’ll fuck your pretty ass.” He told me and my pussy clenched and drooled in response even as raw fear swirled in my chest.
He eased slowly into me, encouraging me to relax my body as his cock carefully took up residence in my ass. I was speechless. The feeling of him filling me, the pleasure-filled pain of my body stretching to accommodate him, the sheer taboo thrill of it, all rendered me speechless. All I could do was groan.
And then he started fucking me.
Short strokes to start, just letting my body adjust to it. His hands roaming me, flicking my clit, teasing my pussy, pinching and twisting my nipples, as his strokes got longer. I could hear his breath coming faster, his groans of pleasure echoing my own. His deep voice filled my head with words so nasty I can’t repeat them without blushing. And I loved every second of it.
His hand slid across my back, up to my neck. I grunted as he gripped a handful of hair at the back of my head and pulled roughly. He used my hair like a handle, pulling me back against him, forcing me to meet that hungry cock thrust for thrust. He shoved two fingers into my pussy and the combination caused me to shudder and start cumming again. This time, he joined me. Filling my ass with his cum; conquering new territory in the name of man.
When I woke the next morning with a pounding headache, you could not see the red marks on my skin. I barely remembered the cab dropping me off at home. But my ass was sore and I smiled every time the familiar ache went through me that day. I don’t even remember his name. But I sure as hell remember what he did to me.
And that’s my confession.