I’ve seen some recent confessions where guys show off their drunk or sleeping wife.
I would want to see mine being well fucked.
I’d love to see some strange cock giving her a good shagging, before filling her with cum.
I’m sure this will never happen as I love my wife, but the fantasy is always there
I love the idea of exposing my wife to other men. However,the only times this has been possible is when she’s had too much to drink. This is the story of my first time
On her birthday I booked an Italian restaurant on the other side of the city. I decided we would get a cab, and not have to worry about driving home. I’d bought my wife a great wrap-around dress, that came to her knees. While waiting for the cab we had a couple of drinks. When the cab came my wife got in first, and nestled herself in the centre of the seat. Her dress rode up her thigh a little, and I noticed the driver. a large overweight man, adjust his mirror so that he was looking directly at my wife’s legs. She was totally unaware of this. At the resaurant, I asked the cabbie if he could pick us up at 11.30. “My pleasure” he said
By the time we came to leave the restaurant my wife had had maybe one drink too many, and was a little unsteady on her feet. As I guided outside, the cabbie driver was there waiting. Once again I sat her in the centre of the backseat, and climbed in beside her. She laid her head back and was soon out of it. I shook her shoulder but no response. As earlier the cabbie had adjusted his mirror, and was looking at my wifes legs, as her skirt had parted. Knowing she was not going to be aware of what was happening, I carefully slid my hand up her dress and rubbed her pussy, aware that the driver was taking it all in. I then folded back her dress allowing him a clear view of her panties. He tried hard not to be obvious, but I could see him looking at every opportunity. I then took the edge of her panties and folded them under, exposing one half of her pussy lips. I then dropped my head back, allowing to see whatever he wanted. As we arrived back at our flat, I covered my wife over, and woke her up.
The driver took the fare, and said that if we ever needed a cab again to ask for him.
Since then, I’ve had 2 more opportunities to show her off, which I’ll related later.
I have the most awful confession to make. I am in lust with my own biological mother. I feel terrible about it. I am a happily married man with a young child. I love my wife, but I can not overcome my lustful desire for my own mother. When I make love to my wife I close my eyes when I am ready to cum and imagine that I am having sex with my mother and that I will impregnate her with my own child/sibling. I even masturbate to the same fantasy daily. It has nothing to do with looks – my mom is not an attractive woman at all, and my wife is very attractive. I am just excited by breaking the ultimate taboo with her. I have never admitted this to my wife, although I feel I should. I have admitted it to my mom accidentally. I often spent the night at her house while I was in college (she lived not far away), and she once caught me on her computer reading mother-son incest stories. I admitted that I wanted to have sex with her, which horrified her. She has forgiven me, but our relationship has never been the same since. She is always a little bit on edge around me, and won’t even hug me any more (since it will arouse me). I wish that I could take this lust away, but I can’t. If I could just have sex with her once, I’m sure I’d be fine, but I know it won’t happen. I am sorry mom, and I am sorry to my wife.
I am an older, married gentleman , because of medical reasons my wife can not have sexual activities . My sex drive is verry high and I do please myself a few times a day and do enjoy sharing with Ladies on the Internet on cam when possible but only with mature women . I use to feel bad about it but no longer do . I greatess joy is to share thoughts constant_craving2006@yahoo.com
I’m scared I’ve just become that girl who’s just there to fuck when he feels like it. But I’m not, and i refuse to be. I miss him endlessly. I think about him whenever he’s not with me. Which is pretty much all the time.
I keep telling myself that he would be with me if he could, and he would try if he could. But now I’m beginning to doubt that,
When will I get to be with him?
I sent an anonymous letter to a Muslim girl I knew whose parents were really traditional, telling them that she was not a virgin. She got disowned and had to move to New York. I did it because she used to date the guy I ended up marrying, and I thought she was much hotter than me. It drove me nuts with jealousy.
While my wife was sleeping, the window cleaners came. I don’t know why, but i opened the curtains, and pulled back the bedclothes, leaving her completely exposed. I left the bedroom door slightly ajar and stood on the landing so that I could see the window cleaner when he got to the window. He did a double take when he saw my wife then went back down the ladder. Within seconds the other cleaner was up the ladder enjoying the view too.
I regretted my actions afterwards, but at the time it was great
My boyfriend finally talked me into having anal sex. It was the BEST sex I’ve ever had. I’ve never had a more intense orgasm than when I could feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of my ass. The problem being when he pulled out there was crap on the end of the condom. It really grossed him out and now he refuses to do it again. I think I might have to start cheating on him just to get someone willing to fuck me in the ass. Now that I’ve felt how great it is, I cant just not do it anymore.
I have been with my boyfriend fro three and a half y ears, but recently, i have messed around with another guy. Since my boyfriend is the only person I have ever been with, I am scared to have sex with the other guy. But I want to soooo bad. God, I want his cock. When I can finally end it with my boyfriend and completely get over him, the other guy will be the first on my list to fuck. I can’t wait for the new experience. My pussy aches every time I think about his thick perfect cock.
ihate fucking niggers…they can all goto hell…they fucking smell like pig assholes…i hate their hygine habits, their odors, their voices, there fucking lips, they look like fucking silverback gorillas, i hate how they turn white girls into nigger loving sluts,woogieboogie niggerswoogie boogie!! they go to the movie theatre and u cant see them but u can here their fucking jungle noices
Bless me, reader, for I have sinned. It’s been ten years since my last confession.
My last real confession, that is – locked in a dingy upright coffin, talking into a screen and trying to remember the words to the Act of Contrition.
Actually, it’s been about an hour and a half since my last confession.
I started on postsecret. It’s an organization (or maybe just some guy) to which people send homemade postcards illustrating their secrets and fears. Among today’s posts are “I can’t decide if I like being married or not” and “I know it’s not possible, but I would like to have a vagina, and a penis.”
But there’s no depth to the postsecret stories. You get a catchy little tidbit of someone’s deepest darkest, but…the more I read the more I wanted. Postsecret is the in for most of us, then you hear about other online confessionals: grouphug.us, dailyconfession.com, sosecret.com, rawconfessions, confessionsjunkie, e-admit, Keyfess – the list goes on. Coming from a Catholic education, tho, my fav has always been notproud. It separates the vices into seven categories. Lol, what else? The seven deadly sins.
“I assume a paternalistic attitude with my girlfriend whenever she steps her toe slightly out of line, and spank her until she cries. I tell her it’s for her own good, but I really do it because it turns me on.” Sec Today’s lust. Aren’t people disgusting?
I know it’s sort of sadistic and weird, this obsession with other people’s cruel idiosyncrasies. It also becomes a kind of self-aggrandizing ritual. You think, ‘Ok, I may have been a heinous bitch to my best friend today but check out this bastard who beats his gf to get off.’ You spend a few weeks observing but then one day at work the perfect one-liner confession pops into your head. After that, you’re just a few doubleclicks away from being glued to the monitor every time your boss takes a piss. Crazy, I know, but look who I’m talking to…you’re reading my LJ and unless you’re my sister Meredith or my bf Tom, you’re most def an established blogspotter.
My first online confession: “I use my roommate’s toothbrush after she leaves in the morning.” Since then, I’ve gone on to admit petty theft, sexual fantasies, felonies, even how I bought most of my undergrad thesis online – always anonymous, mixed in with hundreds of other daily divulgences…tho maybe I should call them indulgences.
I read the following postsecret this afternoon –
“Two months after cheating on me, my boyfriend got an e-mail from the girl he slept with – she wrote to tell him she was pregnant. I erased the e-mail and he has NO idea.”
and I thought, ‘is this a confession at all?’
Fessing up to something online is like admitting it to the trees in your backyard, only with a few thousand megabites of decadence thrown into the mix.
Confession has always been a selfish thing. Most of the time people confess to unburden themselves and in the process burden the wronged with their wrongdoing. But the point is that you’re overcome with guilt, so you put it out there and deal with whatever consequences ensue.
But what happens when there are no consequences?
I mean, drop me a line if you think I’m wrong, but I want to say that confession has typically been one of two things: you either confessed to God’s earthly proxy and received penitence in form of prayer, or you just came out and told the person you’d screwed over and braced for the impact of whatever emotional ramifications came along with the admission.
When you have neither the social/emo shit flying back at you, nor the threat of spontaneous divine retribution, what becomes of the act of confession?
Notproud’s gluttony of the day is “Pot is more important to me than my boyfriend.” Where’s the self-reproach in that? Half the confessions are written in an unmistakably boastful tone – that’s the fun of it. That’s how I got hooked. Notproud cyber-salutes sin.
Confession comes like everything for our generation, wrapped in greasy waxed paper with fries on the side. No waiting. No relevant worldly acknowledgement. No emotional consequences. No absolution.
The confessional blog is an orgy, hundreds of people linked into one big gluttonous, masturbatory celebration of their transgressions.
My last online confession: I have blogged with my friends’ secrets. I fucked around on my last boyfriend and told thousands of strangers, but not him. I have sinned and gone unpunished. I’m getting ready to post these confessions now.
one day i went to the bank and stole all the money out of my grandpa and grandmas bank account. i also took all the money out of my parents accounts as well. i ended up not telling them and i bought all the supplements for weight lifting i could possibly buy. Now my grandparents are broke and they have to live in a one room section 8 and my parents are drug addicts because they have no more money. i never told them and they never bothered to find out where it all went. As i type this i have many supplements rushing through my system and i dont feel guilty at all. Also i have fantasies about doing dogs and cats in the back room of the dollar general store i work at. Could this be a problem?
I would like to kiss every sweet inch of my boss’s sexy ass. She is 37 y.o. 5’8″ long light brown hair, very classy and sexy. When I first met her I couldn’t stand her. Now I think about making love to her all the time. When I worked with her last, she was bent over and I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute little butt. She is married and has four children and I know my chances are next to nil.
This summer we drove from Bristol to the Lake District. My wive wore a wrap around skirt and blouse. By the time we had reached Birmingham she was fast asleep. I took the opportunity to pull her skirt open, revealing her sheer white panties. I left her like this and drove alongside as many lorries and vans as possible to ensure the drivers got a good look at her.
While my wife was sleeping off too much to drink, I called room service for some coffee, knowing the lecherous old mn who run the small hotel would bring it. I told him to come in if there was no answer to his knock as I would be in the bathroom. I pulled back the covers from the bed, comletely exposing my wife. I spread her legs a little, so that her pussy was visble. I then went into the bathroom and starting running the shower. I heard the knock on the door and the manager enter. He must have been in the room 5 minutes before he left.
At breakfst the next morning he asked me if I enjoyed the coffee, and to call him anytime I wanted room service
I was still in High School, I had a big cock and was horny all the time, jerked off at least 3 times a day. My body is small and slim with very little hair, 5″4″,125lbs. My fat cut 7″ cock looked huge on me. I had been jerking off thinking about gay sex lately, I was very turned on by the fantasy of having sex with an older man, and having a cock in my ass.
I got a job working after school and weekends at a antique shop, it was ran by 2 older gay gentleman, very nice gentleman who were always flirting and teasing me. An older very distinguished looking handsome customer came in the store, he was a silver haired fox who looked like he had money.
The owners knew him well, he bought a small end table and asked the owners if I could help him unload it at his house, I thought this was kind of suspicous since it didn’t weigh much but my horniness and curiousity made me jump at the chance. We rode in his SUV to a big house in a ritzy neighborhood and I carried the end table into his house. He gave me a tour, it was huge and very nice, there was an indoor hot tub and he asked me if I wanted to soak for a while, I told him I didn’t have a swim suit and he laughed and told me I could go without, he always did.
I was getting turned on so I started to undress, my tank top came off first and my back was turned to him and I pulled down my cutoffs, no underwear and bent over to finish removing my cutoffs, it was a turn on to expose my ass to him, he watched me climb into the hot tub, my cock was rock hard. I watched him take off his shirt, he had a sexy chest covered with silver hair, he pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion exposing a beautiful 8″ cut cock, very fat. We sat in the tub for five minutes talking, he asked me if I wanted a massage, I moved over close to him with my back to him and sort of sat on his lap, I could feel that big cock, I started moving my ass around until it was between my cheeks, I moved up and down, it felt so hot, made my asshole spasm. He was rubbing my shoulders and back, he reached around and started massaging my inner thighs making my cock twitch, finally he started stroking my cock, I was so turned on it was all I could do not to cum. He had me stand up and started tonguing my ass while stroking my cock, I was in pleasure overload and exploded cum after about two minutes of this.
We went into his bedroom, still naked and dried off, he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees, grabbed the back of my head and guided me to his cock. I sucked on it hungrily feeling it get harder in my mouth, when he was rock hard he guided me to the bed and had me lay on my stomach. He ate my ass again this time harder, getting his tongue up inside me, this made my cock hard again, I relaxed and felt my boypussie open up. Next he slowly inserted one of his fingers , it kind of hurt at first but then I started to love the feeling. Two fingers was next with some lube, he two finger fucked me for along time, I loved how it felt, like I was getting stretched. I was moaning and moving my ass up and down.
He stopped and put his big cock back in my mouth, I sucked him for maybe a minute and he pulled out and rolled on a condom, had me get down doggie style got behind me and pushed that big cock head against my tight hole. He slowly pushed, I thought it was to big and would never fit, all of a sudden it popped in, the sensation took my breath away, it felt so huge and it hurt a little, but I was starting to relax and it was feeling better by the second.
He slowly pushed in until he was deep inside me and moved in and out very slowly to start with, it still burned but the thought of getting fucked, having a big cock inside me was such a turn on.
He fucked me for a long time, after I got used to it and fully relaxed the feeling was pure pleasure. My cock was rock hard.
The pace got faster and harder, finally I came again, without even touching my cock, such intense pleasure. He came and stayed inside me, I layed flat on my stomch with him still inside me, he slowly went limp, slipped out of me and rolled off me.