(This is a work of fiction.)
This text is based on a lengthy confession shared on a private group that I am a member of. It is being shared with the permission of the account behind the original post, with anonymising changes to names and some geography, as well as minor alterations to some other details - in other words, it is partly fictionalised to maintain anonymity. To reiterate: these changes have been made to preserve the anonymity of the original poster(s), and have been approved by them.
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I'm a 41 yo Londoner. Middle class professional, married, teenage kids. This happened in 2017. I'd been promoted at work earlier that year, and for the first time my role required overseas travel. In July that year I flew to the US East Coast (won't be naming the big city, as it could narrow it down for anyone I know reading this). My older half-sister's son lived in the city although I hadn't met him in years, but we were quite frequently in touch on socials. My nephew was in his mid 20s and working and also studying. His father had bought him a small one b/r apartment only recently, and he invited me to come stay with him for the couple of nights I would be in the city. I readily agreed, because I'd wanted to catch up with him for years. He met me warmly at the airport the evening I landed and we drove down to his place. On the way he told me he'd be away until late at night for a close friend's birthday, and hoped I wouldn't be too bothered if he made a bit of racket when he came in, and I wasn't to worry about where he'd sleep because he had a very comfy couch in the living room where he slept more often than in the bedroom, which was mine for the two nights, of course.
The apartment was cosy, obviously recently cleaned to welcome me, and the bedroom was neat and fragrant with a diffuser that was still quite full. He showed my around a bit before driving off to the party.
I had a long day ahead next day, and had had a decent meal on the flight, so decided to have a quick shower and jump into bed early. The weather was warm and dry, so my usual long summer nightshirt felt very right as I got into the crisp, fresh sheets and smiled at how much effort he must have put into getting things ready for me. I must have fallen asleep pretty much instantly.
It must've been pretty late, at least 1-ish, when I became aware of male voices in the living room. I listened for a while, but couldn't fully make out what they were talking about. I could distinctly hear my nephew's voice, which definitely sounded drunk, and there were two other men. He told them to keep it down to a low roar because 'aunty's sleeping' or something like that. But they were obviously all drunk and unaware of how loud they were. For a few minutes there was silence, then the clatter of something in the kitchen, and then someone clearly said 'is she fuckable!' This was followed by a burst of profanities and guffaws and more profanities. I was stunned.
I also realised I was furiously, very shamefully, aroused.
Things quietened down for a while, and I pictured them lying asleep on the couch and sofas outside. I hoped they would stay that way, because I did want a good night's sleep. But a few minutes later, I heard someone shuffling to the bathroom, and the bubbly sound of a stream of pee directed straight into the water. More shuffling. And then, alarmingly, someone slowly opened my door. I was facing the wall, my back to the door, in my habitual long nightshirt, legs exposed, and felt very confused and paralysed at this strange development. My eyes were fully open, and I could vaguely make out movement in the shadows around the room. I wanted to turn around but couldn't, telling myself he would just go away when he realised the bed was occupied. No need to embarrass him. But then the mattress moved under his weight. My heart was thudding so heard I could hear it echo around the room. I had goose pimples. I couldn't find enough oxygen to stay conscious. Whoever it was, he was now lying behind me, breathing heavily, flooding the air with alcohol fumes. I stayed still as a corpse, unable to think at all. The minutes felt like hours. I hoped to soon hear snoring or any other sign that he was asleep. But he clearly wasn't, because there was a hand resting on my thigh now.
I had my mouth wide open to take big draughts of air. The hand was burning hot, and he eased my nightshirt up my leg slowly, seeming to think me sound asleep. I remember no clear thoughts of mine, but I must have felt it safest to appear asleep. The thought also crossed my head that because I was wearing panties, he'd come up against that barrier and give up, if his intentions were of that sort. (What else did I think they were?)
The next few seconds were quick, and stunned me like nothing in my life had done until then. He wedged his hand between my knees, lifted up my right leg to create space to access me, and I felt his bulk move close to me, and his other hand worked at his own crotch, freeing up an erection that hit my leg and nearly gave me a heart attack. My right leg was now suspended high in the air with his hand, and my panties were moved aside with a couple of fingers to make way for the cock, which slid into my cunt, suddenly widening it along its length with hardness and heat. I could hardly control my shudders and shame at the heavy lubrication down there. He began to fuck me heavily, grunting low and I think imagining in his drunkenness that I was still safely asleep. I had my pillow jammed quietly and firmly into my face, and could sense nothing but the cock, the slapping of his body against me, his hand on my leg, his smell, my own intense arousal. After many minutes, he stopped, jerking slightly. His cock rested inside me, became hotter as his sperm began to fill up my insides, and he breathed very heavily. And then, if he still had any illusions that I was asleep, they were blown away because I came ferociously, my vagina contracting in a series of mini earthquakes around his cock and a low moan left my lips at the sheer delight of that sensation. He actually laughed at that, making my shame return! He stayed inside for a couple of minutes, savouring his orgasm, gave me a little pat on the leg, and proceeded to move out of the bed. I heard him tuck in whatever he was wearing, and walk out. He wasn't shuffling any more.
