Confessions Between Lovers

Mandy and Cole pooled their money and got a hotel room. They drove through Wendy's and picked up dinner before heading to their room.

It was a clean, but inexpensive, hotel, owned and operated by a middle aged couple who knew their hotel was a get away spot for locals wanting privacy.

They had announced their engagement the night before. Cole had asked her parents for their blessing, said he wanted to marry their daughter. They hugged him and welcomed him to the family.

A few minutes later he went outside with Mandy where he formally proposed. She said yes. He put the ring on her finger. They went back inside her uncle's house and announced their engagement.

Besides lots of hugs and congratulatory handshakes the two of them did a lot of drinking. They ended up spending the night at Mandy's house, but in separate beds on opposite ends of the house.

They slept late, drank a lot of water throughout the day, and lazed around her house.

When her parents weren't around she told him, "I want to be alone with you. Let's rent a room."

They told her parents they were going to dinner and a movie. Her parents told them to have a good time.

An hour after checking in, the newly engaged couple paused in their lovemaking to eat what was now cold food. They didn't care. They cuddled and talked about the previous night. She looked at her ring and said it was beautiful.

He laughed and said she had better like it as she had picked it out.

"I did didn't I?"

She had Cole wrapped around her finger. Their friends and family knew it, thought it was cute. Cole knew it too. He didn't care if people called him hen pecked, pussy whipped, or referred to as wearing the pants in their relationship.

They lay on their sides facing each other. His four inch erection poked against her pubic mound.

"Now that we're engaged my parents won't freak out if I get pregnant."

"I think they would still get upset."

"On the surface, but deep down they would be happy. They want grandkids."

"Don't you want to wait a few years before we start having a family?"

"Not really. I'm ready to be a mom. Are you ready to be a dad?"

"I think so."

"That doesn't sound very confident."

"I am. I just didn't know you wanted to start trying right away. If you want a baby I want you to have a baby."

They kissed. She asked him to go in her. It was their first time having intercourse and not using a condom.

It didn't take long. She could tell it was very intense for him.

"That felt really good didn't it?"

"It did. I wish it felt better for you."

"Don't worry about me. I like the closeness."

She looked him in the eye and said, "I know what you can do to make me feel good."

He went down on her. He experienced another first, licking semen from his fiancé's vagina. Both of them got into it, she loudly telling him to clean her out and he groaning in response tonguing her love hole with even more urgency.

At one point he extended his tongue and made it as stiff as he could. She grabbed his head with both hands and pushed his head back and forth telling him to tongue fuck her.

Her orgasm was very intense and different.

As they cuddled she said, "Your tongue wasn't touching my clitoris."

He responded, his voice a bit sad, "If I lasted longer maybe I could make you feel that good with my penis."

"You'll last longer. We don't do it often enough so you get really excited."

He laughed, "I get really excited even when we're not having intercourse."

He was referring to the instances which weren't infrequent when he climaxed while licking her. Eating her pussy aroused him a great deal.

She asked him what he looked forward to and what he was going to miss now that they were engaged.

"Marriage. Being with you all the time. Privacy and freedom to do what we want when we want. Taking care of you."

She promised him she would find plenty of things for him to do. She looked forward to the two of them doing things together as equals, then winked, and said not fifty-fifty, but seventy-thirty.

Before taking her erect nipple into his mouth he said, "More like ninety-ten."

She laughed because they both knew it was true then reminded him, "I am your queen."

"Yes you are."

He lovingly sucked her nipple then moved to the other one. She had sensitive breasts. She loved to have them played with. She moaned. Her breathing became heavier.

She had orgasmed from having them played with, the orgasm wasn't as intense as when she had her clitoris stimulated, but was intense enough.

"Are you hard? I want you in me."

He got on top of her. As they fucked she told him she wanted him to pull out.

He did as she requested and ejaculated on her thigh.

Instead of telling him to get a washcloth or grab a handful of tissues she told him she wanted to be licked, but reminded him he needed to clean up his mess.

"Like you did when you came in me."

He licked his cum off of her.

"Watching you do that is so hot. I like how nasty and uninhibited you are with me. You're my little cum eater. This will be our secret."

Her words aroused him even as they made him feel like what he had done made him less manly, less heterosexual, but effeminate even bisexual. He was doing what women do, ingesting their man's semen.

The taste wasn't unpleasant, but different than the way she tasted. Its consistency, quantity, and odor were different.

He liked how her juices replaced the taste in his mouth. He took his time licking her, alternating between slow and fast and what parts of her sex he focused on.

She told him he was the best pussy licker ever and said this is where his face belonged, between her legs. He couldn't help but wonder if she was comparing his skill at cunnilingus to other men's.

It didn't upset him but aroused him to mentally picture her in the back seat of a car with her legs spread and see the back of another man's head as he used his tongue to pleasure her.

He wondered why she was comparing him to other men, to boost his ego or to initiate a conversation.

By the time he had finished pleasuring her his penis was again erect.

"I want you to titty fuck me, but only if you promise to lick up your cum."

He agreed. He applied lotion between her breasts, straddled her. She squeezed her breasts together while he moved in and out between her breasts.

Within a few minutes he ejaculated. True to his word he licked off of her breasts the semen he had deposited.

He lay down beside her. They cuddled and exchanged a few kisses. She told him his kisses tasted of cum.

She picked up their earlier conversation, "You told me what you are looking forward to, but what are you going to miss?"

He said, "I can't think of anything I'm going to miss. What about you? What are you looking forward to and what are you going to miss?"

"The same thing as you, having you around to spoil me twenty four seven instead of when you are in town, knowing I can go to bed and wake up with you, buying a house, starting a family, pursuing my career, not having to wait to have sex although I will miss making out in the car or going to hotels like this."

"We can still do that."

We can, but will we when we have a house to make love in?"

"True, but we could."

"What else are you going to miss?"

"Freedom."

"How so?"

"I can't keep doing what I've been doing the past three years, having friendships with other men, going out with them."

He told her, "I won't stop you from having friends and doing things with them, male or female."

"What about you? Don't you want to do the same?"

"No. I'm more of a homebody than you are."

She nodded her head in agreement, "That's why we're a good match. Not many boyfriends are as accommodating as you. I didn't even need to twist your arm to get you to agree to stay home with the kids so I can climb the ladder."

Three years ago they met while he was home from college for the summer. Knowing they wouldn't see each other but half a dozen times during the semester she asked if she could go on dates on a non interference basis.

He hadn't wanted to say yes, but after doing some soul searching he agreed to her request. She was excited and relieved because it demonstrated his commitment to her and because she was either going to break up with him if he said no or date behind his back.

It was a very important issue for her. She wasn't looking to replace him, but she also didn't want to be tied down at her age. She felt she could be in a committed relationship and still date and have friendships with other men.

It had worked for them. He hadn't dated while they were apart for a couple of reasons. He hadn't felt the need to and whenever he had extra money or time off he wanted to spend with her. While he didn't begrudge her having it easier than him he wondered if he would see things differently if he was a female.

Men paid to do things with them, to have their company. Women didn't do the same for men. Even when she paid for them to do things because he was broke or needed to save for the rent or school or a car repair, she didn't do so all the time.

He couldn't help but wonder if that was part of the draw of dating, to have a man pay for your dinner and entertainment. In return it cost her nothing, but her time. If the date went well she had an enjoyable evening.

He also wondered if women liked being asked out because it reaffirmed their attractiveness. It had to be a huge boost for their ego and self confidence, not that Mandy lacked self confidence.

They were both looking at her ring, the symbol of their commitment to one another. Her status was different, but also the same, still single, just showing she intended to marry at a later date.

"You still have another semester before you graduate."

"Another five months of barely seeing each other," he said.

"That's a lot of weekends you won't be here."

He took his eyes off the ring and looked at her face. She met his gaze.

He knew she had something she needed to get off her chest, something big.

"Go on," he said.

"I was thinking. I know I'm engaged, but would it be okay if I went on a date if I get asked out? I'll wear my ring and let them know I'm engaged, just like I told them I had a boyfriend."

He thought about it. For three years she had dated him and other men. Their relationship hadn't just survived but thrived. She was now going to be his wife.

"Yes, it would be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Only question I have is what will your parents, siblings, our friends think?"

"They may not approve but they won't say anything. They'll figure it's none of their business. Besides, none of my family or our friends have ever said anything negative the past three years."

She chuckled, "I bet most of them already think I'd keep dating after I got engaged."

He nodded his head in agreement. They knew she viewed relationships and the roles of men and women differently. They described her as independent and as the boss in her relationship with Cole.

She kissed him on the lips and said, "I'm glad you're okay with me doing this."

She found their discussion very arousing, but it was his saying yes that lit the fire between her legs.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down as she rolled onto her back. A half minute later he was slowly using his tongue to bring her pleasure, running it up and down and inside the warm, wet, pink flesh of her sex.

She closed her eyes. She hadn't told him, but she had been asked out. He knew she was in a serious committed relationship but still wanted to go out with her.

She hadn't given him an answer, just told him she needed to think about it. She was now contemplating if she should tell Cole that night or right before he left to go back to school or in a letter after she had gone on her date.

She had been wanting to tell him while he had his face pressed against her pussy, making love to her using his tongue, to see his reaction, but had worried it might upset him and ruin the short time they had together.

Now that they were engaged she knew he felt more secure. After all he had told her he would be very supportive of her having male friends after they married and doing things with them. If that wasn't a green light she didn't know what was.

Besides, her gut told her it was time to quit putting it off. She anticipated his response and knew once she told him she needed to stay the course. After he processed the shock, hurt, and humiliation she would offer herself to him. He would fuck her, climaxing quickly with an intensity that surprised him. She would have him go down on her again, encouraging him as she caressed his scalp to clean her of the seed inside her.

"Cole baby, I have something to tell you. I got asked out. I told him not while you were in town and that I'm positive you're going to ask me to marry you while you were in town."

"He heard I was a good dancer and wants to go dancing. I told him I love to dance. You're good with this aren't you? Are you crying?"

She could feel Cole's tears land on her pubic mound. He had stopped licking her but had kept his face pressed against her sex.

She caressed his scalp and let him cry. When she thought he was all cried out, she encouraged him to get on top of her so she could hug him. His face was all puffy.

She told him she still loved him. He blubbered he knew she did. She reminded him she had been on dates before. He said he knew but this one felt different. She assured him the only thing different was her ring.

As she predicted, his penis was erect. She guided him into her. He didn't make it to ten strokes before climaxing. She pushed him down. He picked up where he left off, slowly licking her as she encouraged him to clean the semen out of her.

Her orgasm was one she would remember for the rest of her life, one to write down in her diary.

They cuddled and hugged afterwards.

"Why was your reaction so different Cole? I've dated a lot of men the past three years."

"Because I was ashamed by my reaction."

"Because you got aroused thinking about me and my date."

He nodded yes, "It's not normal. I should be angry. I'm jealous, but I also want you to go on your date. Even worse, I got very aroused. I imagined it was him you were having sex with."

"And me having sex with other men arouses you?" Mandy asked.

He nodded yes.

She hugged him tighter, "I don't want you to feel ashamed but excited for me when I go on a date. How long have you had this reaction?"

"Since your first date, Mandy."

"You know what I do on my dates is not what I do with you."

"I know, but I want it to be. We've never discussed what you do, where you go, what you talk about, how you feel, what you're thinking when you're on a date."

"I've wanted to, but thought it would be unfair to you. When you're here my focus is one hundred percent on you. What do you want to know?"

He laughed, "Everything. What made you stay with me and not with them? They live here. I don't."

"Because I love you. They are entertainment, to fill the time until I see you again."

"But you must like them to go on a date."

She said, "Not enough to break up with you. What do you do when I'm on a date?"

He smiled, "Jack off a lot."

She said, "I should be offended you think I'm easy, but I think it's sweet I have that effect on you. Is that all you think about me doing with my date, having sex?"

"No, I've masturbated to thinking about you two holding hands or cuddling in the theater, having a really deep conversation at dinner."

"The idea of me being in a relationship, developing feelings, turns you on?"

He nodded yes, "It scares me too. I've worried more than a few times I would get a letter from you telling me we were through."

"But you never did. It never crossed my mind to break up with you. No boyfriend would treat me as well as you have. You were a keeper, Cole."

She kissed him, reached down between them, grabbed his erection. At twenty one he could have erections all night. What he couldn't do was last more than a minute. She liked that he climaxed quickly. She also liked that he produced a lot of semen.

Studying his face, holding his penis, she said, "But the letters you wanted me to send you I never wrote, the ones telling you all about my date, sharing every detail."

"I promise you this semester will be different. My letters will make your penis raw from all the jacking off you'll be doing. It's getting late, but I want to do it again.

She pushed him onto his back, straddled him, rode his cock for fifty five seconds then rode his face for twenty minutes.

When he left she sent him on his way with a box full of groceries, an ice chest of leftovers, cookies and brownies she had baked, and a letter she had written for him to read and masturbate to.

She lived at home and needed privacy to write her letter. She was very happy when they left to go see a movie and have dinner. Cole was busy getting ready to go back to school.

When he was in town he worked for a company that filled temporary jobs. Most of the jobs were for one day. If he was lucky they would have him lined up for a string of jobs. They paid him each day in cash.

He felt like he needed to spend time with his parents and siblings. They were a nice family. His mom was definitely in charge while his dad was an older version of Cole, his life dedicated to keeping her happy.

She was obviously a very happy woman. Mandy and her got along very well because they were so much alike. She confided in Mandy that her son needed a strong woman like Mandy or he would be lost.

"He needs purpose and to be told what to do. He always has. He comes across as a self starter and he is, but he's also a pleaser."

Mandy said, "You're right. My mom describes him as doting."

Mandy used her parents' absence to write Cole a very different letter. She hoped he loved it.

Their last night together before he made the six hour drive they went to their favorite make out spot, a lover's lane, atop a hill, affording them a view of the city.

There were other cars there. Windows were open. Voices could be heard, but difficult to understand what they were saying. Music from the car radio or cassette played. As the evening progressed, there were the sounds of women's high pitched squeals and shrieks when they orgasmed.

Mandy and Cole ate their meal in the front seat, then climbed into the back seat where they began making out. It wasn't long before her breasts were exposed and he alternated sucking each one.

She had worn a skirt and removed her panties earlier. She hiked up her skirt signaling to him she wanted him to lick her. He pressed his face against her sex, inhaled her scent, rubbed her clitoris with the bridge of his nose, extended his tongue and tasted her arousal.

He asked her if she had contacted the man who asked her out.

"I haven't, but I'll see him tomorrow and tell him."

"Are you excited?"

She admitted she was then asked him if he wanted her to be excited.

"I do."

He began licking her, but pausing every once in a while to ask her to describe him, his age if she knew it, if they were going to dance slow songs or only fast ones, if they were going in a group or by themselves, if she was going to get dolled up for him.

She told him yes she would get a manicure and pedicure and her hair done, that she had a dress picked out, one he had not seen her wear, that she had bought to wear with him, that they were going by themselves, that he would pick her up at her house and meet her parents like all her dates had, that if the evening was going well she would of course slow dance with him, that he was older, taller, a cowboy, dark hair, blue eyes, handsome.

Their conversation made what he was doing with his tongue even more pleasurable. He seemed in no hurry. He knew she was very aroused.