Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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With the usual caveats, this story contains descriptions of infidelity, cheating, cuckolding, drug and alcohol abuse, unprotected group sex, and depravity. If these are not of interest, or repugnant to you, hit the back button now, and save us all some time.
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For a period of time, following KK's discovery of an affair I'd engaged in for about two years, we were in joint counseling as part of our plan to reconcile, rather than divorce. A recommendation the therapist made was on the notion of 'coming clean' - clearing the air, telling one another about any past indiscretions. The therapist's theory was that it would build trust, although it would certainly be a difficult process to go through.
Spanning several months after the therapist's recommendation, KK and I made appointments, sort of scheduled dates, to attempt these confessions. The usual pattern was a Friday evening dinner-date, where we'd go out, share good food and wine, then either return home, or check into a hotel for the night. We would then strip naked, get into bed, and initiate the session by making out, until both of us were aroused, our individual guards were down, inhibitions relaxed. The therapist had recommended this general scenario as a tool, in which we would use the otherwise painful confession of indiscretion to stimulate, arouse, and seduce the other, perhaps following a mental and emotional process of substituting an affair partner, in KK's case, imagining me in that role, or vice-versa.
One of KK's confessions stands out, her disclosure of a series of sordid events that actually occurred before we were married.
In context, KK and I were engaged during our college years, initiated by my proposal the summer before we started college. By the time we were in our second year, during the spring semester, things seemed to be changing between the two of us.
KK, then my fiancΓ©, seemed to be more aloof, distant, less connected to me, but I could not figure out why. By spring break, she broke off our engagement, leaving me feeling desperate, empty, and devastated.
By the late part of the fall semester of our third year, things were returning to normal; eventually we reconciled, resuming our engagement.
I was left with strange, inexplicable feelings during the period of time we were split up. I was intensely, overwhelmingly obsessed about my fiancΓ© and her sexual encounters with other guys, real or imagined. I was fixated on the idea of her fucking, sucking, and being a dirty little slut with, and for other men.
That experience changed me forever.
The night of this particular confession session, KK and I had checked into the airport Marriott. Her sexual trigger of hotel stays was one lever for me to pull, stimulating KK's desire.
There wasn't a particular order to who would be the confessor during these sessions. It was a dynamic process, with varied stimuli leading to one or the other initiating the confession, in a few cases both of us would disclose a past event.
In bed, I kissed KK's neck, nibbling her ears, tracing my fingers over her bare nipples, brushing her increasingly wet pussy lips with the fingertips of my other hand, while whispering in her ear dirty fantasies - of her being the center of attention for a large group of sexy young men.
KK was responding, breathing hard, becoming increasingly wet, almost dripping, her nipples were like little spikes, erect, with gooseflesh around her areola.
I was hard as steel, her smooth little fingers were tracing the veins of my pulsating cock, teasing it, from time to time she was lightly scratching my balls with her manicured nails.
KK said, "Would you like me to tell you a dirty, naughty secret?"
I asked, "What? Are you a bad girl? Have you been naughty? Is there something I need to know?"
I continued to touch her, stimulating her nipples, and her pussy lips. KK kept teasing my cock and balls, and said, "Yes - I think its time you knew..."
KK proceeded to tell me about certain events that took place during our college years, in the interval around the time we were split up. For context, our university was a fairly conservative place at the time - the campus had a no-alcohol policy, the dorms were all gender segregated. All of the fraternity and sorority houses were off-campus, mostly concentrated along "Fraternity Row," about two blocks from the main campus.
She said, "Do you remember that night we got into such a huge fight, when I told you I needed to cancel our Saturday date because my mom and dad were coming into town for dinner?"
I thought about it, and told her, "Sort of - I kind of remember that. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't invited, you gave me some bullshit excuse about them wanting some time with just their daughter?"
KK said, "Yes... that's the time I'm talking about. I lied. Kristen (her roommate at the time) invited me to go to a frat party with her.
She had just started dating one of the frat guys, wasn't really sure about him, and didn't want to go to the party without someone she trusted to look out for her.
Kristen begged me to go with her, and I couldn't figure out a way to say "No" to her, or to tell you, so I lied. It didn't seem like a big deal. Just a little lie. Besides, we'd been dating and engaged like forever, and I needed a little fun, instead of another same-ol' date."
My cock seemed to be involuntarily swelling, getting even harder with anticipation. KK told me all about the party, in graphic, lurid detail.
It seems that KK and Kristen arrived together, enjoying a few drinks - beer, wine, punch, then did some shots. The guy Kristen was interested in showed up at some point, they disappeared together, leaving my fiancΓ© alone with a group of mostly guys, and a couple of girls she didn't know.
KK told me that at one point she didn't feel well - "kind of 'spinny', and a little sick."
Undoubtably it was the booze, kicking her 90-lb. ass.
KK said that one of the girls she was drinking with asked her if she needed some aspirin, or "wanted to feel better?"
KK said, very softly, while fondling my hard cock, "I told her that I'd like to lie down for a little while, somewhere quiet."
KK related that the girl led her to an upstairs room on the third floor of the fraternity house, into a bedroom at the far end of a hallway, and they went inside.
She told me that the girl had some pot, and that they shared a joint - the girl told her it would make her feel better, and not be sick. KK said that it did make her feel a little better, but it made her feel sleepy too.
KK said that after they smoked the joint, the girl told her that she was going back to the party, and that KK should lay down and rest for a while, leaving her there in a twin bed in the room.
KK told me, "I was wearing short-shorts, sandals, and a tube top.
I remember it like it was just yesterday. It was that pink checkered one that used to get you so worked up and hard.
I guess I went to sleep - I remember waking up later because I felt something. When I woke up there was this guy sitting on the end of the bed.
My eyes were still kind of closed, he didn't know that I was awake. I pretended to be passed out.
He had one of my feet in his hands, rubbing it all over his big boner! I couldn't believe it - I was just kind of frozen, watching him rub his big cock on my toes! I felt something wet on my toes, waiting to see what he was doing.