The Confessor

The Confessor

-Carl Chelsea (c) 2024

Her hands trembled as she turned the key in the lock. The familiar door seemed almost ominous as it swung open, its creak causing a momentary wince. "Hello?"

She got no answer. She heard the shower running in the back bathroom. "Okay." She sat on the couch and stared at her hands.

"Oh god you screwed this up so bad." She noted how her hands trembled still. "breathe." She closed her eyes. "Oh, Janet, why? Why why why?" She bit her lip and tried not to cry.

The shower stopped and she heard her husband moving around. "Shit."

He wandered out naked. "Oh! Oh, sorry. I, uh. You're back early."

"Hi!" She let her gaze float around his naked body, steam still rising from his flesh.

"Hi." He smiled and watched her. "See something you like?"

"What? No! Uh, I mean- Of course! I mean, yes. I mean... yeah."

"You're acting wierd."

"Sorry, just taking some mental pictures in case..."

"In case? What's going on. Why are you back from your seminar so early, damn it's still light out."

"Oh. Oh, it, uh... The meeting didn't turn out quite like I expected it to."

Oh. Well, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" She was nervous.

"Are you okay? What happened"

"Happened."

"Yes...happened?"

She stared up at him, he was so handsome. "Oh, Martin." He really did take her breath away especially when he stood there after a shower, naked and wet with steam rising off his body. "I'm so sorry."

"Oh. For what? What happened?"

"Dwain was there."

"Mmm, hm. Dwain. Isn't he always there?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't know he was going to be there. Didn't know... Then I saw him across the meeting room, staring."

"God damn Dwain. Always sniffing around you? Always-"

"Stop. Just stop. Please?"

"Oh, look, I'm mostly kidding. I get that he has the hots for you, it doesn't bother me so much. I can't very well blame him."

She couldn't look up. "I'm so sorry, Martin. So sorry." Her voice was just above a whisper.

"Oh?" He stepped closer, kneeling next to her he spoke quietly. "Oh. So, Dwain was there and something happened?"

"It was... oh, fuck. I don't know why it- It wasn't...he, I didn't stop. I got caught up in something. God! I'm so sorry!"

He frowned and shook his head. "Oh fuck. Please. Just tell me. You might as well. Start at the beginning, okay? Maybe you're making it worse than it is."

"Uhhh huh, I just, I want to take a shower first?"

"A shower?" He stared at her. "Are you okay!? Do you need a doctor, the police? What, what happened? Did he-!"

"Oh, no, no, no! I'm, I'm fine. Nothing like that! No, nothing at all like that. I almost wish it were... no, I don't wish that. I'm fine!"

"Did he touch you?"

She froze and stared into his eyes. She nodded quickly so she wouldn't lie. "Yes."

"Like last time? The fourth of July party?" He stared deeper into her eyes. "Did he try and get his hands inside you again?"

"Y- yes. Oh god. Don't hate me."

"You two... damn."

"Just don't hate me."

"Hate you? Why would I- Oh. Huh. You didn't tell him to stop this time did you?"

"I, no. It wasn't. Things got- Uhhh, I guess I...let him."

"You guess!?"

"I, god I'm so so sorry. He just wanted it so bad, and his dick was so hard. It must be painful for men to- Uh, I mean,...oh shit."

He stood. "How did you know his dick was hard?"

She struggled to look up and meet his eyes. "I was, uh, I was holding it."

He stepped back, his dick bouncing a little. "What?"

She stared at his dick. She loved how it looked when it was getting hard like this. "He, we, we were at the bar."

"At the bar!?"

"You're just going to hate me, Martin. God!"

"I won't. Just... Janet, just tell me what happened."

She snuck another look at his cock and wondered if it always got hard when he was this angry. "Well, uh- The speakers needed to take a break, so... I went up to the bar."

"The hotel bar?"

"Mm. Then Dwain came up behind me while I was ordering a drink. It was dark in there. I felt his hands on my waist. He whispered how he had been thinking about me and was very glad to see me again and then when I, and then I was ordering my drink, suddenly I felt him pressing against my ass."

"What was?"

"What? His cock. So hard. God he was so hard."

"Oh my god. Hard? He was, was he? Go on. Tell me the rest."

"Yeah... well... While I spoke to the bartender he held me still and he, and he just held me there. He's so strong. It was so odd to have a man holding me like that, I couldn't move away, I was kinda at his mercy I guess. -but it was dark and no one was really filing in yet, so I just, well, I guess I was enjoying it."

"Enjoying it? You enjoy being controlled like that, letting a man hold you captive like that?"

"Well, I mean, it was Dwain. Besides it was already a long day of boring presenters and here we were in a dingy hotel bar and a man controlling me, holding me immobile like that... Dominating me. Doing whatever he wanted to me. I never understood that before."

"Understood what? Dominating? God, Janet! What happened next?"

"He held me by my waist and, and he, oh god, Martin, I felt his shaft flexing and pressing against my ass."

"You didn't think to slap him?"

"I don't know! I, like I said, it was exciting. I'm sorry, it was! You know he's been chasing after me for years, and now here we were in this dark bar. I was flattered, I know it was wrong, and I'm so stupid to let it continue, like I did, Martin, but then he started uhhh, oh god he started humping against my ass with that stiff dick."

Martin bent forward and balled up his fists, pounding on his head. "God damn it, Janet!"

"I know! I was shocked. I froze up! I didn't, I couldn't believe what he- I mean, and it was so open, and,...so dirty. -and I couldn't stop...wouldn't." Her breathing changed and she seemed to drift to the memory. "Mmmmmartin! Don't get m-, please, oh god of course you're mad. Oh fuck, I fucked this up! I'm so so so sorry!"

"Uhh, no, no, just tell me the rest?" He took her hand and turned her away from him. "Was he doing this?" He took her hips and pressed his hard cock against her ass.

"Oh." She wondered where this was going. Why is he so hard?

"Yeah, like this?" He took her hips and ground against her ass. Standing behind his wife, naked, holding her captive, dominating her like this, he humped her ass hard and slowly kissed along her neck and jaw. "What else. What else did that bastard do to you?"

She wasn't sure how to react. She let him do whatever he needed to. A small subby urge tickled her brain and she let him do whatever he wanted. She owed him that much. "He... He... Ohhhh, oh yes! He, he reached around and held my belly."

"Like this?" His hand went to her lower belly and rested just above her pussy.

"Ooooooh! Uh huh. Like that. Mmm, Mm- his, his cock was so hard behind me. Yeah, like that. Oh, god. I reached back and squeezed it through his pants."

"I'm not wearing pants." He pulled her hand to his bare cock.

"Oh god! He, kept kissing my neck and then he, he took my hand behind me and slipped it into his pants. So I was holding, holding him like, like this. The bartender kept talking, kept talking and, and uh, talking and while I held him, he, while I held that big cock he slipped his right hand down the front of my skirt."

"Big cock, huh? How big, Baby?"

"Ohhh, well you have the best but his was thicker. It was hard to get my fingers around. But I just... Do you really want to hear all this?"

"Uh huh. Every detail please. -And so he fingered you? Like, like this?" He slid his hand down her skirt and made a mental note that she wore no panties. His fingers found her wet, slick and open. He moaned as he slid two fingers easily into her folds. "and you let him do it?"

"Y- yeeeeah. Oh, Martin. Yes I did!...I had to."

"Like this?" He gave slow strokes and tickled her clit.

"Guh- god yes! Oh my god, just like that. The bartender made my, my martini and- and he, he started flirting with me. He thought he was being cute, flirting with me while Dwain sucked at my neck."

"He must have liked what he saw. What was Dwain doing?"

"Dwain was kissing me, and of course he kept fingering me."

"And you didn't stop him?"

"Nnnno. I couldn't. It was too exciting. I got so caught up in things! I mean, oh Honey. We were at this seedy bar, right out in public"

"Did you encourage him?"

"Uhnnno, No I, uhh oh oh. Yeah. I spread my legs and I, I leaned forward. I focused on the cute bartender so he wouldn't notice. I noticed he was staring at my tits. God my high beams were on and he was almost drooling over me. I pushed my chest out at him. While I was asking him about his job, Dwain, he, uh, he, he made me cum."

"Oh, he made you? Isn't more like you came on his hand?"

"Yeh- yes. I came hard, all over his fingers. God! Nuh don't! Don't stop!"

"Did you shriek, you know, like you always do?"

"Yeh- oh god. Ohhhhh oh god, I did!"

He pulled her tightly to him and sped up his pleasuring. "Right there in front of the bartender?"

"Mmmmm, some people, muh- Mm some people were there too."

"So my sweet loving wife let a man finger her pussy to orgasm in a public bar in front of god and everyone!" His hand was playing across her labia and clit.

"I'm sorry. God I'm suh- so suh- so sorry."

"You say that but you are so goddam wet."

"Mmmm! It, it was, I mean mm, it was so exciting. Even telling you, well, it's got me, and you you keep grinding that naked cock on my ass, and your hand is almost halfway into my, my puh- ughhh! Oh! Ohhh fuck! You just, I just." She threw her head back and shrieked. "Oh! Oh God, Martin I just came so hard. You made me, you- Uhhhhh, oh god. You gave me an orgasm. So you seem to be okay with all of it?"

He kept grinding on her ass and moving his fingers inside her pussy. "You think I'm okay with my wife out there letting a man work her pussy like this?"

"No! No, I, uhh, I don't know! I really am ashamed."

His free hand slid up to her tit. "Why are you ashamed?"

"Uhhh, uh, well, well I told you. Some people were watching us. I could say I didn't notice, but I did. I encouraged him to keep going and I let them watch. God, I'm so fucked up, Martin!"

"Are you?"

"Yeah. Yeah I am. I'm so fucked up. The dirtier it got the more I loved it."

"So there's more, I take it?"

"Uhhh, well, yeah. I turned around and, and, and somehow, god, oh I'm ashamed. I don't know whu whuu-" She swallowed and shook her head. "He, somehow he had his dick out. -and I couldn't stop myself. It was a nice cock."

"What exactly did you do, Janet?"

"I held it. I stroked it.

"Show me. Show me what you did."

She turned and looked down. "Oh... Oh Martin." She gently took his hard dick in her hands. "So beautiful." Her fingers fluttered up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, you should be ashamed. People watched you playing with his cock like this?"

"I'm sorry." She stared lovingly at he stiff dick in her hands. Leaning forward she began kissing it, wrapping her lips around it. "I'm so so sorry, Martin."

"...Janet? Tell me the rest."

"I... yes. I'm so sorry, but I couldn't stop! I knew I was being so slutty, but it felt so good, Baby. I was jerking off Dwain's big dick with a stupid proud grin on my face and then, oh god, oh god, oh god. I sucked him off."

"Oh! Oh my god! In front of a crowd? You didn't?"

"I did, I had to, yes. He was so hard and beautiful and it was in my hands, so... They all watched and cheered me on."

"Damn. You loved that didn't you?"

She was pressing a hand to her crotch. "Mmmm, yes I, oh god I loved it so much!"

"That makes you,...a what?"

She looked down at the cock in her hands. "That makes me a slut." She went back to sucking her husband's shaft.

"That makes you a little slut, yes." He licked his fingers. He jumped away from her. "Oh god! You fucked him too, didn't you!? This is his cum all over my hand, isn't it?"

"Yeh- Oh, Martin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be sorry, just, just lick my hand clean. Seems Dwain left quite a mess."

She was obediently holding his hand to her mouth and sucking each finger clean. She nodded. "He did."

He watched he meticulously using her tongue to lick away all the cum she could find on his hand. His dick was pulsing back to life. "That bastard. He pumped my wife's pussy full of cum, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"At the bar like a total slut?"

"Yes."

"And people watched him do it?" His dick was straining.

"-and cheered, yes."

He pulled her up to standing. "Bend over that table."

"Wait, what are you-"

"Well, if Dwain lubed you up for me I suppose I shouldn't let it go to waste."

"Oh, Martin!" She collapsed forward on the dining table.

"Oh god, Janet. It's positively running down your legs." He grabbed her ass and slammed fully into her pussy with ease. "Is this how he fucked you at the bar? Huh? Huh? Did he let everyone watch as he fucked my wife?"

"Mmmm! Mmm, yeah, pretty much."

"Oh fuck! He bent my wife over a table and fucked her in front of a crowd? Oh fuck, Baby!? I suppose half these people cheering you two on were your coworkers?"

She was grinding her teeth as his thick shaft fucked her. "I, uh, yeah. Yeah a lot of them- were. They, they all cheered me on, some shouted my name. Ohhh oh god! What have I done?"

Martin stared down at her shapely ass and hips as he fucked closer to his own orgasm. "You met their eyes and let them see you for what you are. They all know what you are now?" He slapped her ass hard. "What are you?"

"Aiigh! Ah uh, Imma ss-slut? Ohhh, oh, Martin!"

"Say it again. What are you?" She hesitated so he raised his hand and slapped her ass harder this time.

"Aiiiigh! Oh! Oh fuck! I'm a slut! I'm a dirty fucking slut!"

"God damn right!" His dick released a torrent of thick cum into her.

"Oh!" She felt his cum painting the walls of her pussy. She thought about Martin's cum mixing with Dwains and it made her smile. She relived the public fucking she got back at the hotel bar. She wondered what would happen in the next few minutes while Martin slowed and finally stopped thrusting into her body.

He was calm now. "God damn right you're a slut. My slut! My dirty slut. My sexy fucking slut." He brought his hand down on her ass again.

"Aiiigh! Oh god, Martin..."

"Tell me, Janet, was he the first coworker you've fucked?"

"Yes."

He slapped her ass again. "Don't lie!"

She winced and whimpered. "I'm not lying! God, I'm not! He was the only one. The only one."

"Well, Janet, since the whole office just watched you two fucking on a hotel bar table, do you imagine for a second that he'll be the last? Don't lie. I will spank you!"

She stared back at him. The thought of being watched, of meeting the eyes of folks she shared the office with, letting them see her depravity. They all watched her sucking off Dwain and then letting him fuck her right there in the open, before their eyes. Her pussy was clenching on Martin's cock. "The last coworker I fuck? I- uh, I ca- Oh fuck, Martin. No. No he wont be. I'm sorry. I won't lie to you, he won't be the last."

Silence hung between them for a few seconds. "So, you want a martini?" He unceremoniously pulled out, dribbling a thick trail of cum along the floor.

"A- a mar- Yes?" She was three kinds of confused.

Martin began mixing a shaker of martinis. "Sit. I'll bring them over."

"I shouldn't-"

"Sit down, Janet."

His tone made her obey. She liked this forceful new attitude. "I'll get cum all over the couch."

"Yes, likely you will. You're filled with enough of the stuff. Probably leave some interesting stains. Cest la vie. Now sit that ass down on the couch."

"Mmmm- okay." She carefully lowered herself taking are not to hurt her tender ass.

Martin handed her a chilled martini. "Dirty with two olives, M'lady." He smiled as she took the glass.

"Do you still like 'em,...dirty?"

He grinned at her. "Oh, you know I do."

"...good."

"So, I guess our life just changed. I can't wait to hear about your next, uh, conference?"

"Martin, I-"

"Sssshhhh. Drink." He held up his glass. "Here's to your pussy."

She smiled, feeling cautiously safe. She clinked his glass.

He added, "-and all the men who will sail within her."

He downed his martini in one long draw. Janet watched him and followed suit.

"Where are your panties, Baby?"

She actually blushed. "Oh. Oh, I let, uh, I let Dwain keep them."

"Mmmmm, god damn I love it. I love it. He's at home right now holding your panties to his nose inhaling the scent of that glorious pussy. Either that or they're wrapped around his dick while he jacks off to the memory of you."

Martin's dick was now sticking straight up from his lap. "I think my slutty little wife needs to suck my dick now."

"Oh! May I?"

"You certainly may."

"Well here's to your dick!" She opened wide and engulfed the sticky head of his cock, noting the fact that she was sucking two men's cum off her husbands dick. That thought went straight to her pussy. She pulled herself up and threw a leg over her husbands lap, guiding his cock straight up into her. "Yyyyes! Oh yes!" She began lifting and falling on his shaft. "You like it that I've had two dicks cum inside there today, doncha?"

His eyes were closed and his grin spread across his face. "I do, god I do! I can't wait to see how this all plays out. God bless you Dwain you fucking bastard!"