Chapter One.
I was scrolling through Tumbler the other day and I stumbled on a confession page. There were people, all anonymously, giving confessions of some of their dirtiest and kinkiest deeds. It was interesting because they were all confessing about things that they have done that were not particularly nice or very much taboo. The things that they had done were almost all things that would end their marriages if their spouse knew. Lots of affairs or homosexual experiments and things that they had done while under the influence of drugs or alcohol that they would never do in their normal lives.
The thing that made me most interested though was the fact that all these people didn't really regret their decision to do these things. In some ways they were reveling in the ability to tell the world exactly what they did without the fear of being caught out, bragging almost. The other thing that surprised me was just how much it turned me on to read some of the things they had done.
I was really intrigued by it because I have my own story to tell but I never thought I would be sharing it with anyone, ever. My own nasty little tale of debauchery is one that I know I should feel ashamed of but to be honest, like these other story tellers, I feel very little remorse.
So, with some trepidation, and a certain sense of "me too" I began to write my own confession.
Chapter Two.
35 (F) You could say I have a bit of a predicament. I'm happily married, well sort of, well I'm married anyway and before all this started I thought I was happy. I love my kids and surprisingly, given all you are about to read, I do still love my husband Geoff but after these events that has changed. We are fortunate enough to have a comfortable, middle class life. We certainly aren't wealthy, only one car, no swimming pool and an average three bedroom home on a standard suburban block. We are however fortunate enough to have a reliable car, we will have finished paying off our own home in the next couple of years and my husband has a steady job and income.
We aren't poor but we have been close enough from time to time to recognize it and appreciate what we have. We have two teenage kids and they lead very busy lives. We made a decision early on in our relationship that, although it would be nice to have that second income, being home and available for the kids was more important. Knowing they weren't coming home to an empty house and having healthy home cooked meals was important to us.
being older teenagers means that our son now has his license and a car that he worked hard to save for and our daughter isn't too far behind him. As a result of their busy schedules and new found freedom they aren't home anywhere near as much as they were a year ago. Some times it feels more like I'm in the way than available for them.
My husband and I have had the same routine for years now and although things haven't really changed for him, I have been finding my routine less and less fulfilling. I doubt Geoff, my husband, would know how to cope if his routine were to change. Things that used to fill my day to the point of not having enough time were now over and done with by ten in the morning. I was slowly but surely becoming very bored with my life.
I tried joining in with other groups that my friends were involved with but I couldn't believe just how boring things like book clubs were . I needed something more but I had no idea what I wanted. I was beginning to think I was doomed to a life of boredom once both the kids were at college.
This all begins around the time my son, Jerome, was getting ready to move off to college. The end of summer was only about two months away. My daughter, Beth, would follow suit next summer. I was beginning to feel desperation at the thought of being alone. I could go and get a job but having been a stay at home mum I wasn't trained for anything and had no experience at pretty much anything an employer would want. Living in a fairly small and quiet suburb had its advantages but employment opportunities wasn't one of them.
Chapter Three.
I was cleaning out my closet again, yes I was that bored, when I came across the camera my husband had bought me after I mentioned it would be good to be able to take photos that weren't just on our mobile phones when we were on our last family holiday. Instead of buying a cheap point and shoot type camera though he went and got me a DSLR. Now I'm not complaining, it was a very generous gift and I appreciate it but I had no idea how to use it properly. My brother however was quite a good photographer. I had spoken to him about it once before and he said he would be happy to teach me what he can, but he too was a busy worker and also lived two states away.
I spoke regularly with my brother over Skype but being that it was usually in the evening he was generally with his wife and my husband and kids always wanted to talk too. As a result it was difficult to spend time having a good discussion about anything.
I decided that rediscovering the camera was a sign and that it was time to learn a new skill. On a whim I sent my brother a text message asking if I could pick his brain about the camera next time we spoke and when would he next be available to talk. I didn't expect a response until later in the day so when my phone buzzed a couple of minutes later I was surprised to see a response from him.
"As it turns out, today is your lucky day. I have had a change at work and my roster now has me doing day and night shifts so I am quite often home during the day. Today is one of those days, I can talk right now if you want."
I couldn't help but smile at the convenience. It seems the universe wanted me to do this.
"Sweet. That was lucky timing. Give me five minutes to get the computer running, I'll talk to you soon."
I felt excited for the first time in ages. I always enjoyed talking to my brother but this was different. I was excited to be learning something and to be honest it was nice knowing I was going to be having him to myself for a change. Not that I minded my husband or kids talking to him but it was just nice to know I wouldn't have to share or be constantly interrupted.
I made myself a cup of coffee and fired up the computer. I made sure I had everything I would need in front of me and then hit the Skype icon. The familiar sound of Skype opening up chimed as I settled into my chair and seconds later there he was. He had a big smile on his face and he was looking more relaxed than I had seen him in ages, which just served to remind me that he had looked stressed and tired for so long that I was used to seeing him that way as his normal self.
"Hi there Sis. You're looking good today."
The compliment made me feel surprisingly nice. Wow has it really been that long since someone payed me a compliment?
"Looking good yourself Ben. Nice to see you smiling."
"It's amazing what a day or two off to yourself will do for you."
"Oh I'm sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"No I was just watching some videos on line."
"Okay, isn't Cindy home?"
Ben laughed then gave me a very cheeky look that I hadn't seen since he was a teenager.
"If she was I wouldn't be watching these videos."
It took me a few moments to understand what he meant and it must have been obvious when I went bright red because he laughed again. I couldn't believe he had just more or less told me he was watching porn. I was so embarrassed but I couldn't deny that I was somewhat curious as to what he was watching. I knew my husband had watched it before and I wasn't under any illusions about my son, but it was something that I had just never really looked at but suddenly I was curious. What was it that my brother had been watching? What was even stranger was the way it made me feel when I thought about him watching it.
If someone had asked me how I would feel about it if my brother put me in this position I would probably have said angry, upset, embarrassed and disappointed but I knew that is just how society would expect me to react. The reality was surprisingly different; at first I went bright red, I could feel it as much as see it and when he started laughing I knew he had got exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. The absurdity of thinking about my brother masturbating then gave me the giggles too. Soon we were both laughing and the embarrassment went away as quickly as it arrived.
"Well I really am sorry to have interrupted you then; should I let you get back to it?"