Message-ID: <13332eli$9807241421@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jay Croft" Subject: Confessions Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <00cb01bdb6a0$dcaa1ac0$012c2499@roland> Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. If you lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more mature. Free distribution is encouraged, as long as the file is unaltered. Archiving on pay sites and those using adult verification systems, as well as any storage media for sale, is forbidden. This story is based loosely on characters from previous stories. In particular see Indefinite Antecedents by me, archived earlier this year. Confessions By John Galt Until now Friday evening had been going swimmingly. Both our girls had been scheduled for slumber parties and my beautiful wife had planned an evening out at our favorite restaurant and a night in at our favorite bed. But I had been held up at work. By the time I called, Celeste had already laid out the chips and dip and opened a bottle of Chardonnay. I finally arrived home shortly after 8PM. By then Celeste had put down half of the Chardonnay. She met me at the door and dragged me in while trying to explore my tonsils with her tongue. As she pulled my head down for the kiss, I took in the red sundress that she was wearing. It set off her peaches-and- cream complexion perfectly. “You haf been a naughty boy. You must be punisshhed,” she slurred. She pulled her skirt up and removed her panties. “I like your idea of punishment,” I said as I moved toward her, one hand groping in the air. “No, no, no! Youf been bad. The punisshhment is no touching until I shay sho. Wet, willing and waiting just a few inches away. But no touching until I shay.” She dropped her skirt and twitched her hips past me and out the door towards the car. Oh, well. I’d just have to bear this like a man. Two hours and another bottle of wine later, a sudden change in her tone of voice jerked my head around to look at a very serious face. “Roger, I’ve got something to tell you.” Celeste’s tone of voice was small and weak. “You remember when Rose called last week?” I glanced around to see if anyone was near. Fortunately, it was late and the restaurant was almost cleared out. “You mean when she wanted a recipe and I ended up screwing you in front of Bill Gates?” “Yes. I told you that she hung up after I gave her the recipe and then you took my ass while I leaned over the computer chair… It wasn’t exactly like that.” “What was it like, exactly.” “Well, she didn’t hang up. In fact she guessed that we were playing around and she began telling me what to do.” “You mean…” “Yes,” said Celeste. “She told me to start sucking you. Then she told me that she was using a dildo on her ass and to get you to do me. She was having phone sex with us, I mean with me, the whole time.” She hung her head. I frowned. This had never happened before. We had been inexperienced when we married but neither of us had felt deprived or wanted anything other than monogamy. At least so I thought until now. “Please. It didn’t mean anything. You had started to caress me and I just got carried away. When Rose started talking sex, I got a little exhibitionistic thrill.” Celeste giggled nervously and then rushed on. “You know thinking about women can turn me on and I got this image of Rose’s ass, it IS gorgeous, with a cock buried in it. God, it made me so hot.” I didn’t respond. What could I say? I wasn’t sure. “Forgive me.” Celeste switched into her little girl, I’ve-been- naughty voice. “I’ve never done anything like that before. You’re such a good lover and know how to press all my buttons. May I say you were pressing very well that night,” giving me her best leer. Silence fell as the waiter brought the check and I paid up. As we walked across towards the car at the back of the parking lot, I made a decision. “You’ve GOT to be punished.” Celeste looked at me carefully. “What are you going to do?” “You like to be exhibitionistic! Pull your dress up and show your pussy to anybody who’s watching.” Celeste glanced around quickly then grabbed the front of her skirt and exposed herself for the last twenty feet to the car. Before putting her in the car I slipped my hand between her legs. She was already dripping! “If you push my buttons too hard, you might get an explosion right here,” she breathed. “You’re going to do more for your punishment than pop off in a parking lot,” I responded slipping my hand to the inside of her thigh. “Oww! You pinched me!” “Get in. But I don’t want you getting your dress wet. Sit directly on the seat and no talking. Just think about what you did,” I said, ignoring her yelp. I drove home without saying any more while wishing my face was the seat cover. Celeste just watched as the speedometer needle passed over the speed limit and then climbed some more. “Get down on your knees,” I instructed as she walked into the house. I walked slowly around her then stopped about two feet in front of her. “Tell me you’re sorry and beg forgiveness.” “Roger, I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again. Please, I’ll do anything if you’ll just forgive me.” Celeste was giving me her best puppy dog eyes. If Scarlet had used this on Rhett, he certainly would have given a damn. “Take off your dress. Your bra, too!” I watched as Celeste slowly exposed her charms to me. “Into the den.” I turned down the hall. Celeste started to get up. “No! On your knees.” I stopped and watched as she crawled past. Her ass flexed prettily as she went past. I remembered that night about ten days ago and my cock slipping between those taut cheeks into her tight, brown hole. I had to adjust myself. I walked into the den and sat down on the ottoman. “Come over here. Across my lap!” “You’re not going to spank me!” She sat back on her haunches. “You let another person listen to our lovemaking. You responded to HER while I was fucking you.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to me. “I’ll do anything,” she said reaching for my belt. Quickly she lowered my pants and engulfed my cock. Her tongue softly stroked the sensitive underside on the down stroke. On the up stroke she latched her lips firmly around the skin and pulled it slowly over the head. I let her work on it for a few minutes. “No!” I pushed Celeste away. Rapidly I stepped out of my shoes and pants and pulled off my socks. Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her over my lap. “You get ten spanks to each cheek.” “Youch!” The first one landed on her right cheek. I slowly counted each stroke to her ass. A blush slowly spread across her firm skin where I spanked her. Halfway through she started snuffling and tears began streaming down her face. At that point it was hurting me as much as her. After all I work in an office not on a farm and my hands were burning. Celeste had to understand though. I soldiered on. Finally I was done. I touched her shoulder and handed her the box of tissues that we kept for in the den. Celeste grabbed a handful, blew her nose and wiped away her tears. “Now, use your mouth,” I commanded. She slipped off my legs and then lunged between them. Watching Celeste’s flesh quiver under each spank had done nothing to decrease my excitement. Less than three minutes later I groaned as I spurted into her mouth. Celeste swallowed it all and sat back on her heels. “Go to the bedroom,” I commanded. “May I walk, or do I have to crawl again,” she asked. I briefly considered the sight in my mind but I couldn’t make her physically suffer any further. “You may walk, this time,” I said gruffly. When we got to the bedroom, she turned to face me. “What are you going to do now?” “First, finish undressing me.” She unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it in the general direction of the clothes hamper. “Now, you’ve got to get me hard again.” “Come here.” Celeste took my hand and led me to the bed. She pushed me down on it and knelt on the floor beside my waist. She started pecking kisses across my chest, stopping to flick my nipples occasionally. She moved further down, now using her tongue in random swipes on my tummy and through my pubic hair. At the same time, she urged my legs apart and began caressing my balls lightly with her fingertips. She climbed onto the bed between my legs and pulled my knees up. Now she was licking down one thigh while continuing to fondle my balls and then caress the skin between my balls and asshole. She stopped briefly and grabbed the tube of K-Y out of the headboard. Smearing some on her index finger, she began to press against my little pucker. Pushing her finger deep, she checked out my prostate gently. She has always been concerned about my health. An America’s Cup crew couldn’t have done a better job erecting a mast. “Now,” I said, “lie down and play with yourself, but you can’t cum! If you do, I’ll spank you again.” Celeste stretched out and began lightly teasing the skin on the underside of her breasts, avoiding the nipples. She slowly trailed her fingers down between her legs. She betrayed her true feelings by immediately touching her engorged lips. I had watched her masturbate before when she spent fifteen or twenty minutes caressing other parts of her body before moving to her pleasure center. Tonight, she was already dangerously near her peak. She couldn’t know whether I would spank her again if she did come before I allowed her to. However, her feelings were so intense that she couldn’t resist direct stimulation. She did manage to avoid her clitoris. She alternated with one hand caressing her thighs while the other teased her pussy lips. I watched this erotic display for several minutes. I was surprised at how hard I felt after already cumming once. Finally though, I moved off the bed. Celeste paused in anticipation. “Did I tell you to stop,” I asked. She immediately continued, now slightly distracted wondering what I was going to do next. I opened one of her dresser drawers and pulled out three scarves. “Put your arms over your head,” I barked as I moved back to the bed. I grasped one wrist and used a scarf to tie it to the headboard. The last time I tied a serious knot, Astra had been in Brownies. I fumbled with these knots for several minutes. The other arm went faster. I picked up the third scarf and suspended it so that the silk was just barely caressing her skin. “That tickles.” Celeste tried to roll away from the stimulus to her already very sensitive skin. She couldn’t move far though and I continued to tease her. “Raise your knees and spread your legs.” I draped the scarf between her legs and pulled slowly upward. “Don’t cum!” I knew she was on the edge and the scarf was grazing her clit. Celeste began to moan as I repeated this twice more. I dropped the scarf and reached to grab both her nipples with thumb and forefinger. I lifted her breasts slightly by the nipples. “Please, let me cum. Please. Please.” She was so close but trying to hold back until I allowed her to go over the edge. I released her breasts and moved between her legs. She still had her knees raised and when I bent over I could touch my tongue to her asshole. I slowly brought my tongue upward across her perineum. The whole area was wet and I tasted her luscious juices. God! This was as intoxicating as any alcohol. I had been hooked on her taste for twenty years but it never got old. Teasingly, I dragged my tongue between her lips to graze her clit. “Oh! Roger, Roger, Roger! Fuck me now,” Celeste moaned as I put her through this sweet torture. “Use that big prick of yours. Screw me ‘till I scream. Please, now.” I couldn’t resist her honey pot any longer. My hot knife sliced into her soft butter with almost no adjustment. Now you can cum,” I whispered in her ear. “Ai, aii, aiiiieeee,” she screamed almost before I finished speaking. She bucked several times. “Harder, harder! Make me cum again and again and again,” she babbled. “Soooo good. That prick between my legs. Nothing is as good or will ever be.” Celeste settled down to moaning and grunting as I continued to work back and forth. Despite having cum once, I could tell the stimulation had been so much that I wouldn’t last very long. “Feel my dick in your cunt. You’re so tight and it feels so good. Oh, I can’t believe how good you feel.” Celeste wasn’t the only one who babbled in the throes of passion. In a few minutes I could sense her begin to rise to another peak. This knowledge triggered my response also. As she began to scream again, I thrust hard and deep twice more as I gave her my second load of the night. ---------------------------------- The sun was crawling under the curtains when we woke up. “I’ve got something to tell you, too,” I said. “What’s that,” Celeste asked raising up on one elbow to look into my face. This displayed her breasts in an incredibly sexy way. I leaned forward to lick. I’m so easily distracted. She allowed me a few seconds of this and then pushed me away. “What were you going to tell me?” “I knew Rose was listening.” “What! How?” “When you leaned forward to pull down my pants the phone slipped away from your ear slightly. I could hear Rose telling you to suck me. When she described using the dildo, I got excited, too, thinking about it slipping in and out of that perfect ass.” “You punished me when you knew about it all along! I’m going to get you back,” Celeste said, punching me in the shoulder. “I hope so.” -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----