Todd, Jenny and me I'd returned back home early from the confrence I'd attended and heard upon entering our home, three sentences which have changed everything. Firstly I heard the distinct voice of my second wife Jenny say "Fuck me with big cock of yours" Then I heard another voice I knew all too well saying "Which fucking hole do you want it in, you fucking slut" . My wife replied "You've already fucked my pussy boy, I want that huge fucking thing up my asshole". In those three sentences I suddenly knew why my wife was always trying to get time alone with my son and her 19 year old step son, of late. Jenny's my second wife. I left my first wife, the mother of Todd, to begin a new relationship with Jenny, who was twelve years younger than my wife and so much more sexy and sexual. Todd moved away with is mom, but nearly a year ago his mom was killed in a car accident and Todd reluctantly at first, moved in with us. I can clearly remember now the first time Jenny asked me if I was away working and then what time I would be home again, when I told her I would be away for three days. I also remember her pussy and asshole feeling a little looser when I fucked her after getting back home (We still even now, fuck alot). I didn't think anything of it at the time as I knew Jenny liked to fuck herself with her array of dildo's when I was gone. Looking back now it's obvious she was asking so she and Todd could fuck one another and know when I would return. Creeping up the stairs and looking through the bannister into our bedroom, I got a clear view of my sons ass bucking to and thro as he slammed his cock into my wife from behind. I'm a reasonably well endowed guy at eight inches, but seeing my sons cock when he pulled out so Jenny could mount him, I soon realised he was at least a couple of inches, if not more longer than me and his cock was alot thicker too. Watching them fuck was surreal in many ways, not least because different emotions were going through me. At one point I was going to burst in and get all macho, but seeing my beautiful wife's asshole taking my sons massive cock made me become unbelievably horny and bizzarely proud. I sat on the stairs for about ten minutes as they fucked one another. And I listened to their sex talk as each of them spoke about how they wanted their sex to go. I finally moved away, only because my wife spun around onto her back and was facing the doorway with her head over the end of the bed. Todd was lying on top of her sucking her breasts and about to thrust into her, and these were her words "Fuck my slippery wet cunt". All kinds of emotions and thoughts entered my head as I went outside and sat in my car. Eventually I phoned the house phone and waited. Entering the house there was no getting away from the smell of sex, but when I walked in both my son and his step mom were busy watching some brain dead tv show. It's been ten days since I discovered them fucking, ten days in which I've gone over and over what I saw and also over and over what I should do. I know for instance they've fucked again when I've been out at work and I know for sure Todds fucked my wifes pussy. That's because I went down on her one evening and I could taste what I presumed was my own sons essence. It isn't easy making a decision, that's beacuse I know how badly I treated Todd and his mother when he was younger and I also know, well I'm guessing, he's fucking Jenny to get some sort of redress. I'll have to make my mind up soon. If I'm going to let them know I know, or let them carry on fucking one another. After all I'm still getting all the sex I can handle from Jenny when I'm feeling horny.

Is wife cheating???? I've been with my wife for 5 years and for the good part of it I have been unhappy. I was about end it within the first year when she told me she was pregnant. We have a son who is my whole world. He is very close to me and I could not bare not seeing him everyday. I know if we split my wife would make it as difficult as possible to see him and cripple me financially. So those are the reasons I stay with her. She is very beautiful so gets a lot of attention from men. A few years ago she received a valentines card. That night I found her talking on facebook with numerous men trying to find out who had sent it. One was an ex who is was telling she still loved, another she was virtually asking to have an affair with. She played it all down and made out I was being paranoid. Since I have found calls to ex boyfriends, flirty messages to other guys, late nights with terrible excuses. The latest one though is she went to a BBQ one lunchtime and came back the next day. On her facebook was a picture of a guys penis and she had a graze on her forearm that looked like a friction burn to me. She always says I'm overreacting, am I? Today I found contraceptive pills in her dressing gown pocket, I've been sterilised for 3 years. Is it all in my mind or am I right in thinking shes playing away?

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I've Been Keeping a Secret For 44 Years I’ve been keeping for 44 years. Lately it’s been bothering me and this is my first step in letting this secret be known. I’m a 49 year old male and I’ve never told another living soul what I’m about to write. Today I also plan to tell my wife. When I was five years old (1966), I was in the hospital for a hernia operation. That first night in the hospital room I was given an injection which made me very weak and almost paralyzed. Later a man entered the room and raped me. This rape was violent enough that he ripped my a* and bloodied my nose when he forced my face into the bed. The memories of this are still crystal clear in my mind. After he raped me, he held me forcefully by the back of my neck and put his lips to my ear and told me that if I ever told anyone he would have to kill my mother and father. Then he asked me if I wanted them to die, of course I didn’t. He left me and sometime later, I regained enough strength to crawl far enough up on the bed to press a button to call a nurse. When the nurse didn’t come I kept pressing and pressing it until she did. When she eventually came into the room, from her reaction I could tell she was shocked by what she saw. She left and brought other nurses. My hands and pillow were covered in blood. One nurse kept asking “who did this to you?, who did this to you?”, but of course I didn’t know, I never even saw his face. They washed me and changed the sheets on the bed. They spent a lot of time washing me and examining my backside. Nothing was ever said to my parents. While I honestly didn’t understand what had happened to me at the time, I knew it was something bad, I followed the instructions of the rapist and I never told my parents. I think back and wonder why the nurses, as adults, didn’t tell my parents. Did they fear losing their jobs? Did they fear a lawsuit? I suppose I’ll never know. The surgery the next morning went as scheduled. The pain of the torn a* was far greater than that of the hernia operation and I couldn’t sit without a lot of pain for weeks afterward but I still never said a word. When I was well enough to play outdoors I can remember the physical pain as a result of the rape lasted far longer than that of the operation. As I got older I fully understood what happened to me that night. I still never told anyone because I was too embarrassed. No young male wants to tell people the time he was anally raped. Then when I became an adult I still never told anyone, I just never had a reason to talk about it and I suppose I didn't want to burden others with my misfortune. Sometimes, I still have nightmares of being held by the back of the neck by the rapist and I hear him telling me he would have to kill my parents if I tell anyone. Here it is 44 years later and I’m still reliving that night. Today, I took the afternoon off from work because it was a beautiful day and as I drove home from work, I found myself thinking about that night with tears streaming down my cheeks. I suddenly realized that 44 years later I’ve still been following the instructions of the rapist. Well it's time to stop, seconds from now when I press the confess button and post this story, I’m not following his instructions anymore.

I've Been Keeping a Secret For 44 Years I’ve been keeping for 44 years. Lately it’s been bothering m...

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One night She was ruined by the many. The lack of love. The use and abuse. The forgotten one, so easily thrown away like a used prophylactic. Looking for affection and coming up short. S becomes loveless. One night stands though she wants so much more. But that’s as long as they want her. This is something she can’t change. Just like she couldn’t change the fact her father never wanted her. Or the way she will never be able to change the disdain her stepdad held for all those years after the one night she tries so hard to repress from when she was six. Turning to all the wrong places. Trying to escape. They created a floozy. A junkie. And they blame her and her alone. She began her journey into adulthood innocent. Unexperienced. She had only ever kissed the lips of the single boyfriend she’d had, who was now the reason for her pain. He gave her a glimpse of this thing she was so curious of, then tore it out from under her after no time at all. Reason number two came flying in on his white horse. She had never felt this before. The things he said, she had never heard aimed her way before. After one passionate night, he began to withdraw. More and more were her desperate attempts of communication ignored. Until she realized she had been dooped. You think by now she would have learnt. Number three was a surprise. A new acquaintances, sharing a moment in time over the sweet scent of smoked herbs. A kiss. A touch. And that was that. She didn’t want more, only friendship. To not be forgotten. Once again, the sting of silence bit her hard. Four was only slightly different. She reached a point of such frustration she gave herself up to a man she had no intention for. The first one to ask. With intentions clear from the beginning, they were there for s, and s alone. His cold shoulder hurt as much just as the others. His constant words of friendship and understanding disappeared and were replaced by momentary conversations, offcourse only when he wanted something from her. She was beginning to understand. After one night she was she useless, a waste of time and space in their eyes. Tossed aside and forgotten was a scenario all too familiar. This realization left her numb. Rhys felt different. But she knew better than to let her hopes rise higher than reality. They f*. He kissed her goodbye. She let herself hope for something more, even if all that meant was a second night of pure intercourse. His disregard penetrated her heavy heart, sending her over the edge to a place of no return. S has lost all meaning. Men want nothing but one night of pleasure. All men. She feels like a ruined woman at the age of eighteen. A loveless and unlovable fool. Used and unwanted. She rids her life of the people who treat her less than she deserves, knowing she will be alone forever. Knowing she will have to find affection in any place she can. She’s always loved the sensation drugs give her. But now they feel like they may be able to replace the lack of affection. Like they may be able to take away the sting of rejection. Who knows where this will take her. WHY AM I ONLY GOOD FOR ONE NIGHT?

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