Long time reader of posts, especially in the confessions section, and I have noticed that these, once frequent and quite entertaining, became few and far between, so I thought, is there something I might share, from my past.
To preface this, I must say a few things about me. I am 45F, never been married, never much of a looker, so I spent lots of my time alone, thus here I am, lurking from the shadows of a porn site. This might sound interesting to you guys, but it is not, I had only few longer relationships, which ended poorly, and I am about to describe what happened to the last one, since it was the only truly daring thing I ever did, in real life, even though I lived through many here, and in similar place, in my fantasy, which proved to be the best sex partner I ever had.
We started dating a few years back, he was a divorced man, ten years my senior, and you know how these guys can be, they wanna grab on to life, and not let go, and in that quest, they sometimes go over their head.
Sex was great, pretty kinky, which was to my pleasure, and I thought that this might be something valuable to hold on to. That was my exact feeling, when he suggested we might try swinging, or swapping, threesomes, all in all, he wanted a third person, or persons in our bed. I am not a conservative, by any means, and this was a branch I wanted to hold on to, since, before him, I was on a three year dry spell, so I said yes.
It took almost a year for him to move from fantasy and planning, to something real. We joined an online group locally, which is dedicated to the life style, got invited to a party, but he was reluctant, and nothing happened. Then, he got an idea to meet up a single couple, to explore our options, and after a long period of chatting, we finally met, at his place.
We had dinner, started drinking, and I was amazed how good looking they were, especially him, around 35 or so, fit man, very handsome, and she came in dressed all sexy, in a fuck me dress, while I was in jeans and a top. Conversation strayed towards sex, and at one point, he, the other man, suggested we might do swapping, but to spice things up, we should do it in the same room. They've done it before, and admitted that they never went past that, never been to a party etc. My partner seemed a bit unsure, I had no idea at the time, but he had second thoughts. I didn't, I wanted that man in front of me. He suggested something lighter, mutual masturbation, or mutual oral, to which she said that she is not "ready", if you know what I mean, so it seemed that both sides were unsure of what to expect from the night, or from themselves. I just wanted him, so me, the one being quiet all night, suggested us giving each other's man head. She nodded, he smiled, and my man looked shook.
We got on our knees next to each other, I didn't take my clothes off, since she obviously had no intention to, and we did it. He was big, throbbing, he tasted good, and I just went to town. When you are an ugly girl in hs, and especially in uni, you soon learn that giving head is sometimes the only way to get a man interested in you, so I perfected that skill over the years, and he came really fast, and I swallowed every drip of him, horny out of my mind, wanting more. My man, on the other hand, took some time, and when I got up and touched his shoulder, he kind of flinched.
At this point, you may already guess what happened after they left. He called me a whore, a dirty cock sucker, accused me of enjoying the other guy more than him, and similar weak male nonsense. Needless to say, I got out and never came back, didn't even hear from him since.
And since then, I am alone, and my sex life exists only online, but I figured, some of you might find this confession interesting.
