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Honey, who is here? True Story
Honey, who is here? True Story That's the voice you never want to here when you are upstairs in their bed with a spouse that doesn't know. Well, I heard it awhile back and it scared the crap out of me. We had been together before, several times in their bed. I would come over, typically lunch time, get naked, lay back and got orally serviced...dressed and left without much fanfare. Well this day was beautiful, warm<b> sunny </font></b>and I had a late lunch, I got a invite to come over a bit later...we went up stairs, it was hot...I was so hot I was squirming like a little submissive it felt so good...warm mouth, fingers, hands roaming amd probing...I was lost in the moment. "Honey, who is hear?" WHAT! "Honey where are you?" I said someone is hear, just kept working on me....Honey? I tapped out, as the voice had the air of concern now. I ran with my clothes into the bathroom, the only thing I could think of....I was shaking, what's next?!! I got dressed, fumbling like a fool...1000 thoughts racing, what if this or that? Oh shit, now what? I heard a knock on the door, "you OK"? I followed down the stairs, not knowing what to expect, what I would hear or face. Lucky the stairs were near the door, some words were mumbled but I just made a direct path toward my car, which was parked all the way in the driveway...I put the car in reverse, and got out, down the road I went....thinking oh shit oh shit oh shit! My mind raced the balance of the day...I got an email later, "this will be an interesting conversation..." was what I read...I never heard back....I feel bad...stunned, ashamed, bad for what happened...but I need the touch, the orgasms, the feeling.... |
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