u/Careless-Parfait-841

they seemed normal at first. married for seven years. both in their early 30s. she messaged me on a dating app, said they'd been talking about opening things up for a while and she'd always wanted to try being with a woman. he was nervous but curious. she seemed eager. too eager maybe.

we met for drinks first. just the three of us. she was all over me within twenty minutes. hand on my thigh. playing with my hair. whispering things in my ear while he sat there nursing his beer and smiling like a hostage. he was polite. quiet. asked me about my job, my hobbies. normal stuff. she asked me what positions i liked.

i should have seen the red flags.

they invited me over the next weekend. nice apartment. candles lit. wine already open. she answered the door in a little black dress and nothing else. he was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. already looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

we started slow. me and her on the couch while he watched. she kissed me like she'd been starving for it. her hands were everywhere. she pulled my shirt over my head and moaned when she saw i wasn't wearing a bra. she kept looking over at him like "are you watching? are you seeing this?" he was. he didn't look happy. he looked like he was at a work presentation.

she went down on me first. on their couch. with her husband sitting three feet away. she was good. really good. too good for someone who claimed she'd never been with a woman before. i came on her face and she laughed and wiped her mouth and looked at him and said "your turn."

he didn't move.

she had to walk over and pull his sweatpants down herself. he was barely hard. she tried to get him going with her mouth but he stayed soft. just kind of stared at the wall while she bobbed up and down. i felt bad for him. i also felt nothing because i was still buzzed and his wife was now climbing on top of me and grinding her wet pussy against my thigh.

we fucked for maybe an hour. me and her. she used a strap-on on me while he sat in the corner and watched. she made me squirt on their rug. she came three times just from riding my face. every time she finished she'd look over at him like "did you see that? did you see how good she made me feel?"

he didn't say a word the whole night. not one.

afterwards she made us sandwiches. like nothing had happened. chatted about work and vacation plans while i sat there in my underwear with her lipstick smeared across my chest. he ate his sandwich in silence. went to bed without saying goodnight.

she texted me the next day: "he wants to try again. just me and you next time. he can watch."

i didn't reply.

she messaged me three more times over the next week. then stopped. i checked her profile a month later. all the couple photos were gone. just her now. new hair. new bio. "single."

i don't know for sure that i broke them. but i think i broke them.

i don't feel bad about it either. that's the real confession.

last summer i was at a bar with my friends. nothing special. just a regular friday night. i was already a few drinks in when i noticed this guy watching me from across the room. older. probably mid 30s. not trying to be subtle about it.

my friends left around midnight. i said i'd get an uber. instead i walked outside and he was there. leaning against his car. smoking.

he didn't say anything at first. just looked at me like he already knew exactly what was about to happen.

"you need a ride?" he asked.

i should have said no. i didn't.

i got in his car and before he even started the engine, he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. high. close to somewhere it shouldn't have been on a first ride. i didn't move it.

"is this okay?" he asked.

i said yes.

he drove maybe two minutes before pulling into an empty parking lot behind a closed grocery store. killed the engine. turned to look at me.

"last chance to change your mind," he said.

i unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed into the back seat instead of answering.

he followed me. i don't even remember taking my pants off. they were just gone. he was on top of me. his hands were everywhere. his mouth too. he didn't ask much after that first time. he just took.

it was fast. not gentle. his car was small and my back hurt against the door handle and his breath smelled like cigarettes. and i loved every second of it.

he came inside me without asking. just pulled my hips up and buried himself deep and held me there until he was done. then he pulled out, tucked himself back in his pants, and got back in the driver's seat like nothing had happened.

"i should get you home," he said.

i sat in the back seat the whole drive. didn't put my pants back on until we were almost at my apartment. he didn't ask for my number. didn't ask my name. i didn't ask his.

when i got out he just said "take care" and drove off.

i never told anyone who he was because i never knew. i just remember walking up to my apartment with his cum still dripping down my thighs and thinking "i am absolutely going to hell for how much i liked that."

and i'd do it again.