Final Secrets- A Game of dirty confessions Part 1
It amazes me that there are so many divorces. If more couples would just sort things out there would be no need for breaking up happy loving relationships. It seems people who profess to be in love with each other often break up over the most trivial things. I even heard of a couple divorcing because one of them preferred the toilet tissue roll to be placed on the bathroom fixture one way and the other wanted it to roll the other way. How silly.
However, the biggest culprit in breakups seems to be one spouse being jealous or distrustful of the other spouse, usually husbands distrusting the actions of their wives with others. But I understand how it can happen. Especially if both parties are not ready for a heavy commitment as marriage. Marriage is based on give and take. Many people don’t realize that there may not be equal giving and taking for each spouse. One spouse may have to accept more responsibilities than the other in order to keep the marriage rock solid.
Take for example the situation between my wife Deloris and me. She trusts me and I her. It’s the hallmark of our deep love for each other and the cornerstone of our marriage.
I trust her to be the independent free spirit she is. Sure, she goes out with other guys, but when she’s through skylarking, bar hopping, partying, etc. with them, I trust her to come home. She hasn’t failed me yet. On the other hand, she trusts me to be there when she comes back. She made me promise her that I’ll always be faithful and always be there for her. She’s promised me that she’ll always return. Now that’s the kind of trust more marriages need.
We are approaching our eighth anniversary. We have four wonderful children. Jackson, age 8 — our mischievous redhead son; Julie age 6 — our blond “Barbie doll” daughter; Samantha, age 4 — she keeps a beautiful tan year-round; and Randall, age 2 — our newest family member, who so much favors his mom’s Italian ancestry.
Another thing that robs the love out of a marriage is confrontation. My wife and I have agreed that we would try to avoid confrontation as much as possible with each other. We even added that to our wedding vows. Promising to avoid finger-pointing and assigning blame, but rather working to solve the problem.
“Dan darling, I knew for sure I really was in love with you when you went down on me the night of the Centerville football game. Remember?”
We’d been married about two years and were looking at a love story on TV when my wife brought up the topic of when she first fell in love with me. I was just about to respond, but she resumed talking before I could speak.
“It was the evening you’d picked me up at the school after we’d returned on the school bus from Centerville. You ate me out so beautifully. I just knew I was head over heels in love with you after you didn’t say a thing when I revealed that you’d just lapped and sucked up the cum of the three guys who I’d made out with before you came to pick me up.”
“Er, well Deloris, you know I loved you, but the other reason was that I was very inexperienced sexually, uh, far less than you at the time. Remember you told me you were all wet and sticky because you were thinking of me? So I-I really didn’t know that wasn’t the real reason your pussy was so juicy, gluey, raw, and puffy.” I replied, with a slight blush.
“I did mislead you, but when you told me my kiss was very flavorful, I got this sudden urge to have you do me. Remember me telling you that if you liked the flavor of my kiss, you’d love the taste of my pussy?”
I nodded to her.
“Well the truth is, besides getting laid on the bus three times — you know, by Ricky, Jack, and George, Coach Hudson also talked me into giving him a blowjob before I came out to meet you.”
“Y-You mean I-I…”
“Yes honey, you had a cum flavored kiss, courtesy of him.”
“But Deloris, w-why didn’t y-you ever do t-those things for m-me? We did have a serious relationship, e…even though you were dating others.”
“It was because I loved you, Dan. If I didn’t love you, I would’ve given you blowjobs or let you put it in like the other guys. You would’ve lost respect for me and taken me for granted as an easy piece whenever your dick got hard — just like most of the guys did. No, Dan, I wanted it to be special for us. That’s why I wanted you to jack off for me and wait on our wedding night for us to have intercourse, and not before. You were very, very special to me Dan darling and you made me feel so good when you ate me out that night. I couldn’t help but fall in love with you, especially after you raved about how delicious my pussy tasted when you slurped up all my love goo. You really vacuumed my pussy so good. In fact, you were the only guy to really suck my pussy. Sure a couple of guys kissed it before putting their meat to me. But you did it upright. Because of that, I decided then and there that only you and I would share such a special pleasure. From that night on, I promised myself that you would be the only one I let suck my pussy, especially so after I got fucked by other guys. That’s why I got your sworn promise before I told you what you really tasted.”
“I-I didn’t know you were even having sex with guys. I just wished you’d let me know t-that’s what you were doing b…before you got me to promise and swear that I’d do that for you anytime you wanted me to.”
“Well if I’d done that, you and I may not have been together now. And also, I’d be wearing somebody else’s name. No Dan honey, I think telling you later, after getting your irrevocable promise, helped us bond our relationship and marriage much tighter.”
I couldn’t argue with her on that. But anyway, I did grow fond of her used dripping twat, even though I never admitted it to her again. Since she wouldn’t permit me regular sex, it was a way of me being intimate with the girl I loved. However, after knowing what her love goo really was, I’d cringe whenever I’d see or walk past one of the guys whose jism I knew I’d eaten out of her luscious feminine pit. She has held me to this teenage promise all these years. Unfortunately, she knew when I made a promise, I stuck to it.
After that incident in our senior high days, a pattern was set. Our relationship pretty much became confrontation free and we were able to have a tight, though somewhat non-conventional loving relationship and eventual marriage.
It was obvious that the woman I loved needed other men. Men who were better endowed, I might add. However, I gave her something they couldn’t. That was the exhilarating feeling she got from me eating her creampies.
I was still hopeful that Deloris would eventually finish sowing her wild oats, so to speak, that is outgrow her need for other men and that her love for me would cause her to become focused on just me.
It’s still a bit humiliating for me knowing that I’m eating her lover’s jism, but after all, marriage is give and take right? She takes their cum and gives it to me. I in turn give her a feeling that she says no one else can. She says when I’m doing this for her, I’m putting my love into action. I do love her and need her in my life even if this is what she requires of me. I’m almost sure I couldn’t have won her over otherwise. More about that later. We have worked this all out over the years so our marriage is pretty much confrontation free on this and other matters. The first real test of our anti-confrontation vows came on our wedding night after we had blissful sex.
“Darling, it’s better we deal with the problem than worry about how or why it happened.” My wife said to me after she revealed that she was pregnant by one of her old boyfriends.
Even though thoroughly shocked at her revelation, I was at a loss for words. All I could think of was to ask if she planned to have the baby.
“Yes darling, I want to have Jack’s baby for us.”
She went on to tell me how pretty his baby would look with her looks and Jack’s handsome rugged features.
I asked if she’d intentionally got pregnant. You see, Jack was not one of my favorite people. He and I just didn’t get along that well in school. He was always taunting me about my manhood and what a wimp and sissy I was. It was bad enough I had feasted on his jism from my life partner’s pussy before we became engaged, but now to have her carrying his child was even worse.
“No darling, it was actually his idea. He had me get off the pill. He thought it would be a great wedding gift for us since he said he didn’t have much money for anything valuable. So I thought that was nice of him to offer such a thoughtful and really priceless gift for us. Our first baby.” My new bride said with dreamy eyes as she cuddled up to me as we lay there in the bridal suite. I was at a loss for words as well as what to do about this situation.
“Darling, I probably should’ve told you about his gift while we were making it, but he thought it better to be a surprise for you.” Said my beaming new bride as we talked about the “gift” my high school nemesis had given to us.
“Darling, they say confession is good for the soul. So now that we’re married and promised to be devoted to each other, I must let you know some dark secrets about me. No matter how hard I tried to be faithful to you — I obviously wasn’t. I was having sex with several guys. Jack is just the one who convinced me to get pregnant. I know it was somewhat wrong dating other guys, but I needed their big cocks and I needed you. I know you wanted me to be happy and I needed those big cocks to be happy. I really missed sharing those moments I had with the guys with you — that is by letting you taste the results of them screwing me — but I didn’t want to give you any reason not to make me your wife, even though I often wanted to feed you my creampies. Even though you say you don’t, I really think you like eating them.”
Deloris sounded so sincere in her confession as I gave her an incredulous look. Even though I’d been tricked and utterly humiliated, the wonderful look in her eyes and her expression of the need for me caused my anger to subside — to even my own amazement. We talked on and on into the night. I will remember our wedding night as basically setting the pattern of rules of behavior for the remainder of our marriage. My new bride revealed very candidly that even though she truly loved me, she would need to have sex with men who had large penises. She said if I truly loved her, I would agree to this. I tried to express myself without being confrontational, but I just wasn’t having much luck.
“Dan, are you being confrontational?” My new wife of a few hours sternly said with a raised voice as I tried to discern how we should or could explore other options, such as therapy for her where other guys wouldn’t have to be involved or have sex with her.
“You are too being confrontational! And to think, just this afternoon, you swore not to be that way in front of several dozen people. You are a sham! And to think of all the trouble I’ve gone through to make this a happy occasion. I got pregnant from Jack for us. I had to secretly slip around behind your back and have sex with different guys and pretend I was faithful to you during our engagement of 5 months. Just imagine five months of not having you slurp up their hot jism from my wet cunt. You don’t know how much agony I went through not feeling your mouth on my creampies. It’s just not the same having you suck my pussy with no dick cream in it. If I knew you were going to act this way, I wouldn’t have married you.”
I worked to calm my new wife down and could see that she was indeed upset at my questioning her actions. In spite of all that’d happened, I was now worried about losing my new wife, especially since she mentioned over and over the possibility of an annulment and the talk of her getting an abortion if that happened, since I wasn’t man enough to be the daddy of another man’s baby.
“I… SOB!… I’ve got to go… SOB!… somewhere and think… SOB!….” My new bride cried out as she hurriedly dressed and ran toward the door sobbing.
All alone in the large bridal suite, I felt lonely without her already. By the time I threw on pants and a shirt and went looking for her, I couldn’t find a trace of her. It was then I decided to enlist the aid of my best man, and best friend, Julius. He was staying at the same hotel, as were other members of the wedding party. When I reached his room and was about to knock on the door, my best friend, Julius, and Deloris stepped out.
