This is my online confession.

There I was laying in my bed as it rocked back and fourth. My feet and ass were hanging off the edge while my breast bounced up and down with each thrust. It had been three weeks since I'd sworn off having sex with Kid, and yet here I was getting pounded by his massive dick once again. In all fairness this was the first relapse I'd had with him and the first sex I'd had in over a week.

Kids big hands gripped me by the waste keeping me from falling. He was tall. Tall enough that he had a perfect standing position so I could just lay back on the bed and enjoy. We were in search a hurry to get his dick inside me that we hadn't bothered taking my under wear off. My new green and blue thong was pulled to one side so he could get at my pussy. My tank top was all I managed to get off while he had carried me to bed with an ass check in each hand. Thankfully my bra connected at the front which I had already popped open.

We hadn't been at it but a few minutes when I felt an orgasm coming. Kid was so good at everything he did I usually had multiple. He was starting to speed up which was my first indicator this wasn't going to be one of those times. I reached down underneath my leg arching my back and grabbing the top of his sack. This was always my signal that it was okay for him to cum. He started to thrust harder and harder. I didn't let go of his of his balls. With each hard thrust he let out a grunt because it just tugged on them more and more. Finally I couldn't hold on any more. I let go grabbing the sheets beneath me with both hands.

We cam together at the same time. There was just something about the two of us. We just clicked. I knew why he kept coming back for more. I was the best he'd ever had. I could only imagine the college girls he was used to couldn't keep up with him. I'm certain that when I was in college I wouldn't have known what to do either, but now. In my thirties. I knew exactly what he wanted. It gave me some sort of sick pleasure knowing/hoping he would go through the rest of his life with mediocre sex compared to me.

With a big push of his hips he slid me back on the bed a bit. Enough that my ass was no longer hanging off. He leaned down and rested his head on my chest in between my breast. His dick was still deep inside me. Unlike my husband Kid wasn't a grower. His dick was big all the time. A fact that he was very proud of. I don't think I've ever seen him wear underwear. We were both sweaty, and neither of us said a word. We just laid there and enjoyed the moment.

Kid sat up and grabbed my breast. One in each hand. Still on my back, I started to wiggle my hips in a circular motion. His dick still felt hard. I could fell it moving around with his cum starting to squish out the sides. It ran down my ass and onto the bed. Just then... a car door slammed.

For a split second Kid and I exchanged a wide eyed look of terror. He got off me and went for the back door pulling his shorts up and grabbing his shirt. Meanwhile I was frantically looking around the room for any evidence of our sexcapade when I should have been getting dressed. I noticed down the hall way Kid was standing at the back door not moving. Standing there in my unbuttoned bra and thong I motioned for him to go, but he just held up his hand. As soon as we heard the front door open Kid slipped out the back.

In a panic stricken state I ditched my bra to the floor, kicking it under the bed. I grabbed my bath robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door slung it on and climbed into bed under the cum stained comforter. I pulled the edge of the comforter in between my legs using it like a body pillow, but covering up the cum. I laid there, heart racing wondering if I'd left anything else laying around that would give me away.

My husband never called for me, which told me he was suspicious. He was always suspicious... checking my phone, laptop, and purse whenever he thought I wasn't looking. He had every reason to be, but it still annoyed me. He burst into the room, not saying anything. I laid there motionless fearing my oncoming heart attack. He placed a hand on my thigh and asked if everything was okay. He said he had called me several times.

With a bit of relief I told him that I thought I had the flu. I even advised him to not get any closer because I'd been throwing up all morning. He didn't seem very satisfied with my answer. In fact he didn't even respond he just went straight to the bathroom. I heard him start to pee so I decided to pull my thong off and stuff it in between the mattress and the box spring. I was worried he would eventually see me wearing a thong and there was no hiding the fact that it was soaked in cum. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

He came back into the bedroom and said that he had rushed home because he was worried about me, but he had to get back to work. I thought to myself, yea right.. you were clearly trying to catch me in the act. Which had almost happened. Thankfully you were stupid enough to slam your car door. He asked if I needed anything, so I asked him to find my phone. I told him I hadn't seen it all morning and didn't know where it was. He laid my phone on the night stand next to me and left without saying a word. Clearly very angry.

After several minutes had passed and my heart rate calmed down I checked my husbands whereabouts via the tracking app on my phone. We could both track each other it was no big secret. Seeing he was on his way to work I hoped in the shower.

I stayed in bed the rest of the evening. Still wearing my bath robe and clinging to the comforter. The only difference was now the comforter was cleaned and I was dressed under my robe. My husband checked in on me a few times, but mostly he stayed clear. I was bored and hungry. I couldn't wait for him to go to sleep so I could sneak some food and stretch my legs.

I eventually fell asleep watching Netflix on my phone. We didn't have a TV in our bedroom and the laptop might suggest I'm not as sick as I claim to be. My husband had slept in the guest room.

That morning, in the kitchen I found the laptop sitting open with a note on it. The note said a lot of things, but the jest of it was I know... and we're getting a divorce. When I woke up the laptop I saw that a video was paused. It was our bedroom. There I was laying on my back, in our room, with another man in between my legs.

I'll skip the sad, boring part which took place over the next few months. It was a lot of arguing and pleading with my husband, but we eventually got back together. In order to get him back I agreed to do anything and everything he ever asked of me. No questions asked. This lead to a lot of weird sexcapades with my husband.