Confession – Part 2

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This is the second part of a 2-part story. I strongly suggest you go back and read the first part before moving on to this. For those who have already read and are looking forward to the conclusion, I hope you enjoy it. For those who don’t want to go back to the first part, a quick summary:The narrator is married to Gina, a very beautiful woman (Winona Ryder lookalike). They have been married a couple of years and he is devoted to her. She is shy and awkward and he has fantasies about how she will react if another man comes onto her. He discovers an app called Confession, which allows users to anonymously post their darkest thoughts. He becomes obsessed, spends too much of his time posting his fantasies about Gina. One day she tells him she is going out drinking with an old friend from university (a friend he secretly thinks of as being a slut). He posts on the app that they are going out and where they’ll be, and later posts a picture of them. Mistakenly, his posts are not anonymous. He receives messages from a user called “SinglePringle”, who claims to be with Gina right now… He also claims that his friend Leon is a notorious womaniser and will definitely end up having his way with her. He doubts this is true, but agrees to SinglePringle’s offer to set up a private group and give him updates on what’s happening throughout the night… He soon claims that Leon has been kissing her. What will happen next…?Note: the second part opens with a number of posts made my SinglePringle: So we’re heading back to Leon’s now. It turns out we all live in the same neck of the woods, though you guys definitely live in the nicer part! We’re on the same train anyway.Leon suggested she should come back with us for a drink. And she agreed! I suppose she still might change her mind before we get off the train.I think maybe she feels safer knowing I’m going back too, like it’s a normal end of the night drink. Maybe she’s telling herself this isn’t about sex, this is just going back to a friend’s for a drink……But it definitely IS about sex. You should see the way she’s looking at him.Leon is going to give her a damn good fucking tonight.She didn’t change her mind. She got off at our stop (which is just a couple before yours). Just ten minutes in a taxi now.Leon is fingering her in the cab. The three of us are in the back, her in the middle. He’s got his hand up her skirt. I suppose they might think it’s discreet, except she’s making moaning sounds. Even the cab driver must know what’s happening.I’m pretending I don’t know what’s going on. Engrossed in my phone.That was close! Leon forgot his keys and we didn’t think we’d be able to get in the house. That would have ruined his fun for sure. But his cousin, Frank, was at home. Lucky! (for Leon anyway)No time wasted. We got in, went to the lounge, poured drinks. But they just left them on the table. They were all over each other. Leon whispered something to her and she giggled and nodded, and the two of them went into his bedroom and shut the door.She’s noisy. I can’t even imagine what he must be doing to her in there. Frank said he’s never heard anything like it either.I didn’t respond to any of the posts. No replies, no likes, no encouragement at all. But they kept coming.It couldn’t be true. Maybe they really had met Gina–I suppose they must have done, considering the picture–but none of this could be happening. Drinking with her, the cigarette…yeah, all possible. The kiss: maybe. I could imagine her being too polite to say no when he leaned forward and went for it, allowing him to kiss her–but not kissing back. No way. Then awkwardly moving away when they were interrupted, making her excuses, leaving.The rest of it was just a joke. Leon–or whatever his name was–hadn’t managed to do anything with her, but they were pretending he had. She’d walk in the door soon almanbahis şikayet and even then they’d keep messaging, telling me she was with them and she was still in the bedroom with Leon.I looked up at the door. Any minute now.That thought echoed in my head, over and over, for forty-five minutes.Then another message on the app pinged my phone.Holy shit! Me and Frank were drifting off on the sofa. I was thinking it was about time to head home. The noises had eased off, so there wasn’t even that to keep me amused. Then a few minutes ago, Leon appeared. Great big smile on his face. Said she’s amazing and can’t get enough. She’s worn him out but she still wants more. Asked if I wanted to have a go.I almost threw the phone across the room as I read that. My heart pounded in my chest; my cock throbbed in my trousers. I let out an involuntary “aaaaaaahhhh” sound.I typed my response quickly: What? NO! Can you just stop this please? Tell her to come home.Then I added: This can’t be real anyway. I don’t believe it. This is just a wind-up.I waited, phone clutched in my hand, staring at the screen.#Twenty minutes later.Dude, I’m sorry. This is not a joke. This is happening. I feel a bit bad, but in the end this is just about pussy. Nothing personal. Your wife is hot, and she really can’t get enough.I walked into the bedroom and she dragged me onto the bed. She almost ripped my undewear off to get to my cock, then buried it so far down her throat I thought she was going to suffocate. But she didn’t.After a few minutes, I knew I was getting close. I tried to pull away but she wouldn’t have it–just said she wanted to feel my hot spunk pouring down my throat. That did it for me. She swallowed the whole lot, licked it clean, then fell back on the bed. Pleased with herself but disappointed I didn’t fuck her.”I’ll send Frank in next,” I suggested. “But I’m hoping that’s not it–are you staying for Round Two?” She said: “Definitely.”I’ll see if I can take some pictures for you. Frank’s in there at the moment but I’ll see what I can do. But yeah, she’s probably gonna be home a bit later than expected anyway.I had no answer. Of course it wasn’t true. It didn’t matter that my dick raged in my pants, that the whole idea sent shivers through my body.It couldn’t really be happening. Whoever this was, he had played it well so far. He had, in places, really had me going. But he’d taken it too far now, way beyond any believability and out into some weird fantasy land.She’ll be home soon, I told myself. Very soon. #It had been two hours. Still no word from her. No word from SinglePringle either.It was time to worry. Time to start thinking about all the bad things that could have happened. I had texted her a handful of times, and called her too. Whatever the situation, she wouldn’t leave me here like this to worry. If she was with a bunch of guys–even if she was doing what this guy claimed she was doing–then she would have responded, at least to lie to me and say she was with Steff so that I wouldn’t worry. And if she was with Steff–well, they had never stayed out this late before. I had no idea what they might be doing if they were still out now.I knew I had to call the police. But what would I say?My wife’s missing. She hasn’t come home yet.Well yes, that would be the start. But when they asked where she was supposed to be, if I’d heard from her, if I had any clue at all where she was? Then what? Well, she might have gone off to have sex with a few guys she met in the bar, but I’m not sure if it’s a joke.Then? Show them the messages?And what if she showed up right after? Or it turned out she was just out with Steff, as she said?I didn’t know what would be most embarrassing: admitting my weird fantasies, the fact that I’d been duped into worrying…or finding out it was all true.Just a little longer, I kept telling almanbahis canlı casino myself. A little longer and I’ll do something.And now two hours had gone.I almost jumped into the air as the phone pinged. A notification! A new post!I grabbed the phone and scrabbled to unlock it.You guessed it dude. We’ve been pretty busy the last couple of hours. Sorry to keep you in suspense.She’ll be home soon. She’s just taking a shower. She said she doesn’t want you to find out what happened! Lol!So tell me, I dared. Tell me what happened.But he was going to tell me whether I wanted him to or not.Frank was done quicker than me–said he nutted in her mouth and she just swallowed the whole lot and licked him clean. But she wasn’t done, and it was too quick even for Leon to be ready for another go.She came back into the lounge for a drink, all four of us sitting there naked. Leon told her he was sorry we weren’t ready for action yet, it’d probably take a few minutes. Then he suggested she get herself off, right there in front of us. He said it would turn us on and we’d be ready again in minutes.And so she began playing with herself. She got really warmed up, one leg over the arm of the sofa and the other straddled across Leon’s lap. She was flicking furiously–I’ve never seen anything like it.Next he posted a pic, slightly grainy as if taken discreetly with a mobile phone. There was a woman alright, sitting on a beige sofa, her legs wide and high exactly as he’d described. Completely naked. One hand over her crotch while she worked at herself, the other cupping one of her bare breasts. Her head was tilted back so that I could see nothing of her face. There was a hint of dark hair on her head.It’s not her, I told myself. This was just a photo he’d found online of a woman who looked a bit like Gina, a bit like the woman in the picture I’d posted. It must have taken him a long time to find something that worked.And besides, what he’d described–that couldn’t be her. She never liked giving blowjobs. I came in her mouth once and she hated it and said it wouldn’t happen again. And she was too shy to ever finger herself in front of three strangers.It didn’t take us long, what with her writhing around like that on the sofa. Your wife is a very sexy lady.Frank went to her first, his dick hard. She took it and started gobbling right away, still playing with herself as she did.He let it happen for a few minutes, then he just grabbed her by the arms and threw her down on the floor and onto her knees.Leon jumped up–he gets protective of his women. She was shocked, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was really into it.Frank fed his cock into her mouth again, all the way into her throat. He grabbed the back of her head, wouldn’t give her room to breathe, and began to pound away.Here he is, fucking her face.And another pic, this time a woman on her knees engaged in exactly the action he had described. The guy was short, skinny, black. His bony hands were wrapped around the woman’s skull, gripping her so that she wouldn’t be able to escape what was happening to her. The woman’s face was being squished into his crotch. Again no way to see–but again, the hair could be right. It was the same colour. The woman was the right pale colour, the correct slender build.Then I went to her. Then Leon. All three of us standing over her, she took turns on our dicks. I couldn’t get a pic of that, sorry.Finally, Leon put her down on all fours and knelt down behind her. Put it in and began fucking her. I was the one in front of her at this point, fucking her face the way Frank did it.I pulled away and let Frank have a go–he really seemed to like fucking her face. And she seemed to really enjoy him doing it. She made a choking, gagging sound with every thrust–gug, gug, gug, gug, gug, gug, gugh! At the same time, Leon pounded almanbahis casino away at her, his balls slap-slap-slap-slapping against her from behind.That’s how it went for about half an hour. We took turns, switched positions. We fucked her in every position imaginable. She begged and screamed for more. I’ve never seen anything like it.Gina always told me that doggy made her feel like an animal, disrespected. Missionary was her favourite, though she didn’t mind being on top sometimes, in control. But she always felt anxious when we did it that way, like she was “on show” somehow. Even if the lights were off (and they usually were).Then we took her to Leon’s bedroom. They went first and I watched.He posted another pic–not just grainy this time but completely blurred. It was clear the photographer was sitting down, away from the action. The most prominent thing in the image was his dick–which was huge, or at least seemed to be from this perspective. It was close up, right in front of the camera. Distasteful.In the background I could make out two black guys spit-roasting a white woman. She was on all fours, one guy at either end. Aside from the fact that she was white, and she had dark hair, it was impossible to assess if it could have been Gina.This guy had gone to incredible lengths to find images online that fit her description but didn’t give away any specific details. And then h created a story that weaved them all together into one story. It would almost be impressive, if it wasn’t so creepy.Then he posted again, this time a video clip, only a few seconds in length. It was the same scene–the big dick in the foreground, this time being jerked slowly with one hand (the other, presumably, holding the camera phone). The three people in the background were moving, the two guys pounding away at the woman between them.”Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!” she cried. She was breathless, panting. Then the words contorted into a desperate sound: “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!” It was clear she was having a huge, intense orgasm.I knew it couldn’t be Gina. I’d never seen her in that state, never heard her make sounds like that.Then I jumped into action myself. Didn’t get very much on camera/video after that.Of course not, I thought to myself. That’s pretty convenient when you’re trying to convince me of a story like this.Just this last one.Another video. She was still being spit-roasted, but this time the guy holding the camera was the one fucking her from behind. The guy in front–Frank–was holding her head and thrusting forcefully into her mouth.The quality of the picture in this video was much better. The cameraman had really taken care to ensure it came out well, despite being busy fucking her at the same time. The first thing I noticed was the hair: it was the perfect length, the perfect jet-black colour, and with slight curls in exactly the right places.Then as they continued to fuck her, the guy with the camera moved his left hand down her back. The camera followed the movement. The hand lightly smacked her bum and then moved around to her hip. I could make out the edge of it at first, but as he twisted the camera angle it became clear: a small pink tattoo. A butterfly.My heart pounded. This can’t be happening.And then suddenly there was an explosion of sound. I almost jumped out of my seat, even though I knew the sound was not coming from the house–it was from the video. It was a song. I recognised it right away, and it took only a nanosecond for my brain to process it: When You Were Mine, by Prince.It wasn’t music I would listen to. I knew it because it was Gina’s ringtone for me. She had assigned it a month or so after we’d met. In the video, the woman continued to get pounded, taking no notice of the sound. The cameraman panned around and now I could see Leon walking over to them, completely naked, his cock swinging between his legs. Leon looked over at the camera and gave a big, toothy smile and then winked. He held his right hand up at the camera. He was holding a phone in a pink case: this was where the sound was coming from.

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