It's a small world
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:20 pm
Okay, I've got a big problem. Probably the shittiest thing that I ever did in my life occurred 15 years ago and it's about to come back to bite me in the ass...I just know it.
Way back when, my lease at my apartment was up and I had a gap of about three weeks before I could move into my new place, so I was fu*cked as far as living arrangements go. This dude that I knew from work told me that I could crash on his couch for as long as I needed to, but he'd have to clear it with his wife and sister (who lived there also) first. The next day, he tells me that both were cool with it, so starting that night I began crashing there.
Dude's fat sister made it clear from pretty much minute one that she'd take my hog in any orifice. She was fat, but alright-looking in the face. But I needed to stay there for three weeks, so no way was I fuc*king my situation up by porking some fatty, even one bold enough to show me the size of her tongue while describing her prowess at giving head.
So... One night while the husband was out working, it was just me and the two ladies at home watching tv. They start giggling and asking me questions like what if the sister just blew me and I didn't have to nail her. Would I be down for that? I said "No, because eventually she'd be begging for the hog or get resentful."
Then the wife asked, "Well what would you do if you woke up one night and I was sucking your dick?" She totally sounded like she was just goofing around, so I figured I'd play back and said, "That would depend on whether your husband was home or not. Hahaha."
Errrr...how come I'm the only one laughing? - me to self
After that she wouldn't leave me alone. I'd wake up with her hand in my pants, her tongue in my mouth, etc. As soon as her husband was out the door, she'd pounce on me, and I'd be fighting her off, saying, "Are you fuc*king nuts?! I am *not* doing this."
Then one day, for some reason, I basically just gave in. She had worn me down and I hadn't been laid in a few months, so I agreed to nail her in a hotel room. We got a room that night and had sex for a few hours. Afterwards I felt like shi*t. I couldn't believe I had done it. Worst part was, she kept making it clear that she was expecting it to be a regular thing from that point on. But there was no way *that* was going to happen.
I ended up staying only a few more days. Every day when hubby was gone at work she'd want me to fu*ck her there in the house. When I refused time after time, she got pissed and started being nasty. She started fu*cking with me by saying that she might be pregnant, then told me that I should probably get an AIDS test.
I was outta there. I don't remember where I stayed for the last week or so because it was so long ago, but there was no way that I could stay there any longer. Too much guilt with what I had done and too much psychotic action from dude's wife and his sister with the Gene Simmons tongue.
So here's the problem... I just found out that my older sister has been dating the now-divorced husband for quite some time and that they're in love and quite serious.
Now I just *know* that when they got divorced that his wife threw it in his face that she had sex with me. I *know* it. That's just the type of chick that she is. And that's what made it particularly stupid for me to nail her in the first place...but I did. So I just know that at some point at some family event he's going to ask me about it when we're alone. You know, the "Hey, you mind if we take a walk for a few minutes" type of thing?
I know his OL told him about it, but she's famous for being an outstanding liar. He knew it, everyone knew it. She was one of those gossipers that used to make shit up to talk about if there was nothing good going on. So I could act shocked and tell him that I have no idea what he's talking about and be totally believable or I could come clean. This isn't something that's eating me up because it happened when I was 19 and I'm now 35, but I do feel like I owe it to him to tell him the truth. Then again, there's another part of me telling me to take it to my grave...
Way back when, my lease at my apartment was up and I had a gap of about three weeks before I could move into my new place, so I was fu*cked as far as living arrangements go. This dude that I knew from work told me that I could crash on his couch for as long as I needed to, but he'd have to clear it with his wife and sister (who lived there also) first. The next day, he tells me that both were cool with it, so starting that night I began crashing there.
Dude's fat sister made it clear from pretty much minute one that she'd take my hog in any orifice. She was fat, but alright-looking in the face. But I needed to stay there for three weeks, so no way was I fuc*king my situation up by porking some fatty, even one bold enough to show me the size of her tongue while describing her prowess at giving head.
So... One night while the husband was out working, it was just me and the two ladies at home watching tv. They start giggling and asking me questions like what if the sister just blew me and I didn't have to nail her. Would I be down for that? I said "No, because eventually she'd be begging for the hog or get resentful."
Then the wife asked, "Well what would you do if you woke up one night and I was sucking your dick?" She totally sounded like she was just goofing around, so I figured I'd play back and said, "That would depend on whether your husband was home or not. Hahaha."
Errrr...how come I'm the only one laughing? - me to self
After that she wouldn't leave me alone. I'd wake up with her hand in my pants, her tongue in my mouth, etc. As soon as her husband was out the door, she'd pounce on me, and I'd be fighting her off, saying, "Are you fuc*king nuts?! I am *not* doing this."
Then one day, for some reason, I basically just gave in. She had worn me down and I hadn't been laid in a few months, so I agreed to nail her in a hotel room. We got a room that night and had sex for a few hours. Afterwards I felt like shi*t. I couldn't believe I had done it. Worst part was, she kept making it clear that she was expecting it to be a regular thing from that point on. But there was no way *that* was going to happen.
I ended up staying only a few more days. Every day when hubby was gone at work she'd want me to fu*ck her there in the house. When I refused time after time, she got pissed and started being nasty. She started fu*cking with me by saying that she might be pregnant, then told me that I should probably get an AIDS test.
I was outta there. I don't remember where I stayed for the last week or so because it was so long ago, but there was no way that I could stay there any longer. Too much guilt with what I had done and too much psychotic action from dude's wife and his sister with the Gene Simmons tongue.
So here's the problem... I just found out that my older sister has been dating the now-divorced husband for quite some time and that they're in love and quite serious.
Now I just *know* that when they got divorced that his wife threw it in his face that she had sex with me. I *know* it. That's just the type of chick that she is. And that's what made it particularly stupid for me to nail her in the first place...but I did. So I just know that at some point at some family event he's going to ask me about it when we're alone. You know, the "Hey, you mind if we take a walk for a few minutes" type of thing?
I know his OL told him about it, but she's famous for being an outstanding liar. He knew it, everyone knew it. She was one of those gossipers that used to make shit up to talk about if there was nothing good going on. So I could act shocked and tell him that I have no idea what he's talking about and be totally believable or I could come clean. This isn't something that's eating me up because it happened when I was 19 and I'm now 35, but I do feel like I owe it to him to tell him the truth. Then again, there's another part of me telling me to take it to my grave...
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