Below is how a lady identified simply as Cynthia, shared her secret on a popular online platform and titled it – “My Confession.”
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“Before you begin to judge me, know that I have judged myself. But I will share anyway, in hopes that this will bring me some form of peace.
“I have been married for four years now, and two months ago, I f*cked my ex boyfriend, returned home, then had s*x with my husband.
Here is how it happened.
“B and I dated years and years ago. We kept in touch since I got married and randomly sent messages back and forth.
“We actually never had s*xual conversations, we just checked in on each other to see how the other was doing. My husband knew we communicated but I am not sure he knew how much we really talked.
“He knew about my goals from the time we dated. This was one of the things we talked about. He is a videographer and I do photography so we shared ideas from time to time.
“One day, he suggested we open some kind of blog and suggested that we should combine forces and do a project together. He and I talked at length (through the phone) about it. Soon, it became time for us to meet to settle some few things.
“I left work early one day to go visit him at his place which was about 30 minutes from my office. I chose to go from work so I will not be out too long since my husband would be expecting me at home. He did not know of my meeting with B.
“On getting to B’s place, we talked for a while about our plans. Then we started talking about our relationship. He said he missed me and I just somehow ignored him.
“We were both sitting on his living room rug, then he came to sit closer to me. He had his hand on my thighs but for some reason, I did not move it.
“I let him talk about how much he missed me and how much he wished he was still with me while he stroked my thighs.
“He made his way up into my skirt and began touching me through my panties. I sat there, unmoving, and closed my eyes.
“Things escalated fast and soon my skirt was raised and I was pinned underneath him. I can tell you that I literally closed my eyes through this.
“I truly did miss him but I loved my husband. I could not bear to open my eyes and witness what I was doing.
“My body was aware, however, as I responded to his sweet, deep, thrusts into me. By the time he was over, I got up, got dressed, walked out and swore this was never going to happen again.
“When I got home, my husband was home already. I gave a mumbled greeting and headed straight into our room to take off my clothes and wash off the day’s sins.
“My husband came in to meet me as I was about to wrap a towel around me. He asked me what was wrong, and I knew that if he kept prodding, I will start crying and he will start worrying until I told him.
“So, to change the subject I kissed him. He began kissing me passionately and kissing my neck. I tried to push him away but I fear he will get suspicious so when he removed the towel I had wrapped around me and led me to the bed, I did not resist.
“He made love to me, gently and lovingly, the way he always does. The idea that he was soon spilling his seed in me the way B did about an hour ago repulsed and turned me on at the same time.
“I hated that the idea even made me hornier and wetter, so it was truly a conflict.
“When it was all over, I laid there and wondered if the dripping out of me was from my man or from my ex-boyfriend.“