I  have always been a sexual person. I have these deep, dark twisted se… fantasies. I won’t get too much into it but I will say my favorite categories are bbc gangbang, lesbian and CNC. I know, I know. Don’t judge me yet it gets worse.

I met my husband 5 years ago. We’ve been married for almost 3 years. He’s the best person I know however he’s extremely vanilla. He’s just so nice, even in bed. I want to be treated like a w***e. But I find myself faking orgasms and being left s… frustrated more often than not. He’s pretty much the perfect husband…he just doesn’t know how do make me cum. It’s not awful, just boring.

Last weekend, we planned to go out together. He was tired from the day and decided to stay home last minute. I was frustrated but I understood. I told him that I still wanted to go out so I called a girlfriend of mine, C. We met up, went to a bar in the next town over and met 2 guys. We flirted and danced with them. They bought our drinks and before I knew it I was completely fucked up. We teased them saying how we’d hooked up with each other once in college, not true. The next thing I know, C and I are making out with her hand in my panties, in our shared Uber with these two men and we’re heading to one of their houses.

That night, I banged all 3 of them. I remember eating C’s p*** while the guys took turns on me. I came over and over and over. I loved it. It was euphoric. When they were done, the guys nutted on our t**s…I was living my best life.

I woke up around 6 AM, still naked. I washed my face and wiped myself down the best I could. I was still riding the wave of the night before when I remembered my sweet husband. I don’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve this. How could I do this to him?! In one night, I’ve done a lifetime’s worth of emotional damage and I know it.

I told him that I slept at C’s to avoid drinking and driving. He was so understanding. He’s been trying to be intimate the last couple of days and I just say I feel sick. I feel awful. I can’t tell him I’m a w***e. But I like being a w***e. But I don’t wanna lose him. And while I feel like trash, I can’t deny that was the best night of my life…

UPDATE

I told him everything.

He came home from work today with a fresh haircut and my favorite candy. He told me he could tell that I’ve been off and wanted to cheer me up so he wants to take me on a movie date, which has always been our thing. ‍ Ever since I woke up on Saturday morning, I have been more quiet and less affectionate I couldn’t Even look him in the eye. He kept asking me what is wrong and trying his best to make me smile or make me laugh all week, which only made me feel worse.

I am trash. I can’t believe I really did this to him. I cheated on the love of my life for a meaningless orgasm, and while in the moment it felt great, sitting there preparing myself to confess what I had done to him, I could just die. It was so stupid and not worth it at all.

I told him to sit down, and that I needed to talk to him about something serious. He sat down with a concerned look on his face and put his arm around me. He asked me “baby what’s the matter?”