29 year old married woman here, and last week I found out I’m pregnant, by my husband’s boss. I’ve been seeing him for 5 months now and we rarely use protection, unlike me and my husband, so the chance that it’s not his is very low. My husband and I are both black, and his boss is white, so it’s going to be hard to hide.

I felt guilty when the affair began, but I no longer do. My husband is a nice guy but he doesn’t make me feel the way his boss does. He may not love me but at least I can feel like a woman around him. I know you’re all going to hate me for this but I don’t care. In 9 months I’ll have a child who I’ll be proud to say is my own. 

I found this website about a week ago and I have read some interesting confessions and I have decided to post my own. About 20 years ago, well 19 and change I was in my last year of high school.  My father got a job across the country working 3 months on/ 1 month off. It was me, my younger bro and my mom most of the time. Long story short after a few accidental run ins between me and my mom , we somehow got on a quid pro quo situation , i mean she at the time was only in her late 30s and I was a late teen so we both had high libidos. 

She had a few things though, she hated the taste of cum so that was a no go to cum there. Also since she almost died giving birth to my bro and the fact that she obviously didnt want me to get her prefnant, cumming in her pussy was a no go and if i ever did, then the whole deal was. She however, over the years never used a condom with my dad because he convinced her to do anal and she either liked it or just got used to it, i never bothered to ask the history of their sex life. Basically she would suck my dick and i could fuck her pussy or ass, but i could only either pulled out or cum in her ass. So yeah i took advantage of this situation and used her ass; i honestly dont recall evert pulling out once.

I will admit, i think for both of us it was weird, but after a while it was, towards rhe end I looked forwars to it, not sure if she did, i assume so. But she was always.down for something, i could get sex any day, and if she was on her period she had no problem with anal only.  When my dad was home it almost never happened; i know i managed to get it a couple times on the weekends if my dad was gone out like fishing or over a friends and my bro was gone out with his friends, but it was still rare. It all stopped after i graduated and left my small town. Well there was one point in my second year of university my lease was up and i was finding a new place and was house sitting my friend apartment while he was gone away for work. She came in and helped me look for a place while my dad was home at the time looked after my brother. I convinced her to let me the couple nights she waa in and aftet that never again.

Even though we did all that , up to now I'm married a nd have kids/ her grandkids with my wife, we act like mom and son. Its like all that happened we both kind of forgot it in a way, like pretend it never happened. 

I think I did ger a love for anal from it though so i endes finding a woman who loves it up the ass and made her my wife!

I rarely ever wear any Panties under my Skirt.. I Love letting random guys see my Hairy Holes!

Sometimes, just one second cam feel forever.. Either when waiting or when living the moment. The Devil often tells me to relax and enjoy the moment and to stop worrying.. I do know I overthink now and then but I would say mostly when I wait. But there always was something that makes me able to switch off from that, even tho it's the the Devil who says just don't worry. What an ability to ease my mind. I find it hot, rare and making me raw in my whole dynamic. Something that also stripped me of the pattern of my other relationships... and then the calculated bite and time of the Devil, making me beg and ache for the moment to live in with him. Pulling me back in past longing making the second feel like forever troubling my mind, tickling the lust and passion in me but holding it in place. The Devil always forgets how much He owes my playful and how it all starts with him and struggles to breathe when He takes it away. Misbehaving seems soo distant... yearning for the moment again, to be consumed and felt. Am I a good girl all raw and curious, all desperate and ready, focused, lustful?