I had always been a faithful wife to my loving and hardworking husband, whom I love very much. But once, about three years into our marriage, I was at a friend’s bridal shower and got totally wasted in a nightclub. It was still fuzzy, but I remember accidentally kind of cheating on him with one of his single friends. Well, not really. It’s not like I slept with the guy, it was just a kiss, more or less. Fine, we made out. And I may have also sat on his dick and given him a lap dance, but he never took off his pants. As I said, I was pretty drunk.
I didn’t think of it much after that, not really keeping it a secret, just not thinking about it as time passed. My husband is rather an old school type of man, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint him, and we were both really drunk at the time, and since he never brought it up again I mostly just forgot about it. Then one day I got a strange call from another of my husband’s friends.
“There is something serious I need to discuss with you,” he began. “I’m coming right over.” I was a little worried since my husband was still at work, but he didn’t give me time to argue before hanging up.
When he entered my house he confronted me with a picture of me and their mutual friend in the club. I didn’t know someone had photographed us, and I had to admit, it looked really bad. If I hadn’t known that nothing had really happened I could easily understand that someone would think I had done with him since I was all over him like a total slut. I tried to explain that and begged him not to tell my husband and let me delete that photo.
“I’m sorry, but your husband has been one of my best friends since childhood. And he deserves to know that he married a slut,” he said soberly, leaving me almost in tears, now outright begging him not to ruin my life. At which point he smirked. “The only way I could keep this a secret from him if you show me just how much of a slut you really are,” then he began unbuckling his pants. I should have gotten mad and refused, but knew that I had no other choice.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I declared, clearing my sobs, and tried to appease him by going down on my knees before him. He just chuckled evilly, seeming to agree to just get a blowjob as I went to work.
Thankfully he didn’t last long, but just before he came he pulled back and emptied his balls all over my face. “Stick out your tongue,” he demanded. Ashamedly I did as he ordered, feeling the last of his salty sperm drip onto my outstretched tongue. When he was done having fun with me I was just trying to spit out his jizz when I saw that he’d already gotten his phone out.
“You’re deleting the picture right?” I asked and then blinked in surprise as I was blinded by a flash. Shit! He just took a picture of me while I was there on my knees in my kitchen, my face dripping with his cum! “Hey, you can’t…” I yelled before his heavy right hand connected with my face and slapped me to the floor. The sudden pain on my cheek burned, but I couldn’t see anything now through my gushing tears.
“See you again soon, Slut,” he laughed before I heard his footsteps walk away from me as I struggled to get my bearings. I had gotten my hands under me and was upright sitting on the floor when I heard the door open. “Better get yourself and this mess cleaned up. Wouldn’t want your husband to find out his loyal little wife is actually a filthy whore.”
I had looked over just in time to see the door close as he left. Now the tears came hard and fast, the worry and dread merging with the physical sting of my jaw. The worst part was that now I knew this is just the beginning. He’d be back and I’d have to do whatever he asked. I was completely trapped unless I came clean to my husband. Could I do that?
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