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Freddy in the Bathroom: My Wife's Confession

Date: 1/17/2017, Categories: True Story, First Time, Latina, Rape, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Wife, Author: rat_race, Rating: 94.6, Source: sexstories.com

first with some toilet paper or something, before you pulled your pants back up, and ran to your bedroom?” I asked “No, I didn’t,” Bea slowly answered, staring at the wall, obviously deep in thought. “I get the feeling that there’s still something that you’re not telling me. Even though you didn’t like Freddy as a person, there must have been something about Freddy that you really liked. Something that really turned you on a lot. Why else would you just stand there with your pants down, and wait for him to come back into the bathroom for a 'second go-round'? Come on, let’s have it,” I prodded her. “Okay, okay. But please don't get mad at me,” Bea said, still staring at the same invisible spot on the bedroom wall behind me. “I promise I won't get mad at you. Just tell me the whole truth about what really happened that day with Freddy in the bathroom.” Bea looked straight into my eyes and said, “Freddy stuck his fingers inside me.” “Okay. But you already told me that he played with your pussy,” I said. “No. You don't understand. After he told me to spread my legs far apart, and before he started rubbing his dick against my pussy, he stuck his fingers deep inside me. At first, it was just one finger at a time. But it didn't take long before he had two fingers inside me at the same time.” “So did Freddy 'pop your cherry' with his fingers?” “What are you talking about? Freddy didn't 'pop my cherry.' Because I didn't have a 'cherry' to 'pop.'” “Are you sure about that?" “Of ... course, I'm sure about that. I've been sticking my fingers into my own vagina as far back as I can remember. Heck, I never masturbate without fingering myself. "And I don't remember me ever having a hymen. And if I ever did, I guess it must've gotten ruptured somehow, probably before I ever reached puberty. Who knows? I might have even 'popped my own cherry' with my fingers,” Bea said sarcastically. “So then Freddy's fingers actually felt good inside your vagina?” “They didn't just feel good. They felt great!” Bea admitted, and then took a long pause before continuing, “I was enjoying the heck out Freddy fingering me. He was moving his fingers all around inside me, and exploring every part of my vagina that he could reach. And you know how much I love my G-spot. Let's just say that my pussy got really wet.” “How did Freddy react to your pussy getting 'really wet'?” “I can't tell you, because I wasn't really paying any attention to how Freddy was reacting. My mind was focused on much more important things--like how great my pussy was feeling. "But Freddy must have liked my pussy getting wet, because he started thrusting his fingers in and out. He did it slowly at first. But then he kept on speeding up, and--” “You mean, Freddy finger-fucked you?” I interrupted, in disbelief. “Yep,” Bea immediately replied. “Just like I do?” I asked, knowing full well that the next answer that would be coming out of Bea's mouth was most likely going to confirm my just-realized suspicion that the main ...