The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

... him?” I asked her.

“What? Of course not, no, I, I didn’t. I felt bad straight away,” she replied, sounding unconvincing.

“Be honest, I deserve that at least.” I probed, looking towards her silhouette in the dark bedroom.

Again, silence for a while.

“Erm, you want me to be honest?” She asked, leaning up on her elbow.

“I want you, no, I need to know everything if we are to try and move past this,” I replied.

After a while, she spoke.

“At the time, I was flattered that he was so interested in me. He was very good-looking and out of all of our group, he wanted me and he made that clear in everything he said and did. It made me feel, I don’t know, desired and like it was new and exciting. When we kissed on the lips, I knew I should stop but at that moment, I don’t think I could have. When he kissed me, my heart was pounding with guilt but also with excitement. God, I feel so bad,” Tara whispered.

There it was again. My cock was twitching and getting hard, even though the woman I loved was telling me about how she felt while cheating on me. What the fuck was wrong with me. My heart was pounding listening to her open up and yet my cock had a mind of its own.

“Did you enjoy kissing him?” I asked again.

Silence.

“At the time, yes. I must have or I’d have stopped. I’m so sorry. It is the worst mistake I ever made, risking everything to feel good for a few minutes when I was drunk,” she eventually responded.

We lay in silence for longer, my mind ...

... working overdrive and my cock rock hard.

“Were you turned on by him?” I asked, quietly.

“What do you mean? Of course not no, what do you mean by that?” Tara flustered in response.

“I mean exactly what I asked. If you were kissing him so passionately, were you turned on? Did he make you wet? It’s quite obvious what I mean,” I replied.

“I, I, erm, I don’t know to be honest…” she started in response until I interrupted.

“Again, don’t bullshit me. Answer the question or we’re struggling,” I said.

Silence ensued for several minutes.

“Yes, I’m sorry but yes, I was turned on by it all. It was just the situation though and I regret it.” Tara responded. sounding crestfallen.

“Were you wet?” I asked.

“Erm, I don’t know to be honest…” Again she started floundering before I stepped in.

“Truth. Did he make your pussy wet? It’s a simple question, just answer it.” I hissed.

“I’m so sorry, but yes, he did. I was wet, but it was the worst mistake I ever made in my life.” she whispered, tightening her arm around me.

As she did though, her elbow brushed the end of my rock-hard cock. I felt her freeze a little but then she moved her arm down again, to bump her elbow accidentally against my cock to check if it was rock hard.

I was completely torn. Part of me wanted to kick her out of the house, the other part of me wanted to rip her out of Pjs and fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. I was super angry but more turned on than I had been in ...