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Our friend from school was getting married, and my husband and I were supposed to go together. It was only a two-hour drive from our home.
Unfortunately, the sitter backed out at the last minute, so my husband had to stay home with the kids. He wasn’t very excited about the wedding, but he was looking forward to our night away in the city.
He had booked a nice hotel room and I had made some promises about the steamy sex we were going to have.
I told him I would make it up to him on Sunday night at home once the kids go to bed.
The wedding was nice, but they stuck me at a table of younger couples and single guys. I was sitting between two young black men.
Our table, part of the younger crowd, was one of the livelier ones and, I guess they consumed the most drinks.
Being in that atmosphere and feeling a bit uncomfortable between two young, attractive men may have led me to drink more than usual.
I hadn’t planned on getting drunk, but I suppose the peer pressure from them played a role.
By 9pm I have already made out with both of the guys separately. One guy was behind the tent while the other went out to vape.
Around 10pm, they somehow found out they had both made out with me and it seemed they made a plan to try to take me home.
At this point, I was very intoxicated and ready to head back to my hotel room.
One of them mentioned that they wanted to go back to the hotel and would be leaving right away.
At first, I thought they were offering me a ride back to the hotel, but I misinterpreted their intentions. They both sat in the front seat while I climbed into the back, and they seemed harmless.
The drive to the hotel was only about 10 minutes. I was staying on the third floor, and they said they were on the fourth.
The moment they dropped me, I grabbed the guy who drove the car and started kissing him again.
I was too drunk and horny, I asked the guy to follow me to my hotel room. I didn’t expect the other guy to follow us but he did.
I couldn’t comprehend what was about to happen but I allowed both of them into my room.
Things escalated. I was stripped off my clothes and manhandled onto the bed.
For the next 30 minutes, I took turns being their personal slut. They were both huge down there.
We really had fun and after few minutes, I had a very loud orgasm.
I am pretty sure everyone in the hotel heard me. But it didn’t end there, they both penetrated through my asshole meanwhile I’ve never thought of trying that with my husband.
It was painful at the start but after sometime, it felt amazing.
After we were done, they both went to shower and they decided to leave to their room. I really wish they could stay because I wouldn’t mind making out with them again in the morning.
The next day I left to my home and my husband also wanted to make out with him since I promised to make it up to him when I get back.
I feel so exhausted but he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I had to have sex with him too.
It’s been a month and I still can’t get over the threesome I had with the guys and since then I’ve not been enjoying sex with my husband anymore.
I don’t even know how to tell my husband I don’t enjoy the sex anymore because we’ve been making out since we got married and I never complained.
I am scared he will start suspecting something. I know I would break my home if I should tell him what transpired between the guys and I. What should I do now?
FG/EB
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