Early on in our relationship, Bea’s unique sexuality really baffled me. Then one day, Bea made a confession to me about something that had happened to her, back when she was much younger. Something that she had kept secret for many years. Her confession helped to give me a much better understanding of her unique sexuality. Bea’s long-kept “dirty little secret” is what this story is really about.
By the way, Bea was on The Pill at the time that she made her confession to me.
Back in those days, the birth control pill was by far the most effective, least intrusive and most natural form of non-permanent birth control that was available to us. It gave us the ability to fuck whenever we wanted to, without any preplanning involved, and with a very low risk of Bea getting pregnant.
But what we both loved the most about The Pill was that, during our lovemaking, it allowed us to act as if we weren’t using any form of birth control at all. And as you can well imagine, that “pretending” only served to make the sex even that much more exciting for both of us.
And now that I have provided you with some necessary background information about my extraordinary wife, I can only hope that you will find the rest of this story as erotic and fascinating as I do. I have tried by best to accurately recreate the conversation and accompanying events that took place, while Bea was making her confession to me.
Bea’s Confession
Many months after we had begun living together (while we were both still in college), Bea and I were in bed naked, playfully fondling each other’s genitals and talking, as we were getting in the mood for some lovemaking. I remember that I was lying on my back, and Bea was down on her knees between my spread-apart legs, facing me. She was fondling my balls, while I was playfully running my fingers up and down her closed-up pussy crack.
That’s when Bea asked me how I would feel if I found out that she wasn’t a virgin, when we first met (which is what she had always led me to believe).
After thinking it over for a moment, I told her that it probably wouldn’t make that much of a difference to me.
Bea hesitated for a little while, obviously deep in thought, and then very rapidly blurted out, “That’s good. Because back when I was much younger, I let an older boy play with my pussy. And I played with his dick too. There! Now you know!” Then Bea simply continued fondling my balls, acting as if what she had just told me was “no big deal.”
For a moment I was floored, and my fingers automatically came to a dead stand-still inside her closed-up slit. I couldn’t believe the words I had just heard spewing out of my sweet Bea’s mouth.
I had thought that her bringing up the subject about her not being a virgin when we first met, was merely a hypothetical situation, and that Bea was bringing that subject up just to toy with me mentally, and get my reaction. But once I realized that Bea wasn’t being hypothetical at all, I really didn’t know how to respond. And so I verbalized the very next thought that came to my mind.
“You just told me that you and this older boy played with each other’s genitals. How on earth did that make you a non-virgin?” I asked.
Bea removed her hands from my balls, slowly lowered her eyes, and then quietly admitted to me, “I also let Freddy rub his dick against my pussy.”
Then, after a long moment of letting everything sink in, I pulled my fingers out of Bea’s pussy crack, and I sat back up on the bed, so that we were now both sitting face-to-face in the middle of the small twin-size bed. And that’s when our serious discussion began.
Here’s the essence of the conversation that took place between us, and ended up changing our relationship forever:
“The head of his dick?” I asked, still not quite believing what Bea was telling me.
“Yes,” she softly replied, with her eyes still lowered.
“Against the crack of your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Did he have a hard-on, while he was doing that?” I asked, not realizing just how stupid that question was, until it had already left my mouth.
“Oh…yeah,” she answered very emphatically, slowly nodding her head with her eyes closed.
“Did he cum in your pussy?”
She didn’t answer me. Instead, she just nodded her head a little faster, and I could tell that she was on the verge of crying.
“Then what you’re really telling me is that this Freddy-guy fucked you?” I demanded.
“Yes, I guess that’s what I’m telling you,” Bea finally admitted, obviously trying to hold back her tears. Then she opened her watery eyes to look straight at me, before adding, “But back then, I was so naive that I thought Freddy was just rubbing his dick against my pussy, and that’s all. I had no idea that he was taking my virginity. I was pretty scared and confused at the time.”
“Scared?” I asked, still in shock over what I was hearing.
“Yeah. Scared.”
“Are you saying that this Freddy-guy forced you to have sex with him?”
“Well, yes…and no…I mean…kind of,” she replied in a wishy-washy manner, shrugging her shoulders. “He cornered me in a room, and told me to pull my pants down.”
“And you just went ahead, and did what he told you to do?” I asked incredulously.
“No, not at first. But then he said, ‘What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you hear me?’ And he stepped in closer to me, and he told me again to pull my pants down. I could tell from the tone of his voice, that he was dead serious.”
“And that’s when you did what he told you to do?”
“Yes, I did,” she admitted. “I pulled down my pants. But I left my panties on, thinking that Freddy just wanted to see my panties, and that was all.” After pausing for a second or two, she finally added, “But then Freddy told me to pull my panties down, too. And I realized that he wanted to see my pussy. And so–”
“–and so you just went ahead, and pulled your panties down, and showed this Freddy-guy your pussy?” I asked, rudely finishing Bea’s sentence for her, without really intending to.
“It wasn’t like that!” Bea quickly snapped back at me, “Freddy was much bigger than me. He was also three years older than me. I was scared of what might happen if I didn’t cooperate with him. And so, yes,” Bea said in a very measured, matter-of-fact tone of voice, “I pulled my panties down, and I showed Freddy my pussy.”
“So then this Freddy-guy did force you to have sex with him.”
“No, he didn’t force me to have sex with him. At the very first, he had me pull down my pants and show him my pussy. And then he exposed himself to me. But that was it. I’m the one who decided to cooperate with him, after that.”
It really surprised me when I heard Bea unexpectedly defend Freddy’s actions like that, and I immediately thought to myself, But didn’t you just get done telling me that you were scared of what might happen if you didn’t cooperate with Freddy? It sure sounds to me like he forced you to have sex with him. And now, you’re telling me that he didn’t? What’s wrong with this picture?
And then I verbalized the very next question that came to my mind, “So who was this Freddy-character anyway?”
“He was a friend of the family,” Bea replied. “His real name was Alfredo, but everyone called him Freddy. He and his mother were down on their luck, and they were trying to get back on their feet again. So my parents were letting them stay in that small guest house out in the back yard of my house. You remember it, don’t you? I’ve taken you in there before, when you were over at my house.”
“Yeah, of course I remember it. Did you like Freddy? I mean, was he your boyfriend at the time?”
“Are you kidding me? I thought he was pretty disgusting, as a person. And I certainly didn’t find him attractive in a sexual way, if that’s what you mean.”
“So where were you when Freddy made ‘the moves’ on you?”
“I was in the bathroom of the small guest house.”
And I knew exactly what that little bathroom at the front of the small guest house looked like, because I had used it before myself, and on more than one occasion. I could barely believe that that was the same bathroom where Freddy had sex with Bea.
Upon seeing the open-mouthed look of disbelief on my face, Bea explained, “On Sunday afternoons, I used to go there to watch TV for a few hours, and spend some time away from my family, while Freddy and his mother were gone. They went to church every Sunday. So I assumed that I was alone in the guest house, watching TV that Sunday.
“During a commercial, I got up to use the bathroom. And when I finished, I opened the door, and there was Freddy, standing in the doorway. I could tell that he was intentionally using his body to block the doorway, and keep me from leaving the bathroom. I immediately backed away from him.”
“And that’s when he told you to pull your pants down, right?”
“Yeah. Except that what he really said to me was, ‘Baja tus pantalones.’”
“Did Freddy speak to you in Spanish the whole time?”
“No. He switched back and forth between Spanish and English.”
“But when he was talking to you in Spanish, you still understood him, right?”
“Oh, yeah. I knew exactly what he was saying to me. So later, when I heard the phrase, ‘Baja tus bragas,’ come out of Freddy’s mouth, I knew that he was telling me to pull down my panties, and show him my pussy.”
“So how far did you pull your pants down?”
“The middle of my thighs.”
“So after you pulled your pants and panties down to show Freddy your pussy, what exactly did he do next?”
“He stepped even farther into the bathroom with me. I remember that he just kept staring at my crotch.”
“Was your pussy hairy back then?”
“Oh, yeah. And that did give me a little bit of comfort, but not much.”
“I’ll bet! Did Freddy close the bathroom door behind him and lock it?”
“No, he left it open.”
“Wow, that’s pretty bold. He must have known that his mother would be gone for a while.”
“Yeah. She was at church, remember?”
“Yeah, you did tell me that, didn’t you?”
“But leaving the bathroom door open was still a very bold move on Freddy’s part, because my family members were all at home, at the time. And any one of them could have come into the small guest house, looking for me, and caught Freddy and me in the bathroom, which was right by the front door. I can’t even begin to tell you how much that thought terrified me, while l was standing there with my pants down, showing Freddy my pussy.”
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