("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Alana's Confession - 1 by Lisa Rains (LisaRains65@aol.com) *** An adventurous wife tells her husband about what she did while she was away in Paris. She didn't really cheat... exactly. But she had about as much hot fun with a sexy stranger as a gal can have without actually getting fucked! (MF, exh, voy, mast, cuck, rom) *** PART ONE Mmm yes! Kiss me again like that. Kiss me hard. Ooh, God! That feels so good! I love getting back home and lying naked here in bed with you after these long transcontinental flights. I know you're eager to hear all about my trip to Paris aren't you Dear. Ahh, I can tell how much you've missed me. This dick of yours is so nice and hard in my hand. I know you're dying to fuck me and believe me, I'm dying to fuck you too. You're the best husband a gal ever had. And I'm so hot for you right now. But I know you want to hear all about my trip don't you? You want me to set your mind at ease. You know I'm always honest with you Baby? But every time I get home from one of my trips to Europe you always want to know whether I cheated on you -- whether I obeyed the rules. And you know I always, always, tell you the truth. I didn't cheat and I never have... But... Well -- there IS a little something I have to tell you about. Ahhh yes, keep stroking my pussy and I'll tell you all about it. There, Mmm. Good. That's right, just like that. Okay here's the story: Now you know before I left, I promised you -- just as I always do -- that I would obey the rules and not let another man fuck me. I promised you no man would get his hands on this pussy or even so much as touch my breasts. I told you I would NOT let another man even kiss me. Well I'll tell you right now, I kept my word. By the way, Kara made the same promise to her husband. Before we go on these trips, we both pledge not to fuck other men, kiss other men, or let other men get their hands on our tits or our cunts. But I must confess... um... some things happened this time... Oooh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Can you feel my pussy juice soaking your fingers? I am going to share everything with you so there are no secrets between us. Don't look so scared Honey. I obeyed all the rules. Keep fingering my clit. I'm getting so juicy! Anyway, the night we got in, Kara and I were a little jet-lagged. We checked into our room and went down to the hotel bar to relax and unwind with a few drinks. After a while, we noticed a French guy checking me out. He was kinda handsome. And I have to admit it, Honey, it was flattering to have a good-looking man looking at my body with such enthusiasm. Finally he came over to our table and struck up a conversation with us. It was really pretty funny because, as you know, I don't speak a word of French and he didn't speak a word of English. Kara had to translate for us. We made small talk for a while and we learned his name was Pierre. He was a waiter in a nearby restaurant. Well he kept looking at my boobs and I suppose I should have been offended, but the poor guy was just so taken with me. I couldn't even get mad. He was actually kind of shy and so cute. We had a few more drinks and I guess we were all starting to get a little tipsy. Finally he said something and Kara covered her mouth and blushed and giggled. "What did he say?" I asked her. She kept blushing and at first she wouldn't tell me but I urged her on and at last she said, "He wants to see your tits," she said. "What?!" I asked her, completely caught off-guard. She and Pierre kept talking for a minute and then she said, "He's asking if you would please, please, please let him come up to our room and watch you bare your breasts for him." "Did you tell him I'm a married woman?" I asked her. I was shocked but I was also very flushed and kinda tingly. She said, "Yes. And he promises he will behave himself. He says he just wants to come up to the room and see your tits. He says they look so tempting through your blouse, he just HAS to see them uncovered. He promises he will sit on a chair and not even try to touch you. He just wants you to kneel on the bed, and expose your breasts for him." He clasped his hands together like a beggar and said, "S'il vous plait, s'il vous plait, s'il vous plait!" I had to laugh. Now Honey don't get mad. It was very flattering and exciting to have this good-looking stranger drooling over me. I said, "Kara what should I do?" I knew it was a crazy idea but I must admit I was getting really turned on to the idea. "Well," she said, "It wouldn't really be cheating. I'll be there to chaperone and make sure he behaves himself. And he wants to see them sooo bad..." Well, Darling, I didn't think it would be so terrible to let him just look. After all, it wasn't against the rules. And he wanted it so bad. So we all went up to the room. Just as he said he would, Pierre sat politely on a chair facing the bed. He was wearing tight jeans and I tried not to look at his crotch but it was pretty hard not to notice he was... well, very, very excited. Kara sat beside him in another chair facing the bed. I didn't figure you'd mind. I went into the bedroom and took off all my clothes except for my brief panties. I put on a long-sleeve button shirt and buttoned it all the way up. Then I walked out -- dressed in just my panties and the shirt. He was so wide-eyed when he saw me. It kinda gave me the shivers. I knelt there on the bed facing him. He was just four feet away and Kara was right there beside him in her chair. To tell you the truth, she was kind of excited too. She was getting a vicarious thrill out of it. Oh, Darling, you should have seen the hunger in his eyes as I started to unbutton the shirt very slowly. You'd have been so proud that I was your wife. I was a little timid at first but when I saw how wide his eyes were I started to get more and more into it. He and Kara kept talking in French and Kara would translate for me every now and then "He loves them!" she said. "He says they're beautiful... perfect... He says he loves the way they stand up so nice and pert." And I must admit he was making me very proud of them. They were standing up full and perky, and my nipples were hard as rocks. "He wants to see you touch them," Kara said. And I blushed a little at first, but something just came over me and before I knew it, I was cupping them and thrusting them out toward him. I fingered my nipples, running my index fingers around them, then moving my hands away to give him a full view. He was actually slobbering a little and I saw him leaning in toward them. I knew he wanted to get his hands and lips on them. But I didn't break the rules. I teased him, wagging my finger and saying "No, no, no... naughty boy! You can look but you can't touch." And, well, forgive me Honey, but I noticed the bulge in the front of his pants was getting really big now - - I mean REALLY big. He saw me notice and that seemed to excite him even more. I kept moving my shoulders back and forth in a slow, slow shimmy, deliberately teasing him. At some point he said something to Kara and she laughed and blushed. I could see that whatever he said was very exciting and intriguing to her. "What?" I asked her, "What did he say?" She spoke to him again, as if she was just making sure, and he nodded and spoke back to her in his sexy French. "He wants to know..." Kara said, blushing and laughing, "He wants to know if you would mind if he takes down his pants and plays with his dick as he watches you." I laughed and said, "Oh I couldn't let him do that!" But I must admit, Honey, the idea gave me goose bumps. There's nothing I wanted more at that moment than for him to show me that dick and let me see -- close-up and personal -- just exactly HOW MUCH the sight of my breasts was exciting him. "Do you think I should?" I asked Kara. And she said, "Well it's not like you'd be cheating. I mean you wouldn't be breaking the rules. It's kinda mean to make him stay all confined like that. Don't you think?" I took another look at the imprint of his hard cock pressing against the front of his jeans and I really, really wanted to see it. "Well, okay," I said, (because frankly, Dear, I must confess I was dying to get a look at what he had there between his legs) "But tell him I don't want him to take his jeans and underpants all the way off. Tell him he can take them down to his ankles but to leave them on." Kara translated and his eyes lit up like light bulbs. He undid his belt, stood up and slid those jeans and jockeys down and... Wow! Kara and I just gawked in amazement. It was huge, Honey. I mean it was gigantic and it stood up so tall and hard for me! I just felt so desired and so lusted after. I know the sight of it was making my nipples get even harder and my boobs were thrusting up prouder and prouder. And as he saw that happening to them, his enormous dick got even bigger. He was gushing precum... Just like you are now, Dear. He was working it nice and slow and with a kind of flourish -- maybe that's the French way. But it looked pretty goddamn good to this aroused American girl! And Kara's eyes were absolutely popping out of her head. "Boy oh boy," she said, "He's got the biggest dick I've ever seen! And he jacks it so expertly doesn't he?" She kept looking from his cock to my tits and I realized she was at least as turned on as Pierre and I were. Finally Pierre leaned way back in the chair and moaned loud and long: "Ahhhhhhnggg," he groaned. He straightened his strong bare legs and lifted his ass about six inches off the chair cushion and thrust his egg-sized balls out toward me. And all of a sudden he was shooting sperm like Old Faithful. I mean it went everywhere. And as I watched him cum, I noticed my right hand had slid down into the front of my panties and I was stroking myself like crazy. And what's more, when I looked back at Kara, I saw that she had her hand under her dress and inside her panties and she too was fingering her clit. At the same exact moment, she and I both started to cum, shrieking at the top of our lungs. When we caught our breath, all three of us started laughing like crazy. It was so hot and bizarre what we had just done together. Then, Pierre, just like the perfect gentleman he was, pulled up his pants and stood up. "Merci," he said to me, politely bowing. And he said something to Kara and left the room. "What did he say?" I asked her. "He said maybe he will see us tomorrow night if we're in the bar. He's going to be there with a friend of his from work." For about an hour after he had gone, Kara and I lay in the dark and talked about what an exciting night we'd had. And I we both said we wished we had you and George there to fuck us. I was really longing for you. Ohh! What is it Honey? You seem upset... Oh now honey please don't be like that. I hate to see that frown on your face. I didn't think you would mind. I mean I played by the rules and gosh, it just made me more and more hot and eager to come home and fuck you like crazy. Oh Honey please don't pout... Ohh what's this? Here you are with this look of jealousy and outrage in your eyes, and acting all put out. But what's this? Why your dick feels just like steel. And whooo. Why is there so much precum oozing out on my hand? Don't be mad at me. I promised not to break the rules and I didn't... It's your call Hon. I'll just stop talking right now and you can go sleep on the sofa to punish me, or you can stay here and listen to what happened the next night... I see you're still here. So I assume you want to hear the rest of my confession. Am I right? Well okay. Here's the rest of the story... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 75