“I know we said we would not talk about it but I have to get this off my chest. That was the best sex I ever had in my life,” she said in a low voice, “I know it was wrong and this will be the end of it, but you need to know that I have never felt anything like that before. To be honest with you, and myself, I want you to know that I am glad it happened. I have thought about having sex with you for as long as I can remember. I guess that was why I teased you so much when we were kids.”
I just sat there, stunned at her confession. She had thought about having sex with me?
“Please don’t hate me for being honest with you,” she said and started crying, holding her head in her hands.
I smiled and put my hand on her cheek.
“To be totally honest with you I can’t stop thinking about it even now,” I said with a little smile.
I gave her a hug, hoping it would help reassure her that she wasn’t alone with those feelings. Even as I held her I could not stop looking down her robe as it fell open. That same old rush started returning and had to force myself to stay under control. It took all the will-power I had to just hug her till she was not crying anymore. She kissed me on the cheek and went back to her room to change and take a shower. I took a shower after she had gotten out and washed the smell of sex off me.
We both chatted as we ate breakfast just like nothing had really changed. I still had one hell of a hangover, so I grabbed some aspirin before I left. When my wife came home she wanted to know all about the party. I told her I got a little too drunk and still felt really ill. She laughed and told me that it was what I deserved for drinking too much and having such a good time without her.
“You better get your rest. Tonight you get your reward for being such a good husband,” she smiled and gave her ass a shake. That night we made love like we had not done in months. It was hot, wild and we were both exhausted when we were done.
“I guess you really missed me at that party, huh?” she laughed as we lay next to each other, out of breath.
Two months later my sister called and told me she was thinking about having another costume party. She paused.
” I got my costume fixed and was wondering if you wanted to share it with me,” my heart stopped for a good 30 seconds while I realized what she was saying. There was no question that part of me wanted to go… but would I?
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