[F4M] Do You Want To Know A Secret? [confession][cheating][narrative] talk of[rough ***][cunnilingus] The confession of a woman who talks about two people who are cheating on eachother... with her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey. Do you want to know a secret? There's no harm in telling you right? You're not going to tell anybody. I'm ******* my neighbors. Yeah, you heard me right. Neighbors. But you want to know what makes it better? They don't really know about it. I guess you could say it started when I moved into my apartment. I had just finished up my second year of college and had been asked to leave the dorm for... (Giggle) well... let's say... behavioral problems? Maybe some involving balconies... and public indecency. I'll have to tell you that story some other time though. (Giggle) But anyway... I was moving into my apartment, you know... carrying boxes and things. At the moment I was bringing up a box of my clothes, when I heard a couple arguing quite loudly a couple doors down from mine. I mean, they were really having it out with eachother. I couldn't help but listen for a second. Something about her going clubing, and not coming home... I can't remember exactly. But then I heard movement, and quickly walked toward my own door. That was when I heard a man's voice say "Do you need a hand?". I turned around to see a deliciously good looking man sizing me up with his eyes. I couldn't be one to talk though because when I saw him I did the exact same thing. And... I honestly can't remember what it was I said back to him, but... the next thing I know the truck downstairs is empty, there's a tower of boxes in my new livingroom, and we are ******* on my bare mattress. I'm not even sure how it all happened. I mean, we didn't even get our clothes competely off. It was just... spontaneous. (Groan) God, and it was so intense. Just thinking about it again. Mmmmmm... that first time was just... (sigh) almost animal. Like he was taking all his frustrations out on me... and I was more than happy to let him. I told him to "Come by anytime" and that his secret is safe with me. (Divious giggle) I know I'm bad, but I didn't care. He came back more than a few different times over those first few weeks. At first he would come over and the way he would act was like we were just friends, you know. Like, just chatting at first about the apartment or how school was going. Then the conversation would turn, and we'd end up on my couch or back on my bed. This time with sheets on of course. And the more he came over, the less we would talk. It devolved into just, well... ***. But I wasn't going to complain. I mean, that's all I was looking for from him anyway. I let him use me like his own personal *** toy. (Giggle) Then that's when it got really interesting. There was this one weekend... I hadn't seen him the whole week, and... well, to be honest, I had gotten used to the regular ***, so... I was feeling a little horny to say the least. And I had been so preoccupied with class and homework, I didn't have time to get out of the apartment that much, let alone do anything else. I mean, I guess I could have gone to greek row for some fun, but I didn't. Instead, I decided to do some laundry, which I'm glad I did because... that's where I first met her. She was in the laundry room waiting for her dryer to finish. I just remember she was wearing these short worn out gym shorts and a cropped T-shirt. And Mmmmm... she looked good in them. She asked me if I was new to the building, and we just hit it off I guess. The more we talked, the more I realized... she was flirting with me. Before I knew it we had both finished our clothes, and she had asked me up for a glass of wine. We walked up to my floor still talking and playfully flirting. I thought I was going to drop off my stuff, but she stopped a door short of my place. That's when I realized... it was her... the wife of the man I had been ******* for weeks. I found myself... well, surprised really. Because here I was now walking into their apartment for the first time, and I thought it funny that is was with her instead of him. I really thought for a second that this was her way of revealing what she knew to her husband, and he would walk in any second, and she would say something like "Oh, hi honey. I believe you've already know our neighbor. You know, the college student you've been railing behind my back." But, that didn't happen. Instead she poured the wine, and told me about how her husband's out of town for the weekend. Honestly, it was her that made the first move. I didn't exactly try to stop it, but... I didn't plan it. It was kind of a blur really. It started with a playful joke, you know. Something about how not many people can look so good in laundry day attire. And then... she kissed me... and before I could even process what was happening we were in their bedroom, her head between my legs, losing myself to my first orgasm of the afternoon. (Giggle) Well, first of many actually. We kinda went at it for a while, and she was, shall we say, very... generous. And I had no problem returning the favor. In fact, before I left, she said she was looking forward to running into me again. What? You look surprised? Like I said, it's not like I planned it. It just happened. I mean, does it make me a bad person? They would have cheated whether it was with me or not right? But I will say, after that, it was almost funny really... I would hear them fighting sometimes. And it would get heated. Then either he would storm out or she would leave. But whichever it was, you know where they went? My door. I would hear a knock, and I'd greet them with a smile. It was my little secret and they had no idea. They were both cheating on eachother... with me. Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I told them?