The Dating App

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"He told me I shouldn't drive and that he would drive her home. I agreed. I didn't want a ticket or get in an accident. How would I explain that to my husband? No, best to let Frank drive me home. He said he needed to stop at his place for something, I don't remember what and after he left me, I let out a sigh of relief. He was gone for a little while before he came back down and then asked me how to get to my house.'

'I was so woozy that I almost missed my street, but thankfully Frank was able to turn without hitting anything. We pulled up to my house and since I was still having trouble walking, Frank offered to walk me inside. Of course I let him. Deep down I knew he was probably looking for an excuse, but I wasn't thinking. Once we got inside, he sat me down on the couch, but instead of leaving, he sat beside me, telling me he was worried I might get sick.'

'He said he knew a trick on how to recover quickly and asked if he could do it. I was so dizzy I said sure, and then he turned me around and began rubbing my back. I do remember how great the back rub was and then how his hands moved around to my boobs, oh that felt so good. He started rubbing them and somehow my shirt was unbuttoned. How, I don't know, but it could have been me. He had me so loose and happy, I didn't realize what he was up to. Then my bra was off and I remember seeing it on the sofa beside me. That's when he took the first photo of me. I remember it, I was laughing. It was almost magical.'

I picked up the photos once more. So that explained her smile in the first one, but the second, she was obviously giving the man head. I could understand it. I didn't like it, but I understood. I hadn't taken her needs seriously. I did after she was found to have cancer in her breast, a cancer that ultimately led to her death. Feeling defeated, I finally picked up the last two pages and read them.

'I was so excited now, so off my guard that in no time, he had my shirt off and he pulled me up to face him and we began making out. He started kissing me on the lips then moved his mouth down to my tits. Oh his kiss was so soft, so enticing. I was so captured by his attention and my excitement kept building. Then he moved down my stomach, gently kissing and using his tongue, it brought me almost to a climax.'

Then I felt his hands on my leggings, he had pulled them down a bit and I helped him out, letting him pull them all the way down. My panties came next and seconds later, his tongue was pushing at me, stabbing my clit and then his teeth gently nibbling there. His hands were busy as well, rubbing me and getting me so worked up, and when he started sucking my clit, I had such an intense orgasm, I let out a yell. My climax was so intense, like my entire body had let go and I exploded from his oral attention.'

'I don't know how he managed, but he took several more photos of me, somehow holding the camera up to catch my face as I came. Before I knew it, he was on top of me and I felt his cock enter me. It was more of a thrust at first, but he quickly settled down and began moving in me and I matched his rhythm. Oh the feeling. I hadn't felt this since the first time I made love to George. It was so intense. We fucked for almost twenty minutes before he suddenly pulled out and told me he was about to cum and asked me to finish him off.'

'I was beyond caring about anything now, and knowing what he had done to me, I decided to help him out. I dropped to my knees and began sucking his cock. George always said, I was good at blow jobs and I put my expertise to work, though it didn't take much. He came hard, filling my mouth and again he managed to reach out with his phone and take a photo of me as I was bent over. He showed me the photos later but wouldn't erase them. He did say he would give me the photos later, but he wanted to keep some of them for himself.'

'That's when I came to my senses. The guilt. What had I allowed myself to do? I had cheated on my husband and the joy of what I had just experienced faded away quickly. He knew I was upset and calmed me down, saying he would never share the photos and what had happened between us would remain a secret. What could I do? I had allowed myself to be seduced and I had known it was possible. I dressed quickly after that and having recovered from my drunken state, I had him drive me to where I had parked earlier.'

'He did follow behind him, to make sure I got home safely, but when he asked if he could come inside again, I told him no. I thanked him for a wonderful night but told him straight out, it could never happen again, that I loved my husband and this was a one time thing, a stupid thing to be sure, but it will never happen again.'

"He kissed me again, a gentle kiss which I accepted then he released me and drove away. I spent the next two days doing my best to hide my indiscretion from my daughter when she came home, and then from George.'

That was it. I looked at the pages before me for a second before I noticed some writing on the back side. It was a note addressed to me and written in different ink.

"George. I left this for you. I tried to be a good wife but I slipped. I didn't want to hurt you but I never had the courage to tell you when I could. I wrote this note as it happened and was going to destroy it when I found it later, but I felt I owed you an explanation so I left it for you. It's all true. I deleted my profile and blocked the boy Frank the day after all this happened. I am so sorry for doing this, I don't know why and I know you might hate me, but I've loved you before this and I loved you more after, if that was possible. Please forgive me for what happened so many years ago.'

That was all there was except for a heart with an arrow through it. Where the 20 dollars came from, or what it was for, I have no idea, there was no explanation. The letter brought back so many memories and I shed a tear or two of this note. I put the papers together and was going to throw them away, but something stopped me at that moment. I knew that I would have to destroy them someday, not wanting my kids to stumble on them in the future and possibly tarnish their memories of their mom, but for now they were a treasured insight into what she had experienced and a piece of her that I couldn't bring myself to destroy just yet. That would come in time.

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DazzyDDazzyD4 months ago

I really enjoyed the aspect from which this was written. This could

And probably has happened many times after this writing. 5 stars from me!

HighBrowHighBrowabout 1 year ago

Femdom agitprop - Yeah, it’s all the cuckolded husband’s fault for telling her she couldn’t and for not being able to read her effing mind and for going on a required business trip and for not knowing she was gonna fuck some guy, any guy but him, unless he said the right thing when she called.

BigBlueKatBigBlueKatover 1 year ago

What a vindictive bitch and a wimpy husband. 2/5

AbctoyAbctoyalmost 2 years ago

Did not like the after death confession. Dont care if you sugar coated it.

Rancher46Rancher46about 2 years ago

The story was well written, but the wife left a deathbed confession to what clear her guilty conscience, wow, that is the cruelest thing she could ever do to reach out from the grave as you might say and destroy the memory her husband had of her. How sad and cruel this was for a cheating spouse to leave a post-mortem confession that she had cheated on her husband and to make this as his final memory of her. Sad

secretsalsecretsalabout 3 years ago

Maybe I'm being harsh, but it seems a bit cowardly to leave confessions for people that are guaranteed to hurt them, when you're not even going to be around to have to face them. Why not just take the secret to the grave and spare everyone else the heartache? Besides the obvious reason that there wouldn't be a story to write about, of course.

AnonymousAnonymousover 3 years ago
A case study in the passive-aggressive personality

It would truly suck to find pictures, diary entries and a note like these following the death of a spouse. Hopefully the fact he had married a remarkably passive-aggressive shrew was not news to him. Why didn't she have the obvious response to her son's suggestion she start using the app? It would have been a great teaching moment for her to advise her child, on the cusp of his adulthood, that someone committed to a monogamous relationship doe not post profiles on dating sites for fun or any other reason. It is telling that, even in her role as his lifelong mentor, she had no such thoughts or words to share. (oh course,neither did good old dad) Instead, in true P-A style, the wife lay in wait for an opportunity to declare herself a victim and thus hoist responsibility for her feelings, desires and behaviors onto her identified persecutor.

The son is hopefully at least 20 given his app choices, so the marriage likely has lasted more than two decades when this infidelity occurred. Has any man with sufficient sense to remain married that long ever made such a maladroit comment about his wife, especially to the face of Queen Passive-Aggressive? Seriously, their silver anniversary is fast approaching and he's still making unforced errors inside his own 5 yard line while playing against a competitor he knows with certainty will punish him for the umpteenth time? Geesh. It doesn't matter, really. Whatever had been said, she would have found something she could use to justify, and deflect blame for, her desire and intent to cheat. Its the P-A way.

Speakingeasy did a great job of portraying the wife's habitual and repetitive thought patterns throughout the story. For me, the depiction of each progressive mental step she took along her path to perfidity rang true. Lastly, the clearest picture of the wife's true nature was the confession itself.

There is nothing loving or truly penitent involved in her decision to leave these materials for her husband to discover. In what universe does he benefit from learning of her betrayal when she is no longer available to engage with him in an attempt to heal the damage done by this knowledge? I doubt any such place exists. This essentially posthumous confession benefitted her, not him. If she had been truly penitent, her focus would have been on his pain caused by her actions. She was incapable of such largesse. Instead, her focus was on the pain of her guilt at having betrayed him. Consistently unable to accept responsibility for her own s**t, her P-A coping strategy was to gather the feces together and leave it for him in this package of pain. In her mind, probably subconsciously at this point, he was to blame for her guilt so she found a way make him have to deal with it. She no doubt felt much better herself after arranging this sweet surprise for her beloved.

Well done, speakingeasy. Thank you for sharing your writing here.

etchiboyetchiboyover 3 years ago
You write the confession because they take time, thought, and effort to write...

... and knowing, if you so decide, you can get rid of the confession in practically a blink of an eye.

And, of course, you assume you are going to remember writing it in the future; that you will not forget about it in 10-15 years, when you’re a grandmother, or great grandmother, or suffering Alzheimers or chemotherapy (or covid) dementia.

widowedidiotwidowedidiotover 3 years ago
A mistake?

The cheating actually started when she got on that app. She left those notes for him. But was it enough? I don´t think so. but at least she tried. Not mine. After my wife died the girls pretty much cleaned out all her stuff. When I felt like cleaning what my daughters had missed, I ran into some notes she had written detailing her babysitting and seeing some guy when she didn´t baby sit. Next I found one of her shirts with cum stains. I stopped then. Well what that did was just leave a lot of unanswered questions. So ladies, don´t do that to your husband or you´re just going to leave him wondering the rest of his life, as has been happening to me. Get rid of any tell tell signs or tell him outright. I´ve been wondering just what she did when I was working. she´s been dead ten years but the questions just keep coming.

Just_WordsJust_Wordsover 3 years ago
Forgiveness is possible, but it's slower than that.

"What was I to do? She had cheated, but she had tried to make up for it ever since. I wondered what bothered me most; was it the sex or the lies after? Now she was gone and there was no way to discuss it, no way for me to express my anger and my hurt. I did the only thing left to me. I drove to her grave site, walked to her grave, and stood before her stone. No one else was there. I unzipped my pants, freed my member, and I pissed on her stone. I knew I would forgive her in time, but for now I let the anger take hold. 'You were bored? Too bad. Life with you wasn't always a honeymoon, but I never cheated. I could never so much as consider it.' I knew in time I would regret my actions, but for now it was all I had."

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