CONFESSION | FISTING | MASTURBATION | CAM GIRL
I Confessed to My Husband That I’m an Ex Fisting Cam Girl
Can I marry the man I love, without him knowing the real me?
Tomorrow is my wedding, but the stone crushing my heart is feeling heavier by the minute.
Max is a wonderful man. He is handsome, lovely, romantic. He is a real sex machine, too. He can go on for hours, and always find new ways to keep me satisfied. Whether is tender lovemaking or rough sex, he just provides.
He knows about my exhibitionism kink and did so much to please me on that side, too. We’ve fucked in the forest, in the bathrooms of a restaurant, at the top of a sightseeing tower… he’s even opened a Twitter account where he shares sexy photos of me.
My God… I get so many comments from horny men and women, there!
What I’ve never dared to tell him, though, is that I used to be a cam girl. One specialized in fisting.
Yes, fisting is my real thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love his cock inside me! Just… a hand is something different. The fingers moving inside me, the feeling of being… well… literally in the hands of my lover, is unmatchable for me.
Max has no idea. But I fear someone may recognize me. I’m sure there are videos online of my performances… I knew the risk when I started the business. But I was young and naive, I thought I’d never fall in love.
“I need to tell you something.”
His frown tells me he’s expecting no good news.
“You don’t want to marry me?”
“I want, now more than ever.”
“But?”
“There’s something you need to know. Something which has happened before we met.”
“You know I don’t care about your past.”
“I want you to know.”
He doesn’t say anything. I know it’s time to blurt it out.
“I was a cam girl.”
He doesn’t seem surprised.
“Well, I know you like to expose yourself… I figured out you may have had some fun with that in the past. If you made a little money, too… why not?” he jokes.
I like his reaction, but the most difficult part is yet to come.
“I… I wasn’t a normal cam girl,” I say.
Now, he looks surprised.
“Just don’t tell me you were a man, before,” he jokes again but stops as soon as he sees my serious face.
“Fisting.”
A moment passes, while he weights the revelation.
“Oh, wow,” he says. “This is something to tell your future husband the day before you get married to him.”
My heart is pounding so in my chest, I fear it’ll explode soon.
“But I still don’t care,” he says. Then he hugs me and just holds me tight. As if he completely understands why it was such a burden to me, and what I need now, to let it go.
“There may be videos around,” I add.
“Can I see some?”
“Stupid,” I say. But to be honest, I would love to do it with him. “Why not making one yourself?”
It’s the night before my wedding and my husband’s fingers are deep inside my pussy.
No, he hasn’t set up the camera. Not this time. He just wants to play with me, without distractions. I like it.
“Slower… yes… add a finger… yes…” I instruct him.
Max has used a lot of lube, but my pussy is not as stretched as it used to be. Yet, this gives me even more pleasure. It feels like a first time.
His fingers slowly find their way inside me. In and out, in and out… the largest part of his hand is yet to enter me, and I’m already going to cum.
“Move your fingers… yes… rub my inside, love…”
I feel dirty. As dirty as I’ve never been for Max. But this is the real me… the one he has to know before he marries me.
“Now… push it a little more… yes… yes.. like this… mmm…”
His hand has violated me. He’s inside me, up to his wrist. I tilt my head backwards on the pillow, as waves of pleasure pervade me.
“Feeling OK?” he asks.
“Fucking good…” I pant.
I’m gripping his hand inside me with such strength, now. I feel every little detail of it. The fingertips slowly exploring my insides, the back of the hand rubbing the inner walls… it’s like being there, inside my cunt, looking at it.
“Now… move it slowly…”
Max begins to rock his hand back and forth in me. My entire body wriggles in pleasure. I can’t control my spasms, nor the moans now getting louder.
“Faster… please… faster…” I beg him.
I’m so close to cum… so close… I grip his arm and push him deeper into me, squeezing his hand as I reach my climax.
Such a wonderful orgasm… so perfect, awaited, needed. Like years of restraining have finally found a way out of me.
“Mmm… that felt wonderful,” I say, collapsing on the bed, catching my breath.
Max is smiling. He seems amused by the experience. For sure, he has discovered something new about me that he didn’t know.
Yes, now my husband knows everything about me.
Well, almost everything.
There’s still a last, little piece of news for him.
“Care to try my other hole, too?”
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