Bella
Stripper fantasy: Bella makes a big mistake, the VIP with Shannon and another man turns into opps.
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Shannon had fucked up…and so did I. Rationalizing that he had only fingered me and eaten my pussy and that’s all. Shannon let him cum in her. She fucked him. Crazy bitch lost it. Started as a prissy bitch then lost her fucking mind. Returning to the table. Seemed everyone knew something was up, even .
When we made our way out of the club, the cool night air hit me like a smack to the face after spending hours in the club's humid, perfume-soaked atmosphere. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the refreshing scent of approaching rain. I hoped that when it came, it would cleanse my soul.
I'd messed up. Really, really messed up. I had tried to divide the blame: for coercing me into coming here in the first place, Shannon for losing her fucking mind, and the other guys for not having enough decency to say 'no.' But in the end, I'd made my own choices and now I had to live with them. Living with them meant keeping them to myself. In the coming days, the guilt would build to the point of being nearly unbearable, and I'd feel compelled to tell him what happened. But if I did, I wouldn't be doing it for him. I'd be doing it for me. By telling him, it would allow me to finally unload the guilt that was already cutting at the edges of my mind. But I didn't deserve to unload it. I deserved to bear it like an unreachable splinter just below the surface of the skin. Perhaps one day I'd be able to forgive myself. But until then, I'd spend every day of my marriage making it up to a husband I loved but wasn't sure I deserved.
Sleep didn’t come.
The phone rang earlier than I had expected. He answered. It was Shannon’s husband. It was out. The VIP disaster. The splinter was coming out. He came in and looked at me. The hurt was impossible. Then the words. So, Shannon fucked the friend, and he fingered and ate your pussy. You had an orgasm. I talked Bob out of killing him, and I am trying to figure this out. What do you have to say?