This short sex stories a small confession from our readers I hope you like it.

Two people a little younger than my wife and I are our friends. They’ve been trying for years to trade partners with us. They have my support, but my wife didn’t want to. We all want to do this, and my wife knows it. She’s the only one who isn’t ready yet. We’ve had many conversations about this over the years. 

They hung out at our house last night. The girls had margaritas, and my friends and I had beer. Their wife was making margaritas and drinks for my wife that had two shots of tequila in them. She smiled and winked at me as she put the double shot in. I just smiled back in a quiet way.

My wife got so drunk by the end of the night that she trip-tripped and fell over. She was in bed when I took her clothes off. I don’t think she knew I took off her clothes because she was so drunk. 

Her eyes were still open. When I left the room, I shut the door and it was completely dark. When I walked into the living room, his wife kissed me and put her arms around me. 

When I looked at my friend, he was rubbing his behind while watching his wife get all over me. He asked if it was okay for him to go into the bedroom with my wife. I told him yes, don’t talk, and she’ll think it was me. I went to the spare room with his wife. 

He went into the bedroom with my wife. All of us had a good time, and when it was over, we all quickly passed out naked with our partners.

After being out all night, my wife was pretty drunk when we woke up the next morning. She didn’t seem to mind that she woke up naked with her friend’s husband. More than anything else, she was interested in how she felt. 

I gave her four aspirins and coffee. She felt a little better after an hour and began to talk a little. “So did you guys fuck last night?” she asked. 

You and I both said yes. She gave a small nod and took another sip from her third cup of coffee. “Well that was an interesting night. I wish I could remember more of it,” she said. She said, “We’re all pretty drunk so I guess it’s no one’s fault.” .

It’s been years since anyone tried to get you to do this, I told you. It must have happened because we were all drunk and naked at the lake last night. She did nothing but nod again. It didn’t happen because 

I fucked her and he fucked you. We’re still friends. That’s a good night. She laughed a little and told him, “I can’t believe I did that.” At first, I thought it was you. When I found out it wasn’t, I was too excited to stop.

Our friends had to do some things today, so I asked them if they were coming back tonight. They looked at my wife and at each other. My wife told. We have to get the car fixed today because we have an appointment, but we can come back later this afternoon when we’re done. Okay, my wife said, then hurry back.

My wife asked me, “Was she any good?” after they left. I replied, “Yes, she was.. When my wife smiled, I asked her how her day was. She told me I couldn’t remember much because I was drunk. 

That’s all I remember about him making me cum a lot. It seemed like a good idea to me that we smoke pot and not drink tonight. You could tell me in the morning how we did. “Let’s see,” she said.

 

2nd confession short sex story about Maid

It all began pleasantly enough when I hired a new maid. She was pretty and young, and her smile could light up a room. At first, I was just amazed at how quickly and carefully she did everything. She was always on time, did her work well, and was nice and respectful all the time.

But as the weeks went by, I saw other things in her. It became more appealing to me the way she moved, talked, and looked at me. While she wasn’t there, I thought about her and wondered what she was up to and how she was feeling.

At first, I tried to push these thoughts away. I was her boss, after all, and she was my worker. It would be rude and unprofessional to try to get in touch with her in any way. But my feelings got stronger the more I tried to hold them back. It didn’t take long before I fell deeply in love with my maid.

I tried to make sense of how I felt. At the time, I told myself it was just a crush that would go away on its own. I tried to take my mind off of things by doing work, hobbies, and going to social events. Everything I did, though, made me feel like I was in love with her.

Whenever she was around, I paid more attention to her. When she was cleaning, I would stay in the room and watch her move and listen to her talk. There were always reasons for me to be close to her and touch her hand or shoulder. I loved the feel of her warm skin against mine.

I knew this wasn’t right. I knew this wasn’t how I should feel about someone who worked for me. I couldn’t help it. There was nothing I could do to change my mind.

I began to wish I had one of her other customers. I didn’t want her to work for or be with anyone else. Just her and me, please. I wanted to be the person she talked to about her hopes, dreams, and fears when she got home from work.

I knew this was not possible, though. I was just her boss, and she was just a maid. We could never be closer than this.

I couldn’t hold back any longer one day while she was cleaning my bedroom. I came up behind her and grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me. At first, she stiffened, but as I held her, she eased. Her heart was beating against mine, and I knew she could feel it too.

For a long time, we stood there and held each other in silence. Soon after, I kissed her on the neck without giving it a thought.

When she turned around to face me, I could see that her eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. Then she kissed me back, and I knew that my love for her wasn’t one-sided.

We couldn’t be apart after that day. It was our favorite thing to do together, to talk, laugh, and see what the world had to offer. We would take long walks in the park, watch the sun go down from the river, and dance under the stars and in the moonlight.

I knew that our connection was different from most and that many people would not like it. I didn’t care, though. Everything else didn’t matter because I loved my maid so much.

But then, just as quickly as it had grown, our love withered and died. Why did it happen? I don’t know. It’s possible that we were either too different or too much alike. It’s possible that we were never meant to be together.

I only remember that she was gone one day. She didn’t say anything or give any reason before she left.

Now that I think about how I felt about my maid, I see that it wasn’t just about how pretty she was or how well she did her job. There was something more meaningful and deep. There was something about the way we understood each other even though we didn’t say a word.

I saw her as more than just a maid. She was someone I could talk to, hang out with, and love. My fears, my wants, and my secrets were all known to her. I knew hers too.

We would talk about everything and nothing for hours. We would talk about our hopes and goals, our happiness and sadness, our wins and losses. We’d hold on tight and laugh and cry together.

I loved her very much, but I knew from the start that our relationship would not work out. People would never accept us as a couple, and even if they did, we’d always be aware of how unequal our roles are. She worked for me, and I was her boss. We’ll never really be partners.

Still, I had to love her. I saw someone who understood me in a way that no one else could every time I looked into her eyes. I felt complete every time I held her in my arms. I thought I had found my partner.

No matter how much I loved her, I was afraid I would lose her. I was aware that our connection was weak and could break down at any time. Still, I couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from her.

So I held on tight, hoping against hope that our love would last no matter what. I tried to be the best partner I could be by being kind, helpful, and understanding. In my heart, I knew it was all pointless.

Then it was over one day. She didn’t say anything or give any reason before she left. And then I was left by myself with my thoughts and unfinished business.

It was never the same when I tried to move on and love someone else. In my heart, no one could ever take her place. She was my first love, my true love, and the only person I loved.

Now that I think about it, I see that my love for her was both good and bad. It made me happy and joyful, but it also hurt me and broke my heart. It was beautiful, sad, and an event I will never forget. I will always remember it with love.

Still, I can’t help but think about what might have happened if things were different. What if there were other ways we could have met? What if we lived somewhere else or at a different time? What if there were no limits or fears on how much we could love each other?

But there is no way to answer those questions. Now, all I can do is remember how much we loved each other and hope that we will be reunited someday.