On the night in question, my then lover came to my home just as I stepped out of the shower. Still dripping wet, he carried me to my bed and made love...to me, bringing me up to the point of orgasm, but not allowing me to climax. Then, with my nipples hardened almost to the point of pain, pearls of moisture clinging to my pussy, my clit throbbing rhythmically, he told me to finish getting ready to go out.While I put on my makeup and dried and styled my hair, he chose my attire for the evening: a. " She shook her head a little. "Do you remember when we were first married; our wedding night? We agreed to not tell anybody something, do you remember what that something was?"I cold hand of dread stole over my insides. I felt like my stomach was about to erupt onto the hospital floor. I couldn't answer her, I was frozen in place."Cat got that pretty tongue of yours?" She waited, eyes dancing merrily. "Need a reminder?"I shook my head slowly."We didn't make love. Remember? We _both_ had. I promise," she entreated."I can't, Trace. I just can't. I made a promise," I replied."Was it good?" Hell yes!" I breathed, a grin slipping out when I thought back."Was it Mum?" Tracey asked, looking me right in the eye and making my blood freeze in my veins."I..." I began only for Tracey to cut me off."Before you think of a lie, bro. I saw Mum leave your room last night about 1am," Tracey stated."Oh hell," was all I could think to say."I'm not going to tell. Told you I wouldn't," Tracey. One night when Sis was “babysitting” me since our parents were going to be real late getting home I had my first anal experience just by chance. My sister was entertaining her then 17 year old boyfriend at the time, Jess. As I got the story weeks later, after their usual lengthy sex play and after he shot his load into my sister without a condom (she was on the pill) he was on his way to the bathroom to clean up when he passed my room. He told me, my door was open a little, my night light was.