Chapter 4: Lena's Confession

After class the following Monday, she surprised me.

“Would you take me again for coffee?”

Of course I obliged, and in a quiet corner of the same café, and she finally opened up to me.

“Donald is a skilled lover, I’ll admit, and before we were married, he was able to satisfy me. But when he was courting me, I still had a string of other lovers.

The way she said ‘string’ sent a chill down my spine. It was a jolt of fear in dealing with such a sexual woman, combined with excitement. Excitement won.

“I grew up in Slovenia, where we have a different attitude about sex,” she explained.

She lowered her voice. “He didn’t know it, but Donald rarely fucked me when I didn’t already have another man’s cum dripping down my legs. Or, sometimes it was the other way, I would make love to him, knowing I had another lover waiting to see me in an hour. I thrived on the excitement and the variety.

“I had really become very used to having men at my beck and call, but I knew it was wrong. I resolved to become a ‘good girl’ after we were engaged. But the question of fidelity never came up, and after just a few days of boring faithfulness, it was too easy to start seeing my other lovers again. This time I promised myself that I would turn over a new leaf after taking my wedding vows, because I really loved him and I didn’t want to continue being a ‘bad girl’.”

At this point I was burning to ask her, didn’t Donald suspect anything? Didn’t he notice that your pussy and thighs were slick with other men’s semen? On the other hand, she was on a roll, and I didn’t want to risk some kind of shame reaction on her part that would interrupt this fascinating story. I needn’t have worried, because she answered my questions before I could even ask them.

“It was especially easy for me, too, because Donald was completely clueless about my liaisons. He did notice that my pussy was constantly wet. He just decided that I was unusually well lubricated. He even liked to make a joke of it, saying that I must find being with him a real turn-on, because I always got so wet as soon as he turned up. Amazing, really, that he didn’t know the difference. He would even lick my pussy with other men’s cum inside it, but since it was there almost all the time, he just thought that’s how I tasted.”

She smiled ruefully. “Which, in way, was kind of true. In those days, I really did taste of sperm constantly.”

“After our wedding in San Francisco, Donald got an offer from a prominent law firm in Washington, and we moved into that beautiful house in Georgetown. None of my convenient lovers were close by any more, and it was easier for me to start fresh in my new role as the faithful wife of a prominent Washington lawyer.”

She was looking at me imploringly with those wide, movie star eyes. I guess she really did feel guilty at some level, and she wanted someone to understand what she was going through. Who else could she confide in?