My partner confessed to cheating on me while I was giving him a blowjob... and I kept going while making a confession of my own. [MF]

I call him my boyfriend for the sake of simplicity, but that conversation never actually happened. The expectation was exclusivity, but whether we were in a relationship is debatable. Though I guess he felt the need to confess to me anyway.

The confession was sudden, unprompted, and the timing was terrible. I was naked, except for my thong, on my knees, and thoroughly enjoying the act of sucking his dick. I was fully immersed in the act, and my arousal was at its peak. That was the moment he blurted it out. In the throws of passion, as moans were constantly escaping from his lips, he shouted out that he had been fucking his coworker. Like a flood of water finally breaking through a dam, he could no longer contain it.

I paused, his penis still in my mouth, my hand between my legs, and my fingers inside me. The confession took me off guard, and ever so slowly I lifted my head off his dick. I looked up to him, confused, but never fully removing my lips from his shaft. I simply wondered who it was, and asked him as much. I wasn't mad, or even upset. I was confused. Confused as to why he did it, and why I wasn't bothered.

He too seemed confused that I was still casually stroking his spit slick dick, and kissing the shaft. It took him a moment to answer, but he did tell me who it was. I had met her several times. She was very attractive and I was genuinely surprised that she was willing to have sex with him. She's a tall, busty, readhead, with a very nice figure, and she's also married.

Honestly I was impressed. I wondered when and where while absent mindedly licking his dick and stroking his shaft. He was squirming and moaning, while I pondered this development. Though an intrusive popped into my mind, and I reeled back from his dick. I asked if he had fucked her that day, but he said no.

I shrugged and went back to licking his dick. I asked him why, and he had no good answer. They were friends, and they were talking about her marriage, and it just happened. He was sorry. He didn't mean to. All the things you'd expect. It was almost funny to me. It was an accident and he didn't mean to, but they kept doing it. He gave me an awkward laugh when I brought that up.

He asked if I was mad. I wasn't. He asked me why. I didn't know. I continued bobbing my head in his lap, eagerly sucking him, and getting back into the flow. I enjoyed hearing him moan, and feeling him swell in my mouth. He was close to cumming, but I didn't want that yet, so I lifted off his dick again and made my own confession.

I locked eyes with him, never letting go of his cock, and admitted that several of my guy friends have been fucking me regularly. Before he could answer I took him back into my mouth, and down my throat. He struggled, but managed to ask if I was serious. I nodded without stopping.

He always hated my guy friends, because he knew I'd hooked up with almost all of them in some way before. He admitted that he always wondered if things ever happened after we started dating. All the while I was slowly edging him with my mouth and hands.

He was getting close again, but this time he stopped me. Pushing me off his dick gently, and he asked me what we were going to do now. I shrugged and asked if he was going to stop fucking his coworker. He said he didn't know, and then he asked me if I was going to stop fucking my friends. I admitted that I couldn't stop them if I wanted to, they knew me too well. He nodded, and said he didn't want to stop fucking his coworker. I didn't blame him, she's got an incredible body.

I went back to sucking his dick, still enjoying it. He laid his head back and moaned as I continued, and then laughed. He admitted that his coworker wasn't even close to as good at sucking dick as I was, which excited me. I didn't care if he fucked her, really, and I told him as much before continuing to blow him. He couldn't hold out any longer, and he finished in my mouth with a tremendous orgasm that lasted much longer than usual.

When we were finally done, I stood up, climbed into his lap and kissed him. I asked what he wanted to do. He didn't know. I told him again that I didn't care, as long as we still got to hang out together as much as we have been. He agreed, and then he laid me down and ate my pussy before fucking me to orgasm.

After that it was like nothing changed. We hung out and relaxed like we always do. Joking around and enjoying eachother's company as if we didn't just admit to cheating on eachother. He went home some time later, and that was that.

We aren't really a couple. We aren't really singles hooking up. We are something else now, and we'll have to figure it out as we go.