kissing"Sex Confessions" is a series featuring your naughtiest bedroom secrets and fantasies. Some will sound familiar, others may give you ideas, some will turn you on, and some are dark and twisted. You might want to sit down for this.
Today Gina* has a secret that she is willing to share ... anonymously, of course. She kissed her best friend. Recently. She's married. Has a couple of kids. Is in her 30s. Yeah, she kissed her best friend, like full on, tongue and all, one night when she was out and her husband was home with the kids. She wasn't even drinking and neither was her friend. They live down the block from each other so they shared a ride into town to go out and essentially made out in the car on the ride home. What makes it even more scandalous is that Gina's best friend is a guy. Yikes! Let's let Gina explain ....
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I can't believe this happened! I really cannot believe it! My friend -- let's call him Dale -- has been my friend for years and years. He is also my husband's friend. We all hang out all the time. His wife, kids, my husband, kids -- we have dinners and parties and borrow pots and pans and all that kind of stuff since we live down the street. Never once did I think about kissing Dale in all the years I've known him. We don't have any sexual tension. But I have no idea what happened that night. I am really freaked out about it and still haven't talked to Dale about it.
I didn't tell my husband either. I can't. He could be crushed. Devastated. Hurt. And it probably would end our friendship with Dale and his family. I don't want that. I just wish I could go back in time and erase that it ever happened. I'm not interested in Dale, never thought I was, never want to take it further or repeat it. Though WOW! what a hot kiss it was. But it was a wake-up call. My husband and I hardly ever kiss anymore. I think Dale and I were giddy from having a good time that night, and during the drive home, something just happened and we found ourselves pulled over and steaming up the windows. And just like that we realized what we were doing, stopped, and drove home. Awkwardly. When he dropped me off, I didn't even say goodbye. My wake-up call is that my husband and I need to make out more.
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I've seen Dale since and we act like nothing happened. But I do think we need to at least address it. Clear the air. Get a lobotomy maybe? I hate that I am being dishonest with my husband. But telling him could be worse.
What do you think Gina should do? Tell her husband? Talk to Dale?
*Names have been changed.
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