My Hidden Life Exposed

My Confession

It rained the next few days and nights, significantly cooling everything off outside for about a week after our special evening together. I didn't let it stop me from fulfilling my duties by shedding my clothes after the kids were in bed. Daddy enjoyed it when I stripped lately, he even started to join some nights.

One night after the kids were in bed for awhile, and I been out of my nightie for a little while, I turned to Daddy on the couch and asked if we could talk.

He turned off the TV and asked what I wanted to talk about.

I told him that since he confronted me all those months ago, and told me he knew about what I had been doing behind his back, that I've been struggling to answer in my own head why I did it.

His face shows a concerned look, I reassured him that I had not changed in any my thoughts or decisions from that night forward. He seemed to look a little relieved.

I told him how I regretted not telling him of my submissive tendencies sooner, that how I wished I would have found a way to tell him so many years ago. These last few months have been so fun and thrilling and sex has been so amazing lately, that I wish I could have found the courage to tell him back when we were first married or even first dating. We didn't have sex before marriage, but we were not strangers to exploring each other's bodies. I mentioned that I thought that those feelings that need to be dominated came from my late night phone calls with my previous boyfriend, a guy who by the very definition of bad-boy set the definition. I swear if you looked the term up in the dictionary it would have his picture and bio!

I mentioned how back when we were dating and first married that submissiveness in the bedroom, was deemed a kink in the mainstream and wasn't how a normal couple acted in the bedroom. It wasn't until years after we had our first kid did the thought of getting a vibrator creep into our thoughts for the bedroom. It was even years after that did I ask him to spank me for the first time while we had sex.

As began to apologize for contacting my former boyfriend, tears began to well in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Daddy tried to stop me, to tell me he didn't need to know anymore. I continued on telling him that after I should have never lied to him and not told him about our communicating. I couldn't keep it to myself anymore if I was to fully submit to him. Sitting there completely naked in front of him, made it easier because I still felt exposed, that I could share everything and anything because I had nothing to hide behind. Matter of fact it was made even easier because he had not chosen to disrobe with me. He started to reach for his shirt, and I held his hands and said no. He was a bit startled, and I again reinforced the point that being naked in front of him made the baring of my soul easier.

I had never forgotten about the house rule, number 24 "Tell Daddy Everything". He got up for a second and grabbed the box of tissues, and set it on the floor in front of the couch, handed me a tissue and then sat back down, placing his hand on my knee. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose, and sit my hand down on top of his, took a deep breath and started back in again.I knew I was in no position to ask Daddy what he knew about my communications with "him", so I just started from the top. It started out innocently. I went to see if he had any kind of social presence online. It had been 20 years since I had last communicated at all with him. It seemed he hadn't gotten out of his dominant attitude himself, posting slightly risque pictures full of innuendo. Calling himself a Daddy. Apparently, he had a lot of followers and followed a lot of people. I paid little to no attention to them.

I started to like various photos and even commented on a few. That's when he started to direct message me, guessing who I was again, it was innocent. Then for whatever reason, something clicked in my head and the conversation started turning sexier. We relived past moments, each wished we had been with each other more. Even maybe having another shot at time together.