A Morning Confession (Patreon)

The bedroom is full of sunlight as you enter on a lovely Sunday morning. You see your beautiful wife still under the covers with a sweet smile on her face.

You crawl into bed with her and kiss her cheek and neck. She giggles as your playful kisses delight her. Your hand moves under the covers and you caress her bare breasts as your kisses turn softer and more sensual, eliciting a moan.

“How did you sleep?” you ask.

“Good,” she says. “How about you?”

“Great,” you say. “I got up early to get some work done and I figured I’d let you sleep in.”

You sit up and your wife leans closer. You kiss her head and take a moment to smell her hair, which still carries the floral scent of her shampoo. Your hand moves over her back and you pull her closer. She looks up and kisses you.

“You’re a good husband,” she says. “You know that, right?”

“I like to think I am,” you say. “It’s always nice to hear you say it, though.”

She smiles and you kiss your wife as her hand moves between your legs. She unzips your pants and pulls out your cock. Her soft fingers wrap around your shaft and she strokes you slowly as your tongues dance in the most erotic way imaginable.

“How long has it been since you had an orgasm?” she asks.

“A week,” you say.

“You must be desperate,” she replies.

You smile and she strokes you a little faster. She kisses you again. Her tongue is active in your mouth. It seems like her desire is building.

“Do you want me to tell you a naughty story?” she asks.

“I’d love that,” you say.

Your sits up and says, “Lay back.”

You quickly arrange the pillows and lay against them as she cuddles up next to you. Her fingers encircle your cock once more and she places soft, sensual kisses on your chest as she teases the head of your throbbing erection.

“He was tall,” she says. “He had blonde hair, a really fit, hot body, and a really nice cock.”

She’s known about your cuckold fantasies for years and while she hasn’t fucked someone else, she’s willing to tell you stories about guys she fucked before you met. She seems to like it, in fact. She’s always wet by the time she’s done and sometimes she’ll masturbate while she’s telling you.

“We met in a bar. I was there with a few friends and he came up to me when I went to order another round for everyone. I couldn’t resist him. I should have just gone back to my friends, but I sent the drinks over to them and stayed at the bar with this guy,” she says.

“What were you wearing?” you ask. You love the little details.

Her fingers tease your shaft before she gently caresses your balls.

“I was in full-on glamour girl mode that night. I had on a pair of tight designer jeans, these sexy new black heels I’d bought earlier that week, and a really hot-looking semi-sheer blouse with a black lace bra underneath. I got a lot of looks that night. It felt really good,” she says.

“That sounds hot,” you say.

“I could wear it for you sometime,” she says. “I still have the top, actually.”

“I’d love that,” you reply.

She laughs, gives you a quick kiss, and then continues. “We did some pretty heavy flirting at the bar. He kept glancing at my bra, like he was trying to see if he could spot my nipples through the lace. I liked it, though. He was so good looking and even though I hadn’t seen him naked yet I could tell he was really well-built,” she says.

Your wife knows that you like those little details.

“He kept touching me as we were flirting. He’d reach out and let his hand graze my arm. A few times he rested his hand on my knee for a few moments. Each time it was thrilling. It’s such a simple thing, but I can’t tell you how turned on I got just having him touch me. I was so into him, it was like my body was telling me to forget about anything else I was supposed to do that night in favor of fucking this gorgeous guy,” she says.

You close your eyes as her fingers return to your cock. She gathers the precum that’s been dripping from the tip and strokes you slowly. Each time her hand passes over the head of your cock you groan as a shockwave of pleasure moves through your loins.

“Are you thinking about me at the bar with him?” she asks. “Are you thinking about flirting with someone else?”

“Yes,” you say.

“Is that why your dick is so hard? Is that why you’re dripping so much precum? Does this turn you on? Does it turn you on to imagine your wife flirting with a tall, handsome, muscular man?” she asks.

“Fuck, yes, it does,” you answer.

“I was the one that asked him to leave the bar,” she says. “I couldn’t wait any longer. We’d been flirting for an hour and I was desperate.”

“What did he say?” you ask.

Your wife laughs and says, “What do you think he said? You know how I can be when I’m horny. You can imagine how good I looked that night. Of course he said yes.”

She strokes you a little faster as you imagine her gleefully leaving a bar with someone else.

“We were going to go back to his place,” she says, “but we didn’t make it.”

“What happened?” you ask.

“First we made out in the parking lot. He had me pressed up against his car – which was a really nice BMW, by the way – and his hands were all over me as we kissed. He was such a good kisser, too. He had this amazing way of making me feel consumed by his desire,” she explains.

You imagine your wife kissing someone else in a bar parking lot. You imagine her pressed up against a BMW with someone else’s tongue in her mouth. You imagine her intense lust for him. It makes your cock throb.

“He was parked next to one of those massive SUVs and that part of the lot was pretty dark, so I decided I was going to give him a thrill. I squatted in front of him, pulled out his cock, and blew him right there. I sucked cock in public and it made me so much wetter than I thought possible,” your wife says.

You groan and your hips lift involuntarily, like you’re trying to fuck her hand. Pleasure courses through you as you imagine your beautiful wife doing something so spectacularly naughty in public.

“His hands moved into my hair and he groaned as I stroked and sucked his cock,” she says.

“This is so hot,” you say.

Your wife kisses your chest again. Her lips are warm and soft and she lets her tongue dart out and flicker back and forth over your nipple a few times, which is surprisingly sexy.

“I told him I needed him to fuck me and that I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed it right then and there. He unlocked his car, got in the backseat, and told me to get on top, which I did. He was inside me just a few moments after I shut the door. My pussy was so wet that I took every inch of his dick without a problem. It felt so fucking good, too. Being filled like that was exactly what I needed in that moment,” she says.

“You fucked in his car?” you say.

Your wife giggles and strokes you a little faster. “We did,” she says. “It was incredible sex, too. There was something about how desperate and passionate and wild it all was that made it feel so much better. Plus, the backseat in that big BMW was awfully roomy.”

You imagine your wife riding someone else’s cock in a car. You imagine her hips moving over his cock. You imagine his hands moving over her body and playing with her tits through that sexy sheer blouse.

“Did you cum?” you ask.

“I certainly did,” she says. “I came in less than a minute, in fact. It was incredible.”

“Was it…better?” you ask.

You’ve started asking your wife if her past orgasms are better than the ones you give her. Sometimes she plays along. Sometimes she gives you a little treat.

“Yes,” she says. “Much better, in fact. It was one of the best orgasms of my life. Without question.”

Your cock swells up in her hand and your wife relaxes her grip. It seems like she doesn’t want you to cum.

“After my orgasm I got on my back and spread my legs for him. He slid into me once more and fucked me missionary style. I was going to tell him to pull out before he climaxed, but right as he was getting close to cumming I was hit with this totally overwhelming kind of desire. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted it more than anything. It was insane, but I told him to do it. I told him to cum inside me. I told him to fill my pussy,” she says.

“Did he?” you ask.

“Almost instantly. Once he heard me begging for his cum he couldn’t help but give it to me,” she explains.

The very idea of your wife begging another man for his cum in her pussy is thrilling, but she’s not stroking you hard enough for you to cum. She’s teasing you. She’s keeping you right on the edge.

“Do you like that?” she asks. “Do you like the idea of your wife telling another man to cum inside her?”

“You know I do,” you say.

You’ve shared that part of your fantasy before. You’ve shared that you love the idea of someone else cumming inside her. You’ve shared how much it turns you on.

“He shot a huge load inside me,” she says. “I could feel his cock pulsing in my pussy and it just kept going. I’m glad I was on my back or it would have made a huge mess in the back of his car.”

“Fuck,” you say softly. You wish she’d stroke you just a little faster. You’re so close to cumming. You want that orgasm. You need it.

“Do you like my story?” she asks.

“It’s incredible,” you say.

“There’s one more little detail,” she says.

“What’s that?” you ask.

She tightens her grip and strokes you a little faster. “This all happened two months ago,” she says.

“What?” you ask as your brain tries to work out what your wife just shared. Is she saying she fucked someone else? Is she saying she cuckolded you?

“You’re a cuckold,” she says. “You just didn’t know it.”

She releases your cock and looks up at you. She studies your face. She sees the confusion. She sees the arousal.

“I couldn’t help it,” she says. “You kept talking about your fantasy. You kept talking about how hot it would be if I fucked someone else. We kept doing stuff like this where I’d tell all these naughty stories. I had a few drinks that night. The guy was really hot. I had this sense of freedom, this sense that I could do what I wanted, that I could fuck him if I felt like it, so I did.”

She runs her fingers over your chest and stomach before playing with your balls as you sort out your feelings. In reality, she cheated on you, but you can’t find any anger. It’s not there. All you can think about is whether she’s going to cuckold you again or if it was a onetime thing. All you want is for her to do it again.

“Did you do it again? Did you fuck him more than once?” you ask.

“No,” she says.

“Why?” you ask.

“I felt guilty,” she says. “I know I sort of had permission, but I felt guilty about totally losing control and fucking someone else without asking you. I felt guilty about letting him cum inside me, too.”

You stare at your wife. You’re not entirely sure how you feel. Your cock is still hard. Her hand still feels incredible as she plays with your balls. You still can’t quite muster the anger you know you’re supposed to be feeling.

“I want to fuck him again,” she says.

You groan.

“I’ve been thinking about him constantly,” she continues. “I masturbate while I think about him and the sex we had. I think about how hard I came with him. I think about how good it felt to cut loose like that, how good it felt to actually do what you’ve fantasized about.”

“I wish you’d told me,” you say.

She wraps her fingers around your cock and comes closer. She kisses you softly and says, “I wish I had too. I’m sorry I didn’t. Can you forgive me?”

There’s a part of you that wants to refuse, but you don’t really have a good reason to do so. Your wife has always been loving and kind. She’s always been keen to satisfy your sexual desires. She’s always been wonderful in almost every way and your marriage is exceptionally good.

“I love you more than anything,” you say. “And I know it’s fucked up, but this really turns me on.”

“I know it does,” she says.

Your wife releases your cock and moves to her knees beside you. She takes your hand and places your fingers in her panties.

“Feel me,” she says.

You work your way into her pussy and you feel the exceptional wetness there.

“I’m soaked,” she says.

“Is that because of him?” you ask.

She smiles and moans as you play with her clit. “It’s because I want to cuckold you,” she says. “For real. I want to fuck other men whenever I feel like it. I want you to watch. I want you to cum to the sight of someone else’s cock inside me. I want you to be my cuckold.”

You rub her clit faster. Suddenly, all you want is to make your wife cum.

“Will you be my cuckold?” she says.

“You know I will. You know it’s what I’ve always wanted,” you reply.

She pulls your hand from her panties, pulls them aside to expose her pussy, and says, “Lie down. I’m going to sit on your face.”

You lie down. She straddles your head and sits on your face. Her wet pussy lips spread over your mouth. You push your tongue inside her and soak up her juices. She rides your mouth, rubbing her clit all over your face.

“I have his number,” she says. “I’m going to set up another date. I’m going to fuck him again.”

You can’t say anything with her pussy smothering you, but you offer an approving grunt.

She throws her head back and her thighs clamp down on your head. You feel them start to tremble and then your wife screams as she has a loud, lovely orgasm.

She slides down your chest and takes your cock into her wet pussy. Her eyes lock onto yours as she rides you. She milks you with her wet cunt.

“Cum inside me,” she says. “Cum inside me just like he did.”

You’re in no position to refuse her demand. You cum inside her. You experience the best orgasm of your life. You hope it will be the first of many more just like it.