Confessions and honesty

It was on the third evening after THAT NIGHT that we both had a free evening when we could talk properly. It was early evening, I had cooked us a nice meal and we were just finishing up, sat at the table with a nice bottle of red wine. Helen was of course looking gorgeous in a white sheer top and mini skirt.

"We need to talk baby. I know you were angry about our role play the other night, but now that you have had time to think about it how do you feel"

I knew I had to face this conversation sometime, and a part of me dreaded it. You see, I'm deeply conflicted - on the one hand I was angry, jealous, and it killed me the idea of my wife sleeping with someone else. But there was no denying that I had never been so turned on as I have been over the last couple of weeks, and the mere thought of Helen cuckolding me makes my blood boil with lust. To the extent that I am permanently horny and getting hard-ons all the time for no reason.

"I don't know... I find it hard..." a long pause whilst I try to find the right words.

Reaching across and holding my hand "It's okay babe, you can share your thoughts with me"

"I am just really struggling..." I pause, clearly conflicted, trying to find the right words. "I don't know if I should share what I'm thinking." I am so wrapped up in my own thoughts I don't see the look that crosses Helen's face - a mix of love and concern, but also a slight victorious smile - as she stands up, walks round the table, lifts her leg over to straddle me, and slides down in the narrow gap between the dining table and myself. As she settles I realise that the narrow gap has **** her high up my legs and her pussy is firmly planted on my cock. Simultaneously, I realise I can feel the heat of her pussy, and that without realising it I am rock hard. Now I look up into her eyes, and now I see an openly victorious smile as she senses my desire and lust.

"I love you baby, and I always want to be with you...

...you will always be safe with me...

...now stop fucking about and tell me what is going though that lust-crazed mind of yours"

grinding her pussy onto my cock to emphasis the point - both about me being lust crazed and her expectation of the truth.

Whether it was her pussy grinding, the look on her beautiful face, or my need to spill the beans, I just had to say...