My Wife's Confession

“This is going to be hard to talk about,” she said, barely able to look me in the eye. Silence and tension engulfed the room. “You know that business trip to Pennsylvania? I did something I wish I hadn’t done when I was gone.” My heart felt like it stopped. “I was talking to this guy, and one thing led—"

“You cheated on me?” I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach.

Her eyes welled up. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I’m just so sorry, and I hate myself for risking our relationship. Nothing is worth that. I - I just wish I could take it back.”

"We haven't even been married for two years," I murmured. I couldn't believe it.

She looked down at her feet and we sat in silence for a moment.

“What did you do together?”

“Barely anything,” she responded quickly. “I just gave him a blowjob. I never even had my underwear off.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes, honey, I swear! I just sucked his dick."

“How long?”

"To be honest, he was really big.”

“No, I mean—" I closed my eyes. “I mean, how long did you blow him?”

“Oh…not long. He came so fast. It literally didn’t even last five minutes.”

I looked into her big eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity or deception. They still looked so innocent, even as she was telling me she’d wrapped her lips around a stranger’s big cock.

“How did it end?”

She looked down and sniffed.

“Tell me.” I said sternly. “Did you swallow?”

“He came in my mouth,” she said sheepishly. “It was really bitter and it happened in a few minutes at most, probably less.”

“And?”

“And I swallowed.”

I inhaled deeply. I’d nearly forgotten to breathe for the past few minutes.

“So he’s a coworker, then? Was it that guy -- the one you told me not to worry about?"

“No,” she replied. "It wasn't anyone from work."

“So how did you…? Did you meet him at a bar or something?”

Her face turned red. “Baby, I…I love you.”

“Tell me, now.”

“I downloaded Tinder after I left,” she said, crying. I rolled my eyes. She had been seeking it out. Still stunned, I rose unsteadily to my feet. She tried to stop me as I walked away. I shrugged her off. “Just give me a minute!” I snapped.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door, exhaling. She cheated on me. My wife cheated on me on a business trip. My wife, sucking off some stranger behind my back, swallowing every last drop of his cum before driving home like nothing happened, kissing me goodnight. She was a cum-guzzling whore, and she slid her tongue over mine not 24 hours after she slurped down another man’s cum.

I couldn’t make heads or tails of the emotions washing over me. “Fucking whore,” I muttered. Suddenly, fiery lust shot through me. I unzipped my pants, unsure at first, but then almost frantically whipping out my cock, already hard. I stroked furiously, not knowing what came over me, trying keep quiet as I shot a huge load of cum after what couldn’t have been 30 seconds.

“What the fuck just happened?” I thought to myself.

In the weeks since her confession, I’ve jacked off to the thought of her unfaithfulness a dozen times. After I walked out of that bathroom, I interrogated her, pressing for every last detail.

"I'm not going to have peace of mind until I know exactly what happened. Nothing stays between you and this man. Plus, telling the complete truth about this can be the start of rebuilding my trust in you." I shifted on the couch, trying to hide my stiffening cock. "Tell me everything."

I wasn't totally lying. Rebuilding trust would be important, and it really would drive me crazy if I didn't know the details. I had to know. I wished there was a video.

After messaging a bit on Tinder, he came to the hotel and went straight up to her room. She was already undressed, only in a bra and panties. They made out, and he pushed her against the wall, rubbing her clit while he kissed her neck and held her waist with his other arm. She showed me his picture. He was tall, in great shape, black hair, beard, rippling muscles. Most of his pictures were gym selfies. He didn't send any dick pics, so I had to take her word that he was hung.

She helped him undress, and he took off her bra, sucking on her tits while she moaned in his arms. He spanked her hard and she let out a soft squeak. He smiled and pinned her hands above her head. She kissed his neck for a while before he let her arms go and leaned against the wall, towering over her. She unbuckled his belt, and he laughed as her eyes grew wide when she saw his big cock. She kissed him and played with his tongue in her mouth, reaching up and holding his biceps with her back against the wall. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, hungrily rubbing her clit against his body.

She sank down to her knees and ran her fingers over his strong chest and abs as she knelt before him. She couldn't keep her hands off of him.

"What did you say to him? Anything?" I asked.

She thought for a moment. "I said, 'God, you're so fucking hot'."

She took him gently into her mouth, not fully hard yet. She sucked his soft dick, and as it grew, her mouth was open wider by its girth.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Suck my balls, bitch." She did as she was told. "Good girl," he intoned softly. Obediently, she sucked his big, heavy balls while his cock got harder and longer. She couldn't believe how big he was. He took his ballsack out of my wife's mouth and rested them gently on her lips while she gazed up at him. She massaged his balls with her tongue, slowly moving up the shaft.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl..."

"Thank you, sir," she said.

He started to get a little rough with her. He gave her face a couple gentle slaps before sliding his throbbing cock back in her mouth. She gagged and he went farther, holding the back of her head with one hand. He pulled out for a second, but before she could catch her breath, he started facefucking her, still holding the back of her head with one hand. My wife tried to look up at him, but his eyes were closed as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth.

She said he kept going until she thought she might faint. He finally relented and she gasped for air. He gave her a few more slaps, less gentle than the last ones. "You're such a fucking whore, god damn..." he moaned. "Open up, slut." She obeyed.

This time, he held her head with both hands as she looked up at him. They held eye contact as he facefucked my wife, using her, looking down into her big doelike eyes.

"Good girl...good girl...oh fuck!!!!"

He unloaded his seed inside her. She gagged but he commanded her to swallow it all. Some of it dripped down her face as she choked, but she got almost all of his hot cum down her throat. She stuck out her tongue to show him, just as she's done for me countless times. She always has a proud little look on her face.

"Wait...did you have your wedding ring on this whole time?" I asked.

She nodded slowly. "I never took it off. I thought about it, but I just didn't for some reason."

"Did he ever notice it?"

"Yeah, he did..."

"What did he say?" I pressed.

"When he took the picture of me, he--"

"When he did what?"

"I, um..." she whimpered.

My head went into my hands. She started crying again.

Apparently, after he finished in her mouth, he took a photo of her cum-dripping, mascara-streaked face. "Nice ring," he said, tossing his phone on the desk.

I wondered how many other men had seen that picture by now. Who else had seen my naked wife, covered in cum just after she'd given a sloppy blowjob to a total stranger. I had to see that photo.

"There's one more thing..." she stammered. "He left after that, but...I guess, well, nevermind." She clammed up.

"Seriously?" I said, irritated. "How do you expect me to let that go?"

"It's just, it's not something else between he and I. Not exactly..."

"Are you going to tell me?"

She sighed. "Well, in the spirit of full disclosure, I feel like I should say that I also masturbated to him later that night. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted him to stay, and he left without saying much, but I thought about him again that night. And I went through a...scenario in bed. It was just the one time, the same night it happened. I haven't thought about him since, not in that way. I promise."

"So you replayed what happened in your head, is that it?"

"No, it was something else. He fucked me and...and you were there, watching. You were tied up in the hotel room, and he came in and he..." She hesitated. "He had his way with me."

I couldn't mask my surprise. She smiled softly, only briefly. Her tear-streaked face looked pretty.

"I - I was underneath him, holding onto his biceps while he fucked me missionary style. He creampied me, and..." she trailed off. I was so fucking hard, still hiding it as it bulged out of my pants.

"And?"

"And...look, I don't know what this was, but...I don't know."

I couldn't help smiling, even under the circumstances. "Tell me! I mean, I've always been interested in your fantasies."

"Well, after he creampied me, he got you from the chair where you were tied up, and he your head down into my pussy. He made you eat my pussy after cumming in me. I...I came really hard to that."

I didn't know what to say, but the horniness had completely taken over. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. "Honestly, that sounds really hot. All of it."

"Yeah, I noticed," she said with a slight smirk, touching my leg and glancing at the conspicuous bulge. Damn it, she did see it.

She unzipped my pants and went down on me without a word. I think I might have married a crazy fucking slut.