The Cuckolds Confession

It is true. No matter how sick or pervert I can be, I dream about watching you fucking another man. It is a fantasy that eats my mind, makes my dick hard often, and forces me to bite my tongue to avoid mentioning it. It grew slowly since you told me that our sex was not good enough. You mentioned that to hurt me during a fight we had. You also said that I had the smallest dick you ever saw. Certainly, those comments were painful, but not a surprise. Darling, I have been well aware of my physical constraints since I was a teenager, but they were not a problem. I learned how to satisfy a woman with my tongue and keep the right pace for enough time when I was inside her. No one complained and, please believe me, a few became truly submissive, truly in love. Except you, honey. I realized that I never had seen the devoted sight of a woman who is fully satisfied by her man in your eyes.

Those were turbulent times, that we were able to overcome. We remained together as husband and wife; we reignited our sex and you have had neat orgasms during these years. I learned that you enjoy having your pussy bitten and, despite your words, you enjoy being hard fucked. I discovered by chance that you became mad when you were double penetrated. Do you remember?

That was a life changing discovery. You were finishing dressing for a business convention. You looked gorgeous with that black tight dress and your pantyhose. I watched your ass while you danced in front of the mirror to tease me, and I could not resist. I took my hard dick out, pulled your panties down, and started fucking you from behind. You were moaning and I could feel your juices in my balls when I sank my fingers in your ass. My thumb first, as a test. You reacted nicely, moaning louder. So, I penetrated your asshole with my middle finger. You started to cum and to talk dirty. Then I tried it with two fingers, and you liked it better. When I fucked your ass with three fingers, you were in heaven. Begging me for more and declaring yourself as my slut. You came heavily and your legs were shaking. As I plunged my fingers into your ass, I could feel them massaging my cock, which felt very tight in your pussy. I also cum harder and filled your pussy with my cum. That was a revealing surprise, and I became stupidly excited. I thought you would like to try a threesome and repeat the experience with a second real dick, but you rejected the idea when I mentioned it as a joke. I continued fingering your ass while fucking, and you always cum faster and more heavily, but we never talked about it.

Despite that silence, I always thought that it would have been a terrific experience watching you dealing with two cocks and feeling the strength of another guy pushing his dick in your ass while I fuck your pussy.

A new spark ignited my fantasies when you told me about the guy at work who asked you out. Unfortunately, it was in another fight, so I just kept quiet. But you told me that on a business trip you went together, he was always very attentive and every night he would walk you to the bedroom door. You told me that to show me that you could fuck anyone else whenever you wanted. But I wasn't jealous, I was curious. How would you fuck another guy? One that would satisfy you fully. Would you be sluttier? Would you do things to him that you won't do to me?

Those doubts became more intense after I got to meet him at that corporate Christmas party you invited me to. When you introduced me to him and I understood that he was "the guy on the trip", my blood boiled. I gritted my teeth when he told me how hard you had worked together that week, as he smiled at me and hugged you behind the waist. I wanted to smash his face in, but I smiled and told him it was a pleasure to meet him. He was certainly a nice and flirtatious guy. I took a deep breath, and I remembered that not only nothing happened between you and this guy, but that sometimes you even spoke badly about him at home. So, I had a drink and relaxed. When he asked you to dance, I heard you refused because you didn't want to leave me alone, but I was fine, so I had to insist you accepted the invitation. I neither wanted to make you look bad in front of your colleagues nor did I look like the ogre husband. I could see you on the dance floor, smiling, and I noticed how the bastard started to dance closer to you. He squeezed you tighter and whispered something in your ear that you did not like. His hand ran down your back, trying to reach your ass and you forced him to stay calm. You weren't smiling anymore. Maybe you were annoyed, but you were hiding it. And me at the table, while watching you, I had an erection. As I sipped from my glass I was sweating. I was nervous, a little pissed off on the one hand, but on the other hand, I wanted you to let yourself be groped. I wish you would have let him squeeze your buttocks, pull down your cleavage, and eat your tits right there on the dance floor. Or that he would have dragged you to the toilets so you could unbutton his pants and give him a blowjob sitting on the toilet. There, you'd eat his cock until he filled your mouth with cum and then he'd fuck you from behind and find out how much you like getting fucked in the ass. None of that happened. You went back to the table. You didn't say a word about that dance, and I didn't either. We went home. We made love. And then I had to masturbate in the bathroom imagining what it would have been like if you had agreed to be fucked by that guy at that party.

Since then, fantasy has become a desire. But it was still buried in my secrets. Until one day, Fernando, our neighbor, came to ask for a favor and I let him in. You were not at home. I was stroking my dick with your nude pics when he came, and had inadvertently left the computer open. And he saw your pics.

He left clear his surprise when he saw you. And we crossed a barrier that otherwise decorum would not have let us pass. He asked to see more pictures of you. And I showed them to him. In return, I asked him for some pictures of Emma, his wife. He took out his cell phone and showed them to me. She is hot, but you are hotter. We started, since then, a new friendship. We exchanged photos, videos, stories, fantasies. One night he sent me videos of him jerking off with your pictures and asked me to do the same with Emma´s pictures. It was hot. I don´t know why, it really turned me on watching another guy hard for you.

Usually, we drink coffee in the afternoons and fantasize together about you and Emma and us. One day, I told him I would like him to come one evening while you were taking a shower. I would let him come to our bedroom quietly. I smiled thinking of your surprise when you would come out the bathroom wrapped in your towels and found us there, waiting for you. You would feel ashamed but delighted by his weapon. Believe me, he has a huge cock! I fantasized that you would drop your towel to show yourself naked. We thought that you would go on your knees sucking him and watching me. I´d join him and you would take turns to please us with your mouth. I want to see your grateful sight while you have his big shaft in your mouth. I would push your head toward him, to force you to take it all. I know you can do it without gagging, sweetheart. Then I want him to take you doggy in our bed. I want to see how you raise your ass to receive him. I made him promise me that he would fuck you hard, pulling your hair and squeezing your tits. Without pause. Going deep inside you, until you cum. But the best part was thinking about taking you together. I would invite you to sit on me to take your ass, and then he would join us, lying on you, to fuck your pussy. We would feel our cocks inside you, moving them in harmony to make you cum heavily.

We chatted a lot and started playing games. One Sunday morning he texted me saying he had sent me a gift. I did not understand until I heard that someone knocked our front door. I opened it and Emma was there wearing just a T-shirt and a thong. She came to give us some carrot cake following Fernando's command. I was able to see her beautiful legs and ass when she returned to her apartment, smiling at me. I understood that day that she was well aware of our fantasies. So, we made some plans. He wants to fuck you and he has a good dick. You're going to like it. You'll be able to feel a big, thick cock. He will make you his whore and cover you with cum. In return, he wants me to fuck Emma, in front of him. I said yes. I warned him that you might refuse, but he told me that Emma would help convince you. Then we will try to fulfill our fantasy of fuck you together. We want to have you double penetrated and licking a younger pussy. So they're coming to dinner tonight.