"Honey, I need to tell you something." The next words out of my wife Christine's mouth would come to haunt me. Haunt me in a way that would allow the consequences of my fantasy and the full knowledge of it by my wife to never fade away again.
It had been awhile since my erectile dysfunction issues towards the beginning of our marriage. I had learned to improve my eating habits and keep myself from having too high of blood pressure. But at this point, I was still overweight.
As as a shorter guy at 5'6", I have always been used to being teased about my height. This probably underlies my thrill of imagining my wife with a larger, more fit man. A bigger and better man taking my wife. Handling her in the bedroom in ways I cannot, exciting her with his ripped physique and large cock.
The idea that my wife would be turned on by someone taller or with a bigger cock excites me in a humiliating way because there's nothing that I can do to compete or counteract that. It's devastatingly erotic.
"Is this going to piss me off. What is it?" I finally answered my wife after some awkward silence. Maybe I was just a bit grouchy that this is how we're starting our day. We were in the kitchen and had barely poured our coffee.
"Babe, maybe I shouldn't even tell you if you're going to be like that. You already sound mad!" Christine answered.
"Just tell me. I won't get..."
Christine interrupted my thought with: "I dreamed of my ex...we had sex." Her tone was one of guilt, as if she had actually committed the deed in reality. But she interrupted me, obviously anxious to get this off of her chest.
Although I knew Christine was aware of my fantasy to a point, I was shocked by her admission and unable to tell if she was trying to agitate my fantasy, or if this was a random fantasy not related to anything from it at all. It seemed like the latter as we did not regularly discuss my fantasy up to this point. After my ED issues, we had brought up my fantasy only briefly at times when she would comment about an actor she thought was super sexy on the show Outlander.
Sometimes Christine would even mention her thoughts about the actor while we were having sex. Most of the time while she was riding my cock. She gets chatty in this position and I can get all sorts of valuable information out of her.
But talking about an actor is such an unattached reality that although excites me that she was thinking about him, is not much of a consequential zone in the cuckold fantasy realm in which I existed. Having her mention her ex-boyfriend was a much different story.
I tried to act totally cool about it. "That's normal babe. You guys dated and were in a serious relationship."
Christine agreed, "I know. I just feel really guilty about it for some reason."
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know...never mind. I know you're trying to get ready for work. Forget about it." Christine was hiding something.
"I don't understand why you would feel guilty about a sex dream with an ex. It's very common. You don't need to feel..."
She interrupted, "Because I enjoyed it very much. I got frustrated and I fingered myself in the middle of the night." Christine was such an innocent being who was having naughty, normal thoughts, but could not keep it to herself like most people. Her confessions would have the opposite reaction that one would expect on me.
"Wait, you fingered yourself right next to me in the bed?!" I was not angry here but more shocked than anything. I didn't know how to react to this. I wasn't expecting that additional information to her confession.
"Yes, baby. I am so sorry. I got very excited," she said.
"What made you so excited?" I asked, intently and anxiously waiting for her response. I wanted her to hurt me here with her answer. This was a moment where devastation was longed for.
She didn't give me what I wanted initially. "I don't know. I guess it was just a sex dream so I got..."
I wasn't having it. "Why were you so excited that you had to take care of yourself? Just tell me. No secrets. Shoot straight. We've always been open to each other."
"Okay then...well, we just did things in my past that I remember and when I woke up I was really turned on by them," she answered. Of course, this was not the complete answer. I wanted to know more.
"What turns you on about him that we haven't done?" I was begging for more information.
"Babe, let's talk about something else," she said, clearly trying to avoid her deep thoughts on the matter. She seemed flustered and anxious.
I pressed and was aggressive. "Tell me now. Was he better than me or something? You seem to be acting weird. Did have a huge cock or something? You've always told me I was the largest..."
Christine's face turned red quickly. If I were trying to avoid the confrontation, perhaps I would take this as a sign that this conversation was too intense and she was embarrassed at where it was leading. But although she was a rather innocent wife, I knew this was a face of guilt for having deceived me about something.
I knew right away. "Babe, was your ex bigger than me?" Delivering those words out of my mouth surprised me. My voice was slightly shaking. I had always deceived myself into believing she was telling me the truth that I was the largest cock she ever had.
But I knew her ex. He was about 6'3" and very fit. He was strong but had a slim build. He was a jerk at times and in some ways, I stole Christine away from him because he made it so easy through his actions.
