Midnight Confession

My wife and I were in bed, naked. It was Saturday night, and we were just starting to play, I was nuzzling her breasts and caressing her smooth pussy.

The Karen said something that instantly awakened my imagination. "Chris, I've been unfaithful to you."

"What?" I was dumbstruck. I wasn't even sure I'd heard her correctly. "What? When? With whom?"

She kept staring at the ceiling, and spoke in a calm voice. "It was Marcus, the guy I told you about from work. We've been sort of flirting with each other for a couple of months. We happened to be away together on Wednesday, remember when I stayed over in Manchester. It just sort of happened. We were in the hotel after finishing dinner, we were sat in a secluded booth, first we were in each others' arms, kissing passionately; you know, like you and I do. Then his hands were all over me; groping my breasts, squeezing my arse, and he started fingering my pussy through my skirt. I could feel his cock through his trousers. It felt huge. That was all it took. I don’t know what came over me; I just dragged him to my room."

"We stripped each other naked. I had to see that huge cock. It was immense, much bigger than yours. I wanted to suck it, but it was too damn big. I could barely get my mouth around the head."

Lying there next to her, I felt the blood rising in my cheeks. I was so excited by her infidelity and worse yet, by her total lack of shame over it. Her matter-of-fact voice and her staring eyes made me think that she was actually proud of herself!

"I wrapped both my hands around it," she continued. "My fingers didn't even meet, that's how thick it was. I wanked his shaft up and down while I tried to get the head into my mouth. Eventually I gave up on that, and just licked around the rim while I kept playing with him. I slurped the head like an ice cream cone. I even stuck my tongue into his pee slit. It was so wide open, it was easy."

Through my excitement, I felt my cock swell as she spoke. It twitched as I thought of my wife's mouth, stretched to the limit trying to swallow this man’s cock.

"He got tired of my licking his cock, and he made me lie on my back. His cock was dripping tons of pre-cum, and my pussy was wetter than it's ever been. I spread my legs -- just like I'm doing now -- and waited for him to enter me. His cock came at me like a torpedo; it looked even bigger than ever. I thought he might split me in half, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be filled, stretched, you know how much I enjoy it when you fuck me with one of my dildos, and I was willing to die to be fucked by a real cock."

My penis throbbed again, picturing my wife's pussy being split by this man’s enormous, dripping, throbbing cock. Her hand had crept to her crotch and she was rubbing herself.

"When his cock first touched me, it felt like electricity. It was hot and cold all at the same time. It slipped into my sopping pussy like an electric eel, alive and on fire, stabbing and jabbing. I felt myself so stretched that I started to scream in pain, but it was a delicious pain. He supported himself on his arms on each side of me, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His eyes just glared at me, telling me that he knew he owned me, body and soul."

By now my cock was rock hard, and I could feel my hips beginning to buck a little. My wife had her hand between her thighs, and was fingering herself as she told her story. I resisted the urge to stroke myself.

"As his cock plundered and scrambled my insides, I writhed and bucked on the bed. I was screaming in pain and pleasure, and clawing his back with my fingernails. When he came, it felt like an ocean of cum was invading me. It was so warm and wet that it pushed me over the edge. I came like I haven't cum in ages." She turned her head to face me for the first time. "It was the greatest fuck of my life."

Her words burned my ears, and my face reddened two shades deeper at her glance. And my cock grew an extra notch. My foreskin was so stretched that it was almost painful.

"Was that it?" I asked breathlessly.

"No. He left after that, but I was too turned on to stop. I still needed to suck a cock. So I quickly showered, and dressed, I made sure that when I walked into the bar, I would have no problem attracting some attention. I decided not to bother with any knickers so I choose a black AP bra, and a pair of seamed hold-ups, then I slipped on one of my DVF wrap around dresses that you like."

“I then went down to the bar, it was about 10pm, so the bar was pretty lively and full of a good mix of guys, young through to old. It didn’t take me long to spot what I needed; he was with a group of guys, my target was tall, well built, handsome and black, just how I like them!”

My cock throbbed again, my god was she telling me the truth or spinning me a yarn, part of me wanted it to be fantasy, but from her manner I knew that she was being deadly honest.

“I bought myself a drink and perched on a bar stool, opposite him. My eyes scanned the room only to return to the black hunk that I wanted. This time I caught his eye and smiled, there was no mistaking the look, and he knew what I wanted. I watched him walk towards me, my eyes and smile indicating to him that I was ripe for plucking”

“We exchanged small talk, for perhaps ten minutes, but then I whispered in his ear that I wanted to take him back to my room, and get to know each other better”

“Are you shocked that your wife could be so bold?”

“Yes” was my reply, I never thought that Karen could be so wicked, so dirty…..and the thought, the knowledge that she could thrilled me beyond belief.

“As soon as the room door was closed, he pressed me against the wall, unbuckling his trousers, he let them slip to the floor, and I was on my knees. I had his beautifully thick and engorged cock in my mouth before his trousers even hit the floor. I felt it stiffen in my mouth as I rolled it around with my tongue. Once it was good and hard, I took it back out to admire it. Nice and long, with bulging veins and a fat, round head. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard while I wanked his shaft. Then I slowly pushed my face down, swallowing every inch or so to get it as deeply as possible into my throat. When I felt his pubic hair on my lips, I swallowed some more so that my throat would massage his head."

She never deep-throated me like that! My cock was pointing at the ceiling and bobbing. Involuntarily, my hand had crept to it, and I found myself absentmindedly stroking my shaft.

"I pulled my mouth back a bit so that I could get both my hands on his shaft. I twisted my hands in opposite directions, back and forth, to fully stimulate his shaft while I kept swirling my tongue around his head in my mouth. Then I reached under him with one hand and squeezed his balls. He had been moaning the entire time, but at this point he started to vibrate and grunt, and I knew he was close. I sucked harder, and stuck a finger into his asshole. That was all he needed; he came in my mouth, buckets of hot, sticky cum. I swallowed most of it, but some dripped down onto my dress. It was delicious; creamy and sweet and a little bit tangy. I kept sucking him as he softened, swallowing every last drop of cum as it sneaked out of his withering dick."

By now I was earnestly stroking my own cock. I wasn't sure I was ready for the story to end.

"And then what?" I asked.

She had her hand buried in her crotch, and I could see that she was sawing it in and out of her pussy. I could hear her juices sloshing. "I still needed more," she said.

"I stripped his clothes off, and lubricated his cock with Astroglide. I wanked him for about five minutes, to make sure he was good and stiff and slippery. Then I handed him the Astroglide bottle and got on my elbows and knees on the bed. I told him to lube me up good. He poured the lube onto my arse crack, and massaged it into my asshole. He stuck a finger in me and wiggled it around for a bit. Then two fingers, then three. I told him to quick screwing around and fuck me."

The idea of my wife, arse in the air, face buried in the pillow and about to get her asshole ravaged, was too much for me to take. My mind was reeling, my body was shaking, and I was sweating like a pig. My hands continued to pound my cock, my hips were bucking, and my entire body was vibrating with feelings I could barely describe. I almost felt as if my own body were being violated along with her asshole.

"He stuck it in me. He stabbed it in fast, all in one stroke, and I felt like a red hot poker was being thrust into my rectum. It was such exquisite pain that I almost swooned with pleasure. It was an intensity you could never hope to give me. I felt his cock sawing in and out of my hole, and felt his hips slamming against my arse cheeks. I could smell his sweat. I reached down to my pussy and sawed two fingers in and out, just like I'm doing now. I pinched and tugged on my clit, just like I'm doing now. I felt another massive orgasm coming as he pounded me."

I was barely listening anymore; I was in a sexual fugue state. Her words both shamed me and excited me, wounded me and wound me up. My cock was on fire as I pounded it mercilessly. I tugged my balls with my other hand and bit my lip. My hips were bucking like a bronco, and I knew I would cum soon. Through my haze, I kept hearing her words.

"I felt his cock suddenly get bigger inside of me; I knew he was about to cum. He reached around and grabbed my tit with one hand; he squeezed it so hard it left a welt that lasted for a day. He grunted and jammed his cock into me with one last massive thrust, and then I felt it start to spasm. As his first jolt of cum entered me, I began to cum, too. My body clenched him tighter than ever, and I felt the waves of orgasm up and down my body. With each squirt of cum he shot up my arse, my orgasm got stronger and wider and hotter. I was going out of my mind. I think I passed out briefly. The next thing I knew, he was putting his clothes on and leaving. I just lay there, my face in the pillow, my arse in the air, feeling a river of cum running out of my asshole and down onto the bed. I stayed that way for an hour, just savouring the feeling."

That was all I could take; the image her, bent over like an animal, my best friend's cum running out of her arse, pushed me over the edge. Deep in my balls, the fire that had been trying to burn finally exploded. A wave of pleasure billowed through my body. My tortured cock, almost bruised from the punishment it had been taking, pulsed and jerked on its own, and a huge rope of pearly cum shot straight up, only to land on my chest and face. A second jolt and a third joined it before my ejaculations decreased to a steady river running out of the end of my cock to pool in my crutch. It was the most intense orgasm I could remember in years.

After a few minutes, my breathing returned to normal, and I turned to face her again. She was looking at me.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked.

"On one condition."

"What?"

I looked deep into her eyes. "Don't ever stop."