a wife's email confession

I wrote this for a contact who had requested getting a confession supposedly from his wife

My darling, darling, jim .

I was a bit naughty before Christmas and I need you to forgive me. I've seen how your manhood twitches when we're watching a film or TV, and a wife cheats, even more so when the husband is aware she is being used by another. Little things you have said or asked make me think that you would forgive me if I strayed. Let's see if I am right. I think you may be disappointed in me, maybe even hurt, but I need to confess my sins to you baby. Hopefully, if I make my confession sexy enough you will be turned on enough to forgive me.

I'd overheard some middle aged women talking about a lingerie shop they patronised. I thought I might get something sexy there to wear for you at Christmas. Something sensual, something that says, to put it bluntly, "I need your loving, shag me now".

Imagine my surprise when I walked into the shop and found my old boyfriend, Tom, there. I found out later he had bought what was a loss making business because he wanted to keep his flat above it.

I very nearly left the shop. Tom persuaded me otherwise. He pointed out that it wasn't as though he hadn't seen my underwear before. I blushed. Tom said he'd never seen me blush before, even when we got kinky. I blushed again at the thought of some of the things Tom and I tried in and out of the bedroom.

Tom suggested we kept things on a salesman/shopper basis. Jim, at this stage I had no intention of cheating on you.

"Let me take you into the privacy of the fitting room so I can measure you and make some suggestions regarding purchases" adding somewhat less professionally "I'll wager you still look great in a basque."

Tom said he could take my measurements as I was but for more accuracy my blouse and skirt should be removed. I thought what the hell, why not, and shrugged them off while Tom went to lock the shop door. I'd for gotten how sheer my bra and panties were. I was also feeling moist down below. A quick check with my finger told me my knickers were still dry but I couldn't resist checking my pussy as well and was just pulling my hand out of my knickers when Tom walked back in. He grinned, I blushed. I was naked to his gaze, my underwear his nothing from him, something he confirmed by remarking that a bikini line wasn't an issue.

Tom stood behind me and gently turned me towards the mirror. He was almost panting. I could feel each hot breath on my neck. Tom had learned patience, finesse and the art of seduction from somewhere. When we were an item he could never wait to fuck me. I would often be sore from him pushing his rather large cock into me before I was wet enough. Sorry jim , he is way bigger, especially in girth, than you.

"Let's do away with this " he said as he unhooked my bra and threw it onto a chair, "and these" as he placed a thumb either side of my panties to slide them very slowly over my thighs. I stepped out of them when they fell to my ankles. I prayed he hadn't noticed the damp patch just developing on the gusset. He had, and to my dismay he picked them up and kissed the wet spot. Then to, as he put it "savour the sweet scent of an aroused beauty" he placed them under his nose and breathed in. With the fingers off his left hand tracing my spine Tom scrunched my knickers in his right hand, caressed them over my breasts, my belly and for the longest time he cradled my cunny with them, gently kneading the silky material between my pussy lips. A panty covered finger probed a little way into my pussy. Tom once again savoured my now musky scent before tossing them to one side.

As Tom passed by me to retrieve some lingerie he had brought in from the shop he lingered his fingers across my groin. His first choice for me was a flesh coloured camisole top with matching french knickers. Tom had me hold his shoulders while I stepped into each leg in turn. He squatted down so he could pull them up slowly, kissing my slit in passing as he stood. He helped me into the top then asked me to give him a twirl. Tom kept his hand pressed against the cami at waist level as I spun round . He reached to my breasts. His excuse was that he wanted to ensure the top looked good when my nipples were standing proud. They already were of course. Jim my love, I wanted to drop to my knees and give him the blowjob of his life. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum so he could watch me swallow it. I wanted to suck his cock back to life so he could fuck me like he used to. There was nothing I wouldn't have done for Tom at that moment.

Till that moment my darling jim , I had been faithfully yours. Tom explored my funny with his fingers whilst I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt. He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. He stripped me, I stripped him.

"Are you sure?" Tom asked. He didn't wait for a reply though and in an instant we were on the bed. His rigid cock throbbed as he stroked with increasing intensity. That first frantic fuck my dear jim did not last long. His explosion triggered mine. I have never orgasmed with such ferocity. I thought I was never stop cummng .

Once I came down from heaven I noticed a ring on my finger and remembered I was married. I rang you from Tom's bed my darling jim . Tom was teasing my body with a fur glove while I was trying to talk to your voicemail.

If you still love your now unfaithful wife come up to bed and reclaim my pussy and if you want, I will tell you what happened next. XXX

Very hot!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

2nd in the series, sent to the contact before he ghosted me, don't know why, perhaps I was hitting to close to home.

Having preened and pampered herself for the last two hours Laura felt good and looked even better. Her hair was perfect, her make-up expertly applied and her pubic mound was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Laura wistfully thought that it was a shame that she hadn't just prepared herself for jim's attentions or, she daydreamed, those of Tom who had seduced her mind and enjoyed her body not long before Christmas.

So far Tom was the only infidelity Laura had admitted to jim. She had known of jim's interest in unfaithful wives for most of their time as a couple. It hadn't unduly worried her because she was sure from clues he'd unintentionally left that his interest was in her being a hotwife and not in his chasing one. Laura had been fairly sure he would enjoy her cheating but it was only after Tom had left his seed deep inside her that she decided to risk a confession. She was glad she did because not only was jim pleased, he was even more ardent than usual and made love to her more times that night than he had since their early days. If there was a part of jim's reaction that hadn't been so good it was that he seemed to almost want her to drop her knickers whenever she left the house. That wasn't Laura, she needed a spark, a situation, before she gave herself to someone. That was the case with the first two one night stands she'd had since they married a few short years ago, they were with men she knew. Laura's third one night stand was with a charming southern Irishman on someone else's hen night. Laura blushed when she thought about her own hen night but that was before she had a ring on her finger.

One of the clues Laura had picked up on was how he had tried to hide his erection when they had the 'previous partners' conversation late one boozy night. Laura had suggested jim guessed how many cocks he thought she might have had. He came up with a number in single figures. Laura mmmm'ed and said that maybe there were a couple more. The truth was that Laura was far more experienced than she thought jim could handle. Jim's guess was well short of just the number of one nighters Laura had enjoyed.

Matching silky white bra and panties, revealing white blouse and a black skirt and Laura was good to go. Laura had to fend off some last minute overtures from jim as she waited for her best friend to pick her up to take her to the charity Ann Summers party at the Holiday Inn.

Prosecco was flowing freely in the small room set aside for those women like Laura who had volunteered to model lingerie and other clothing and to demonstrate some of the fun toys. Some of the local businesswomen would arrive a little later to bid on all the items. The models would get to keep the items they had shown. All proceeds would go to a local hospice.

Laura would be modelling a full length satin nightdress, a red basque and a plunging teddy. She was still undecided as to whether she would join some of the other girls in simulating oral or even vaginal sex with one of the many models of vibes and dildoes. Two of the other girls were up for demonstrating a strap-on dildo.

Laura undressed but left her knickers on. They came off once she realised they spoiled the lines of the nightdress. The wine and the sensuality of her attire were making Laura feel horny, she wished she was somewhere quiet where she could get noisy with jim. With plenty of Dutch courage down her throat Laura sashayed onto the makeshift catwalk. Her breasts swung slightly from side to side, the leftone escaping the confines of the thin material much to the delight of some of the women. Laura popped it back in and then lifted the hem of the nightdress up. The higher she lifted it the more money was bid. Laura hadn't realised that her pussy was on show until a rather tipsy woman at the front made a licking action. Laura let the hem fall. Bidding over Laura sashayed back to the changing room.

Nerves, relief, and the wine combined to make Laura's bladder insist on a visit to the bathroom. The wc adjoining the changing room was occupied so Laura looked out into the passageway, saw it was clear and ran to ladies down the hall. Need sated Laura looked back down the passageway but was dismayed to see a group of men chatting away and looking unlikely to move anytime soon. She decided the door opposite was her best option. She ran across to it but an soon as she shut the door behind her she realised her mistake.

This room was packed full of men, young fit men. She recognised one of them, their chanting confirmed they were the local football team celebrating a victory over their main rivals. Testosterone hung in the air. Before Laura knew what was happening she was in the midst of these men. By the time she had moved five feet she had been kissed a dozen times, her tits had been freed from the nightdress and groped by too many hands to count. Hands explored the nightdress as much as they explored her body. Two guys held her tight, a third lifted her nightie. At least five guys fingered her sopping wet cunt despite her protestations and struggles. When one of the guys, a well built black man unzipped his trousers Laura shouted a very loud "NO". She wasn't about to be gang banged no matter how famous these men were.

Three things happened all at once. Laura was standing free, an older man put his jacket around her and two women dressed like tarts walked through the same door she'd used.

"I apologise on behalf of the club. My mates thought you were the entertainment.", her knight in a grey suit said softly, "you're from the charity thing in the other room aren't you?"

Before Laura could answer he added "Let me bid a thousand for that nightgown, as is, right down to the beer spilt all over it. I'll text my wife to add it to her bids."

Laura recognised him as an ex player at the club. She blushed remembering she'd had a crush on him when she was a teenager. He guided her over to a quiet corner to give her time to compose herself. Everyone else in the room was watching the two other women putting on a show.

"Your nightie will dry quicker if we use body heat" he said with a twinkle in his eye, gesturing for Laura to sit on his lap.
Laura was feeling very hot, she found him attractive still, and thought to herself, "why not". His jacket was still round her shoulders hiding wherever their hands were and what they were doing. They kissed, his hands exploring her nightie and indirectly her body. He teased her nipples with his teeth through the fabric.

Laura could feel his cock throbbing through his trousers, she reached down to unbutton and unzip him. His cock felt hard in Laura's hand. She moistened it with the juices on her cunt lips then guided it into her hole.

"Mmmmm, your pussy is as silky as your nightie" he moaned as he closed his eyes and savoured Laura's tight cunt around his manhood. Laura was using her cunt muscles, squeezing and massaging his dick as she slowly slid up and down his shaft. It felt to him like she was sucking him off with her cunt. Laura let the jacket fall, now not caring who saw her being a slut. He was in heaven. Laura was somewhere back in her teen fantasy fucking her football hero. Laura's slow up and down motion bringing their bodies closer to release. Within a few short minutes half the hotel probably heard her cumming. Her orgasm triggered his.

Laura realised how long she'd been away from the charity event and kissing the latest man to put his seed into her cunt she climbed off him. He told Laura she was a fantastic fuck and asked that there might be a next time. By way of a yes Laura bent over to kiss his cock, tasting a small bead of his jism as she did so. He gallantly proffered his hankie to wipe herself. She hoped him cum wouldn't ooze out till after she had modelled the basque.

Cuck who loves a creampie.

Very naughty!!