Okay. I know this makes me sound like a total bitch, or like someone who’s just out here wrecking people’s lives. But whatever. I need to get this off my chest. Maybe someone out there will understand why it turned me on so much. Or maybe I just want to say it out loud so I can admit how far I’ve gone.
So yeah… I made my boyfriend a cuckold. And the craziest part? He freaking begged for it.
I didn’t even mean for it to happen like that. At first I was just playing around. I’d tease him, say dumb things during sex like, “What if I let another guy do this to me?” And he’d kind of freeze, like he didn’t know if I was serious or joking. But then he’d get harder. And after a while I realized he liked it. Like… really liked it.
He’d ask me weird questions like, “Would you ever cheat on me?” and I’d just smirk and say, “What if I already did?” even though I hadn’t… yet. But I loved the way it made him look at me. Like he couldn’t tell if he hated the idea or wanted it. I don’t know how to explain it, but it made me feel kinda powerful. Like I could get away with anything if I said it the right way.
Anyway, one night I went out with some friends. I wore this tight little black dress that barely covered anything, and I knew I looked good. Like… heads-turning, thighs-peeking, lipstick-smudged good. I started flirting with this older guy at the bar, nothing crazy at first, just playing. But he was bold. Touchy. Confident in that “I don’t give a fuck” kind of way.
And I was tipsy and stupid and honestly kind of bored with being the good girlfriend. So I texted my boyfriend from the bathroom like,
“This guy wants me. Should I let him?”
I waited. My heart was racing. I kinda hoped he’d freak out. Or say no. Or at least get mad. But he didn’t.
He replied with just two words:
Do it.
I swear, I read it like five times.
So I did.
It was fast, rough, wild. Nothing romantic. He bent me over in the backseat of his car. It was filthy, honestly. But I couldn’t stop thinking about my boyfriend waiting at home, knowing exactly what I was doing, probably stroking himself like a pathetic little loser.
God, I loved it.
When I got home, he was dead silent at first. Just staring. I sat on the edge of the bed and told him everything. Every single detail. How the guy touched me, how big he was, how loud I was. I wanted to hurt him a little, I’m not gonna lie.
But he didn’t break. He was hard as a rock. He just kept staring at me and then finally said,
“I need to hear more.”
So I kept going. And he came while I was still talking. Like… without me touching him. That’s when I knew I had him completely. He was mine in a totally different way now. Not just like boyfriend-and-girlfriend stuff, but like… he’d let me do anything and still come crawling back for more.
After that, things got… wild.
I started texting other guys in front of him. Flirting. Dressing sluttier when we went out. He started calling himself my cuck in this quiet, embarrassed voice that made me want to laugh and kiss him and ruin him all at once. I started saying things like, “Maybe I’ll let him fuck me tonight,” just to see his face. Sometimes he begged me not to. Sometimes he begged me to tell him after.
He liked the pain. The jealousy. The humiliation.
And me? I liked the power. I liked being the one who could break his heart and turn him on at the same time.
I know it’s messed up. I know this isn’t what normal relationships are supposed to be like. But he wants it. He needs it. And honestly… so do I.
So yeah. That’s my confession.
I made my boyfriend a cuckold.
And he begged for more.
And I think I’m addicted to it now.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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