Here’s another conversation—this time with Talia, a wife who finally gave in to her husband’s fantasy… and now wonders if telling him how much she enjoyed it might break them.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. These stories are for entertainment purposes only within the context of the hotwife and cuckold lifestyle.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:20 PM
Jeff, I’m in a bit of a pickle.
I slept with another man for the first time yesterday. My husband was with me. He’s been asking me — begging me — for years to do it. And I did it.
I loved it. God, I loved it. It was so intense.
But now my husband’s asking how much I liked it. How it felt.
And I don’t know if I should tell him exactly how it felt. How much I… responded. He loves me. He supports me. But if I’m honest about what happened inside me — what I really felt — will it ruin something?
Shall I tell him?
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:22 PM
If he’s asking, Talia, then yes — you should tell him. He wants to know.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:22 PM
But Jeff… he’s asking about the sensations. Down there. In my body.
And that’s what’s bothering me.
Because what I felt… it was so much stronger than what I usually feel with him. Yesterday, it was so much more intense. It wasn’t just pleasure. It was overwhelming. Consuming.
You probably won’t understand unless you’ve felt it the way I did.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:24 PM
You’re right, I won’t feel it the way you did — not exactly. But I might get close enough, if you tell me.
So… what exactly did you feel?
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:24 PM
It’s still with me. Like I’m back there. Like it’s happening right now.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:24 PM
Then don’t hold back. Tell it as if it is now. The rawer and more present, the better.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:25 PM
I’m on my back. He’s on top of me.
Shall I go on?
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:25 PM
Yes. Go on.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:39 PM
His cock presses gently against me… and this is it. No turning back. My husband’s hand is wrapped in mine, warm, steady. I squeeze it, needing to feel him as this other man begins to enter me.
I’m wet, aching, nervous — but so aware. My body wants this. Craves it. But my heart’s pounding with questions.
Can I really do this? Is he okay? Am I okay?
The first inch slides in, slow, deliberate. I gasp — from the stretch, from the heat, from the realisation that I’m being filled by someone else, and my husband is right here, watching, holding me.
Is this wrong? No… no, we talked about it. He wanted it too. This is our fantasy. This is trust.
Another inch… deeper. I feel exposed. Desired. Aroused in a way I’ve never felt before — like something primal has woken up inside me.
Fullness like never before. I’ve never felt this full with my husband.
And yet… I don’t feel distant from him. I feel closer. Like I’m sharing a secret only we understand. I look at him. He nods. His eyes say: I see you. I love you.
And then I let go. Let myself feel it all. The stretch. The pleasure. The surrender. The heat between us. Between me and this man — and me and my husband. All of it.
I want to talk to him. To my husband. Whisper something. Share the moment.
But we agreed — no talking. Just touch. Just presence. He said that would make it more real. More raw.
I glance at the man above me. He meets my eyes and just… smiles. Calm. Confident.
I don’t even know his name. He doesn’t know mine. We wanted it that way. No names. No strings. Just one night. A stranger from the bar.
He thrusts.
Ohh…!
He fills me. God, my pussy’s already on fire. If he keeps going like this…
I’ll come.
No, I can’t. Not in front of my husband… can I?
Another thrust — deep, slow.
Oh God… he’s good. Too good.
His cock is buried inside me — hot, thick, stretching me in a way that feels almost too much. My legs are trembling. My hips won’t stay still.
He moves, and the friction hits that place — that place — again and again. Deep, full strokes. Strong, confident, relentless.
Every thrust sets off a chain reaction. My nipples ache. My skin prickles. My thighs are slick. My breath comes in short, shallow bursts.
I can feel every inch of him, and somehow my body is pulling him in even more.
He moans — not loud, but deep.
And now… now he’s fucking me. No more slow teasing. He’s giving it to me.
I try to hold it off. I try to stay quiet. I squeeze my husband’s hand tighter. But my body’s taking over. My muscles are tensing, curling inwards, and I know—
Oh God, I’m coming.
And it’s not a gentle wave — it’s a crash. It rips through me. My pussy clenches around him, pulsing, shaking, drenching.
I cry out. I can’t help it. My whole body shudders.
Oh, Jeez!
It tears through me — waves of heat, wetness, clenching around him.
Ohh… ohh… ohh…
He groans — deep, raw — and I feel him twitch inside me. A low, masculine growl from his chest, like something he can’t hold back.
I see his face twist. His brow tightens. His jaw clenches. I see his orgasm, raw and silent, painted in the tension of his face.
He’s pulsing. I feel it. Yes — he’s coming too. Filling the condom. I feel the warmth. The pressure. The presence of it.
Ohh… ohh… ohh…
The warmth spreads. He’s filling the condom, but it still feels like he’s filling me.
I’m gasping, trembling, soaking. It lasts and lasts, until I’m sure I can’t take any more.
And then… it’s quiet.
My legs are numb. My chest rises and falls, fast. But there’s this… glow. Not guilt. Not confusion. Just warmth. Stillness.
My husband strokes my hand. I finally look at him.
He’s smiling.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:44 PM
Wow, Talia. You’ve got me hard. Just reading that…
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:45 PM
Why did I like it so much? Why did it feel so deep… so shattering?
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:46 PM
The newness. The taboo. A different lover. And let’s be honest — he was good, from what I can tell. Well… from what I read.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:46 PM
What should I tell my husband?
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:46 PM
The truth.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:47 PM
But he’ll be jealous.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:47 PM
He already is.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:47 PM
He hasn’t said anything.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:48 PM
Trust me. He is. It’s part of the cuckold fantasy — feeling that jealousy and loving it.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:48 PM
But if I tell him… how much I felt it, how hard I came… He’ll freak out.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:49 PM
No, he won’t. He’ll love it.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:49 PM
What?! Really?
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:50 PM
Yes. He’ll be jealous — very — but turned on too. That’s the magic. Don’t deny him that pleasure. The pleasure of jealousy battling arousal.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:50 PM
You sure?
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:50 PM
Positive. And Talia… the more you tell him, the better he’ll fuck you.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:51 PM
You think so? We’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. I don’t think he’s been enjoying sex with me the way he did when we were younger.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:52 PM
Trust me — he’ll enjoy it now. He’ll want more of you. Again and again. It’s called reclaiming — and you’ll love it too. He’ll fuck you more, better, and harder. Maybe even better than that guy from the bar.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:53 PM
Okay. Thanks, Jeff.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:53 PM
Let me know how it goes.
Talia, April 7, 2025 – 10:53 PM
I will. Bye.
Jeff, April 7, 2025 – 10:53 PM
Bye.
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