No Regrets about Cheating

Can you keep a secret from my husband? I told him I’m sorry for cheating with my well-hung ex. The truth is I’m not sorry at all.
Maybe I should’ve tried to hide it better. My husband confronted me when he found my used panties in the laundry one evening. That certainly couldn’t be his sperm in them, he never shot a load that big. “What the fuck, Carol!” he said, holding the cum-soaked panties. “Who the fuck is he?”
“I’m so sorry baby,” I said, “I tried to resist but you know how horny Brad makes me.”
“So you let your ex fucking cum in you?” he said. “You’re not even on birth control! How long have you been cheating on me?”
“Baby relax,” I said, “it’s not like I never messed around with Brad before. You know I was dating him even while we were engaged.”
“You promised to stop when we got married,” he said. “Besides, back then you were on the pill!”
“Sorry baby,” I said, hugging him. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Can you tell me what happened?” he said.
“Well it’s sort of your fault,” I said. “You left me all alone when you went on that business trip. You know how lonely I get, darling. I was sitting around missing you when Brad started texting me.”
“That trip wasn’t my choice,” my husband said. “We needed that commission.”
“I know baby,” I said. “I’m sorry I was a bad wife while you were working so hard for us. Brad and I were flirting over texts and he started sending me dick pics. I got so wet I rewarded him with pictures in my panties and bra. He told me to take ’em off and I did. Baby I think Brad’s a pervert, he kept demanding more and more pictures. Like I was his private little pornstar. I got so horny baby I couldn’t think straight. Darling how come you never ask for dirty pictures?”
“I didn’t know you were into that,” my husband said, face turning red.
“Well anyway,” I said, “Brad was making me send him really naughty pictures, like with me rubbing myself or even fingering myself. Baby he made me cum doing those horny things. Right as I was cumming he sent me this really nasty picture of his cock and I just started kissing the screen, I wanted it so bad. Are you mad at me baby?”
I reached down and felt my husband’s cock through his pants. It was getting hard so I felt encouraged, he must not be THAT mad. I decided it was safe to continue my story.
“Baby we were sexting every day,” I said. “I really needed you to come relieve all that pressure. Baby you’re such a bad husband, how could you leave me alone like that? I started thinking about Brad all day and whenever I thought of him my pussy would just start gushing. I was thinking about you too and how much I loved you and I wished you’d come take care of me. It’s weird baby, my thoughts got so mixed up. Every time I’d think about Brad’s big potent cock I’d see your loving, smiling face and I fell more in love with you. I would think about you, think about our beautiful wedding, and I’d see Brad’s giant cock in the background and my pussy got wetter and wetter.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you baby,” my husband said. I could tell my story was turning him on even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“Yeah you should be sorry,” I said, “how could you abandon me like that, knowing what a horny little girl I am? It’s all your fault Brad took advantage of me. He texted me saying he was coming to town next day and he started bossing me around, saying things like, ‘You better dress up sexy’, or, ‘Get that pussy ready I’m gonna destroy it’. Darling do you remember that time I called you late at night?”
“Oh yeah,” my husband said. “That was hot. You kept telling me you were so horny and you were fingering yourself. You kept telling me you loved me and telling me to think of you and jerk my dick. Fuck, baby, I didn’t know you were thinking of Brad then! You sounded so hot on the phone, was that because of your ex?”
“Yes baby,” I said, “I was so wound up, like a tight ball of wire. Why didn’t you fly home and take care of me honey? I was thinking to myself, fuck, why doesn’t he come home so I don’t have to cheat on him. I WANTED to cheat on you and I was so angry because it was all your fault that I wanted to cheat on you!”
“Did Brad really come over next day?” my husband said. “The day after you gave me that dirty phonecall?”
“Yes baby,” I said, “he came over and I encouraged him. I told him, ‘My husband’s not taking care of me.’ Baby he put his hands all over me and it felt so good. I was imagining it was you putting your hands all over me, baby. I was imagining it was you kissing me, except your lips aren’t that thick and your hands aren’t that big. Baby did I ever tell you Brad has a bigger cock?”
“About a million times,” my husband said, his dick was almost fully hard now from my story. From the frustration in his eyes I knew he was loving my story even if he denied it.
“Baby it was such a long time since I touched Brad’s big cock, it felt so good, it was pulsing in my hands,” I said. My story was getting me excited and I started kissing my husband in between sentences, rubbing his dick harder as I continued. “Suddenly instead of being mad at you I felt grateful to you for giving me an excuse. Baby I went down and starting sucking his gorgeous cock and I felt like you were encouraging me by your absense. I missed his cock so much, it was so delicious, I was giving it such a sloppy, messy blowjob. Baby did I ever tell you I love my ex’s big cock?”
“Uh huh,” my husband said, groaning. Of course that was a rhetorical question, the subject of how much I love Brad’s cock was a frequent pillow topic ever since I discovered its effect on my husband’s libido.
“I was in a trance sucking his cock, honey,” I said. “I was rubbing my pussy, right through my panties. The more I sucked on him the wetter I got. Brad is such a bad boy, he should’ve been telling me to be faithful to you but instead he was encouraging me. Darling he was saying nasty things like, ‘Rub yourself harder you naughty little slut,’ or ‘You love sucking my big cock don’t you you cheating little whore’. Baby how come you never talk that way? It felt so naughty and amazing being called a cheating little slut, I thought of you and imagined it was you calling me those names. Oh baby, I was so horny, I wanted you to be there to scold me and call me a filthy little tramp.”
“What happened next?” my husband said, breathing harder. His thingy was fully hard by now and I reached in his pants to rub it directly.
“What do you think happened baby?” I said. “I reminded him I was married and told him he had to leave ’cause I love my husband too much. He ignored that and pushed me down on the couch. I’m such a bad girl honey I lifted my butt to help him take off my panties. Baby he started rubbing that big huge cock all over my little slit and I looked down and it was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t tell where his precum ended and my pussy juices began. That reminded me I’m off birth control and I fucking came without even putting it in. Baby I wanted to be a good wife and I knew I couldn’t stop things, so I closed my eyes and I imagined you giving me permission. Honey I imagined you encouraging me, telling me, ‘Do it, let your nasty ex breed you with his superior cock’. I imagined you jerking your thing like you were jerking it on the phone the night before. I visualized you staring at my pussy as my lover poked and teased it with his big angry tool. I felt so much love for you, baby, I wanted to let Brad do it and I justified it using my imagination, that I was doing it for you.”
“How could you do that!” my husband said. But his penis was hard as diamond, I could even feel a bit of precum as I rubbed it.
“Baby that’s not even the worst part,” I said. “I’m such a bad little wifey. Can you ever forgive me? I fucking spread my legs open like I was giving myself to him as his little fucktoy. I knew I was supposed to keep my legs shut and instead I opened them wide and I didn’t resist as he started pushing inside me. Baby I was so neglected I needed a cock so bad and his is the best. I was shaking it felt so good, I wanted him to just own me. I wanted to feel the head of his cock probe deep inside me, claiming every inch of my pussy. Baby can you believe he pushed that entire cock all the way in me? He’s like twice as big as you and I was letting him fuck my brains out when I was supposed to be your faithful little wife.”
“I hate you,” my husband said, but his cock was twitching in my hand. Can you imagine how hard you would be if your wife told you how her ex fucked her brains out? Imagine how horny your poor husband would be if it was you confessing this story.
“No,” I said, “don’t hate me baby, please don’t ever hate me. Don’t you see it’s all your fault? If you didn’t leave then I wouldn’t have to use my ex as a breeding bull. Honey I knew that what I was doing was bad so I justified it by imagining you were there cheering me on. Honey I think by doing that I saved our marriage, ’cause if I wasn’t imagining you encouraging me then I would have fallen in love with Brad when he thrust into my womb. But since I was visualizing you encouraging me it was as if you were the one fucking me, just indirectly. Instead of falling in love with Brad I fell more in love with you and it makes me so happy because you know all I wanna do is be your good little wifey. Baby I forgot what a good lover Brad was, he was fucking me just right and I was cumming so much it was like I couldn’t even stop cumming before the next orgasm started. I was in heaven and I never wanted it to end.”
“Did he cum inside you?” my husband said.
“Oh honey I knew I shouldn’t let him shoot that nasty stuff in me. I thought of all those sluts Brad got pregnant and I hated him knowing he was gonna do it to me too. Darling, my ex is such a bastard, he started dirty talking, telling me things like, ‘Get ready to be a mommy you little slut’ and it was making me hyperventilate. He was saying things like, ‘Can’t wait to see your baby bump’ and my head started spinning. Sweety do you think I’ll look cute with his baby bump? Brad is such a freak, honey, he was even saying things like, ‘Gonna make your husband raise our lovechild you horny slutwife’. Baby when he said that, I came so hard I thought I’d die. I knew he was gonna breed me and I didn’t want it to hurt our relationship so I closed my eyes and focused as hard as I could, imagining you were there holding my hand and encouraging me to get knocked up. Baby I hope I’m not already pregnant but if I am, it is your child in a way because in my mind’s eye you were right there urging me. Honey I think Brad was saving up because when he came it was like a jet pumping me full of DNA. I was so full of babyjuice it’ll be a miracle if he’s not my baby-daddy.” To illustrate this part of the story, with my free hand I grabbed the cum-soaked panties from my husband. I started grinding them against my crotch under my dress, like I was trying to get more of Brad’s sperm in my pussy.
“Nnnngggghh,” my husband said, his insightful commentary. He was cumming in my hand and all I could think was how much thicker and stronger my ex boyfriend’s sperm was. I pulled my dirtied hand out of my husband’s pants and started pushing fingers into his mouth, making him eat his own seed. I think he liked that ’cause he started frantically sucking on my fingers like he was real turned on. I was still grinding the used panties against my crotch, letting Brad’s sperm soak up into me. I had a wicked little thought, the way I was making my husband eat his own swimmers while I was grinding Brad’s sperm into my pussy was symbolic of how I let my ex impregnate me while my husband’s sperm was wasted. I guess my husband is a pervert, because he suddenly reached under my dress and started helping me. He pulled my thong to the side so I could grind the used panties against my bare pussy!
“Oh baby,” I said, “Did you get excited hearing about your loving wife getting bred?” My husband was shaking his head furiously, denying it all. He was obviously excited ’cause I could still see his bulge even though he came in his pants. “Baby,” I said, “that was just the start. I meet Brad every time he’s in town now. That’s why you found my panties full of his cum, baby. As much as I try I’m never able to stop him from breeding me, and it’s all your fault ’cause you went on that trip.”
“Baby when is your period?” my husband said.
“I don’t know baby, it’s like a month late but you know I’m irregular,” I said. “Darling I’m so sorry this happened, I know you want to be a father. I’m sorry I’m such a slutty little wife. You know I only ever wanted to be your faithful little bride, why did you have to go and leave me like that? Even though you know I have an aggressive big-cock ex boyfriend? Honey, it’s still possible I’m not pregnant with his baby yet but if I am, can you ever forgive me? I promise I’ll try harder not to cheat on you.”
I kept telling my husband I was sorry but if you promise to keep a secret, I’m not sorry at all. I love fucking Brad and I’m so happy thinking what a healthy, beautiful baby I’m gonna have. I hate Brad himself but I love his babymaker cock. Even after the first baby is born I intend to keep having beautiful babymaking sex with my well-hung ex. My husband will just have to get used to me barefoot and pregnant by his rival. From what his penis keeps telling me I don’t think he’ll really mind, whatever he says. I may be my husband’s loving wife, but at the same time I’m my ex boyfriend’s fertile breeding-cow and it’s my purpose in life to let him inseminate me over and over. I’m not lying to my husband when I promise I’ll try not to cheat, it’s just that I know I’ll still cheat no matter how hard I try. The only time I lie is when I tell him I’m sorry, ’cause I’m not sorry and I’ll never be sorry for mating with my ex and letting him pump me full of cum. I know how lucky I am to have a husband who provides for me even when he has to take care of my lover’s babies. Don’t tell him any of this, promise? I’ll do anything you like if you’ll keep my little secret.”

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