1. A Confession


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Cuckold, Author: SteveX, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    My name is Rosie, and I have a confession to make; I am using his account to post this. The Stories my husband Steve has written are, for the most part, true. I'm sure he has told his side of the story faithfully, although he is not as innocent in all this as he makes out. My parts have been written from what I have told him. I had encouraged him to put our story to paper but never imagined he'd put it on the internet for all to see. Steve's Stories are here: Part 1 - http://www.sexstories.com/story/63478/ Part 2 - http://www.sexstories.com/story/63479/ Part 3 - http://www.sexstories.com/story/63492/ Part 4 - http://www.sexstories.com/story/63595/ Part 5 - http://www.sexstories.com/story/63652/ This is my actual role within these tales: Part 1: Steve had told me about the Christmas party about a month in advance, and that we were staying at his mate's place, so I decided to check this "mate" out through Steve's facebook profile. Fully expecting a weirdo, I was pleasantly surprised to see a man who looked very similar to Steve, he was very handsome. I sent him a text two weeks before the do, "Hi John, It's Rosie, Steve's wife, are you sure you're OK with us staying?" He texted back "Sure! I'd love to meet this knockout wife he keeps harping on about!!! x", "I'll bet he does!" I thought. We travelled up on the day of the party, John kissed my hand when we met, then pulled me in and kissed my cheek. He told us to dump our bag in his room and he'd take the single in the spare ...
    bedroom, he was quite insistent about this. While Steve took our bag up, John took a step back and looked me up and down, I noticed he had a hardon, he noticed me looking too and smiled at me, not a creepy smile, more an embarrassed smile. Steve came down the stairs and we chatted while we waited for the taxi. During the party, John kept stealing glances at my tits, I jiggled them a few times for him and, when the disco started and I got up to dance, he couldn't take his eyes off them. When Steve sat down, John and I danced closer, so close I could feel his middle leg, hard against me. I reached down for a cheeky feel, it was bigger than Steve's and my pussy felt moist. A song neither of us liked so we went back to the table. Noticing Steve was gone, I looked around and saw him chatting to an older gentleman, John nudged me and put his hand on my leg, leaning in to talk, he said that the guy Steve was talking to was a right old windbag, he'd be stuck talking for ages. With that, he kissed my cheek and slid his hand up my skirt. I was about to protest until his finger rubbed my labia slowly from bottom to top and I just needed that cock inside me. "Ladies, two minutes!" I whispered. The party was at a golf club, the ladies changing rooms were empty and the lockers arranged to afford privacy to members. I chose the furthest set. John entered two minutes to the second later, saw me in the shadows and walked to me confidently. He embraced and kissed me, his hands squeezing my bum as ...
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