Intimate Confessions of a Lustful Husband
Copyright© 2026 by Eva Marvelove
Confession 1: The Stroke of Midnight
Erotica Sex Story: Confession 1: The Stroke of Midnight - My wife hates me because I honestly answered a few questions she asked in bed about having sex with another man. Now I'm sleeping on the couch, and she's treating me like I don't exist. Usually, wives act like this when they catch their husbands cheating. In my case, I was the one who suggested sh cheat on me.
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I’m terrified. And I have absolutely no idea what to do. Clair is furious with me. She says she doesn’t love me anymore, that something inside her has changed, and that we’re probably heading for divorce. This is absolutely not what I wanted. But perhaps I should start at the beginning. With the confession of my sins.
Tonight, Clair and I were welcoming in the New Year together. We’d bought a new apartment in the fall and decided to spend New Year’s Eve alone, just the two of us. We’d drink some wine, have a nice conversation, and head to bed before midnight for a little fireworks display of our own.
Clair looked absolutely stunning. A short, glittery dress, white high heels, red lipstick, and her shoulder-length blonde hair hanging loose. Frankly, I would’ve been perfectly happy to skip the wine and conversation and go straight to the fireworks. But of course, once Clair had planned an evening, she was determined to see her plan through.
The last three years had been pretty rough for us. In fact, it was only over the past few months that we’d finally started communicating properly again, narrowly avoiding a particularly bloody divorce. And I have to admit, things had improved not only in our conversations but also in our bedroom.
I’d gone through a period when I failed to satisfy myself, and especially Clair, far too often. That had been particularly difficult for her. She knew perfectly well how sexy she was, and our sex life used to be amazing. Naturally, Clair took every one of my failures personally...
Which made me all the happier that we’d returned to having sex regularly, and that she was coming every time we were together again. She poured us some red wine. We had a few glasses, chatting casually about this and that. At some point, a little after eleven, Clair casually suggested:
“Sex?”
I let her go ahead of me, and we walked into the bedroom. Clair lay down on the bed, and I started by licking her pussy. I laid my whole hand over her crotch, positioning her clit between my fingers. She loved it. And I found it incredibly exciting, too, especially because I had good reason to suspect another guy had taught her that particular trick. While we were already married.
“The thought of another guy teaching you that really turns me on,” I whispered. Clair didn’t answer. As usual, she was thoroughly enjoying having her pussy licked, pressing my head against her clit.
“Get the Little Toy,” she finally suggested.
I happily reached for the Little Toy, which I’d personally nicknamed The Other One, and climbed back onto the bed. The Other One was a realistic cyberskin dildo made by RealDoll. It looked and felt almost alive. Before ordering it, I’d carefully studied the reviews on the manufacturer’s website. Eventually, I settled on a model with black skin, roughly the same size as my own cock. I love porn featuring petite blondes getting fucked by Black guys ... Just a fetish. One of about a thousand you’ll eventually learn about.