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CDE 46 A Bride's Confession

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright APRIL 2002 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.

This story may be freely distributed for personal use with

this notice attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This story Are Purely

Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To

Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(Cuckold, M+/F, MF, Impreg)

WARNING: THIS story IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ

THIS story IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE

READING A FICTIONAL story OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT wife

GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE men ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED,

PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED,

SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND

OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

TITLE: A Bride's confession
Author: C.D.E.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a little tale I started years ago

and cleaned up to post. Hope you enjoy.

CAST:

Cindy - wife
Carl-Husband

Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your

wedding to discover that you've married one of the biggest

sluts in town?

I didn't find out until she let me know that we were

expecting our first child.

"Darling, I have a confession to make and it's going

to test if you really love me as much as you say you do."

My wife said to me after dinner one night.

"Cindy dear, you know I do love you very much. What

do you have to tell me?" I asked inquisitively as I held

her hand.

"Honey. I do love you very much. You're the only

boyfriend I've had that's treated me like a lady. The only

one that respected me for the real me, not my body. You

really are the man of my dreams. The husband I've wanted

and needed. The man I've wanted to be the daddy of my

children."

Listening to wife made my head swell mentally. I

pondered what was she leading up to, but I was enjoying the

ride so far. She went on.

"I didn't tell you this before we got married for fear

of losing you darling. But, er, well I lied to you. I did

have sex with someone before you."

"Oh, I-I see." I said softly, not expecting that this

was the path she was heading down. "What was his name?

Have I-I met him yet? You know with me being new in town

and all."

"Well, actually honey it was with more than one

fellow."

"Oh, er. W-Well, have I met them?"

"Well, you've met several, but not all of them." She

replied looking deep in my eyes.

"S-Several. A-All of t-them?" I gasped.

I leaned back on the sofa as she went on to explain

how from high school to the present, she'd been

continuously hounded by boys and men to have sex and how

she found it hard to resist their advances and strong

seduction techniques.

"Oh they would tell me their dicks were aching or

throbbing and they needed to fuck." Was her response to my

asking about their strong seduction methods. "You know how

sensitive I am to other people's needs. I found it very

easy to identify with their need to nestle their heated

aching cock in my warm juicy pussy, you know, to get all

that hot creamy cum out of their cocks."

I looked at my new bride with absolute bewilderment.

"The fellows were always so appreciative of me doing

that for them, or sucking their cocks for them also. Many

times I did both for them. Especially if there was a group

of them and they were too impatient to wait their turn to

get in my pussy. It was not unusual to have guys standing

in line for me to suck off as well as a line to get some of

my pussy."

"G-Group? L-Lines?" I blurted out as I squirmed and

looked even more shocked.

"Yes. You see, I like helping the guys get off. It

gives me such a good feeling knowing I've done a good deed

for them by taking their hot pent up sperm down my throat

or in my cunt. I really do darling. I'm really proud of

all the boys and men I've pleased since I was fifthteen.

Here darling, I want you to be the first to share this

with."

She pulled out a large three ring binder that was over

3" thick.

"It's my diary. I've kept track of all the times I've

had sex since from then to now. This is very special to

me, and as my husband, I want to share this special side of

me with you."

I was speechless.

I followed her explanation of the codes and numbers in

the diary. In the span from age 15 to 24 years, 9 years,

she's been with 400 different men and had sex over 3,500

times. By her estimate, she'd performed over a hundred gang

bangs.

"Dear, I'm telling you all this, well, because,

something else special has happened."

Her revelation almost made me fall off the sofa.

"Y-You're preg-pregnant! B-But y-you can't be. I-I

was using..."

"Yes darling you were using condoms just like I asked

you to, but the other fellows I was sexing weren't using

anything."

"W-What! Y-You mean..."

"Yes darling, they had me on a meat to meat basis. I

let them do it to me flesh to flesh. I wasn't ready to let

you sex me that way yet. You know, without latex on."

"W-Why?"

"Well darling, I know one of the key reason why

couples drift apart and divorce is that often the husband,

starts to take his wife for granite and treats her only as

a sex object. I didn't want that to happen to us. I

wanted you to still have something to look forward to. You

know, like having me without a rubber on during special

occasions, so as to keep the excitement in our marriage."

"Special o-occasions?"

"You know like your birthday and our anniversary.

Those type of things."

Again, I was flabbergasted and speechless as I gave

Cindy an incredulous stare.

"S-Surely y-you're joking! H-How..."

"No darling I'm not joking. This is serious business

here. I love you too much to let you put the fire out in

this marriage. I've seen it happen too many times. My

way, you not only have something to look forward to, but

there is the competition aspect of it all, by the way which

you men thrive on."

"Competition?"

"Yes honey, with the other guys who'll be doing me on

the side."

"What! O-On the side?"

My new wife went on to tell me she fully intended to

continue seeing many of her favorite lovers so that I

wouldn't lose the competitive edge in our marriage.

"Competitive edge?" I asked astounded at her

terminology.

"Sure, you have the edge, because I love you and you

know what makes me tick. And besides, you probably have

these guys beat anyway, since I just adore the way you eat

me out. Just for your info, you're only one of three guys

who've eaten my pussy since I was fifthteen. You're the

best at it too. It seems every since the guys knew I like

to put out, no one seems interested in giving me head.

However, darling you do a great job of going down on me. A

girl appreciates that in her husband. That's another edge

you have too."

I wondered if Cindy knew just how backhanded her

compliment sounded. However, by this time I was confused

to the point of getting a headache. We'd gotten off on a

tangent and I knew we had to get back to the primary point,

which would demand more immediate attention other than my

new bride's promiscuous past.

"But what about you being pregnant, surely you don't

intend to..."

"Yes darling, I intend to have this baby. I want this

baby for us."

"B-But Cindy. D-Do you know what this will d-do to

me?"

"No honey, what?"

"W-Why it-it'll make me look like a fool. That is,

with you having another man's baby. B-By the way, who is

the father?" I asked wiping the sweat from my flushed

face.

"I won't know until the baby is born. It belongs to

either Louis, Joe, Nash, Mike, or Vic."

I almost fell off the sofa at her revelation.

We had a very in-depth spirited discussion about the

whole scenario and finally I gave up when it was apparent

that my new wife was intent on having her lovers' baby and

making me a cuckold.

I got a headache and stormed out of the house to take

a walk and cool off. After the short walk I decided to

drive over and talk to Cindy's family about this severe

crisis in our rather short marriage.

"Y-You knew about this Mrs. Adams?"

"Yes Carl, my husband and I knew about Cindy's current

activities with her male friends as well as her being two

months pregnant. Isn't it wonderful y'all will be having

the patter of little feet running around your new house?

Jess and I are proud that we're soon going to be

grandparents."

"But mother Adams, s-she doesn't know who the father

is. Did you know that? The only thing she's certain about

is that it's not mine."

"Carl, I don't mean to hurt you, but we don't see that

as a problem. Are you saying you don't love our daughter

enough for her to have another man's baby?"

"What? Sure I love her. B-But there are limits that

a man can..."

"Carl, love should not have such arbitrary limits.

After all, do you know that one of the reasons she

continued to see her men friends is because of your

shortcomings and inadequacies in the prick department."

Her comment caught me off guard and was like a punch

below the belt punch. It took me a moment to gather my

thoughts.

Not getting much sympathy at my in-laws, I went to my

family and apprised them of things.

"Y-You knew too?" I blurted out in shock at my

mother's revelation.

"Yes son, your father and I were aware of what Cindy

was doing. In fact, she talked to us about the baby and we

assured her that we supported her decision to go to term as

well her desire to give our new grand baby the Christian

name of his real father, that is, once she figures out who

he is. Of course, the child will carry our last name."

"W-What! S-She didn't even tell me all that."

"I know. She called and said you stormed out of the

house all huffy and puffy because of the little matter of

her scrap book and her being knocked up by one of her

studs."

"L-Little matter? I-I can't believe this." I said

hanging my head in my hands as I sat down.

"Son, we understand how you feel, but you have to

realize that Cindy has a special love for you. A love that

you're going to find it difficult if not impossible to find

in some other woman."

"W-What do you mean Dad?"

"You love her deeply, right?"

"Y-Yes I do."

"As I said she loves you. Emotionally you two are

very compatible. It's in the physical sense where things

are a bit different. This is where you two will have to

make adjustments. Cindy needs more than you can provide

her in bed, hence, it'll fall to you to make some

adjustment in that department."

"W-What kind of adjustment?" I asked in puzzlement.

"It shouldn't be too difficult for part of your

adjustment. She told us you were a very good pussy eater."

"S-S-She did?"

"Don't be so shocked sweetee. You should be proud

that an experienced girl like Cindy gave you such a high

rating. Considering all the men who've been in her pussy,

you should feel good about her saying that."

Mother's words left me cold.

"Yes son, pussy sucking will be a staple of your

marriage. The other part will be other men's dicks. She

needs to get more than your mouth and smaller prick can

give her."

I looked at my father wild eyed, realizing he was dead

serious.

We three talked for a prolonged period of time.

"No son, I couldn't live with such an arrangement.

But son, you're not as much of a man as I am. You have to

realize that." My father's response to my question were a

slap in the face, even if they were true.

"Yes Carl, you just don't have it in you to be a real

man like your father. Therefore, you have to be what you

can and to hold onto your wife the best way you can. If

that means getting help from real men, then it's only

logical for you to do that, especially if you love and want

to stay in Cindy's life."

Again, mother's words really hurt, even if true.

I returned home.

Cindy and I had a long talk. This time, I found her

to be more confident, since she now knew that she had the

backing of both our families and I didn't.

"Yes Carl, I still want you as my husband, but no, I

still want to fuck other men. I want to because I need

what they can give me."

"I-I see." I softly replied as my new bride answered

my question.

"Carl, don't look so sad. It won't be as terrible as

you're thinking it will be. There are only four guys who

I'll be fucking regularly, and maybe a friend or two of

theirs. It's not like I'll be a slut to an army of men."

I was stunned at what she said, but I did love her.

She was telling me she would be a slut for at least

four men and a few of their friends, but not a slut to an

army of men. I guess that should be of some consolation to

me.

To make a long story short, Cindy and I remain

married. I reluctantly became a cuckold husband. Overall,

it continues to be a loving and happy marriage, as long I

remember I'm not the real man in the house. Over the years

and 3 more kids later, it became easier for me to accept my

status as a figurehead husband to my beautiful wife, as

well as the legal daddy to our children, all of whom she

had by her other men, her `real men'.

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