An Intimate Confession
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
An Intimate Confession
Finley & Denise enter a world where any fantasy might come true
An Interracial Cuckolding Story
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
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NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
An Intimate Confession
Time Right Her Right Now
“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked.
“What?” Fran, my sister asked. “Come on, don’t tease me, Denise.”
So, it was a few weeks ago. The soft glow of our bedside lamp cast intimate shadows across my husband’s face as he cleared his throat nervously. I could sense the tension in his body, even as he reached out to take my hand.
“Honey, Denise, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” he said, his voice a whisper of excitement.
I squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“What is it?”
He took a deep breath.
“I... I have this… fantasy.” Finley cleared his throat, “It’s about cuckolding.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was not at all what I expected. I thought we were going to try some new role-play between us. Not that Fin wanted to introduce a third person to the mix.
“Oh?” was all I could manage to say.
“Yeah,” he continued, gaining a bit of confidence. “I’ve actually had it for a while now. I know we’ve role-played it a bit in bed. But, sweetheart, I wondered how you’d feel about... maybe trying it for real? I can’t get the idea out of my head of seeing you with another man.”
I felt my stomach drop. We’d dabbled with the fantasy during sex, sure, but actually going through with it? The very thought made me deeply uncomfortable. My gut twisted into a knot. But underneath that discomfort, there was something else. I wasn’t sure what.
“I don’t know,” I said slowly, trying to choose my words carefully. “That seems like it could be a horrible idea. There are so many ways it could go wrong.”
Finley nodded and looked crestfallen.
“I understand. I just thought I’d bring it up.”
“I appreciate you sharing that with me,” I said, snuggling closer to him. “And you know I love our role-play. But actually, doing it? I just don’t think you could handle seeing me with someone else. And I’m really not into the whole humiliation aspect at all.”
“That’s not what I’m after,” he assured me quickly. “I would never want you to belittle me or anything like that.”
We fell into silence for a few moments, both lost in thought. Despite my misgivings, I couldn’t deny that a small part of me was intrigued. The idea was undeniably erotic, even if the reality seemed fraught with potential pitfalls. As I said before, underneath the discomfort was something else, something wicked, a longing.
“Look,” I said finally. “I’m not saying never. If the absolute perfect situation somehow came along... maybe. But I really can’t imagine what that would even look like.”
His eyes lit up with hope.
“Really? You’d consider it?”
I laughed softly. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just saying I won’t completely rule it out. But it would have to be pretty miraculous circumstances.”
As we continued to talk late into the night, I could feel the sexy seed of possibility taking root despite my reservations. I knew that leaving the door ever so slightly ajar kept the fantasy alive for both of us. And truthfully, a small part of me wondered what might happen if that perfect situation happened.
I curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest as my Finley sat across from me, his eyes intense and eager.
“Tell me more about why this turns you on so much,” I prompted, both curious and nervous about his response.
He leaned forward, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about you being with someone else, exactly. It’s about seeing you completely lost in pleasure, uninhibited in a way you can’t be with just me.”
My breath caught. “What do you mean?”
“I want to see you give in to pure desire,” he explained, his voice low and husky. “To experience things we can’t do alone. And afterwards...” He trailed off, a flush creeping up his neck.
“Afterwards?” I prompted.
“I’d reclaim you. Show you that no matter what, you’re mine.”
A shiver ran through me at the possessiveness in his tone. Despite my reservations, I felt a flicker of heat.
“What about you?” he asked. “Is there anything you might enjoy?”
I bit my lip, considering. “I suppose... the idea of more attention, more hands, more... everything. It’s intoxicating to imagine.”
Fin’s eyes darkened with desire.