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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