March 3, 2025 • 11 mins
Carole returns home from work to find her husband, Eric, upet and angry. Eric knows that Carole is seeing a lover on the side; Eric has the goods on her so there's no way she can lie her way out of it. Eric gives her one option: take him to meet her lover, Paul, and who knows, maybe he won't decide to divorce her.
Unknown to Carole, there is more to this than meets the eye.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
I opened the door to our apartment and walked inside,
about to announce to my husband that I was home.
The words stopped dead in my throat when I saw
Eric seated in the living room glaring at me, angry,
like he was about to explode. I shut the door
and felt a sudden tick on my cheek. The tick
usually occurs whenever I'm nervous, suspecting something was wholesomely wrong
(00:22):
and it was my fault. Honey, what's wrong? I asked.
He stayed his silence for a moment, letting the tension build.
Then he spoke carefully. I should be the one asking
you that where have you been for the last hour? Carol?
What could you possibly mean? I tried to project some
measure of irritation unto my voice as I spoke. Can't
(00:44):
I go out to work and return home without you
acting all jealous about where I've been the whole day?
For God's sake, Eric, this is getting too far. You
know that you were at work today, Carol, except you
got off work two hours ago and never told me
where you be heading. I'm asking you again, where have
you been? Is this what you've become? Now? Eric? My
(01:07):
resident snooper. God knows, I won't ever get anything done
without you looking over my shoulder. Excuse me. I was
about to brush past him when he held out his
phone at me. Here, take a look at this and
tell me that ain't you sucking another man's cock? That
drew me to a halt. And I saw he was
holding his phone out to me there was a video playing.
(01:29):
I came closer and took the phone from him. What
I saw blew my breath away. The video portrayed two
people interlocked in mid coitus. The woman in the video
was me. You're going to deny that, isn't you? Eric asked.
There was no point denying what was true. How did
you come by this? How about you answer mine? First?
(01:49):
Is that you are not? I need a yes or no? Yes,
I muttered, and gave him back his phone. It sure
is me. Now tell me how you came by it.
A little Bertie sent it to me, he said. The
little birdie sent me the video link, but not before
he called to say that you had left his apartment
after a great time in the sack. Sound familiar, I gasped. Paul, Yes, Paul,
(02:14):
your lover, Eric said, as he then rose from the chair,
the hunk you've been screwing behind my back, the same
guy whom you told that I wouldn't need to worry
about you and him that same Paul. Reality fell on
me like the crashing of a sea wave, and for
the first time in a long while, I was more
than worried. I was afraid, especially for my marriage. But
(02:36):
why why would your bird contact me to tell me
all of this, to send me proof that all this
time you've been a cheatinghore. He flexed his jaw while
he gradually advanced towards me. I took one step back
away from him, and then a second. I probably would
have continued backing away, as I feared he was harboring
to do something dramatic, especially with the way he clutched
(02:59):
his phone. Eric stopped moving, and his face instantly withdrew
from whatever cloud of anger he was carrying. What replaced
it was a look of pity that came with a sigh.
I'm very disappointed in you, Carol, he said. I never
would have thought you'd play me like this. I'm sorry,
I said, yeah, I bet you are. He walked past
(03:21):
me and made for the bedroom. I stood there in
the living room, Confused and baffled about whatever action to
take next. I could pack a bag and go stay
with Paul, but what good would that do? The fool
had ratted me out to my husband. How the fuck
was I going to look at him and feel good
about his trickery. Sure, we've discussed before about me leaving Eric,
(03:42):
but that was idle talk meant to stay between us.
Witever could have possessed him to dare go behind my
back and tattle to my husband befuddled my train of thought.
I was stuck with another option, go into the bedroom
and try to make peace with Eric. It wasn't like
I didn't still love him. His lackluster love making was
about the only grip I bore in our relationship. But
(04:05):
then again, I wasn't expecting to hurt him like this.
I was starting to feel miserable about myself. It'd be
a shame if we were to end this way. I
dropped my handbag on the center table and went searching
for Eric. Eric was where I knew he would be,
in bed, with his arms staring as if in contemplation,
at the ceiling. He could possibly have been imagining the
(04:27):
disaster that was officially our marriage. I had no idea.
I went around the bed and knelt on his side
to confront him. Honey, I'm sorry, I said to him.
I'm really, really sorry. He kept his gaze at the ceiling.
What are you sorry about, Carol? The fact that I've
been cheating on you this entire time? I know you
(04:48):
must be mad at me, and I can't blame you
for that. I mean, I won't, but I'm really sorry.
He sat up on the bed and then looked at
me self assuringly, and said, better go dry your face, Carol,
we're going out for a ride. I stood up and
ran my hand over my face. It came away with tears.
(05:10):
What do you mean, Let's go meet your lover and
see what he's got to say about this. I did
as he said and went into the bathroom to wash
my face. We arrived at my lover's apartment and Herik
pressed the door bell. The door opened to reveal Paul,
who didn't seem concerned to see both of us. He
had obviously been expecting us from the nonchalant manner he
(05:32):
welcomed us into his apartment. It wasn't until we settled
into his living room that I realized how well I
had been played. You want to be the one to
tell her, or should I? Eric addressed Paul. My eyes
switched between both of them, perplexed. Tell me what what
are we here for? Really? Your husband found out about
(05:52):
us a week ago, Carol, Paul admitted, I don't know
how he did, but he somehow put two and two
together and then contacted me, to which I fessed up
a week ago. How come I'm finding about this now
because I wanted an excuse to come here, said Eric.
Because I can't stand to imagine you two having sex
without me involved. What Eric wants us to put a
(06:15):
show for him, Paul explained, Coming to sit beside me,
he said, if I play along, then he won't try
to ruin me, and he also won't divorce you, not
just to watch you too. Eric interjected, I want second
dibbs now, if you too would be so kind as
to get the party started. Whaw. Before I could say
(06:36):
anything further, Paul grabbed my chin and planted a kiss
on my lips. That was all it took to rid
me of the confusing conundrum that had brought me there.
I turned towards Paul and wrapped my arm around him
and submitted to his kiss. Eric might as well have
left us alone to ourselves, because at that point I
almost forgot he was in the room with us. I
(06:58):
did attempt to struggle, but Paul made damn sure to
garner my attention. I took off my jacket and then
knelt before Paul and jammed his cock into my mouth.
Now and then I turned my head in mid fillatio
towards Eric to see what he was doing. Eric had
unzipped his fly and was jerking his heart on while
his eyes stayed focused on us. His feature was expressionless,
(07:21):
like he was trying hard not to be swayed by
our action. Paul was impatient about wanting me. He pulled
me off the floor and adjusted himself on the couch
so I could settle on his crotch. I was breathing
heavily as I hiked my skirt up to my waist.
Paul pushed my panties aside and was working to fit
his penis into my kouchie. I lent him a hand,
(07:43):
exhaling a guttural rasp as his cock slid into my vagina.
It was like he hadn't fucked me hours ago. My
pussy was hungry for him. He slapped my butt as
I worked my hips towards riding him fast. His hand
tugged my panties to the side of my butt. He
managed to insert a finger into my asshole while I
continued to ingest his cock. My torso pressed against his
(08:06):
face as I then wrapped my arm around his shoulder
while my other hand grabbed onto the couch's head rest.
I was gasping with frantic effort. Likewise, he was too.
We kept grinding and rocking against each other while Eric
got out of his clothes. Paul ripped the buttons of
my blouse to latch his mouth onto my breasts. I
(08:27):
could feel my pussy creaming over his cock as his
girth slid inside me. How about we take things into
the bedroom, Eric suggested. After discarding his shirt, Paul lifted
me off his couch and carted me towards his bedroom,
which I was most familiar with. I locked my arms
around Paul and kept my eyes on Eric, who followed
(08:47):
us while still stroking his cock and looking like he
was eager to make good use of it. This was
a different side of my husband that I was witnessing.
We made it to Paul's bedroom, and he lowered me
onto the bed and gestured it Eric to come around
to the other side. Paul helped me out of my
skirt and panties and flung them over his shoulder. Eric
(09:07):
got on to the bed and I sucked his cock
while Paul busied himself with getting out of his clothes.
I continued to stuff my husband's cock and testicles down
my throat before my lover returned and reintroduced his cock
into my pussy. He propped my leg on his shoulder
while Eric held the other apart for him as he
dug into pounding me harder. The way they went to
(09:28):
work on me, you would have thought that they had
planned this moment for weeks. Paul gave me a few
pounding thrusts of his cock before releasing me for Eric,
who then came on top of me while I spread
my legs for him. His cock slipped easily into my pussy.
I could barely feel him as he went on grunting
against my face while plowing me with all the strength
(09:48):
he could muster. Still, I grunted in response, and even
locked my feet over his ankles and grabbed hold of
his hips. Amid my grunts, I urged him not to stop.
Eric went on rocking his pelvis and feeding me his
cock like he was exacting his revenge on me. Paul
tapped his arm to signal a change over, to which
(10:09):
Eric stopped and pulled out of me. Paul turned me
over and entered me from behind. He fucked me hard
and steady, and I was almost upset when he pulled
out and Eric returned to continue his share. It didn't
take long for Eric to climax. He pumped his cum
inside me and I could feel his cock grow soft
by the time he fell to the side. I got
(10:31):
to enjoy having Paul to myself after that, knowing that
Eric wouldn't be capable of becoming hard again. It was
great to see that, even though he'd had second DIBs
at me, he could barely keep up with my lover.
The good news is that we didn't divorce. In fact,
I'm proud to say that our marriage has gotten stronger
since that fateful day. I still have fun with Paul,
(10:53):
and there are times when he comes by our home
to fuck me in Eric presence. Yes, Eric often joins,
but he still cannot keep up with my lover's stamina
in a way, that's a good sign for me. Thank
you for enjoying this erotic confession. You can listen to
many other seductive confessions like it on Shango's Zone, which
(11:13):
you can find on Apple, podcast, Spreaker, SoundCloud, and sportaefee.
Good Bye for now, till next time.
I opened the door to our apartment and walked inside,
about to announce to my husband that I was home.
The words stopped dead in my throat when I saw
Eric seated in the living room glaring at me, angry,
like he was about to explode. I shut the door
and felt a sudden tick on my cheek. The tick
usually occurs whenever I'm nervous, suspecting something was wholesomely wrong
(00:22):
and it was my fault. Honey, what's wrong? I asked.
He stayed his silence for a moment, letting the tension build.
Then he spoke carefully. I should be the one asking
you that where have you been for the last hour? Carol?
What could you possibly mean? I tried to project some
measure of irritation unto my voice as I spoke. Can't
(00:44):
I go out to work and return home without you
acting all jealous about where I've been the whole day?
For God's sake, Eric, this is getting too far. You
know that you were at work today, Carol, except you
got off work two hours ago and never told me
where you be heading. I'm asking you again, where have
you been? Is this what you've become? Now? Eric? My
(01:07):
resident snooper. God knows, I won't ever get anything done
without you looking over my shoulder. Excuse me. I was
about to brush past him when he held out his
phone at me. Here, take a look at this and
tell me that ain't you sucking another man's cock? That
drew me to a halt. And I saw he was
holding his phone out to me there was a video playing.
(01:29):
I came closer and took the phone from him. What
I saw blew my breath away. The video portrayed two
people interlocked in mid coitus. The woman in the video
was me. You're going to deny that, isn't you? Eric asked.
There was no point denying what was true. How did
you come by this? How about you answer mine? First?
(01:49):
Is that you are not? I need a yes or no? Yes,
I muttered, and gave him back his phone. It sure
is me. Now tell me how you came by it.
A little Bertie sent it to me, he said. The
little birdie sent me the video link, but not before
he called to say that you had left his apartment
after a great time in the sack. Sound familiar, I gasped. Paul, Yes, Paul,
(02:14):
your lover, Eric said, as he then rose from the chair,
the hunk you've been screwing behind my back, the same
guy whom you told that I wouldn't need to worry
about you and him that same Paul. Reality fell on
me like the crashing of a sea wave, and for
the first time in a long while, I was more
than worried. I was afraid, especially for my marriage. But
(02:36):
why why would your bird contact me to tell me
all of this, to send me proof that all this
time you've been a cheatinghore. He flexed his jaw while
he gradually advanced towards me. I took one step back
away from him, and then a second. I probably would
have continued backing away, as I feared he was harboring
to do something dramatic, especially with the way he clutched
(02:59):
his phone. Eric stopped moving, and his face instantly withdrew
from whatever cloud of anger he was carrying. What replaced
it was a look of pity that came with a sigh.
I'm very disappointed in you, Carol, he said. I never
would have thought you'd play me like this. I'm sorry,
I said, yeah, I bet you are. He walked past
(03:21):
me and made for the bedroom. I stood there in
the living room, Confused and baffled about whatever action to
take next. I could pack a bag and go stay
with Paul, but what good would that do? The fool
had ratted me out to my husband. How the fuck
was I going to look at him and feel good
about his trickery. Sure, we've discussed before about me leaving Eric,
(03:42):
but that was idle talk meant to stay between us.
Witever could have possessed him to dare go behind my
back and tattle to my husband befuddled my train of thought.
I was stuck with another option, go into the bedroom
and try to make peace with Eric. It wasn't like
I didn't still love him. His lackluster love making was
about the only grip I bore in our relationship. But
(04:05):
then again, I wasn't expecting to hurt him like this.
I was starting to feel miserable about myself. It'd be
a shame if we were to end this way. I
dropped my handbag on the center table and went searching
for Eric. Eric was where I knew he would be,
in bed, with his arms staring as if in contemplation,
at the ceiling. He could possibly have been imagining the
(04:27):
disaster that was officially our marriage. I had no idea.
I went around the bed and knelt on his side
to confront him. Honey, I'm sorry, I said to him.
I'm really, really sorry. He kept his gaze at the ceiling.
What are you sorry about, Carol? The fact that I've
been cheating on you this entire time? I know you
(04:48):
must be mad at me, and I can't blame you
for that. I mean, I won't, but I'm really sorry.
He sat up on the bed and then looked at
me self assuringly, and said, better go dry your face, Carol,
we're going out for a ride. I stood up and
ran my hand over my face. It came away with tears.
(05:10):
What do you mean, Let's go meet your lover and
see what he's got to say about this. I did
as he said and went into the bathroom to wash
my face. We arrived at my lover's apartment and Herik
pressed the door bell. The door opened to reveal Paul,
who didn't seem concerned to see both of us. He
had obviously been expecting us from the nonchalant manner he
(05:32):
welcomed us into his apartment. It wasn't until we settled
into his living room that I realized how well I
had been played. You want to be the one to
tell her, or should I? Eric addressed Paul. My eyes
switched between both of them, perplexed. Tell me what what
are we here for? Really? Your husband found out about
(05:52):
us a week ago, Carol, Paul admitted, I don't know
how he did, but he somehow put two and two
together and then contacted me, to which I fessed up
a week ago. How come I'm finding about this now
because I wanted an excuse to come here, said Eric.
Because I can't stand to imagine you two having sex
without me involved. What Eric wants us to put a
(06:15):
show for him, Paul explained, Coming to sit beside me,
he said, if I play along, then he won't try
to ruin me, and he also won't divorce you, not
just to watch you too. Eric interjected, I want second
dibbs now, if you too would be so kind as
to get the party started. Whaw. Before I could say
(06:36):
anything further, Paul grabbed my chin and planted a kiss
on my lips. That was all it took to rid
me of the confusing conundrum that had brought me there.
I turned towards Paul and wrapped my arm around him
and submitted to his kiss. Eric might as well have
left us alone to ourselves, because at that point I
almost forgot he was in the room with us. I
(06:58):
did attempt to struggle, but Paul made damn sure to
garner my attention. I took off my jacket and then
knelt before Paul and jammed his cock into my mouth.
Now and then I turned my head in mid fillatio
towards Eric to see what he was doing. Eric had
unzipped his fly and was jerking his heart on while
his eyes stayed focused on us. His feature was expressionless,
(07:21):
like he was trying hard not to be swayed by
our action. Paul was impatient about wanting me. He pulled
me off the floor and adjusted himself on the couch
so I could settle on his crotch. I was breathing
heavily as I hiked my skirt up to my waist.
Paul pushed my panties aside and was working to fit
his penis into my kouchie. I lent him a hand,
(07:43):
exhaling a guttural rasp as his cock slid into my vagina.
It was like he hadn't fucked me hours ago. My
pussy was hungry for him. He slapped my butt as
I worked my hips towards riding him fast. His hand
tugged my panties to the side of my butt. He
managed to insert a finger into my asshole while I
continued to ingest his cock. My torso pressed against his
(08:06):
face as I then wrapped my arm around his shoulder
while my other hand grabbed onto the couch's head rest.
I was gasping with frantic effort. Likewise, he was too.
We kept grinding and rocking against each other while Eric
got out of his clothes. Paul ripped the buttons of
my blouse to latch his mouth onto my breasts. I
(08:27):
could feel my pussy creaming over his cock as his
girth slid inside me. How about we take things into
the bedroom, Eric suggested. After discarding his shirt, Paul lifted
me off his couch and carted me towards his bedroom,
which I was most familiar with. I locked my arms
around Paul and kept my eyes on Eric, who followed
(08:47):
us while still stroking his cock and looking like he
was eager to make good use of it. This was
a different side of my husband that I was witnessing.
We made it to Paul's bedroom, and he lowered me
onto the bed and gestured it Eric to come around
to the other side. Paul helped me out of my
skirt and panties and flung them over his shoulder. Eric
(09:07):
got on to the bed and I sucked his cock
while Paul busied himself with getting out of his clothes.
I continued to stuff my husband's cock and testicles down
my throat before my lover returned and reintroduced his cock
into my pussy. He propped my leg on his shoulder
while Eric held the other apart for him as he
dug into pounding me harder. The way they went to
(09:28):
work on me, you would have thought that they had
planned this moment for weeks. Paul gave me a few
pounding thrusts of his cock before releasing me for Eric,
who then came on top of me while I spread
my legs for him. His cock slipped easily into my pussy.
I could barely feel him as he went on grunting
against my face while plowing me with all the strength
(09:48):
he could muster. Still, I grunted in response, and even
locked my feet over his ankles and grabbed hold of
his hips. Amid my grunts, I urged him not to stop.
Eric went on rocking his pelvis and feeding me his
cock like he was exacting his revenge on me. Paul
tapped his arm to signal a change over, to which
(10:09):
Eric stopped and pulled out of me. Paul turned me
over and entered me from behind. He fucked me hard
and steady, and I was almost upset when he pulled
out and Eric returned to continue his share. It didn't
take long for Eric to climax. He pumped his cum
inside me and I could feel his cock grow soft
by the time he fell to the side. I got
(10:31):
to enjoy having Paul to myself after that, knowing that
Eric wouldn't be capable of becoming hard again. It was
great to see that, even though he'd had second DIBs
at me, he could barely keep up with my lover.
The good news is that we didn't divorce. In fact,
I'm proud to say that our marriage has gotten stronger
since that fateful day. I still have fun with Paul,
(10:53):
and there are times when he comes by our home
to fuck me in Eric presence. Yes, Eric often joins,
but he still cannot keep up with my lover's stamina
in a way, that's a good sign for me. Thank
you for enjoying this erotic confession. You can listen to
many other seductive confessions like it on Shango's Zone, which
(11:13):
you can find on Apple, podcast, Spreaker, SoundCloud, and sportaefee.
Good Bye for now, till next time.
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