Sharing secrets between us [fantasy][cuckolding]

Part 1….

As soon as he left, I cleaned up the mess on the floor, still a little surprised at what had just happened. I didn't really know how to process it — the mix of guilt, excitement, and disbelief. I sat for a while, then picked up my phone and called her.

The call started normally. We spoke about random things — office updates, weekend plans. At some point, I casually mentioned that I met him and he had handed over the parcel. She went quiet for a few seconds and then softly asked if he had said anything.

That’s when I asked her directly — why she hadn’t told me everything that was going on between them. She didn’t deny anything. She just went silent again and then started apologizing. Her voice was low, unsure. She said she hadn’t meant for any of it to happen, but it did — suddenly and without much planning. She admitted she had been feeling lonely, and it started with one night, and then just happened again. She said it was only twice, nothing beyond that.

I listened to everything. I could hear the guilt in her tone. But even then, I didn’t feel angry. I told her it was okay. That maybe I hadn’t expected it, but it was something I had fantasized about, without ever thinking it could actually happen. That part seemed to surprise her — she hadn't known I felt that way.

She then asked me something directly. She wanted to know if I really meant it — if it was truly okay for her to continue, to let him do what he wanted. I told her it was fine.

After that, she asked what had happened when I met him. So I told her the whole thing — how we talked at the café, what was in the bag, and how the discussion had shifted slowly into everything that had been happening between them. I told her how we ended up at my place, and how, while showing me the videos, he undressed, and I couldn’t resist. I told her how I gave in.

As soon as I said that part — that I had gone down on him — she stopped me mid-sentence and asked if I liked it. I didn’t lie. I told her yes, I did. That it had felt strange at first, but once I crossed the line, it just… happened.

She didn’t sound shocked. Instead, she almost sounded satisfied. She told me he had once whispered to her that I would eventually give in. That he would make me enjoy the moment. That once it happened, he would be visiting her more often, because now — even I knew she was being taken care of. That nothing was being hidden anymore.

Now there was no going back…