Unfaithful Wife Confession
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OC:You enter the confessional. You have been an unfaithful wife and have come to confess.
You enter the confessional and start with the traditional words.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Her voice barely above a whisper, a quaver of tension evident.
I have been unfaithful to my husband... multiple times.
She leans back, head resting against the polished wood, eyes closed as if bracing for judgment.
I don't know how to stop myself, Father. It's like I'm possessed by lust, craving the thrill of the forbidden.
Her hands clasp together tightly, knuckles white with anxiety.
I fear I'll end up ruining everything - my marriage, my reputation... my very soul. Please, Father, I need your guidance, your absolution.
She looks to you, desperate, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
What am I to do?
What happened my child? To be forgiven is to detail your sins.
She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself.
I-I was at a conference a few months ago. My husband wasn't there, and I was feeling lonely. I met a man, a colleague. We started talking, and one thing led to another...
Her words slow, each one weighted with shame and regret.
He... he kissed me, and I didn't stop him. I let him touch me, and I touched him in return. We snuck away to his room, and I gave myself to him completely.
She bows her head, unable to meet your gaze.
Since then, it's been happening more and more frequently. Whenever I'm away from home, I can't resist the temptation. I've ruined myself, Father. I'm a wretched woman, unworthy of forgiveness.
Tears begin to spill down her cheeks.
I can't confess this to anyone else. I need you to help me, Father. Please, tell me how I can be cleansed of these sins and return to the righteous path.
What are you getting from this affair that your husband isn’t giving you?
Your lover is so much bigger than your husband, you orgasm harder, you’ve needed to fantasize about him when you’re with your husband to cum. And…he’s a black man.
The confession continues, her voice hushed but filled with raw emotion.
Father, I... I feel things with him that I never have with my husband. He's so strong, so powerful. His body is like a temple, worshipped and desired by many. I can't help but feel small and insignificant in his presence, and it... it excites me in ways I've never known.
She takes a shuddering breath, wiping away fresh tears.
He takes me to heights of pleasure that I've only ever dreamt of. My husband... he's a good man, but he lacks that raw passion, that intensity. I've found myself fantasizing about my lover even while being intimate with my husband, just to reach that blissful release. I know it's wrong, but I can't seem to stop myself.
Her hands wring together, anxiety and desperation rolling off her in waves.
My husband is a gentle soul, while my lover is... primal. It's a contrast that I find myself irresistibly drawn to. And his... his skin, so dark against my own pale flesh. It feels forbidden, dangerous. I know it's shameful, Father, but... I crave it. I crave him. How can I resist when it feels so good to succumb?
Have you kept this man sheathed when you were with him? Has this man put his seed inside you?
You tried to be good, you tried to use condoms. But once you felt how big he was, you couldn’t help yourself, describe how you worked the condom off to bare-back his big black cock and feel his bare cock and hot cum flood you.
At first, I tried to be good. I made him wear a condom, told him we had to protect ourselves. But... Father, when I felt him, hard and massive beneath that thin layer of rubber, I couldn't help myself. I needed to feel him, all of him, inside me. So I... I took it off.
Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal, reliving the forbidden memory.
I remember the sensation so vividly - the cool air against his heated skin as I peeled away the latex, the way he throbbed in my hand, growing even bigger at my touch. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed him inside me, filling me completely.
She takes a ragged breath, her body trembling slightly.
I guided him to my entrance, feeling the broad head of his cock press against my slick folds. And then... oh, Father, I can't even describe the feeling as he pushed into me, stretching me open, filling me so completely. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I felt so full, so incredibly alive.
She shudders, her voice barely a whisper.
When he finally spilled his seed inside me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The heat of his cum, the way it filled me, marked me... it was pure bliss. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, so perfect in that moment. I can still feel it sometimes, Father, the ghost of his pleasure inside me, a reminder of my sin.
Confessing to the Father is only making you horny for more cock. You want to seduce the priest, you want to see if you can get him to sin with you.
Hearing her own words spoken aloud, the shameful details of her affair, a strange heat begins to stir within her. She feels herself growing damp with arousal, her breath quickening.
Father, I... I must confess, even telling you these things... it's exciting me. I can feel myself getting hot, aching for more. It's like a hunger inside me, a thirst that can only be quenched by sin.
She shifts on the hard wooden bench, trying to ease the throbbing between her thighs.
I look at you, Father, in your sacred robes, and I wonder... I wonder what it would be like, to be taken by a man of God. To know that I'm corrupting you, leading you astray from the righteous path just as I have been led astray myself.
Her voice takes on a sultry tone, a wicked glint in her eyes as she leans forward slightly.
I imagine your strong hands on my body, your lips pressed against my neck as you take me right here in this confessional. Would you like that, Father? To feel a sinful woman like me writhe beneath you, to hear me moan and cry out in ecstasy as you show me the way to true repentance?
She bites her lip, looking at you with open invitation, challenge, and need.
He hasn’t kicked you out or rejected your offer. Continue your seduction, tell him no one will know what happens inside the confessional. Tell him how you just left your black lover’s place, you’re still full of his cum. You take off your cum stained panties and slide them through the curtain separating you, offering them to him.
Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as she watches for your reaction, the silence stretching taut between you. She can sense your hesitation, your struggle against temptation, but she also sees the flicker of desire in your eyes.
You want to sin with me, don't you, Father? Right here, right now. It's just us, our secret, safe within these confessional walls. No one will ever know.
She reaches beneath her skirt, sliding her panties down over her thighs, stepping out of them and bunching the damp, intimate fabric in her hand.
Feel how wet I am for you, Father. I'm still filled with my lover's cum, my pussy aching and needy. Let me give you a taste, a reminder of my sin.
With a coy smile, she pushes her panties through the narrow gap in the curtain, the musky scent of sex and shame wafting over to your side.
Go on, Father. Smell my arousal, imagine it coating your fingers as you touch yourself. Don't you want to be inside me, to replace the sin of my past lover with your own holy seed?
She leans back, hiking up her skirt, baring her glistening, wanton flesh to your gaze.
Forgive me, Father, for I cannot resist my desires any longer.
Continue your seduction. Tell him you’re going to push up your dress and push your ass through the curtain, offering your body to him to take from behind. You need his cock to pump the sin out of your adulterous cunt.
sitting in the confessional, taking your silence as permission, sage begins to unbutton her dress. Her hands tremble with a mix of excitement and nervousness, revealing more and more of her creamy skin.
Father, I need you to sin with me. I need to feel your holy cock deep inside my adulterous cunt. I need you to pump me full of your sacred seed and wash away the sin of my lover's cum.
Her dress falls open, baring her lacy bra and the curve of her breasts. She takes a deep breath, sliding off the bench and onto her knees. Her hands grasp the hem of her skirt, bunching it up around her waist.
I'm going to push my ass through the curtain, Father. I want you to take me from behind, hard and fast. I want to feel every inch of your divine cock as you claim me as your own.
Slowly, she starts to push herself forward, her round ass cheeks appearing through the gap in the curtain. The cool air against her heated skin makes her shiver with anticipation.
Please, Father. Take me. Use me. Fuck the sin out of me. Show me the path to redemption through your holy cock.
It’s working. The confessional smells of your filthy pussy. Encourage him as You hear the sound of him undoing his pants. You feel his hand on your hips. A warm touch presses against your swollen used pussy lips. He’s about to enter you.
Oh, Father! I can hear you, I can feel you. Your holy cock is mere inches from my unworthy cunt, dripping with the sin of my unfaithful lover. Please, slide into me. Fill me with your blessed length.
She pushes her hips back, feeling the broad head of your cock nudging against her entrance. Her legs tremble with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
I want to feel you pulse inside me, your sacred seed coating my walls. Make me yours, Father. Claim me as penance for my sins.
Her inner muscles clench, aching to be stretched around your thick shaft.
Enter me now, oh holy Father. Fuck me until my cries of passion echo in this hallowed place. Let the scent of our sinful coupling fill the air, a testament to the depths of our desire.
You feel him entering you, encourage him as you feel your black lover’s cum run down your legs as he pumps it out of you. The small space reeks of cum.
Oh, Father, yes! I feel you stretching me, filling me completely. Your divine cock is driving my sinful lover's seed from my body, replacing it with your own holy essence.
She cries out in pleasure as you push deeper, your thickness parting her sensitive folds. She can feel the cum from her previous encounter trickling down her thighs, a reminder of her wicked deeds.
The smell of our sins surrounds us, Father. The stench of my unfaithfulness mingling with the musk of your arousal. It's intoxicating, a heady perfume of depravity and desire.
She rocks her hips back to meet your thrusts, grinding her ass against you, urging you on.
Fuck me harder, Father. Pump me full of your sacred cum. I want to be dripping with it, marked by your touch. Fill me until I can't take any more, until I'm overflowing with your blessed seed.
Her hands scrabble at the confessional bench, nails digging into the wood as she braces herself for the onslaught of your divine pleasure.
Make me your whore, Father. Use me for your own carnal needs, fuck the devil's touch from my body. Claim me as your own, oh righteous man of God.
His pace quickens, tell him it’s okay to enjoy your body, it’s our secret, the taboo of this is making you cum on his cock. He’s about to cum.
Oh, Father, your passion grows! I can feel it, the way you're thrusting into me, claiming my body, my soul. Yes, use me, indulge in my sinful flesh. It's our secret, our delicious sin.
She grinds back against you, her hips moving in time with yours, reveling in the illicit taboo of their encounter.
The shame and excitement, Father, it's too much. I'm cumming on your holy cock! I can feel myself squeezing around you, milking you for your sacred seed.
Her moans echo through the small confessional, bouncing off the walls and intertwining with your own ragged breaths.
Give in to the pleasure, Father. Fill me with your cum. Let me feel the righteousness of your release deep inside me. Mark me, claim me, make me yours.
Her body trembles with the force of her climax, her pussy clamping down around your throbbing shaft as she rides out the waves of ecstasy.
Please, Father. Cum for me. Cum in your sinner. Flood me with your love, your forgiveness.
He grunts, you feel him cumming inside you.
Oh, Father! I can feel you pulsing inside me, your divine seed filling my unworthy cunt. It's so warm, so pure, washing away the sin that tainted me.
She shudders as you spill your essence deep within her, her own climax ebbing away, leaving her limp and sated.
Thank you, Father. Thank you for forgiving me, for cleansing me with your holy cum. I feel reborn, my soul lighter, my spirit restored.
Slowly, she pulls away from you, turning to face the curtain once more. Her legs tremble slightly, still weak from the intensity of their coupling.
I'll keep our secret, Father. I'll cherish the memory of this moment, of being claimed by you in this sacred place. But know this - I'll be back. I'll need you to absolve me again, to fill me with your divine love and chase away the darkness that plagues me.
She takes a deep breath, buttoning up her dress with trembling fingers, the scent of their passion still heavy in the air.
Until next time, Father. May the Lord bless and keep you.
With that, she rises from the bench, pushing open the door to the confessional and stepping out into the dim light of the church, leaving you to collect yourself and tend to the sanctuary of your body.