Lesya - Betrayal at the Wedding

I was sitting in our bedroom in San Diego, the light from the window falling on the bed where Jake and I sleep every night. My phone camera was set up on a tripod, the red recording light already blinking. I ran my fingers over my smooth thighs, spread my legs slightly, and smiled into the lens.

"Hey, baby..." I began softly, almost a whisper. "It's me, Lesya. Your wife. Your little nympho. I finally decided to tell you what's been spinning in my head for four years. Remember our wedding in Cabo? That gorgeous oceanfront resort? You swore eternal fidelity in front of all our guests, and I... I was already your dirty little whore back then."

I ran my palm over my chest, feeling my nipples instantly harden under the thin fabric of my robe. My voice dropped lower, my breathing deeper.

"It all started the night before. You went out with your buddies to hit the bar, and I stayed in the room. But I wasn't alone. Remember that tall bartender from the resort restaurant? The one with the tattoo on his neck? He came in to 'check the mini-bar.' We didn't even talk. I just dropped to my knees right there by the bed and took him in my mouth. He was so thick... I could barely breathe while he held my hair and fucked my throat. He came right on my tongue. I swallowed every drop and went down to dance with you like nothing happened. You even asked why my cheeks were so flushed. I said it was the champagne."

I smiled at the memory, tracing my fingers along the inside of my thigh, slowly, as if feeling that tremor all over again.

"The next day, after the ceremony, when we were taking photos in the garden, I told you I needed to fix my makeup. Instead, I went down to the underground spa. Two guys were waiting for me. Friends of one of your coworkers. They knew who I was. Knew I'd just gotten married. That's what got them so fucking hot... One of them pressed me against the wall of the sauna, hiked up my dress, and pushed inside me without any foreplay. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud. The other stood right there, stroking my face and whispering, 'What a filthy bride you are.' They traded places. First one, then the other. I came twice, standing between them. My legs were shaking so bad I almost fell. When they finished, I felt their cum slowly dripping down my thighs. I just pulled my panties up and went back to you. You wrapped your arm around my waist and told me I was the most beautiful wife in the world. And I was smiling, thinking about how fucking turned on I was."

I couldn't sit still anymore. My fingers slipped under my robe on their own, touching my wet folds. I let out a soft breath toward the camera.

"And that night... after you fell asleep, happy and drunk, I slipped out of the room. There was a third guy waiting for me in the hotel lobby. The photographer who shot our wedding. We went out to his car in the parking lot. It was cramped and dark. He sat me down on his cock, and I rode him like a woman possessed. He gripped my hips and kept saying, 'Your husband is asleep right now while you're fucking me.' I came so hard I almost hit my head on the car roof. Then he came inside me. Deep. I went back to the room, lay down next to you, and felt his cum slowly leaking out of me onto our wedding sheets."

I closed my eyes, my fingers moving faster, but I held back. I wanted to finish the story.

"Jake... it drove me absolutely wild. You stood there in your tux, so sincere, so in love, and I'd already been filled by three different men in twenty-four hours. I felt like a total pervert. And I still do. That's why I'm recording this for you, my cuckold. So you know. So you get hard again, like you did the first time I told you about other guys."

I pulled my hand away, adjusted my robe, and looked straight into the camera with a soft, almost guilty smile.

"I love you, Jake. I really do. But I can't live without this. And neither can you. Call me when you watch this. We'll talk about it... in detail. I'm already soaking wet just thinking about how you'll breathe into the phone and ask for every dirty detail."

I leaned closer to the camera, blew a kiss, and whispered:

"I'm waiting for your call, baby..."