Cheating Wife Confession: My Second Life Affair Aleks

Married but unsatisfied, I gave in to temptation in Second Life. This is my raw confession of an affair with Aleks ... sex, guilt, orgasms, and addiction.

Traveling around Second Life you find plenty of places dedicated to sex. That hasn’t really changed in seven years. The names are different, the builds are new, but underneath it all the formula is the same: horny men, horny women, and a handful of men pretending to be women. (I don’t judge men pretending to be women, but it still makes me wonder what it is they’re really chasing. We can spot you a mile off btw. )

One place I wandered into recently was Gang R**e Wives. I typed “wives” into search, hoping to find something that felt like my crowd, and that’s what popped up. It’s a strange little place, but the second I arrived I was swarmed. Messages started hitting me one after the other ... men telling me how hot I was, describing exactly what they’d do if I let them. The kind of raw attention I hadn’t felt in years. It was intoxicating.

But too much attention is its own problem. How do you choose when everyone wants a piece of you? None of them seemed up for a gang-bang, despite the bed sitting in the middle of the room practically begging for it. So I decided on a rule: first come, first serve. And the first was Aleks.

 

Back at His Place

Aleks invited me to his home and I accepted instantly. GRW was too chaotic ... voice HUDs blasting fake moans, spanking sounds looping nonstop, spam filling the chat. Fun if you’re just there to watch, but not what I wanted. I wanted to be taken seriously, to feel like I mattered. Aleks offered me that.

His house was simple. He dropped onto the sofa, legs spread, watching me with that kind of hunger that makes your skin prickle. I undressed slowly, peeling off each layer until I was bare, until his eyes on me made me ache.

I sat next to him and his hand slid instantly between my thighs, parting me, opening me. His mouth followed. The heat of his tongue against me was so sharp I gasped out loud in real. He licked, sucked, circled until I was clutching the sofa cushions and rocking against his face, moaning his name. My husband sat only a room away in real life, probably answering emails, while another man was eating me like I was the only thing that had ever mattered.

When he pushed me back and slid into me, I nearly screamed. The sudden stretch, the fullness, the way he held me down ... it was everything I’d been craving. We fucked like animals. Him on top, pinning me, pounding into me until my body shook. Me on top, riding him hard, his hands gripping my breasts while I ground down on him. Doggy, with my face buried in the cushions, his hips slamming against me, his hand tangled in my hair.

Then the wheelbarrow ... me lifted, legs hooked over his arms, my hands barely keeping me steady as he fucked me deeper than I thought possible. Each new position tore another moan out of me, left me trembling, left me wetter. It wasn’t just sex; it was being wanted. Desired. Fucked until I forgot my own name.

And as I typed with shaking hands, I slid my fingers down my body in real life. Circling, pressing, pushing myself closer while Aleks shortened his messages too. He was doing the same, jerking off, both of us riding the wave of lust together. The screen blurred. The two worlds blended. I wasn’t just cheating in pixels anymore ... I was cheating with my whole body.

The Pregnancy Game

Then came the twist. Aleks turned on his Mama Allpa. I had mine too. For those who don’t know, it’s a Second Life pregnancy system. And in that moment, he tried to breed me. Virtually, sure, but the humiliation of it, the idea of being knocked up by a stranger while my husband slept beside me in another life, made me lose my mind.

It was degrading, filthy, and yet I was soaked for it. The thought of carrying another man’s child ... a digital fantasy, yes, but one that pressed all the right buttons ... pushed me into another orgasm. My whole body shook, my breath coming out ragged, while Aleks pounded me like he owned me.

When it was finally over, I collapsed against him, my body both virtual and real spent. We cuddled on the sofa, his arms around me. We promised to meet again before parting ways, both of us drained but satisfied.

Logging off, I sat staring at my screen, touching the ring on my finger. My husband still had no idea. He never would. And yet my body hummed with the memory of Aleks’s cock, Aleks’s words, Aleks’s hold on me.

This life is dangerous. It’s thrilling. It’s wrong in every possible way. But God, it feels so right.