Cheating Wife Confession: My Quickie with Jay in Second Life

Jay only had 20 minutes before work, but I wasn’t about to waste the chance. I showed up naked and ten minutes later, my husband walked into our house in real life. This is what happened.

 

Do you remember Jay? He was one of my first hookups after coming back to Second Life. The man who told me my husband didn’t know how to use me properly and then proved it. Well, he came back into my inbox recently. This time, though, things were a little different.

He told me he was sad he had to head to work soon, but he wanted to see me. Twenty minutes. That’s all he had.

I told him twenty minutes was more than enough for a quickie. And I meant it.

Straight to Business

I teleported over to his new place. It wasn’t flashy, but it didn’t need to be. Different from the last one, but functional, ready for exactly what we wanted.

We’d already agreed no small talk, no foreplay in words, no beating around the bush. He needed to cum in twenty minutes, and I knew that if I focused, I’d get mine too.

So I arrived naked. No build-up. No teasing. Just bare skin and need.

The second I landed, Jay pulled me into position. His cock slid between my lips, filling my mouth, while my pussy pressed down against his tongue. A 69, raw and immediate.

I sucked him deep, gagging slightly, spit dripping down my chin, while his tongue flicked against my clit with practiced hunger. The urgency was intoxicating. There was no time for slowness, no room for hesitation. Every lick, every thrust was calculated to push us both closer, faster.

Racing the Clock

The rhythm was frantic, almost desperate. My lips slid up and down his cock, my throat tightening around him while his hands held me firm. At the same time, he devoured me ... licking, sucking, sliding two fingers inside me and curling them until I gasped against his shaft.

It was messy, fast, and absolutely perfect. I could feel my orgasm building already, my legs trembling as I ground against his face, needy and reckless.

Then it happened.

About ten minutes in, I heard the sound. My front door. My stomach flipped. My husband had come home because he’d forgotten something.

For a split second, panic washed over me. I froze, Jay’s cock still in me, my pussy still on his tongue. Then I heard his voice. Just a quick shout, nothing more: “Forgot something!”

That was it.

But that moment and the sheer insanity of my husband speaking to me in real life while I was cheating on him in Second Life sent me spiraling. The guilt, the danger, the raw rush of knowing what I was doing… it all collided and tipped me over the edge.

I came hard.

My body shook, my orgasm tearing through me while I muffled my cries around Jay’s cock. My husband was still in the house. Still steps away. And I was cumming for another man.

Going Over Time

By the time my husband walked out the door again, Jay and I were far past caring about the clock. The twenty minutes we thought we had stretched out as we fucked harder, faster, rougher.

He flipped me over, driving into me from behind, my face buried in the bed, my body aching from how much I needed him. His thrusts were relentless, deep, making me cry out with every stroke.

We shifted positions... me riding him, bouncing hard, my breasts spilling into his hands; him pinning me down, fucking me with that authority that made me melt. The urgency only made it hotter. Every second stolen from his work and from my marriage made the orgasms sharper.

Finally, with a groan, Jay exploded. His cock throbbed inside me, filling me, and I came again, clenching around him, my body shaking from the sheer intensity.

We collapsed together, sweaty and wrecked, both of us laughing at how we’d blown past our time limit. But neither of us cared. It had been worth every stolen minute.

The Aftermath

This wasn’t a slow seduction. It wasn’t romance. It was raw, filthy cheating, packed into less than half an hour, and it was exactly what I needed.

Jay reminded me why I cheat in Second Life. Not just for the orgasms, though there were plenty. But for the thrill, the danger, the way it makes me feel alive in a life that can feel numb.

And the best part? He wants to meet again. Next time, without the clock ticking.

Being a cheating wife in Second Life is unpredictable, dangerous, and intoxicating. And with Jay, I know I’m only just getting started.