Confessions in the Dark feels like reading that one horny late night Discord confession that got way too real and then somehow turned into a whole story. You’re the husband here, not some faceless blank guy, with this dirty little obsession crawling in your head: you want to see your own wife get fucked by someone else. Not just “oh haha, fantasy,” but that real thing where your brain is screaming no and your dick is saying yes, louder. The game doesn’t rush you into gangbang fireworks in the first click. It kind of lets the idea rot and bloom in your head at the same time, like when you rewatch that one Pornhub video you swear you’re not into, then keep searching the same tags anyway. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not juggling stats or grinding money on some fake job, just following this guy’s spiral while the story pokes your weak spots. The AI CGs are weirdly perfect for this too, because half of them look like those cursed but hot pics you save from Twitter and never admit. His wife has these massive tits that just sit there in every scene like a problem, always framed too nicely, like the game is saying “you sure you wanna share this?” and you already know the answer is yes and no.

The hotter part for me isn’t when she’s actually getting fucked, it’s the build-up. Those tiny moments where they talk about it like it’s just some “theoretical” fantasy while both of them are obviously dripping inside. She starts teasing with texts, with outfits you know aren’t just for you, late-night chats that maybe go too long with some “friend,” and the story pretends “it’s just exploring” at first. At one point he’s lying in bed doomscrolling Pornhub and Reddit, looking at couples who actually do it, and you can almost smell that mix of guilt and raw curiosity. It felt way too real. Then later there’s this scene where she comes home, perfume heavier than usual, lipstick a little fucked up, and nothing explicit is said, just this weird silence between them while he tries to act normal. That gap is nastier than any creampie shot, and yeah those are here too, very in your face, but the real corruption is between their words. One moment he’s proud of her for “being open” and the next second he’s jerking off in the bathroom, half crying, half moaning, replaying the mental image of another guy pushing into her. The game calls it romance sometimes, which is almost funny, because it is romantic, in this fucked up way where love and jealousy and cheating get mixed together like some cheap cocktail that still gets you drunk. I caught myself rooting for him to hurt and to enjoy it at the same time. It feels less like a power fantasy and more like letting a fantasy chew on you until you don’t know if you want to close your eyes or watch every single thrust going into your wife’s soaked pussy, dripping out on someone else’s cock while you sit in the dark and pretend you’re totally fine with it.