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.

Alex is one of those guys you swipe past without thinking, until his life starts going to hell and suddenly he’s the center of the mess. Broke college kid, roommate who talks big and thinks with his dick, grades slipping, horny all the time and pretending it’s not a problem. Then that letter shows up. Not email, not some in-game popup, an actual letter that somehow knows way too much about him, about his family, about his debts, about what turns him on when the curtains are closed and the browser is on incognito. It doesn’t welcome him, it tempts him. Take this job, follow these rules, and your money problem “goes away”. Also your morals, but the letter is polite enough not to spell that part out. From the first click, the whole thing feels like when you open a random porn tab “just to peek” and three hours later you’re deep into some weird niche. Except here you’re driving Alex into it, nudging him, or shoving him, depending how horny and cruel you feel that moment.

What I like is how slow some of the corruption hits. It doesn’t instantly throw him into a room full of naked bodies moaning his name. You start small. A look that lingers too long on a milf who really, really shouldn’t be giving him that bedroom stare. A “harmless” strip dare in a place where the cameras are definitely on. A little flirting with someone who already has a partner while you tell yourself it’s just teasing. Then suddenly, you’re juggling scenes where he can screw a stacked older woman against a glass wall, grinding that big ass while she bites her lip and whispers that her husband can’t fuck her like this, and at the same time there’s a younger girl texting him that she’s waiting in his dorm bed, no panties, wanting to taste him. The game lets you be the fake good guy who pretends he “didn’t mean” to cheat, or the full-on bastard who clicks every option that leads to oral under the table, bareback pussy, interracial threesomes, harem routes, all of it. Sometimes you look at a choice and think, ok, this is where it goes too far, this is the netorare stuff I’ll skip, and then they slip in an avoidable branch or a point-and-click detail that makes you hesitate, because you want to see what happens if you let a jealous husband watch, or if you let the girl moan someone else’s name while Alex is buried deep in her. And no, the game doesn’t judge you. That job from the letter? It just keeps giving him new “responsibilities”: undress her, touch there, make her beg, record this, corrupt that. The sci-fi angle sneaks up too, like reality itself is one of the women he’s slowly stripping, layer by layer, until you realize what looked like a normal college drama is actually several hidden worlds rubbing against each other, leaking into his life. You click around a room and suddenly find a device that shouldn’t exist, a file that hints certain “family” lines are more twisted than the characters know, an animated scene where time feels like it slows while you watch bodies move, tits bouncing, tongues working, dripping wet and completely unashamed. By the time multiple endings start to peek through the dialogue, you’re not thinking about “right” or “wrong” anymore. You’re just deciding how far you want Alex to fall, and who you want tangled in his sheets when everything finally breaks.

Angst feels like watching a couple in their thirties crack open their marriage with a crowbar instead of a key, and then somehow still trying to make it romantic. You’re in Miles’ head most of the time, which is both hot and kind of pathetic in a good way. He has this fantasy of other guys fucking his wife, Claire, and the game doesn’t waste much time before that stops being just dirty talk. What caught me is how normal they look and act at first. They sit on the couch, talk about work, kiss like they’ve done it a thousand times, and then suddenly he’s asking her if she ever thinks about other men. That whole scene at the kitchen table where she keeps tracing circles on her coffee mug while he tries to say the word “sharing” without choking on it, that one stuck. He’s turned on and scared at the same time, and the game lets you sit in that mess for a while before any dick comes out. Although when the first blowjob scene hits, it really hits. The camera is way too close on her lips wrapping around him, spit shining his shaft, and the little eye contact she sneaks up at him feels way more intimate than the later porn-y stuff with other guys.

The sex with other men doesn’t come across as some wild party at first, it feels awkward and wrong and hot, in that order. There’s one scene where Claire is on her knees in front of another guy in a hotel room, and Miles is pretending he just wants to watch, but the game keeps cutting to his clenched jaw more than her sucking. You get these dialogue choices where you can push her to go further or pull back, and they’re just a few words, but they completely flip the vibe. When you tell her “Open wider, show him what you can do,” and she looks unsure for half a second then takes him deeper, gagging a bit, you feel powerful and like a total piece of shit at the same time. Later there’s a creampie where she’s riding this dude, moaning his name, and Miles is stuck on a chair like a side character in his own marriage. The moment he realizes the guy is about to cum inside her and he doesn’t stop it felt nasty in a way porn usually skips. The hot part is her hips grinding down, taking every drop. The fucked up part is the silence afterward, when she’s lying there with his cum leaking out and you can tell both of them are trying to pretend this is fine. It’s not even about the swinging or whatever at that point, it’s about that tiny look she gives him like “Did I go too far?” and he still says “You were amazing.” I’m not even sure I liked it, but I couldn’t look away.