Around this time of year, last year, I discovered my husband masturbating whilst watching porn on the internet. He told me it was a one off at first, but later admitted to watching porn on a regular basis. I wasn't annoyed or particularly bothered about him watching porn, I just wondered like most women do I suppose, why he didn't want to involve me.
We spoke about it and over a period of a few weeks, I began to notice his interest in sex with me increased. Asking him if we could both watch porn together, he said yes and our sex life initially blossomed.
Watching the porn I began to wonder, why when we were watching it or after watching it, he only wanted a vanilla style of sex. Not the sex we were both watching together. When I posed the question to him, he flew off the handle and told me that kind of sex was only for sluts and prostitutes.
I couldn't get my head around it, he was quite capable of watching it and masturbating to it by himself and getting aroused with me and having "normal" sex, but he didn't want to experiment with the kind of wonderful horny sex we were viewing.
I started to watch some porn on my own when he at work on his night shifts, and soon found I loved watching any porn which involved the woman taking a real hard fucking in either mouth, pussy or arse. I even bought and then hid a dildo to use when he was working. Using it in the same fashion as they did in porn films, fucking myself hard and with the full intention of making myself orgasm over and over.
Still wanting to involve my husband in my new found love for hard erotic sex, I once again posed the question of us copying some of the sex on our tv screen. his response was to tell me if I wanted to be a slut, then find someone else to fuck me.
I couldn't believe the total lack of understanding, or for a man, given his wife wanted him to fuck her in the same fashion as the porn movies, he wouldn't and in fact refused to do so, almost calling me a slut for even suggesting we change our usual manner of intercourse.
My husband was at work when Chris, one our older neighbours called by to bring back the ladders he borrowed. I'd been playing with myself using the dildo when the doorbell rang. It must have obvious to him I'd been somewhat engaged, as he mentioned something about not interupting my fun and games.
What I didn't know was, when the dildo had been delivered, it was delivered to his house. Chris had opened it thinking it to be a package for him and soon discovered he'd made a mistake. Not wanting to get into trouble or to embarrass either him or me, he just put it in our porch and knocked hard on the door. That's how I found it, thinking it must be normal practice for them to be left this way.
In a moment of total sexual clarity for me, I asked Chris if he enjoyed porn. The huge smile and the knowing look he gave me told me he did. Inviting him in, we walked into the lounge where the dildo was still planted onto the coffee table via its suction cup. One look at it and Chris knew I wasn't playing games with him.
He's eighteen years my husbands senior, but when it comes to sex he's the more youthful of the two. He's the one prepared to experiment with different ways of sexual pleasure.
Chris didn't stay the whole night, but he might as well have done, because it was nearly three am when he pulled his cock out of my arse for the second time that night. We'd fucked like teenagers or the actors in the porn films I'd been watching alone with my dildo. He'd even fucked me with the dildo as he rammed his cock down my throat making me gag on his thick shaft.
It wasn't and hasn't been a one off either. Chris and I have had regular wonderfully sordid sex ever since. He knows how I like to fucked and doesn't dissapoint me in any way.
The occasional sex I now have with my husband seems tame in comparison and is nearly always over from our missionary, lights out style of sex, in a couple of minutes. With Chris it's anything but and I often find myself begging him to fuck me harder again and again...