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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 31
For quite a few months my husband Dean would ask me during sex, if I'd use one of my two dildos on him so he could feel what it like to be fucked up the ass, as he often did to me. It always freaked me out and and I always refused. It was mainly the thought of my man, my muscular virile man wanting a gay act peforming on him.
In February I came home early and discovered him in the shower. He made out nothing was amiss until I noticed my bedside draw open, the one where I kept my dildos. Walking back into the bathroom I opened the shower door seeing Deans cock fully erect and something hidden behind his back. I didn't challenge him as I'd sort of calmed down, seeing his gorgeously large thick cock did that. Instead I walked into our bedroom, got undressed and shouted for him to bury his cock deep inside my waiting pussy. Later after a very satisfying fuck, I found both dildos back in my draw and I soon forgot all about it.
Then fifteen days ago when I should have been going out with some girlfriends after work, I had to return home to retrieve a document I wanted to give to one of my colleagues.
The unmistakable sounds and atmosphere of sex was coming from our lounge. Bursting in the half open door, I found Dean not only taking something up his ass, but that something was one of my friends/colleagues husbands cock hard and deep up his ass. It all seemed to happen in slow motion from that point, as they tried to cover up and hide what they were doing. They had no need to hide as my whole perception of seeing Dean being fucked changed everything for me, and I found myself being completely turned on.
Rather than running away screaming, I walked forwards and told Terry, my friends husband, to carry on. In a totally sureal next thirty minutes, I masturbated openly to the sight of my masculine husband being fucked in three different positions by someone I'd known for six years.
It was the start of my involvement into Deans anal pleasures and things have just moved on from me only watching, but that's another confession and probably too long for here.
In February I came home early and discovered him in the shower. He made out nothing was amiss until I noticed my bedside draw open, the one where I kept my dildos. Walking back into the bathroom I opened the shower door seeing Deans cock fully erect and something hidden behind his back. I didn't challenge him as I'd sort of calmed down, seeing his gorgeously large thick cock did that. Instead I walked into our bedroom, got undressed and shouted for him to bury his cock deep inside my waiting pussy. Later after a very satisfying fuck, I found both dildos back in my draw and I soon forgot all about it.
Then fifteen days ago when I should have been going out with some girlfriends after work, I had to return home to retrieve a document I wanted to give to one of my colleagues.
The unmistakable sounds and atmosphere of sex was coming from our lounge. Bursting in the half open door, I found Dean not only taking something up his ass, but that something was one of my friends/colleagues husbands cock hard and deep up his ass. It all seemed to happen in slow motion from that point, as they tried to cover up and hide what they were doing. They had no need to hide as my whole perception of seeing Dean being fucked changed everything for me, and I found myself being completely turned on.
Rather than running away screaming, I walked forwards and told Terry, my friends husband, to carry on. In a totally sureal next thirty minutes, I masturbated openly to the sight of my masculine husband being fucked in three different positions by someone I'd known for six years.
It was the start of my involvement into Deans anal pleasures and things have just moved on from me only watching, but that's another confession and probably too long for here.
