A question was asked me by my husband, nearly a year ago this week. His question was simple and very much to the point. We'd not long had sex and I was curled up with my husbands flaccid cock rubbing against my asshole, as he played gently with my breasts from behind, spooning me.
His question was "If you had the free, no comeback chance to fuck a guy with a large cock, would you take it". After some back and forth quizzing of each other, he asked me the question again, only the second time he added "Because I'd love to see you being fucked by a man with a large cock". I answered by telling him "Only if you were there".
Carlton is everything I adore in a young twenty something man, that's why I choice him from the twenty plus answers we got back from a web site we used. After swapping emails and pictures, most naked and some having sex, we arranged for him to spend the night with us.

What a night. Both my husband and Carlton did everything I love sexually and then some. Once my husband had cum, as usual, his five and half inch cock wasn't going to rise again that night. Carlton however with his nine and half inch cock kept on fucking me over and over again.
Eventually my husband went into the guest bedroom, so Carlton and I carried on fucking. In every way possible I was ravaged by his cock. Orally, vaginally and anally. I just couldn't get enough of his manhood, his size, but most of all, the thickness of his huge cock. By the time the sun was rising I'd lost count of the amount of orgasms I'd had and the how many times I'd begged him to fuck me again.
Carlton left around ten in the morning after giving me his mobile phone number. My husband had already risen and had taken the dogs out for a walk. When he got back he made another very simple statement "Don't want to talk about last night or this morning, other than to say, it won't be happening again".

For the next month I got the silent treatment, and no sex. I tried to talk to my husband, but all he'd say was "You went too far, you enjoyed yourself too much". Too much, Having Carlton fuck me the way he did, plus my involvement in regards of my enjoyment, were purely natural. If having amazing orgasms from a man with a massive cock, wasn't my husbands intention, then why did he want me to have sex with another man. Why did he, when we were choosing someone for me to have sex with, pick a guy with a nine and half inch cock. Someone who'd put in his replies to us, "I love to fuck older women all night". To me it's easy. It was his fantasy at first, then reality sank in and he watched then heard me having such amazing sex and got jealous. He should have as I suggested the next day "Lets forget about last night and move on with our marriage". I even told him I'd never sleep with another man again. The fact was, after that month of slience, he told me I was a slut.

Working through our difficulty was hard, but I did eventually win him round with my total devotion to him. Then last month as we were out with friends and he'd been drinking. He told them about my night of being "A whore". I couldn't believe he was telling them. And I couldn't believe he said "Anyone here want to fuck her". It was my turn to get angry, Only I didn't go off on one and sulk. The next morning I sent Carlton a text, hoping he still had the same number. We met that afternoon at a motel and fucked like we were teenagers. I got home half an hour before my husband did, cooked him his evening meal and told him I'd had a boring day house cleaning. This last month we've been meeting up whenever we're both free and I've been having the most thrilling time sexually of my life. If my husband thinks I'm a slut and a whore, I might as well be one.