Background...Usually when I'm ill, my husband is very good to me, not that he shouldn't be or isn't good to me when I'm well. He also knows when I'm ill I like "Comforting". This normally takes place in bed, but sometimes on our massive couch, and with my husband behind me, slowly fucking my pussy as he plays with my breasts.

Statement I once made...When my husband once asked me (Second month of our marriage, I think) if any of my earlier boyfriends had a larger penis than his, I answered truthfully by telling him, two of them had really large cocks. He then asked me if I'd ever like to have another large cock to be fucked by, I again answered honestly telling him "Only if you wanted it to happen".

Confession...I was ill two months ago and after the initial not wanting anything, I asked my husband over the phone if he could "Comfort" me later that afternoon when he got home from work. In bed facing away from the bedroom door and out towards the tree that grows outside our bedroom window, I felt my husband get in bed with me. His usual cologne smell made me sink into pillow knowing my pussy was about to be pleasured. My night slip was lifted up (I don't wear panties in bed) and I felt my husbands naked warmth pressing against me. I began to get extremely wet with anticipation of his cock entering me, but first his arm reached around me and cupped my right breast. Moving in closer, I felt the head of his cock spreading my pussy lips, then my labia's and finally slide into my pussy. His cock felt huge as it slipped deeper into me and I was about to turn, but I heard his voice quietly say "Shhh enjoy what I'm giving you honey".

Relaxing back I told him to fuck me. Every stroke seemed to go deeper than he'd ever been inside me before, and his cock was stretching my pussy hole so much I was starting to cum within a minute. When I did orgasm, it was so strong I couldn't help but shout out, telling my husband how good his cock felt inside me. Hearing his voice again, I heard him say "Then I'm going to fuck you some more". No sooner than my orgasm subsided my husband began to fuck me harder than before. He squoze my breast harder and pinched my nipple, making it rise. His body moved further from mine, something I normally don't want, but he began to pound into me making me cry out again with lust. Any sense of illness had gone and I was so into the fucking I was receiving, I begged him to fuck me harder. Gripping my hair with his other hand, I felt like a rag doll as he hammered into me, but I didn't care it felt divine. Hearing him building up to his own orgasm in my clouded mind, I orgasmed myself but nothing like I'd ever done before. That's because I began to squirt everywhere as his seed filled my pussy.

I lay still on the sodden bed for a minute or so getting my breath back, when I saw my naked husband stood in front of me squeezing out the last of his cum from his cock. What was wrong with this picture, was I still had a hand gently massaging my right breast. Jumping forwards and up I turned to see a guy called Michael, an old colleague of my husbands, someone I knew who had a reputation with the women. Part of that reputation I'd just experienced, a nine and half inch cock. Looking back at my husband I asked him what the fuck did he think he was doing. Michael answered for him by saying "Making you feel much better". Michael left ten minutes later after thanking me for such a nice time. I didn't have the ability to tell him how much I'd enjoyed him fucking me, but I so had.

Over the next two to three hours, my husband and I discussed everything about our marriage which was pertinent to our sexual lives together. He told me ever since I'd told him about having ex boyfriends with larger cocks and then we'd spoke about having a guy with a larger cock fuck me, he'd fantasized about watching me getting fucked. I was a little shocked at first, but the more we spoke, the more I knew it was just sex. The emotional part of us, our marriage and who we were as a couple, was kept out of it. Michael fucking me was just that, a guys cock fucking me. That's because whilst Michael's cock was taking me to new heights, orgasm wise, I genuinely believed it was my husband fucking me. Let me put it another way. When I use my favorite dildo, I don't think of it being someone as it's not attached to the man I love, my husband. It's just a tool to get me off when he works away.

So the outcome of our chat. My husband would like to watch me with Michael again, only next time obviously I'll know who's fucking me. He also has asked me if I'll try lots of different positions with Michael. Apparently Michael has already said he's willing to have some fun. I'm already horny thinking about the 12th of this month as Michael will be staying over. My only fear, is that I'll become sexually needy, not to Michael per say, but to having two men fuck me and one of them having a much thicker and far longer cock than my husband.