My stupid husband actually thinks I'm faithful to him. He genuinely and utterly believes that having sex with me once a month, which lasts no more than minutes from entering the bedroom to me cleaning his cum off of my tits, is enough for me sexually. Yes I married him more for financial reasons than sex, and yes there is a sizable age gap (I'm 28, he's 51) but surely he cannot and must not think that the highly sexed person that I was when we first met and still am, is going to accept his view, I'm his and his alone to fuck.

Right from our wedding night I cheated on him. He got himself drunk as usual, so after sucking him off and him falling asleep, in my wedding dress I walked the fifty or so yards to the hotel room I knew his nephew would be in. Mike and I fucked pretty much the whole night. Only when it was getting light and Mike had cum in my mouth, up my pussy and asshole, did I retire back to the wedding suite.

My new husband got his morning wedding fuck, but his cum had to share his nephews as I was still flooded with it. The honeymoon was a disaster as far as sex went. Not once in the whole fortnight did he stay sober or awake enough to fuck me. It mattered not as I sought sexual relief from two guys who knew what a woman like me wants. Nearly every night I'd wait until my husband flaked out, put him to bed, then invite Calvin and Delroy to our rooms. I'm no black cock lover per say, but having both men fuck me at least eight times we were on the island was more than enough to keep my pussy and asshole happy.

Feeling guilty afterwards on our return home, I tried to stay faithful, but temptation came in the way of a repair guy when our electric gates failed. My husband rang the company who maintained them and ordered me to stay in, as HE was playing golf that day. The man who turned up knew straight away I was up for fun, he should have, I was dressed only in a small tight fitting blue dress which did nothing to hide my sex. Putting in an order for a part for the gates, a part we didn't need, I had him fuck me on my husbands pool table in the games room. The next day when the part arrived and my husband went off to a meeting, I had the maintenance man fuck me in our walk in shower.

Eighteen months on from marrying my husband, I have sex sex at least seven or eight times a month with a few different men, mostly now as he plays golf. My husband retired five months ago and plays golf almost every day. I myself suspect he's getting sex with someone else, a male someone else. I actually think I've met him at a party we went to not long back. My husband disappeared and after an hour they both turned up, both looking like they'd ran a mile long race. I now know after snooping around with some gay fiends of mine, that the young man who works at the golf club my husband is a member of, is indeed gay.

The crazy thing is, my husband still believes I should be faithful to him. And only last week mentioned something about me being his and only his. The next morning feigning to go shopping, I instead met Mike again. He told me he'd suspected his uncle was bisexual, he was telling me this as he was fucking my asshole. The motel owner knows we'll tip him a good tip, if he doesn't enter our stay, so every week I meet up there with Mike and have sex.

Mike's not the only guy I fuck, as I've now got a few guys who I regularly have sex with. They're not marrying material as they're all what some people might say, a bit of rough. But they all know that's exactly what I like, fucking as rough as they can give it to me.