Who said "you can't have your cake and eat it". What a load of rubbish.
Over the past fifteen months, not only have I been eating my cake, I've also been adding lots of cream on it too.
My husband is many things to me. He's my financial keeper, he's my weekday chauffer, he's even my cook as I don't do any housework. Occasionally he's also my pussy and asshole licker. What he isn't is my lover, my best ever fuck or anything near sexually satisfying to me. Indeed at fifty three, his days of satisfying anyone with his tiny cock have long gone. That's why I sometimes allow him to tongue out my pussy and asshole. But only after I've had one of his employee's or a stranger, fuck me first.
We have a house cleaner, a weekend driver and a gardener who have all helped me along the way sexually. The household cleaner is someone I chose, as I wanted a young woman who likes to pleasure women as well as men. I actually ate her pussy and ass on her interview just to prove to myself I wanted sex with her.
The gardener is a different prospect as he's been around before I got onto the scene. All the same, all it took was to walk into his tool shed nearly naked, to have him fucking me five minutes later. He's in his forties, not very good looking, but he does have an amazingly thick long cock. A cock I get to have fuck me once or twice a month. It would be more, but he really isn't an attractive man.
The driver we use on the weekends is new, and again I was the one to pick him out of the interviewed young men who attended our open day, to decide he was going to get the job. My husband was there that day, so I couldn't sample his wares, but I did get him to tell me just how big his cock was. I promised him the job, if he kept me, my pussy and asshole happy. And every weekend he does just that. Usually my husband joins his friends at the golf club and I have Harry take me to a secluded spot, telling my husband I'm having my hair and nails done. All I do is arrange my hair differently and paint my nails, that's after Harry has fucked me senseless.
It's so easy to get my husband to believe I've had my beauty treatment, as he's usually drunk when we pick him up. If Harry has left me really horny (I'm always horny) from fucking me long and hard, and filled my pussy or asshole with his cum, that's when I allow my husband to tongue me out back at home.
Our staff our not my only exclusive sexual fun, as I sometimes go "shopping for sex" I literally shop and find a guy or woman I fancy and see if they're up for some no strings fun. Sometimes it doesn't work out, but believe me with my looks, figure and my English accent, more often than not, I end up with a pussy or a cock in my mouth.