Straight Female / 31
This past eighteen months I cannot understand what's wrong with me. My husband and I used to have sex, lots of sex, as I adore being fucked. Yet relatively recently I couldn't help but feel horny all the time. I'd even ask my husband straight after long sessions of sex, to carry on fucking me as my need to orgasm just got stronger and stronger.
The inevitable happened when my husband just couldn't keep up with my desires. And I found myself buying an array of dildo's without telling him. When he worked his shifts, I'd take out the dildo's from where I'd stored them, and literally fucked my pussy and asshole until I couldn't physically orgasm anymore. Many a time slamming two dildo's deep up my pussy and ass at the same time.
But there was something missing. And that something was a man fucking me. During a break from my fascination with my dildo's, I spoke to my husband about my need for more sex, and his response initially was to try and satisfy my urges. But, and it wasn't and isn't his fault, he just couldn't keep up with my insatiable appetite for being fucked long and hard.
Back to the dildo's, I swore to myself I'd stay faithful and only use the sex toys to keep me happy. That was until my husband found them. He dropped them on my lap as I was sat texting my sister, and asked me if they were what was keeping my sexually happy. When I said only partially, he responded in a way I wasn't expecting. My husband sat down next to me and said "Well maybe you should find a younger guy to keep you happy, but I want to know about everything".
It took a few minutes to fully grasp what he was meaning, and I got him to repeat what he'd said, just in case I'd misunderstood. Again he told me to find someone to fuck me, but added in "Make sure he's packed". With that my husband stood up, kissed my fore head and left me to think about what he'd just said.
It was three weeks later when I told him I'd spoken to someone who'd previously tried to chat me up, from the gym I attend. My husband bizarrely couldn't have been happier. So the following day when I knew my husband would at work, I arranged for Charlie to visit our home.
Charlie is twenty two and a self confessed sex addict. He's also very fit and muscular, and has a cock most men would love to have swinging between their legs. And at my first sight of his thick long cock that evening, I couldn't control myself, diving onto him and forcing his beautiful cock down my throat. We shared a very long and rough sixty where Charlie had my climaxing numerous times. But it was his delicious cock I wanted embedded in my pussy and ass, thet had me mounting him vaginally and anally as he lay on our huge leather sofa. The sight of breasts bouncing up and down as Charlie fucked me that first time will stay with me forever. I simply went to town on the young mans cock and rode him to ever stronger orgasms.
Once I'd climaxed for my umpteenth time, Charlie had me kneel up for him and buried his cock up my pusy and ass alternatively making his cock sink deeper up inside my body than any man had ever been. And it was that depth, that arc of his upward slanting cock that broke through my sexual resolve. I'd never felt so sexualised, or so used. I became everything sexual I've ever wanted to be with a man and it felt to me, utterly engrossing. I was his and and I told him so with each thrust of his cock deep up my holes.
Then like a mirror shattering, I saw myself through our sex in a different way. Charlie was cumming deep inside my pussy at the time, and my orgasm was peaking to admit his seed into my uterus. The significance of Charlie being able to fuck me that good, and receive his child giving seed didn't escape me. It also didn't escape every nerve ending in my body and I swear to you right now, that orgasm was the most all encompassing feeling I'd ever had. So much so when he withdrew and began to lap at my pussy and asshole, I had to stop him as I was sexually worn out.
However, Charlie and I continued to fuck throughout the next two hours and I became totally enraptured by him and his cock. The time we spent after our prolonged session fucking one another, was spent kissing and touching one anothers bodies.
My husband when he got in from work around midnight, got every single detail I could remember, much more than I've put here. He asked me if I'd bathed since Charlie had gone. Smiling at him I told him my pussy and ass was all his, if he wanted to taste Charlie's essence. In between my legs for the next half hour, my husband then man I adore with all my heart, paid homage to my pussy and ass, and in doing so, paid homage to Charlie and his copious amounts of cum.
It's a stasis which exists today. My husband and I still fuck, but he's now more and more interested in knowing about what Charlie and I get up to, and in doing so cleaning me out after every sex session I have with my twenty two year old lover.
The inevitable happened when my husband just couldn't keep up with my desires. And I found myself buying an array of dildo's without telling him. When he worked his shifts, I'd take out the dildo's from where I'd stored them, and literally fucked my pussy and asshole until I couldn't physically orgasm anymore. Many a time slamming two dildo's deep up my pussy and ass at the same time.
But there was something missing. And that something was a man fucking me. During a break from my fascination with my dildo's, I spoke to my husband about my need for more sex, and his response initially was to try and satisfy my urges. But, and it wasn't and isn't his fault, he just couldn't keep up with my insatiable appetite for being fucked long and hard.
Back to the dildo's, I swore to myself I'd stay faithful and only use the sex toys to keep me happy. That was until my husband found them. He dropped them on my lap as I was sat texting my sister, and asked me if they were what was keeping my sexually happy. When I said only partially, he responded in a way I wasn't expecting. My husband sat down next to me and said "Well maybe you should find a younger guy to keep you happy, but I want to know about everything".
It took a few minutes to fully grasp what he was meaning, and I got him to repeat what he'd said, just in case I'd misunderstood. Again he told me to find someone to fuck me, but added in "Make sure he's packed". With that my husband stood up, kissed my fore head and left me to think about what he'd just said.
It was three weeks later when I told him I'd spoken to someone who'd previously tried to chat me up, from the gym I attend. My husband bizarrely couldn't have been happier. So the following day when I knew my husband would at work, I arranged for Charlie to visit our home.
Charlie is twenty two and a self confessed sex addict. He's also very fit and muscular, and has a cock most men would love to have swinging between their legs. And at my first sight of his thick long cock that evening, I couldn't control myself, diving onto him and forcing his beautiful cock down my throat. We shared a very long and rough sixty where Charlie had my climaxing numerous times. But it was his delicious cock I wanted embedded in my pussy and ass, thet had me mounting him vaginally and anally as he lay on our huge leather sofa. The sight of breasts bouncing up and down as Charlie fucked me that first time will stay with me forever. I simply went to town on the young mans cock and rode him to ever stronger orgasms.
Once I'd climaxed for my umpteenth time, Charlie had me kneel up for him and buried his cock up my pusy and ass alternatively making his cock sink deeper up inside my body than any man had ever been. And it was that depth, that arc of his upward slanting cock that broke through my sexual resolve. I'd never felt so sexualised, or so used. I became everything sexual I've ever wanted to be with a man and it felt to me, utterly engrossing. I was his and and I told him so with each thrust of his cock deep up my holes.
Then like a mirror shattering, I saw myself through our sex in a different way. Charlie was cumming deep inside my pussy at the time, and my orgasm was peaking to admit his seed into my uterus. The significance of Charlie being able to fuck me that good, and receive his child giving seed didn't escape me. It also didn't escape every nerve ending in my body and I swear to you right now, that orgasm was the most all encompassing feeling I'd ever had. So much so when he withdrew and began to lap at my pussy and asshole, I had to stop him as I was sexually worn out.
However, Charlie and I continued to fuck throughout the next two hours and I became totally enraptured by him and his cock. The time we spent after our prolonged session fucking one another, was spent kissing and touching one anothers bodies.
My husband when he got in from work around midnight, got every single detail I could remember, much more than I've put here. He asked me if I'd bathed since Charlie had gone. Smiling at him I told him my pussy and ass was all his, if he wanted to taste Charlie's essence. In between my legs for the next half hour, my husband then man I adore with all my heart, paid homage to my pussy and ass, and in doing so, paid homage to Charlie and his copious amounts of cum.
It's a stasis which exists today. My husband and I still fuck, but he's now more and more interested in knowing about what Charlie and I get up to, and in doing so cleaning me out after every sex session I have with my twenty two year old lover.
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