Three warnings, that's what I gave my husband to get his act together and give the kind of sex I wanted. The frequency and type of sex we used to have. But Tom being Tom he thought it was a bluff on my part.
The last warning came as a statement to him. Either he fucks me a lot more often and with real zeal, force and all out anything goes sex, or I'm going to find someone who will. His response was to tell me "Yeah right woman, I'm not a robot". Four times in one year. That's the amount of sex we had before I gave him the last warning. And each of them was over and done with in less than five minutes. Wham bam thank you mam.

Robert, Rob, isn't anything like Tom who's tall, fit and muscular. He's in his late forties, a little overweight and not that inspiring to look at. Yet where as Tom's libido is in a one to ten ratio, a two. Rob's libido is a very hard thick ten. His cock isn't massive, seven and half inches, but it's so fat and it's always it seems, erect.
And Rob is one dirty always up for it horny bastard. In the five months we've been having an affair, we've fucked in bed, all over our home and garden, on a train, countless times outdoors at various places. In both of our cars, in my office at work (Quite a few times) We've had oral sex in a theatre, in a restaurant. And only a few days ago in front of a line of people waiting to get into a sports event. During a break in the action, we went to the gents and had a some action of our own, as Rob fucked me in a cubicle as men outside encouraged him to fuck me.

All of this I love. I adore being used, being treated like a common slut. And if there's one thing I'm not with my background and upbringing, is common. But the best thing is Rob's ability to carry on fucking me, after he and I have both climaxed, me several times.

Last weekend as Rob was fucking me up against a dry stone wall up in the peak district, Tom phoned me. Rob had me answer the phone as he slipped his cock up my arsehole. With Rob fucking so hard, I had a brief conversation with Tom. He enquiring at one point if I was at the gym, as I was panting and moaning that much.

Now that I've come down this road, I'm not going back. Rob knows I only want a sexual relationship with him and he's more than okay with it. Having this kind of rough, anywhere anything goes sex, is precisely what my husband should be offering me. He isn't so I'm going to get it without him from now on. Whoever and whatever age is capable of giving me what I need.