When my husband asked me a simple question recently, I didn't want to answer him. The question which he asked after we'd just had an amazing afternoon of sex, one which involved another younger male, was "How many men have you had sex with".
The youth involved in our threesome, was someone we both picked from the internet. It was my thirtieth birthday and my husband wanted to fulfill one of his fantasies by arranging a fuck session I wouldn't forget. What shocked my husband, was how ready I was two receive two cocks fucking all my holes, mouth pussy and ass. Even having them both slide their dicks up my asshole at the same time, sending me into orgasmic overdrive.
There was no recriminations from my husband as such, only a quizical pondering of my past sexual life. The thing is I lied to him, telling him I'd slept with eight different men, including Sam the youth we'd just entertained.
In reality I've had sex with over fifty men. Some have been in threesomes like with Sam and my husband, Lots have been one night stands, and a couple have been family members.
The only reason the figure isn't much higher, is I was chastened after a very strict religious upbringing. The shackles of my sexual urges were finally obliterated, when a specific older man showed me precisely what a man with a large cock could teach me. I was twenty then, and my teacher in sex was my families church leader.
After him, I went cock crazy for a while and experienced many forms of sexual depravity. Yet when I met my husband everything changed. Until the Menage a Trois with Sam, I was more than content with how we kept each other happy sexually.
After experiencing the threesome and my husband's obvious enjoyment of seeing me being fucked by another man, I've lusted after the feeling all over again.
My problem now, is do I tell my wonderful husband about my whole past, or do I keep it secret and hope my lustful thoughts recede with time.
Or is it I'm just kidding myself, and should lead my husband back into that seedy world I once loved so much.