His Values

We were happy, or so I thought. Our sex life was good, yet still he asked the same question.

Time after time I said no, and time after time he'd try again.
Eventually my resolve wore thin and I acceded to his wish.
He chose a young man, Calum, to share our bed. I know I am attractive and I know men and women look my way and think of deflowering me. Until Calum I was true to my husband, our marriage and my beliefs.

That night two men, one my husband fucked me. There was no love making. I was fucked in my mouth, my pussy and my arsehole. I tried not to welcome it as wonderment, as beauty, but the orgasms revealed otherwise.

Calum, young yet his sexual prowess was stunning in its brutality. His cock, that gorgeous cock with it's long length and thick tenure.
I worshipped it as I would, he, and my values changed. They fucked me all night and I became everything my husband had wanted of me. He even sucked out the semen from my vagina, this after the young man had flooded my sex.

By morning I wasn't the passive wife either. By the morning it was I who sought out the nineteen year old and his youthful zest.
He fucked me alone then, and without my husband's directions or whispered cries of need, I fully engorged myself of the teenager.
When my husband awoke and found us having anal sex, he chastened me. Calum was told to leave and then my husband told me I was to indulge when he, said I could.

That was the end of the conversation and within myself, that was the end of his control.

I no longer indulge my husband's desires in terms of others. I also control who I now have sex with outside of our marriage.

The door was opened by my husband, and the Pandoras box he chose to open, has forever freed my sexual self.

Once a wife and dutiful to only him. Now the woman who enjoys the total lust of both men and recently, women.