Enjoying Our Lives

It's not very often I'm left speechless, or wanting a man sexually, so much.
As a married woman and truly faithful, or so I thought, attending a female private party and seeing the two male strippers performing, I was utterly shocked at the sight of one of the men.
His penis, which lots of the girls there wanted to at least touch, was as they'd advertised, over nine inches and so very thick.
The thing is, the stripper eventually gravitated towards me, saying out loud at one point, he preferred good looking fit older women.
Being in my mid thirties and a bit of a gym rat, plus having a high libido and more drinks than I usually have on a night out, I found myself asking the male stripper if he was looking for someone to spend the night with.
To everyone looking on, it might have looked like I was refusing to touch his now erect cock. And even though I didn't touch him or his gorgeous looking penis, I did let him know out loud which room I was staying in at the hotel a few streets away.
This is where I'm supposed to say my marriage is rocky, or that my husband doesn't enjoy sex. I might even lie and mention something about my husband not having a sizeable dick. But then it would all be untrue and not why I opened the hotel door to the male stripper.
As soon as he entered pushing me down onto the floor, he pretty much forced his cock into my mouth, fucking my throat. And then over the next hour and a half, proceeded to fuck me like a rag doll in lots of wonderfully orgasmic positions.
My mouth, pussy and arsehole were utterly pummelled over and over again until I was literally exhausted from the orgasms he fucked me to.
When I was falling asleep with his cock pressing against my back as he spooned me, I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy and arse, but all he did was get closer, squishing the semen between us.
Waking up the next morning, we had sex in the shower, then again before we packed our bags to go home.
You see the male stripper is my husband, and there isn't a show he does that I don't attend.
No one in the audience that night knew he was my husband and I heard a few young women saying I was a lucky bitch to have him say what he did about going to my hotel room.
Yes a couple got to stroke his cock and one even sucked on it for a while. But I knew he was all mine, even if I wouldn't have minded an extra young female to enjoy too.
I'm my husband's manager and I'd made the posters for the show.
His colleague is a personal friend too, but not in any way sexual.
We do share other women occasionally, but only together. It may sound strange hearing that we don't cheat on each other, but we genuinely don't.
My husband has mentioned recently if I'd like to indulge in a mmf threesome, and it's something I know he'd like to happen. I'm not sure if that's because he'd like to watch me with another man, or that he himself is interested in cock.
Either way I'm not overly worried or in a rush to engage that way. But if my husband wants to enjoy cock, then I certainly won't be getting all jealous about it.