Open Relationship

About a year ago, I gave in to my husband’s wishes of having an open relationship in our marriage. In truth, I never thought he would actually meet anyone else and for me I had no intentions of meeting anyone else.

Within the first month, he had gone on one date. It became a little more real at that point.

By the second month, it was maybe three dates. At this point, I told myself to allow the thought of other men sleeping with me to enter into my mind.

Month three: coffee shop interaction with a much much much younger guy. Three hours later I was sucking his cock in the parking lot at the park. This one interaction woke up a very dormant pussy and has brought me to where I am today.

I have not kept count, but I have given up my pussy, mouth or ass to dozens of guys in the last nine months. It was like the starter gun for a running race went off somewhere deep inside my pussy. My husband has not been able to match my desire or my activity and now he is unhappy we have an open relationship. To this is have explained that he asked for this and I have no regrets.

This is the cautionary tale of be careful what you wish for as you just might get it.