Straight Female / 32
Open Relationship
My husband and I had been married for 6 years when he asked me for an open relationship. At the time, I had the extremes of emotions - anger, sadness, curiosity and even excitement. I was sure it was because he was cheating on me already and this was a way of masking that.
He immediately started going out on dates (thus my previous sentence). At that point I felt betrayed and angry, so I started my own quest for additional lovers. But I was mad!!! Mad plus horny equals trouble!
I made an online profile and I was immediately overwhelmed with messages. I honed in on a handful and started to interact with each of them. Again, I was mad and I was going to get some cock. After about a week, I had set up three dates for the following week. Kevin, Patrick and Justin.
Kevin: 30, white, bigger guy, funny as fuck. We met for a drink and he ended up fucking me in the restaurant parking lot in my car.
Patrick: 42, white, very fit. We met for lunch and he ended up fucking me at the park in the back of his work van.
Justin: 27, black, super cool and very down to earth. We met at his work in the middle of the night. I sucked his cock for about an hour. He came several times and he made me cum several times with his fingers.
At that point, I was sure I had gone on more dates than my husband. The next week, I had two dates: Artie: 52, white, very big guy and super hung. He fucked me silly in my car and Steven: 23, white, in town working on a sewer project. He had energy to burn. He fucked me in his hotel room all night after work.
The next week, one date. His name was Nick and he was the devil. He was mid 30’s and extremely dominant. I met him for drinks and dinner; we never even got to dinner. He took me to his apartment and he made me submit to him. His words, his voice, his innuendo made my heart race, made my mind foggy and made my pussy burn. At one point while having a drink, he made me go to the bathroom and remove my panties. I did it and gave them to him when I returned. That is when drinks finished and we headed to his place. At his place, he made me into his ‘submissive bitch’. I confess - I was in heaven.
To recap: three weeks and six dates. My husband started to ask questions, to which I told him I would answer as long as he did not get mad or jealous. His first question: how many dates so far (six) and he was mad. Next question: all white guys (no) and he was angry. Third and last question: will you continue going on dates if I ask you to stop (no - you asked for this and I am having fun). He grabbed his keys and left for the night - I guess he stayed at his parent’s house that night.
We have had an open relationship for about 15 months. He hates it but he does date. I will confess that I love it. I have a steady flow of cock in my life and in me. It is very secretive for me and I understand that I would be considered a slut to anyone who actually knew the story. I have slept with or sucked around 50 guys since this started. Some have been repeats, but most are new. I met one guy who, with his two brothers, have gang banged me a bunch of times. My husband does not like this so I do not tell him about it anymore. I had one very young guy (20) and that was the oddest. I had one 60 year old and he came like a water fountain!!!
I have zero guilt. My sexual adventures do not affect my work. They are all safe and thought out. My husband isn’t always happy, but I can’t help that. I have no intention of stopping either.
He immediately started going out on dates (thus my previous sentence). At that point I felt betrayed and angry, so I started my own quest for additional lovers. But I was mad!!! Mad plus horny equals trouble!
I made an online profile and I was immediately overwhelmed with messages. I honed in on a handful and started to interact with each of them. Again, I was mad and I was going to get some cock. After about a week, I had set up three dates for the following week. Kevin, Patrick and Justin.
Kevin: 30, white, bigger guy, funny as fuck. We met for a drink and he ended up fucking me in the restaurant parking lot in my car.
Patrick: 42, white, very fit. We met for lunch and he ended up fucking me at the park in the back of his work van.
Justin: 27, black, super cool and very down to earth. We met at his work in the middle of the night. I sucked his cock for about an hour. He came several times and he made me cum several times with his fingers.
At that point, I was sure I had gone on more dates than my husband. The next week, I had two dates: Artie: 52, white, very big guy and super hung. He fucked me silly in my car and Steven: 23, white, in town working on a sewer project. He had energy to burn. He fucked me in his hotel room all night after work.
The next week, one date. His name was Nick and he was the devil. He was mid 30’s and extremely dominant. I met him for drinks and dinner; we never even got to dinner. He took me to his apartment and he made me submit to him. His words, his voice, his innuendo made my heart race, made my mind foggy and made my pussy burn. At one point while having a drink, he made me go to the bathroom and remove my panties. I did it and gave them to him when I returned. That is when drinks finished and we headed to his place. At his place, he made me into his ‘submissive bitch’. I confess - I was in heaven.
To recap: three weeks and six dates. My husband started to ask questions, to which I told him I would answer as long as he did not get mad or jealous. His first question: how many dates so far (six) and he was mad. Next question: all white guys (no) and he was angry. Third and last question: will you continue going on dates if I ask you to stop (no - you asked for this and I am having fun). He grabbed his keys and left for the night - I guess he stayed at his parent’s house that night.
We have had an open relationship for about 15 months. He hates it but he does date. I will confess that I love it. I have a steady flow of cock in my life and in me. It is very secretive for me and I understand that I would be considered a slut to anyone who actually knew the story. I have slept with or sucked around 50 guys since this started. Some have been repeats, but most are new. I met one guy who, with his two brothers, have gang banged me a bunch of times. My husband does not like this so I do not tell him about it anymore. I had one very young guy (20) and that was the oddest. I had one 60 year old and he came like a water fountain!!!
I have zero guilt. My sexual adventures do not affect my work. They are all safe and thought out. My husband isn’t always happy, but I can’t help that. I have no intention of stopping either.
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