Why I Left My Husband

My husband and I decided to take some time apart and I went to stay with a long term friend of mine, “Dave”. I’ve been with my husband for over 10 years and I didn’t have much experience outside of him. A few nights after I started staying with Dave we were watching TV and I rested my head on his lap. After a while out the corner of my eye I caught a bulge and wondered if he was getting aroused. “Are you hard?” I asked him, he said “a little” and apologised. Sex was the last thing on my mind but I couldn’t help but be a little curious. 10 minutes later the bulge was still there, I gripped it to make a point, “You’re still hard?”, but he didn’t really react to me touching it at all. Instead he started to gently stroke my hair and I could tell where he wanted this to go.

I wouldn’t say I was pressured into it, but I felt a little obligated, maybe I was giving out the wrong signals, but I was also feeling a little horny too. I undid his zip, reached in and pulled it out, the tip close to my mouth. I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft and lapped at the tip with my tongue. His hand started to put some pressure on the back of my head and I inched closer, finally taking him in my mouth and started to blow him. He stopped pushing on my head and let me do my own thing and eventually announced he was ready to cum. I continued with the blow job while the signs of him about to cum grew dramatically. I was going to swallow as I didn’t want him to think I was a prude, I wanted to please him, but the taste of my husband’s sperm would make me gag. The moment came, my mouth filled with cum and I swallowed it, but it wasn’t at all like my husband’s. Don’t get me wrong, it was no chocolate ice cream, but it didn’t have the strong, musky taste of my husband, and was surprisingly easy to swallow.

I was worried it would be awkward after that but things didn’t really change at all. If anything it opened the flood gates as the day after we had sex for hours. A lot of it was oral and he was very complimentary about...well everything; my oral skills, how easily I orgasm, my body, how “wet” I get. The following day I told him I was quite submissive in bed and the next time we had sex we explored that more and he was very good at it where my husband hadn’t done anything to adapt; Dave held my arms, pinned me down, there was light choking and hair pulling, he knew how far to take things and never overstepped the mark. It wasn’t just being dominant, he seemed good and experienced at other things too. I’ve had aborted attempts at anal with my husband, but Dave used toys to prepare me first, gradually loosening me until I was able to have full anal sex with him.

That Saturday night I went out with friends and caught the eye of quite a handsome young man who turned out to be very well endowed. I spent the night at his but we didn’t sleep much. His cum was different from Dave’s but again not particularly unpleasant to taste. I had told Dave I was staying with a girlfriend, but the next day he was quizzing me to see if I’d “scored”. I eventually confessed thinking it would be dishonest to keep having sex with him without him knowing, but to my surprise he didn’t seem that bothered by it. A part of me wanted him to be bothered and it made it abundantly clear the difference between fucking and love making, and we were clearly just fucking.

I had sex with another long term male friend and patterns were emerging; men love giving oral sex far more than my husband, men’s cum doesn’t taste as bad as my husband’s, and men are quite happy to just have sex and it not be a “thing”.

I didn’t tell Dave about this friend and the next week was a blur of sex with Dave and sex with random men I picked up wherever that I also kept from Dave. At the two week mark I had had sex with Dave countless times, and sex with six other men. My husband wanted to work things out, and I did too, but my eyes had been opened. I googled the taste of sperm and found diet can help but how can I bring this up? “BTW I’ve swallowed about a litre of sperm these few weeks and yours could taste better”. Also could he give me more oral sex if I asked? Tie me to the bed on the odd occasion? Use my bum when I’m feeling particularly naughty?

I figured it was all or nothing, so I told my husband I’d had sex with another man (just one) and gave him a list of things I’d like him to change. He was upset I’d been with someone else but said he’d try but nothing really changed. As sad as it was I decided I needed to leave and find a man I’m more sexually compatible with, so I got my own place, and I’m kissing a lot of frogs but one day I’ll find my prince.