Sharing Me, Changed Everything.
My husband said it was his fantasy, something he'd longed for us to try.
So I went along with his fantasy when we stayed in a seaside town a few weeks ago.
Basically we split up in a bar and my husband watched me being chatted up by several men.
I chose a guy who was the complete opposite of my reserved husband, and invited him back to our hotel room.
On the way we kissed, I sucked his cock a little and he played with my pussy. It was then once he was so horny, I told the guy my husband would be back at the hotel, but it was ok as he was into watching me being fucked (Even though we'd never done anything before).
It didn't phase the guy one bit and with my husband already back in the room, having walked past as I was having my pussy played with, he let us in.
There was cringey chit chat either, as the guy told my husband to move away as he kissed me hard.
We ended up on the bed and in a sixty nine, and I think at that point my husband was enjoying it.
However once we began fucking, both vaginal and anal, with the sex being savage, my husband started to protest.
I was loving it I have to say. The guys cock wasn't too much larger than my husband's, but the way he used me, the way he fucked me was totally different and I was orgasming from the moment he slid his cock into my pussy.
The sex was raw, dirty and quite forceful. I was Fucked, not made love to and my husband decided it was enough.
But the guy made my husband sit back down with a threat and carried on fucking my arsehole.
He swapped from my mouth to my pussy, then my arse in different positions and had me craving his cock.
It got to the point where I couldn't have cared less that my husband wasn't enjoying what he was watching me do. And I did everything the guy wanted me to.
It was in the early hours of the morning with my husband asleep on the chair next to the bed, that our guest left us. But not before he'd fucked me again in the shower.
It was a gentler kind of sex, but still more passionate than with my husband and afterwards I agreed to meet him again.
My husband was in a terrible mood the next day, but I kept reminding him it was His idea.
We've been back four weeks from our trip, and in those four weeks I've driven the fifteen miles once a week to meet up with my seaside lover.
We both know it's only sex between us, so we don't hold back. I've done things sexually with him, my husband would never want to do and that includes last week when I spent two hours at his home having sex with him and a friend of his.
They both fucked me in every hole and I cane away knowing I'll never be faithful to my husband again.
I'm already chatting to an older man who lives near us, and the conversations are getting more and more sexual. Its only a matter of time and opportunity before I invite him into our home for sex. And I just know from the things he's said, the sex will be rough.
Just the way I'm finding I love.
