If I accept my husband's proposition that I let other men to fuck me, especially handsome, well-built men with large cocks, my husband will certainly thereafter say that he's earned the right to fuck another woman. Right?
Assuming I enjoy having studly men inside me (I do), and assuming my husband allows me to enjoy this privilege (which I didn't ask for), he will expect me to reciprocate and "allow" him to enjoy other women. It only makes sense. And I'm not up for that. In fact, there's no way in hell that I'm going to agree to something, anything, that enables my husband to fuck other women. As I said earlier, I enjoy and expect monogamous relationships.
If felt a like a con. I trusted my husband and wanted to believe him, but c'mon, reciprocation is the way of the world. So no, I won't do what my husband is asking for, lest I open a Pandora's box and create hurt feelings and resentments down the line.
At least, that was my initial reasoning process.
Even after he finally persuaded me to dabble in it, I kept looking for signs of his "true motive." I mean, he's a guy, and like any guy, he wants to lay women all over the place. He even admits to it -- to the urge, that is. He "gets it" as to why guys with so much to lose, up to and including the presidency itself, would lay it all on the line to bang some woman he hardly knows. But as for his ability or inability to keep his pants zipped up around other women, he assured me he was as strong as any husband. He too expects monogamy, from himself and from me (I'll explain that one in a later post). So he assured me he had no ulterior motive, that he would not use my playing as a pretext for him to play.
Did I believe him? Not at first. It seemed too good to be true, and you know what they say about those offers. But after long consideration, I dabbled. I let situations with other generally-monogamous couples run their course in hottubs and at parties, and eventually one or two descended into some soft play action. My husband was an oak, not in the hard cock way but rather in the virtuous way. He never used a situation to his advantage other than to shower me with attention and to play with me.
It took me a while, and several initial play opportunities, to reconcile my preconceptions with what I was seeing unfold. My husband was getting off on me. He was aroused by my sexual adventures. Sure, he enjoyed watching nude women on the occasions there were some around, but that wasn't his focus. He adhered strictly to my prohibition on his having sex with other women without wavering. That was the deal. It was the only way I would even consider venturing outside the normal structure of a marriage.
After longer still, he convinced me that he wasn't struggling to contain himself. He didn't have to use incredible willpower and self-control to not try to create couple-on-couple swinging situations. Those opportunities abound; in fact, it's easier to arrange couple-on-couple than to find an available studly guy who isn't freaked out by the request. Yet my husband has shown me over and over, and I'm completely convinced now, that he really is excited by my sexual prowess. He still oogles other women discretely and rewinds DVDs to catch the starlet's nude scene a couple of times, exactly as any married uber-guy would, but it's exactly as if we were in a completely traditional marriage -- except that every once in a while another man pulls his spent cock out of his wife's pussy. And he loves me for it.
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