We Do It To Enhance OUR Sex Lives

My fucking other men is a joint-venture, a partnership between my husband and I. He isn't bi and so he doesn't participate in any physical way, but he does give permission, he does watch, and he does enjoy. He can do this because he trusts me. He knows I love him and he knows I'm not playing as a pretext for looking for a better model of a man to upgrade to. He also knows I can keep my sex and my love separated. I realize not every woman can, but I find it rather easy to do, especially now that I'm content with the husband I have.

I do this because we enjoy sex with each other more owing to my body being used by other men. Did you catch that? This is 90% about improving the sex life of my husband and I. Now don't misunderstand, I didn't take this up as a last-ditch effort to improve a sagging or lackluster intimacy level with my husband; not at all. We had a wonderful sex life. In fact, it was his terrific enjoyment of me that led to his wishing others knew how wonderful I felt to fuck. He had been with many women before meeting me, so he felt he had a good reference base with which to conclude that I was dynamite. I'm not bragging, because I think he has those wife-adoration goggles on and I'm not actually so special, but the point is he thought I was. So we had a great sex life already. The difference is that I found I could raise his lust-point even higher when I would ask him to come home from work and do me, with him discovering only when he arrived that my pussy was already soaked with cum from a lover who had visited and already left. That's when the skyrockets fly! Sloppy seconds is his thing. He loves it.

My Pussy After A Massive BBC Cum Load Injection

So it's not about the fantasy of the other man. Yes they are handsome typically, and yes they are fun to have sex with; but before it happens it isn't the source of my pleasure and after it's over with it isn't the source of my pleasure--my husband is my source.

I don't IM with guys, I don't do video chat, and I don't masturbate thinking about the hot studly guys I've been with or am about to potentially enjoy. What gets me off is thinking about how ravishingly horny I can make my husband, and how hard he's going to POP when I remind him of the big black dick that pumped my pussy full of cum last week.

Let's be clear, my husband's excitement is my enjoyment. I confess that I also enjoy being the object of pleasure for these handsome men, and I enjoy being thoroughly fucked by studly guys; so yes, there's that benefit too. But the real eroticism comes from making my husband WANT ME so much. And want me he does.

When Hubby's Away, BBC's Play
Cell Pic Sent to Hubby by BBC 

I mean really, how many wives can make their husbands crazy with lust after many years of marriage? I expect every solid marriage is filled with passion as well as sensuality, and that is the bread and butter of our sexual connection as well. But every once in a while, probably about twice a week, I add the spice of reminding my husband that my pussy is the lust object of several men who enjoy it several times a year. OMG, that does it for my husband, he gets sooooo hard! He thrusts into me wildly. I feel like I'm the mistress, not the wife. He treats me like I'm the new conquest. He goes wild...for ME! So it's a lot of fun. It's fun during the time I enjoy being ravished by appreciative guys, but it's even more fun during the stretches of time in between those episodes, the times when my pillow-talk and the session's photos, taken by my husband, is the source of our erotic adventures.