His Slut Wife

I used to be the very definition of a basic housewife. My days were filled with the mundane tasks of cleaning our home, homeschooling our child, cooking our meals, and running the necessary errands. My husband and I had a great s*x life with a cabinet full of sexy extras to spice things up from time-to-time. Then, everything became steamier. One night, as my husband admired my naked body as I rode his rock-hard c**k, he asked me to talk dirty to him. Being the sarcastic b***h that I am, I leaned over and as my hard n*****s grazed his chest I whispered how I was dirty because I had let another man bend me over our bar stool and pound my p***y earlier that very day. Furthermore, my usually tight cunt was a bit looser and dripping wet because this mystery man had given me such a big load of c*m. As I said the word c*m, my husband grabbed my hips, thrusted forcefully into my willing channel, and exploded with excitement. I wasn't quite finished yet, but the thought of being f****d by two c***s in one day had aroused me too much to just go to sleep. I remained on my husband's half-hard c**k, grabbed my favorite vibrator from the side table, and began thinking of the story I had just told and how hard my husband came from hearing it. As I delved deeper and deeper into my fantasy, my husband gently caressed my body and sucked on my n*****s until my body started shaking and my snatch quakingly came on his shaft. As we laid in the aftermath of our lust-filled evening, his c**k glistening and our juices running down my ass, we both shyly stated that while it was a fun fantasy it wasn't something we thought we would actually do in real life. As the lusty thoughts wore off, I felt a bit dirty for cumming so hard from my forbidden fantasy; however, I couldn't deny that my husband came harder than usual as well. We both quickly fell asleep, still covered in the aftermath of our evening activities. We didn't discuss that fun-filled evening for about a month. Then, sheepishly, my husband brought it up one night after we finished making love. He asked if I remembered that time I talked about another man taking me from behind. When I indicated that I definitely remembered that night, he asked if I would ever, maybe want to try doing things with another man in real life. I was totally shocked! I had spent our entire marriage thinking my husband was the possessive type, and now he was asking me if I would be open to s*x with other men. How was this possible? Was this a trick question? I was a little apprehensive about the situation. What if the action wasn't as good as the anticipation for either or both of us? What if jealousy reared its ugly head after the fact and our relationship was destroyed? After further, and definitively not as sexy, conversations occurred we decided to try it once. And the hunt began.