As a single girl I was very promiscuous – before meeting hubby in my mid-thirties I had slept with over a 100 guys. In the few longer-term relationship I had, I was monogamous, because I was raised to think anything else indicated there was something wrong. Even though I was very liberal and feminist about sex – always a big fan of Dan Savage and was respectful of non-monogomy. I thought about (and still do) sex as transactional, meaning it’s about pleasure and doesn’t require love. I figured that if I didn’t get married I would just find a male masseur who would regularly get me off.

Growing up with romance novels, I like men who are sexually aggressive and sweep me off my feet to ravish me, even better if I’m conflicted about it and they see my “no” as secretly meaning “yes” … assuming of course I don’t actually mean no, which I know is tricky for guys.

When I met my husband I knew right away he was boyfriend and maybe even husband material. So I made him work for it. Made him wait 3 dates to fuck. He not only respected that, he made it difficult for me to stick to my rule … teased me until I wanted to break my own rule … and when I did, he made me wait! By the time of our third date we were so horny we skipped the date and went straight to bed.

He was good in bed. He knew how and where to touch me. He ate my pussy (which not enough guys do) and ate it with skill and passion. I was disappointed his cock was only average sized, as I love being really full and stretched, and had recently been having a good run of really hung guys. But he knew how to use it and he fucked me proper. It was perfect.

He fucked me without a condom. He didn’t ask if I wanted to use one and I liked that. And when it was time for him to cum, he didn’t ask where I wanted it … he just came inside me, which I loved. I like how he used me. I’ve never been fully satisfied when a man doesn’t cum inside me – that’s the most natural thing.

Once he came, an old reality came back to me. There I was all hot and bothered still, no orgasm yet, and I figured he’d be like every other guy and leave me hanging. I wondered when I could get myself off and if he’d be offended if I got my vibe out.

But before I could think another thought, he was going down on me. I was shocked I had a guy who cared about my orgasm and for a brief moment I lost myself to the pleasure of his mouth sucking and lapping at me. But that’s when I realized he had cum in me … or I thought he had … and assuming no guy would eat his own cum, I thought maybe he hadn’t cum and I was disappointed that perhaps I hadn’t pleasured him like I thought I had. So I asked, something like “wait, did you cum?” He looked up at me between my thighs and with a devilish grin said “oh yeah. I pumped you full of so much cum” and went back to eating. I said shocked “aren’t you eating your cum then?!” He stopped briefly and said “my favorite thing in the world is to eat a woman after she’s been well fucked and is full of cum. Eat her until she orgasms over and over. In fact I need it regularly. So if we’re going to date, you’ll need to feed me your pussy, full of cum, a LOT. And you should know, your fucked pussy is the best I’ve ever tasted.”

That was music to my ears and I laid back and let him do his thing to me. Multiple times per day, every day, for weeks. We couldn’t get enough of each other. And being the dirty talker and tease that I am, I would seduce him by asking him to eat his cum.

Eventually I had to tell him that before him, I had a booty call arrangement with my building manager and that he was quite jealous I hadn’t been fucking him for weeks. I warned hubby that he may run into him in the hall or lobby, so he should be aware. Hubby jealously asked if building manager was good in bed, how big he was, etc. and I had to be honest on both counts that he was quite large and a great fuck … but that he didn’t make me cum like hubby did.

I was shocked by what hubby said next – he asked if I wanted to have a threesome! I had always wanted a proper threesome. I tried one once in my early 20s with two black guys, but freaked out half way in because I couldn’t handle the size or aggressiveness with which one of them was trying to fuck my ass and mouth. They were too big and I felt too vulnerable. So this was intriguing – two guys I knew and trusted, both good in bed, one not so big I can’t take him in my mouth or ass. But I was hesitant, because I was in a relationship now and relationships are supposed to be monogamous. So told him it sounded awesome, but I was afraid and didn’t want to change the way he felt about me.

End of story … so I thought. A week or so later, hubby comes over one night as planned and told me he had a surprise. In walks building manager. After our conversation hubby had gone to his apartment and pitched the threesome! We fucked for hours

The first time building manager came inside me I never suspected hubby would go down on me to eat another guy. But when he did and I expressed my shock, he told me that as much as he loves eating his own cum out of a woman, what really turns him on is eating another guy’s cum. That was so hot I came on his mouth harder and more times than I ever had before. They fucked all my holes over and over all night long. And every time one of them came – in my pussy, my ass, my mouth, on my tits - hubby would be there immediately to kiss it, lick it, clean it. I loved it! In fact my not-yet-hubby was like a ravenous animal in how he ate me, kissed me, fucked me. I had never experienced such intense desire and passion from a lover before and I wasswept away in it. 

When we were done and building manager left, laying in bed cuddling, sweaty, sticky … that was the first time we told each other that we loved each other. That is when we had the conversation that would change our lives