I got PTSD from fucking on our Honeymoon [MF]

My husband and I will be celebrating our anniversary later this year. He’s the love of my life, my soulmate, my leader, my Dom. I always say that we are both very fortunate to have found each other and to have such a strong and open marriage as we have today.

Sexually, we’re are in a Hotwife marriage. Admittedly, it’s easier for us to find a man for me, than it is a woman for him. Just the numbers game. However, we didn’t start including others until we were officially husband and wife. For us, it was important that we were married before starting on this lifestyle. So the first real opportunity to play and fuck, was on our honeymoon.

After the wedding, we honeymooned in Las Vegas. For 12 days. Las Vegas is a great city, it’s basically a city that can be whatever you want it to be. Gambling, dining, relaxing, partying, fucking… it has it all. For those who don’t have self control, just my husband and I, it can get pretty crazy. Especially if you’re there for 12 days, looking to fuck and let loose.

Those 12 days was bloody barmy. I’m trying to think of a witty, funny comment here. But simply put, I was a complete and total slut. I fucked a new guy each night. Sometimes, more than one guy at a time. Some were planned, some weren’t. For example, one of the first nights, my husband somehow planned for my ex boyfriend to fuck me. An ex boyfriend who I absolutely despised and hated. And he would say the same of me. I never knew what a hate fuck was, until that night where my ex absolutely destroyed me. Another night, I found myself stripping at this high end Vegas gentlemen’s club, for amateur night. It was fucking insane. I never knew how much I loved male attention, until I was on stage being shown off as a newlywed bride.

During the honeymoon, not only did I fuck these other guys, I of course fucked my husband. And let me tell you, it was mind blowing. I mean, we talked and discussed this lifestyle leading up to the honeymoon. And we were both so excited. But when it finally came to fruition, it just pulled us even closer together. Honestly, that honeymoon sex with him, is probably the best sex that I’ve ever had. I remember one time, where I just returned from fucking this guy. My pussy used and worn, cum smeared all over my body. It’s 7AM, and I’m in this skimpy dress, stumbling in my high heels as the tourists are gawking at me. When I saw my husband, he could not be more proud of me, and I in turn could not be more grateful for him. Imagine scenes like that happening each day for 12 days straight. And that was our honeymoon.

After the honeymoon, we came home and I was in this weird state of shock. Or withdrawal. Or… I don’t know. It’s like PTSD, but I’m wary of using that diagnosis, since that is a legit, terrifying condition that affects so many people. But I hope you know where I mean. For the days/weeks afterwards, I felt like I was still on the honeymoon. Random guys that I met in my yoga class – I just wish my husband would just say yes. My husband, introducing me to a new work colleague – I thought I was supposed to sleep with him. The male attention I got when wearing something sexy, I felt like I was back on stage at the strip club. The gawks from other women… just like my numerous walks of shame in Vegas. Honestly, I was in this haze, this trance for a good week or so.

Also, afterwards, I developed these weird quirks, or triggers that remind me of the honeymoon. For example, wearing white thigh highs. That’s what I wore that night at the strip club. For some crazy reason, when I wear them now, I get so fucking turned on, it’s crazy. It’s like a Pavlov’s dog effect, I suppose. Weird stuff too, like when I’m in an elevator and hear the doors open. That’s a trigger for me. Or the smell of a super strong/spicy bourbon. That’s a trigger for me. Weird, right? Lingerie too, that’s a big one for me, but more obvious. In my crazy mind, those triggers aren’t just normal sounds or smells, it’s a recollection of how slutty I can and should be. Those silly things have stayed with me, even today.

Looking back, our honeymoon was an amazing, erotic time. Admittedly, we were reckless, naive, not careful. We didn’t have a plan, rules, or process. But looking back, we learned so much about ourselves, our sexuality together, what our marriage could and should be. Thankfully, we’re clean and safe today, and we developed our own rules for playing. I’m also better, mentally. I’m not in this haze or trance, it doesn’t overwhelm me like it did before. But fuck, the honeymoon was bloody crazy, strengthening our marriage, forever changing us.

I just can’t wait until we renew our vows.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bmi32r/i_got_ptsd_from_fucking_on_our_honeymoon_mf