[FM] I’m a shared wife

I love my husband. I promise I do.

Rob and I have been married for 10 years and have 2 wonderful children. We met in college—we both attended a religious university and met at church on Sunday. Rob was studying accounting and I was studying elementary education.

Early on, we discovered we were a great fit for one another. We just fit together like a puzzle piece. We loved the same music, movies, food, and pretty much anything else you could think of.

I was attracted to Rob for his good looks initially. He has an infectious smile and he is quite funny when he chooses to be.

Though I am no longer the spring chicken I once was, when we met I had a fabulous body, and I had a 4.0 gpa. Still I would say I have a pretty face, a good smile, bright blue eyes, and long straight brown hair. I’m tallish at 5’8” with a curvy figure, 36C, 28, 36, and long legs.

And the sex for the first 8 years was incredible. My body craves sex. It craves orgasms. I love to have long sessions of sex, and while Rob’s cock isn’t humongous, he’s always had incredible staying power. He was always able to bring me to multiple orgasms in various positions before he found his own release.

We were both virgins before we got married, and didn’t have any experience apart from some heavy petting while we were dating.

Rob and I used to speak so openly about our sex life, our likes, dislikes, and our limits. I love having him eat and pound my kitty. It can be gentle loving or hard rough pounding. We have tried and loved many positions. We’ve mostly had sex in our bedroom, but occasionally in the living room or the kitchen when the kids are asleep.

I’d say I’m probably more dominant then submissive in our relationship. I like to be in control. I e always been in the driver’s seat when it comes to sucking Rob’s cock. I would decide whether it was just foreplay or whether I wanted to make him to cum with my mouth. I’ve never really been in to having my face fucked, though I understand why men like it, and I’ve let Rob do it on occasion despite my desire for control.

When it comes to cum. I like it in my mouth or my pussy the most, but the occasional body and face shot was no unheard of in our household.

Another limit of mine is anal. Ive tried it twice and didn’t like it either time. Sorry—I’m probably too vanilla.

Then, about 2 years ago, Rob started having erection problems. He couldn’t stay up. He was only in his early 30’s so we figured with some rest he would be back to normal. He wasn’t.

Rob was too self conscious to seek medical help, and has fallen into a bit of a depressive state as a result. About eight months ago, we had a long but sort of vague talk. We would keep doing oral, hand things, and playing with toys, but he wanted me to be able to take care of myself the only way a cock could. He gave me permission to have sex with other men. I was shocked, but surprisingly not turned off to the idea. We left it at that and didn’t discuss if he wanted to know about it or not in the event that I took him up on that.

I did nothing for the first month, but our sex life was pretty much dead, and I grew weak. I needed to have sex.

So I downloaded a dating app. I set up my profile and preferences. Surprisingly I still got matched a lot and I explained my situation. Not everyone was keen to the idea, but to be honest I wasn’t sure I was either.

Then I matched with John. On paper, he seemed perfect, and he didn’t mind any no strings attached sex with a married woman.
John was divorced, and told me how much he liked my photos.

He wanted to meet up, and I agreed. I wasn’t sure at that point if I was going to be willing to go all the way, or if we would start with maybe just some touching, or maybe even oral.

I told Rob that I was going out with a friend and not to wait up. When I went to John’s place a couple towns away on a Saturday evening, he seemed very excited. I was extremely nervous, yet my body was tingling and my pussy was already damp.

John took me to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and told me to take off my clothes. I took off my clothes to reveal my lingerie underneath, a recently purchased orange babydoll top and matching panties. John whistled and I blushed. No one other than Rob had ever seen me like this.

“I’m glad you approve,” I told him.

I ran a finger over my covered slit. Then I slid my hand in my panties and rubbed my slick wet pussy to more rave reviews from my spectator. I pulled my hand out out and put my wet fingers up to my mouth, pausing for effect. Then I slowly sucked on my pussy-juice covered finger. My pussy was throbbing and I moaned in unison with John.

“Fuck!” I head him say under his breath.

“Should I remove my top?” I asked John with a smile.

“Yeah, take it off. Show me those fabulous tits.” John commanded.

The babydoll I had on had a front enclosure. I reached up and unfastened the clasp and slowly pulled away the bra cups, exposing my C-cup breasts.

My nipples were already hard. I cupped my breasts and then played and pulled on my nipples. I could see John getting hard in his pants. We hadn’t exchanged any nudes beforehand, and I wondered how well he was endowed, and if given a chance, would I enjoy his cock inside me.

“Rub your pussy.” John ordered.

I played with a nipple with one hand, and ran my other hand over my pussy, still enclosed in my panties.

“Yeah, just like that.” John said.

I looked down as I slid my thumbs into the sides of my waistband. I pulled the sides down a couple of inches and then looked back at John.

“Yes, take it off.”

I slowly peeled off my panties while John pulled his cock out of his pants. He started stroking himself. His cock appeared to be slightly bigger than my husband’s.

My pussy throbbed. This was all very erotic, and I hadn’t felt like this in years. I decided to put it all out there.

“I’m so horny. I need that thing inside of me!” I exclaimed as I produced a condom from my purse.

John smiled as he opened the package and rolled the condom down his cock. My body was tingling in anticipation.

John guided me to the bed and laid me down, hovering over me. Then he slid his sheathed cock into my wet, waiting pussy. He grabbed my legs with his hands and held my legs up and spread me wide open. His cock inside me felt fabulous, filling me.

“Liz, you are so sexy.” John said, as if trying to be a gentleman while fucking a married woman.

“Fuck me hard, John.” I told him. I couldn’t believe how quickly I went from pure hesitation to pure need and lust. John began pumping his cock in and out of me.

I never imagined this would be happening to me. I was having sex with a stranger after my husband had given me permission to do so. That’s right, I had permission, I remembered. Nothing to feel guilty about at the moment, not when it feels this good. I let myself enjoy the sex despite the guilt I knew I would have afterward.

John had a good sized cock which filled me very nicely. It really felt good. But I could tell that he was intent on his own pleasure with little attention to my needs. He was grunting and groaning as he thrust harder and harder into my vagina. I didn’t know how long he would last so I took matters into my own hands.

With my left hand I pulled and pinched my nipples and with my right I started playing with my clit.

“Oh wow!” I purred as I felt a rush of pleasure radiated from my clit. That plus John’s relentless pounding.

“Fuck yeah!” John said, “keep doing that, I’m about to cum!”

John was starting to sound winded while thrusting harder and faster. I could feel his cock swelling. I was on the edge too, I put hard pressure on my clit as I rubbed myself to climax.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh God!” I screamed as my body spasmed beneath John’s. I clenched my pussy around John’s girth and felt him explode.

“OOOOOOHHHH GOOOOODDD!” John howled. He finally stopped thrusting and I felt his cum spurt in loads in his condom inside of me.

John collapsed on top of me. It dawned on me. I had just had sex with for the first time with someone other than my husband.

John raised up and pulled out of me. Walking to his bathroom to remove his filled condom.

Afterward was awkward. I had to get back home. I awkwardly got dressed, gathered my things, nervously smiled, and waved goodbye before heading out.

As I lay in bed that night next to Rob, who was already asleep when I got home, the guilt came back. What had I become? Was I really this much of a slut that I was willing to sleep with other men? Should I tell Rob? He seemed like he didn’t want to know—would it just hurt him more? These are questions that I needed to answer, but I couldn’t deny how it felt to get stuffed with cock again. I didn’t think I would be able to stop. And I haven’t.

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