Last night I told Rob we needed to talk. I’ve felt for a long time that I have needed to talk with him about me sleeping with other men since he originally gave his permission, but the deeper I got into maintaining the secrecy of it, the worse I felt the outcome would be. So I didn’t say anything. I truly did not want my confession to upset him, but I knew it probably would. Still I knew that Rob loved me, and something inside me told me this was the right thing to do. I couldn’t deal with the guilt anymore.
We sat down and Rob asked me what was wrong. I was already a sobbing mess. I told Rob I loved him, and that I wanted him to know that I had been sleeping with other men when I went out at night or when he was at work and not telling him.
I paused, but Rob stayed silent. I kept talking. I kept apologizing, saying that when he gave me permission he didn’t say whether he wanted to know or not, and I didn’t want him to feel emasculated or anything, so I ended up sneaking around to screw men behind his back.
When he spoke Rob told me he loved me. He acknowledged that he did tell me that I was allowed to have sex outside of our marriage, but he was also hurt that I didn’t trust him enough to tell him what I was doing.
He wanted to move forward, but told me that if I wanted to keep doing what I was doing that I would have to tell him about every encounter, every specific detail of what I let those men do to me.
I agreed & said I would tell him everything I did, said, and felt with them. So I did.
After I told him everything I was surprised by Rob’s reaction. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it, it was harder then I had seen him in a long time, and it wasn’t going soft. Seeing him stroke himself so confidently after many months of me being unable to fully arouse him made ME aroused. Maybe Rob WANTED me to be that wife being fucked by some other man—or maybe that’s just what I wanted him to want.
I moved his hand aside and began stroking his cock for him before I went down on him and sucked him a few moments.
“Let’s go to bed.” He said as he pulled my mouth off his cock and led me to our bedroom.
We stripped naked and quickly got on the bed. Rob pushed me onto my back and got between my legs. He licked my clit while finger fucking my pussy to a quick orgasm. That’s usually what happened when we took things back to the bedroom lately. He would lick me to orgasm and would then have me blow him briefly until he came in my mouth.
But that’s not what happened this time. He was so hard that he lined his cock up to my pussy and slid into my wetness immediately, then we fucked in missionary position, doggie position, and then with me on top in cowgirl. In each position I had an orgasm, but not Rob. I was amazed. There was no dysfunction in his erection at all! He stayed rock hard and just kept on fucking and fucking. I was extremely aroused by his longer than usual stamina and how horny he was.
“What I told you really got you excited.” I remarked.
“Yeah, it’s so fucking hot.” He said as he continued to thrust into my body.
I was approaching yet another orgasm and I moaned.
“What do you think, Liz, will you keep having sex with other men??” he asked.
After experiencing his sexual response to my experiences, I wasn’t surprised by the question.
“I’ll do anything for this, for you!” I said. I was a bit curious about what he wanted for me to do, and if he would put any rules in place.
“None of them will get to fuck you raw, of course. That’s just for me.” He responded as he continued to shove his hard cock deep inside me.
“Yes! That’s only for you, baby! Please don’t stop fucking me!” I begged.
“Honey, tell me about the first guy again.” Rob said.
Retelling my experience with John while getting fucked by my husband was exhilarating. My pussy began clenching around Rob’s cock as I began another orgasm.
“As good as it felt physically, I felt nothing for them, Rob. For any of them.” I told him. Thinking about all the sex had my body tingling all over as ANOTHER powerful orgasm rolled through my body, possibly the best one. My muscles were twitching, my pussy clenched his cock hard, and I was gasping for air. It felt incredible.
Rob was obviously pleased that I agreed to continue fucking other men. He came hard, jetting his cum deep into my well used channel. I collapsed onto him, exhausted.
While my pussy was leaking Rob’s cum for the first time in over a year, we talked about guidelines. Rob wanted to keep sharing me, but he wanted everything safe and above board as well.
Moving forward these are the guidelines:
1. Any man that wants to have sex with me has to have proof of having had a vasectomy or some other proof of sterility. If there are still “bullets in the gun” the guy can’t have sex with me.
2. The guy has to have a recent medical report showing that he was free of STDs (something I already required).
3. The guy has to wear a condom when he puts his penis in my vagina or ass (I told Rob I haven’t and won’t do anal with anyone, but he included it just in case I changed my mind). Oral was okay without, but even with the vasectomy he wanted to be extra careful that I not get pregnant with another man’s baby or pick up an STD that the tests had missed.
4. Rob will be told of all arrangements that I make to have sex with a guy and he could say no at any time to any guy without needing a reason.
5. I would not agree to have sex with any guy more than once unless Rob and I both agreed to repeat visits.
6. I could only be with other men once per week, which is far more often then I had occasion to act previously.
7. If at any time Rob became uncomfortable with the situation he could tell me and I would agree to put a stop to all of it.
8. Finally, Rob wanted to be present, watching me have sex with other men, and if the man allowed it, taking photos (for posterity 😉).
I am so happy. Happy I don’t have to keep secrets from Rob anymore. Happy that I get to continue on this journey. And Happy that my relationship with my husband seems stronger than ever! I will update when or if we have any success.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pap009/fm_update_i_f30_told_my_husband_that_his_wife_is
On the one hand great, good for you. On the other hand those rules, ….. so you’re looking for a Unicorn then? I get the sentiment but in reality they don’t seem conducive, in a story yeah in a club or bar, I don’t see it. Well done on getting his mo-jo back though.
Great story!
However you went back and forth with 2 names? Rob and Bill
Well done!! Proud of you for having the talk, and it seems to have paid off in more ways than one
My experience tells me that your husband has a porn addiction or has also been having an affair. The no sex for a year with ED tends to be porn. He gets himself off when you’re not around and the ease of porn has made the effort of sex with another person seem too complicated. When you tell him the story he is living out real life porn in his head and he can get hard and wants to get off.
This phenomenon is prevalent in first responders, military, nurses and educators. Our studies are showing a connection between PTSD, porn consumption, and inhibited emotional processing of the prefontal cortex. Signs to watch for, constant frustration, controlling behavior, above average risk taking (high debt is associated with high risk taking), and non-complex emotional response (love, anger, or not much reaction).
I don’t usually ever post anything, but your story sounds like a scene I’ve heard replayed many times. If true it rarely has anything to do with the partner, it’s almost always associated with work stressors, or past emotional trauma.
Best of luck.
Wow.
This is totally (if a little late) a story about how important it is to define an open relationship with its openness.
And I don’t just mean open to having sex with other people, but open communication and open feelings. Discussing everything is absolutely essential. Not lying or sneaking around is absolutely essential. Telling your partner everything about everything is absolutely essential.
Because if you can’t do that, misunderstandings happen and feelings get hurt. And being afraid of what the other person will think will cause you to lie again.
Never again! Your relationship is now a no-lie zone forever!
Thank you for sharing!, (note to self… Book that vasectomy asap 😉)