Hubby isn’t that big. He’s not micro, but definitely smaller than average. He’s great and I love everything about him. We have always had a great relationship, but I have definitely needed more than what he was packing (I prefer them larger than average). Yes I’ve cheated and yes I’ve fucked his friends without him knowing. Early in our relationship he told me he was cheated on, but it turned him on so I took that as liberty to fuck around. (As I mentioned in an earlier story, I took his virginity. He grew up religious and was saving himself, thinking his ex was doing the same thing. They fooled around but never had sex. He found out that she actually wasn’t saving herself. He was no longer religious when we met, but he was still a virgin.) There were times I wanted to tell him, but there was also something hot about him not knowing.
Well, he found out I was cheating. Apparently a picture I sent to a couple of his friends and acquaintances circulated around to one of his other friends who told him. He confronted me and I was honest with him. He calmly said he needed some alone time and walked out. I felt genuinely terrible! I started crying, not because I was caught but because he’s such a great guy and I hurt him! I thought of every derogatory term about myself you could think of. I had a problem and needed help. I didn’t blame him if he wanted to leave me and expected that he would.
After a couple excruciating hours, he came back and sat down. I sat across from him and he started asking questions, very detailed questions. He asked how many times, with whom I cheated, where, was it good, did I like it, etc. I expected these type of questions. But then he asked if they were bigger. I was honest and said, “yes”. He asked if I enjoyed them more. I told him, “No I love you!” He clarified and said, “Not emotionally but physically. Did I physically enjoy them more”. Again, I was honest and said, “Yes, but only physically”.
Then the conversation turned in a way I didn’t expect! He asked if I still loved him and would I ever leave him just because I enjoyed having sex with someone else more. “No! Not ever! I love you and you’re amazing! We’re so good together in every other way! There’s just a physical ache I get that I can’t explain.” Then he said, “It’s okay. I forgive you and I love you. I told you it turned me on when my ex fucked others and I’m actually turned on hearing about you doing the same thing.” I couldn’t believe my ears!
We talked for several more hours and then fucked like rabbits the whole night! This isn’t the best way to open up your relationship. I understand that people are often hurt beyond repair, but I got lucky.
Yes I still fuck other guys and yes he doesn’t know sometimes. More of his friends have seen me naked than he knows. But he likes that, and so do I. Now my marriage is stronger than ever! He likes to know that I’m fucking other guys, especially larger guys, even if I don’t tell him. He especially likes to hear that he’s on the smaller side. He likes knowing that i could be out fucking at any moment he’s not around me, or with any guy I know. He likes the mystery and so do I! He also likes it when I tell him too, so I go back and forth between telling him and keep him guessing depending on my mood.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zrnxo7/my_husband_found_out_i_was_cheating_25f
Not much to say other than to keep doing what you’re doing. At least the secret coming out ended on a good note.