It certainly wasn’t my intention, and I’m totally OK with it. I’m just trying to tease out reality from a bunch of the myths you run across on the internet.
A few years ago I got hit with a neurological condition that pretty much killed my dick. After years of a great and satisfying sex life, it was a real bummer. I can still give her all the orgasms she can stand with my mouth and we’re still very intimate and close.
But it seemed selfish to deprive her of the full pallette of sexual experience because of my illness. I also wanted to take future resentment and possible temptation to cheat off the table.
Years ago we had played with the idea of having a MFM adventure, but it never went beyond dirty-talk. But she clearly got excited by the idea of being spit-roasted at least once in her life.
So I mentioned the idea of bringing in the occasional ‘guest star’ into the bedroom when she really was missing a good fucking. The rules were I had to approve of the guy, I would always be present. We talked and talked about it and aired our feelings. We read up on ethical non-monagomy and decided this was something we could handle without jeapordizing our relationship. Either one of us could pause the whole thing at any time if we got uncomfortable.