I live in the country where it seems every other guy is over 6’2”, huge muscles, farmer’s tan, and tats. I married a nice average-sized guy. He’s tall and fit but I would never be afraid of him if he came after me. The other guys, however, I would not be able to fight back against.
While on the outside, my husband appears sweet and innocent, he was actually a bit twisted. He loved watching other men watch me. When we went to a bar, we would walk in separately so no one knew we were together. I would dress seductively and flirt like crazy. Occasionally, I would walk over to where my husband was sitting to order a drink and he would grab my hand so I could feel his big cock rock hard under his pants. He never shared me but sometimes I think it’s only a matter of time because when we get home after one of our outings and fuck, he asks me which one of the guys I flirted with would I want. I would tell him which one then remind him that him watching me fucking another guy, sucking the other guy off with me, and taking sloppy seconds drove me wild. This leads to him telling me what a dirty little whore I am and getting spanked.