When my husband first told me that he fantasised about me fucking other guys, its fair to say I was a little bit surprised. I wondered if it was some kind of test. If he was going to start calling me a cheat and a slut if I said I wanted to do it. Then he told me what he liked about it: the thought of relinquishing control, seeing the woman he loved animalistically fucked by someone with all thought of emotion taken out of it. I was very keen on the idea.
We began to explore his fantasy slowly at first, as appears to be the done thing. I made a profile on a dating app and we would spend a couple of hours every other evening swiping through the never ending barrage of horny guys that we were faced with. I would talk about the ones that I thought were hot and we’d send them a couple of messages. It took a while before I became completely comfortable with the idea but I soon began exchanging dirty messages with the guys on the app. And I would read them out to my husband while he fucked me and I’d feel how much harder it made him and how much more it made him want me. I’d talk about other men we’d seen, telling him how I wanted to be used by them. That led to some of the best sex we’d ever had. It’s safe to say we were both into the idea.