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My husband want's me to fuck other men. It seems so raw, and wrong. I'm married, I belong to one man. I shouldn't enjoy others like I did when I was dating. I should get everything from just one man. The longer I think about it, the more stupid it started to sound.
I'd fucked dozens of guys, why not one more, my husband wants me too. Right?
And it's not like I don't have a box of dildo I use regularly, especially the big one that I stick to the wall in the shower. The one my husband likes me to use when I suck him off in there. As I slide the rubber cock in and out, I never think of my husband. It's always a fantasy guy. Sometimes a friend, sometimes a co-worker. If I'm honest with myself, I've fucked more men in my mind since I have been married than when I was single. I've made my decision.
"Honey," I call to my husband. "Yeah?" "I'm using my really big dildo. The one that stretches me so wide I can't feel you anymore." "Oh?" "Yeah, can you call your friend Thomas, the one you said had a really big dick." "Really?" "Yeah, call him and then get in her and get under me to lick my clit while I stretch myself more for him."
I know I made the right decision when my husband came three times, jerking off, licking me before Thomas arrived.
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