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06/06/2015
My name is Debbie and my husband and I have been happily married for 21 years. We married in 1994 and Mark is my third husband. When we got married my husband was 26 and I was 41, so there was a significant age difference. Not only that, but there is a generational difference as well when it comes to matters of sex and sexual interests.
Men from my generation are much more selfish when it comes to pleasuring their partners than men from my husbands generation. For example, my previous two husbands rarely went out of their way to make sure I had an orgasm, but Mark always does. In fact, Mark will work me over with his mouth for thirty minutes if that is what it takes to bring me to orgasm. Before Mark I had never experienced someone so determined with pleasuring me.
Over the years Mark and I would talk about out sexual desires. At first I was very reluctant. My second husband used to say he was interested in my sexual desires and that he wanted me to act sexy and do things with him, but when I did he would either belittle me or laugh at me, which was an obvious turn-off. So I let that part of me slip away and never thought about it again until Mark began asking me about it years later.
One of the things that changed my mind about opening up with Mark about my sexual ideas and fantasies is that Mark is fearless about sharing his with me. Over and over he will tell me what turns him on about this or that, so one night I decided I would dip my toe into those waters once again. At this time we had been married a little over 10 years (I know, I moved very slow) and I told Mark that one of my fantasies is to use a dildo with him. Mark got so excited by me telling him this that he immediately got an erection and we made love right on the couch. From there on I continued to gain confidence that I could tell Mark any and all of my fantasies and that he would not make fun of me or humiliate me for having them.
From the very beginning of our relationship Mark shared with me one of his biggest insecurities. You see, Mark has a pretty small dick. I had never thought of myself as a “size queen” but I had to admit that Mark has the smallest dick I have ever been with. But truthfully I was not concerned with his lack of size in this regard because he treated me so well and that alone was sufficient to make me desire to be with him sexually. That alone made me orgasmic with him. However, if I am to be honest then I would have to say that Mark is really small. So when Mark came home the next day with a 7” dildo for us to play with I had to admit that I was surprised. When I asked him why he had chosen one “bigger” than him he said something very interesting to me. He told me that he was no longer concerned about his small dick because I had given him all the confidence he needs with it. So, he told me “I want to give you everything, sexually, that you desire Debbie.” You can imagine how excited, how turned on I was at that moment.
So, after a couple of years of playing with our “big friend” Mark, out of the blue, asked me if I could feel the difference between our “big friends” cock and his. I could see the lust in his eyes when he asked me this so of course I told him I could, and besides, it is true that I can easily tell the difference between them. At the time we had already finished playing with our “big friend” and Mark was in me so he asked me what the difference was. I could hear the deep passion in his voice but I did not want to hurt him so I didn’t say anything, hoping he would forget his question. But Mark was undaunted and asked me again “What can you feel Debbie, what is the difference between our big friend and me.” So I gave in and told Mark that I could feel that our friends cock is bigger than his. The reaction was almost immediate. Mark exploded in orgasm, his ejaculation the most powerful I had ever experienced. Instead of having his feelings hurt he was excited, he was intensely excited by me saying something that I thought would have hurt him since he had told me, years ago, that he was insecure about his small dick.
Later that evening Mark told me that he loves the thought that I can feel the difference between them and that it turns him on to no end that he is smaller than our “big friend” and yet I still desire him. That continued for a while longer, me whispering into Mark’s ear that I could feel how much smaller his dick is when compared to our “big friends” cock until one night Mark surprised me once again with another fantasy of his. He told me that he thought it might be fun to play with another man. At this point I was emphatic, no way I said.
But as time went, and Mark would tell me of his fantasies of me being with another man, I would play along a bit. We would always break out our “big friend,” now an 8” dildo, and we would make mad, passionate love. So at this point, now 16 years into our marriage, I began to think about other men, being with them sexually. But those thoughts were almost always with the idea of pleasing Mark and not myself. That was true up until I met Jason.
Jason is a kind, generous and handsome man. He was always friendly with me at work, but never flirtatious. At times we would have our lunch together and then one time he told me how attracted I am to him. From that point on I began to look and think about Jason in more sexual ways and I would flirt with him in very small ways, nothing too serious because I didn’t want to give him any wrong ideas about me. Then, a few months later, Jason asked me to meet him for lunch one weekend. I told Mark I was going to meet a co-worker for lunch and would be back in about an hour. So I went to meet Jason for lunch. The whole time Jason and I flirted over lunch in a much more meaningful way. I have to admit, I was thoroughly excited the whole time.
After lunch Jason suggested we get a room at the hotel across the street and I immediately agreed. I couldn’t believe it, I had just agreed to cheat on my husband and was excited, turned on by it. When we got up to our room it had already been an hour so I called Mark and told him that I would be another hour and Mark said that was fine. So I thought to myself that Jason and I were a go, and again I got so turned on, so excited.
Immediately I began to take Jason’s clothes off, and when I finally pulled his pants down I looked and could see his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs. I could easily see that Jason’s cock is significantly larger than Marks and I moistened at the thought. I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled down Jason’s boxer briefs, revealing that big cock of his to my eyes. I have never measured Jason but I’d say he is somewhere between 7 and 8 inches, and beautifully thick too. Wrapping the fingers of my left hand around Jason’s beautiful, big cock I began to suck on him. At one point I pulled my mouth off of him and looked at his big cock. At that point I could see Mark’s wedding ring upon my finger and I got such a thrill out of seeing that that I almost had an orgasm on the spot.
At this point I jumped up on the bed, spread my legs wide and told Jason “I need to feel you deep inside me.” Jason and I had sex for the next hour, in lots of positions, bringing me to orgasm several times, until the end with Jason on top of me he grunted his ejaculation deep inside my open pussy. After Jason’s release we quickly got dressed and I drove straight home, not even cleaning up after our heated fucking because I didn’t want to make Mark wonder what I was up to and I had already pushed my time as far as I was able.
So five minutes later I pulled up in our driveway and at that point it hit me. I had just cheated on the man I love more than life itself and I felt dirty, disappointed and scared. As I walked in Mark was there to greet me and my heart stopped. I knew that if I didn’t get right upstairs and jump into the shower Mark would smell Jason on me and I would be found out. I was terrified when Mark gave me a deep kiss, because I had just had Jason’s big cock in my mouth. I knew my time was short so I pulled away and told Mark I wanted to take a shower, but Mark just pulled me back to him and told me that for the past two hours he had been thinking about me constantly and that he desperately wanted to go down on me. HOLY SHIT!!! Jason’s sperm was still inside me and Mark is wanting to go down on me? I will definitely be found out. “Not a chance Mark, not until I have showered and cleaned up.” But Mark just grabbed my hands and pulled me down to the floor, reached up under my dress and pulled my panties off before I could stop him. When Mark pulled my panties off I could feel Jason’s thick, warm sperm all over my pussy.
Mark spread my legs and all I could do was close my eyes. If I pressed more for him to stop I feared Mark would get suspicious so I decided I would just take my chances. Besides, I can’t tell you how excited I was at the thought of my husband dipping his tongue deep inside where Jason’s big cock had just been minutes ago. So I opened my legs a little wider and pulled my dress up, giving Mark’s tongue and mouth free access to my pussy. Without hesitation I sensed Mark’s head moving between my thighs. Opening my eyes I looked down my body, between my spread legs and could see Mark’s mouth hovering right over my sperm filled pussy. His eyes were open and he was looking right at me and I said “I want you, I need you to eat my pussy.” Looking me right in the eyes I could feel Mark’s tongue dip inside me and in that moment I knew that Mark was tasting my lovers sperm. Shuddering, I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, and Mark seemed to be in heaven.
Looking up at me from between my spread legs Mark told me that my orgasm had never tasted so good and that my juices had never been so thick and so much. I was so turned on when I heard this that I rolled Mark over on his back and straddled his face with my pussy. Without a moments hesitation Mark’s mouth covered my pussy and he drove his tongue as deep inside me as it could go. Soon, I could feel Jason’s sperm begin to flow down from deep inside me toward my husbands mouth and I grew excited by the idea of it. I thought to myself, “If Mark hasn’t noticed that there is sperm in my pussy yet, maybe he never will.” At one point I could feel Mark’s tongue just outside of my pussy right at the same time I could feel Jason’s sperm begin to flow out of me. At this point I could feel Mark’s tongue and mouth begin to go crazy and I orgasmed yet again as I pushed Jason’s sperm out of my pussy and into my husbands feverishly working mouth. I could feel Mark’s mouth and tongue working. I could feel when he swallowed my lovers sperm. I could sense his desire to capture all of the sperm flowing from my pussy, thinking it was nothing more than my orgasmic fluids. I looked down between my legs and could see my husband beautiful head and mouth still lovingly working on my pussy. I could see a small drop of sperm still left on Mark’s lip, and then I watched as his tongue swept it away into his mouth. He was looking up at me in complete lust as I watched him swallow the last of Jason’s sperm.
Afterward, we talked about what we had just experienced and Mark told me that he loved the way my pussy tasted, that it turned him on so completely that he had ejaculated without so much as a touch when I had straddled his mouth with my pussy. From that moment on I knew that my trysts with Jason would continue. I knew that I could get the big cock that I wanted and that Mark would love the results. So, now five years later, I can tell you that Mark and I have never been more in love and more committed to each others wants and desires. We have never been happier. So I will continue to have sex with Jason and Mark will continue to eat and suck my pussy afterward. Besides, what he doesn’t know wont hurt him and even if he does discover the truth this was his idea. I have no doubt he wouldn’t be upset anyway, but this is much more fun for me.
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Men from my generation are much more selfish when it comes to pleasuring their partners than men from my husbands generation. For example, my previous two husbands rarely went out of their way to make sure I had an orgasm, but Mark always does. In fact, Mark will work me over with his mouth for thirty minutes if that is what it takes to bring me to orgasm. Before Mark I had never experienced someone so determined with pleasuring me.
Over the years Mark and I would talk about out sexual desires. At first I was very reluctant. My second husband used to say he was interested in my sexual desires and that he wanted me to act sexy and do things with him, but when I did he would either belittle me or laugh at me, which was an obvious turn-off. So I let that part of me slip away and never thought about it again until Mark began asking me about it years later.
One of the things that changed my mind about opening up with Mark about my sexual ideas and fantasies is that Mark is fearless about sharing his with me. Over and over he will tell me what turns him on about this or that, so one night I decided I would dip my toe into those waters once again. At this time we had been married a little over 10 years (I know, I moved very slow) and I told Mark that one of my fantasies is to use a dildo with him. Mark got so excited by me telling him this that he immediately got an erection and we made love right on the couch. From there on I continued to gain confidence that I could tell Mark any and all of my fantasies and that he would not make fun of me or humiliate me for having them.
From the very beginning of our relationship Mark shared with me one of his biggest insecurities. You see, Mark has a pretty small dick. I had never thought of myself as a “size queen” but I had to admit that Mark has the smallest dick I have ever been with. But truthfully I was not concerned with his lack of size in this regard because he treated me so well and that alone was sufficient to make me desire to be with him sexually. That alone made me orgasmic with him. However, if I am to be honest then I would have to say that Mark is really small. So when Mark came home the next day with a 7” dildo for us to play with I had to admit that I was surprised. When I asked him why he had chosen one “bigger” than him he said something very interesting to me. He told me that he was no longer concerned about his small dick because I had given him all the confidence he needs with it. So, he told me “I want to give you everything, sexually, that you desire Debbie.” You can imagine how excited, how turned on I was at that moment.
So, after a couple of years of playing with our “big friend” Mark, out of the blue, asked me if I could feel the difference between our “big friends” cock and his. I could see the lust in his eyes when he asked me this so of course I told him I could, and besides, it is true that I can easily tell the difference between them. At the time we had already finished playing with our “big friend” and Mark was in me so he asked me what the difference was. I could hear the deep passion in his voice but I did not want to hurt him so I didn’t say anything, hoping he would forget his question. But Mark was undaunted and asked me again “What can you feel Debbie, what is the difference between our big friend and me.” So I gave in and told Mark that I could feel that our friends cock is bigger than his. The reaction was almost immediate. Mark exploded in orgasm, his ejaculation the most powerful I had ever experienced. Instead of having his feelings hurt he was excited, he was intensely excited by me saying something that I thought would have hurt him since he had told me, years ago, that he was insecure about his small dick.
Later that evening Mark told me that he loves the thought that I can feel the difference between them and that it turns him on to no end that he is smaller than our “big friend” and yet I still desire him. That continued for a while longer, me whispering into Mark’s ear that I could feel how much smaller his dick is when compared to our “big friends” cock until one night Mark surprised me once again with another fantasy of his. He told me that he thought it might be fun to play with another man. At this point I was emphatic, no way I said.
But as time went, and Mark would tell me of his fantasies of me being with another man, I would play along a bit. We would always break out our “big friend,” now an 8” dildo, and we would make mad, passionate love. So at this point, now 16 years into our marriage, I began to think about other men, being with them sexually. But those thoughts were almost always with the idea of pleasing Mark and not myself. That was true up until I met Jason.
Jason is a kind, generous and handsome man. He was always friendly with me at work, but never flirtatious. At times we would have our lunch together and then one time he told me how attracted I am to him. From that point on I began to look and think about Jason in more sexual ways and I would flirt with him in very small ways, nothing too serious because I didn’t want to give him any wrong ideas about me. Then, a few months later, Jason asked me to meet him for lunch one weekend. I told Mark I was going to meet a co-worker for lunch and would be back in about an hour. So I went to meet Jason for lunch. The whole time Jason and I flirted over lunch in a much more meaningful way. I have to admit, I was thoroughly excited the whole time.
After lunch Jason suggested we get a room at the hotel across the street and I immediately agreed. I couldn’t believe it, I had just agreed to cheat on my husband and was excited, turned on by it. When we got up to our room it had already been an hour so I called Mark and told him that I would be another hour and Mark said that was fine. So I thought to myself that Jason and I were a go, and again I got so turned on, so excited.
Immediately I began to take Jason’s clothes off, and when I finally pulled his pants down I looked and could see his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs. I could easily see that Jason’s cock is significantly larger than Marks and I moistened at the thought. I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled down Jason’s boxer briefs, revealing that big cock of his to my eyes. I have never measured Jason but I’d say he is somewhere between 7 and 8 inches, and beautifully thick too. Wrapping the fingers of my left hand around Jason’s beautiful, big cock I began to suck on him. At one point I pulled my mouth off of him and looked at his big cock. At that point I could see Mark’s wedding ring upon my finger and I got such a thrill out of seeing that that I almost had an orgasm on the spot.
At this point I jumped up on the bed, spread my legs wide and told Jason “I need to feel you deep inside me.” Jason and I had sex for the next hour, in lots of positions, bringing me to orgasm several times, until the end with Jason on top of me he grunted his ejaculation deep inside my open pussy. After Jason’s release we quickly got dressed and I drove straight home, not even cleaning up after our heated fucking because I didn’t want to make Mark wonder what I was up to and I had already pushed my time as far as I was able.
So five minutes later I pulled up in our driveway and at that point it hit me. I had just cheated on the man I love more than life itself and I felt dirty, disappointed and scared. As I walked in Mark was there to greet me and my heart stopped. I knew that if I didn’t get right upstairs and jump into the shower Mark would smell Jason on me and I would be found out. I was terrified when Mark gave me a deep kiss, because I had just had Jason’s big cock in my mouth. I knew my time was short so I pulled away and told Mark I wanted to take a shower, but Mark just pulled me back to him and told me that for the past two hours he had been thinking about me constantly and that he desperately wanted to go down on me. HOLY SHIT!!! Jason’s sperm was still inside me and Mark is wanting to go down on me? I will definitely be found out. “Not a chance Mark, not until I have showered and cleaned up.” But Mark just grabbed my hands and pulled me down to the floor, reached up under my dress and pulled my panties off before I could stop him. When Mark pulled my panties off I could feel Jason’s thick, warm sperm all over my pussy.
Mark spread my legs and all I could do was close my eyes. If I pressed more for him to stop I feared Mark would get suspicious so I decided I would just take my chances. Besides, I can’t tell you how excited I was at the thought of my husband dipping his tongue deep inside where Jason’s big cock had just been minutes ago. So I opened my legs a little wider and pulled my dress up, giving Mark’s tongue and mouth free access to my pussy. Without hesitation I sensed Mark’s head moving between my thighs. Opening my eyes I looked down my body, between my spread legs and could see Mark’s mouth hovering right over my sperm filled pussy. His eyes were open and he was looking right at me and I said “I want you, I need you to eat my pussy.” Looking me right in the eyes I could feel Mark’s tongue dip inside me and in that moment I knew that Mark was tasting my lovers sperm. Shuddering, I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, and Mark seemed to be in heaven.
Looking up at me from between my spread legs Mark told me that my orgasm had never tasted so good and that my juices had never been so thick and so much. I was so turned on when I heard this that I rolled Mark over on his back and straddled his face with my pussy. Without a moments hesitation Mark’s mouth covered my pussy and he drove his tongue as deep inside me as it could go. Soon, I could feel Jason’s sperm begin to flow down from deep inside me toward my husbands mouth and I grew excited by the idea of it. I thought to myself, “If Mark hasn’t noticed that there is sperm in my pussy yet, maybe he never will.” At one point I could feel Mark’s tongue just outside of my pussy right at the same time I could feel Jason’s sperm begin to flow out of me. At this point I could feel Mark’s tongue and mouth begin to go crazy and I orgasmed yet again as I pushed Jason’s sperm out of my pussy and into my husbands feverishly working mouth. I could feel Mark’s mouth and tongue working. I could feel when he swallowed my lovers sperm. I could sense his desire to capture all of the sperm flowing from my pussy, thinking it was nothing more than my orgasmic fluids. I looked down between my legs and could see my husband beautiful head and mouth still lovingly working on my pussy. I could see a small drop of sperm still left on Mark’s lip, and then I watched as his tongue swept it away into his mouth. He was looking up at me in complete lust as I watched him swallow the last of Jason’s sperm.
Afterward, we talked about what we had just experienced and Mark told me that he loved the way my pussy tasted, that it turned him on so completely that he had ejaculated without so much as a touch when I had straddled his mouth with my pussy. From that moment on I knew that my trysts with Jason would continue. I knew that I could get the big cock that I wanted and that Mark would love the results. So, now five years later, I can tell you that Mark and I have never been more in love and more committed to each others wants and desires. We have never been happier. So I will continue to have sex with Jason and Mark will continue to eat and suck my pussy afterward. Besides, what he doesn’t know wont hurt him and even if he does discover the truth this was his idea. I have no doubt he wouldn’t be upset anyway, but this is much more fun for me.
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