I Love My Cheating Husband

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I Love My Cheating HusbandMy husband cheats on me. And I love it. Now, most women would say, ‘what a horrible thing to do to the woman you love and that I should leave him’. But they don’t really understand. I’m ok with it. I don’t just accept it, I love it! When my husband and I are making love his attention is completely on me. Always attentive to my needs and desires and when we make love he ravishes me, completely. He always makes sure I cum at least three times if not more and eats pussy like it’s his last meal. And as much as I know how deeply he loves me, there are things I just cannot do for him. He always tells me how much he would love to cum in my mouth but I just can’t do it. And as much as he loves getting his dick sucked, I can only get just the head in my mouth and even then only for a little while before my jaw aches from his sheer size. I also know how much he loves wrapping that massive dick with a huge set of tits, I’ve seen it first hand; but with me having a 36B set, I cannot give him what he desires. We’ve been married for 6 years and during our time together I always told him I was OK with him getting what he needed elsewhere as long as he came home clean and not a father to be. I also told him if he did that I really didn’t need to know about it either. There were times he’d come home late and I could smell sweet perfume on him or we’d go to the beach and I’d see scratch marks on his back or his knees would be scuffed and red. As he’d sleep next to me, I’d fantasize about the woman he’d been with, playing with myself to a muffled orgasm. Later on in our marriage, as I grew more comfortable with him cheating on me I told him that I’d even love to watch him sometime with another woman, maybe even joining them in their play. This really turned my husband on apparently because my pussy got the pounding of it’s’ life that night! Took about three days before I wasn’t walking funny and could sit cross-legged. As time passed, I would encourage his promiscuity, stroking his cock while we made love, telling him how I’d love to see him impale some tiny girl from his office or even mention one of our mutual friends I thought was really hot. Always, they had big tits and always he’d get rock hard and he’d fuck me to a quivering mass on the bed, unable to move for minutes at a time. I eventually brought myself to the point where I started asking him about the women he’d been with since being married. He admitted to me that night that in the six years we’d been married that he’d been with nine different women. Mostly one night stands. But there was one that he’d been with a couple of times and another that he’d been with repeatedly over the last year. I enticed him to tell me about it, every detail as I stroked and licked his cock.He told me that she was his age, a soccer mom that worked an office job. But she’d married early in life to an older guy who wound up having a heart attack and later in life, when he had a hard time getting it up, couldn’t take the d**gs that would have helped him continue pleasing his wife. Her husband had encouraged her to find a boyfriend to satisfy her needs and only asked that she not tell him anything konya escort about him or what they would do, but to come home every night to him. He went on to tell me about how they would meet for nooners or after work drinks that always ended up with them in her back seat in some dark parking lot, fogging up the windows. I asked him what she looked like and he described a woman with large breasts, c***d bearing hips, shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes and long painted fingernails. (now I know where the scratch marks came from) He told me a couple of times he’d sneak out of work early and they’d meet at some motel and fuck for what seemed like hours. I started getting really wet imagining my husband pleasing another man’s wife with his permission and stroked my husband even harder and faster, asking him to please tell me more. And he didn’t disappoint me as he went on to tell me how he would fuck her tits and cum in her mouth as she’d pull every last drop from is balls. How she’d beg him to fill her pussy full of cum always wondering if she’d ever show her husband or just leave her cum soaked panties on the floor of their bathroom for him to find. His tale was now turning both of us on as I felt my husband’s cock starting to throb. I sucked on the head of his dick, the most of it I could fit in my mouth begging him to cum for me like he does for her. And with that he started shooting ropes of white hot cum all over my chin, neck and tits. And as my husband laid there I went into the bathroom to clean myself off. But not before taking some of my husband’s cum and tasting it for myself. The salty sweet taste made my tongue tingle and I sampled some more, swallowing the bit I had the courage to taste. I liked it. Maybe next time I’ll ask him to cum in my mouth but I probably would have to be a little drunk to get myself to do that. It would later become the beginning of me becoming my husband’s cum slut, but that’s a story for a later time. One day while talking to a friend of mine at home that had been recently divorced, she confided in me that she hadn’t been laid in almost a year and went as far as to let a lesbian friend of ours go down on her and while she climaxed and loved it, she really missed cock. Well, what was a friend to do? I offered her my husband. She was a little shocked at first, but as we talked about it I explained to her our relationship, how I loved it, how passionate our love making was because of it and how endowed my husband was. Her eyes widened when I showed her a picture of my husbands’ manhood on my phone. She still wasn’t sure about it, but my lovely hubby came to the rescue because while he wasn’t in the room, he was within earshot. He came up behind her, put one arm around her waist, gently pulled her head back and turned her face towards him and started kissing her. As her shoulders dropped from tension I could feel wetness in my folds and she turned into him and began kissing him back. I sat there at the kitchen table, my hand disappearing into my pants to rub my now tingling clit. They broke long enough for him to say to her, “a lovely creature like you should be cherished by all men, but tonight I will escort konya bring you to a level of passion you haven’t felt in a long time.” He then coyly turned to me with his devilish smile that always made me melt and winked. He’d then took her by the hand and led her into our bedroom as I followed just a little behind. I sat in the chair in front of my vanity as they fucked. All the while, playing with myself to orgasm, one right after the other. I watched as their naked bodies crashed against each other and found myself thoroughly enjoying the looks her face would make, the sensations she was feeling as she grinded her hips into my husbands’, legs wrapped around his back, her hands clawing at his back ending up on his ass, pulling him deeper into her until she came all over my husbands’ cock. Oh, Yeah! I knew exactly what she was feeling right then and there! At one point, I got up from my chair and came over to them, kissing her with my lips and tongue, sucking on her large ample breasts, pinching and rubbing her hard nipples the way I knew I liked mine played with and rubbed her soaking wet slit as my husband’s cock continued to thrust in and out of her. Together, we brought her to another orgasm and I went back to my front row seat, tasting her sweetness off my own fingers. I started to understand why my husband likes eating pussy so much. They changed positions on the bed as she mounted my husband and that cock that I adored. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest as I watched h
er slide herself onto my husband’s cock and started to move slowly up and down on it. She finally had all nine inches of him inside her and she started grinding her hips on him, her hands resting on his chest as if to hold him still. My friend road my husband like he was a wild mustang that needed to be broken and as she came a third time, dropped forward, her now pulsing pussy pushing my husband out of her. Being the good friend and wife that I am, I got up and guided his cock back into her. She was shaking and moaning as I put him back inside of her saying, “he’s not done with you yet.” That statement put my husband into high gear because he lifted her up enough to where he could start pounding her from underneath her. I watched in amaze and awe as my husband fucked her so hard his balls were swinging up and slapping her pink asshole. She cried in ecstasy as she tried holding herself up for him until finally I could tell my husband was filling my friends’ pussy with his cum. That salty sweet cum I had only recently had the courage to take a small sampling of. As he came inside her I marveled at how glistening my husband’s cock looked as it was now covered in both of their love juices. Their grinding pace slowed and eventually my friend would roll over on her back on the bed my husband and I made such passionate love on. I smiled giddily almost laughing with joy, now knowing and witnessing how much passion this bed has seen. I started taking my clothes off as she panted her gratitude for the gift we’d just given her, complimenting my husband on his skills and admitting her slight jealousness of me in my possession of my husband and his “wonderful konya escort bayan cock”. By this time, I was completely naked and what happened next took even me by surprise because I wasn’t sure what I was doing at the time. I had seemed to have lost self-control and inhibitions at the same time because I told my friend that the pleasure was all mine as I crawled up between her legs, kissing her thighs along the way to that still pulsating, candy-like tasting pussy that was filled with my husband’s cum and started licking and sucking it out of her. I was enjoying myself too much at the time to tell if she orgasmed again, but judging from the way her hands were full of my hair guiding my mouth and tongue around her she was it too. I finished up by climbing up on her and passionately kissed her so that we could both taste what I was now learning that I had been missing all this time. When we stopped to breathe, I looked to my friend and said, “now be a dear and clean my husband’s cock with your mouth because I can’t fit him in mine. Her eyes laughed as she smiled a huge smile and happily sucked my husband’s cock, much to his full enjoyment until he was clean and rock hard again to give me the pounding I was completely expecting. The bed rocked violently as my friends tits shook in my face as she pulled and pinched on my nipples. I orgasmed twice before my husband started to fill my now aching pussy with even more of his cum. As he pulled out, my friend was there to return the favor I had earlier rendered. I came again as I felt my friends’ mouth and tongue suck the cum from my pussy and came up from between my legs and return the kiss I gave her. I recognized the salty sweet taste of my husband as well as the taste of my own juices, ‘damn, I taste good.’ I thought as we kissed for a while longer. We must have been kissing for a while because all of a sudden I heard my husband clear his throat. He was standing at the foot of the bed and apparently had enough time to go to the kitchen and get himself a beer and lite a cigarette, his beautiful cock now semi erect, dangling between his legs. I said to my loving husband as my friend lay there in our bed in my arms, both of us shaking, “that was amazing, but don’t even think about bringing your girlfriend over here. I get to choose what women get to share this bed with us, ok?” “Yes, ma’am” is all he said as he offered to get us a drink and a smoke. He returned with two more beers and two lit cigarettes for us. As my friend and I looked at each other drinking our beers, I asked her, “so, are you going to wait nine plus months before you can’t handle missing dick again?”She laughed replying, “not as long as you don’t mind your husband cheating on you with me.” Yes, my cheating husband. How I love my cheating husband. We finished our smokes and laid down with my friend between us, but knowing she’d never be between us. I wanted her in that bed that night as much as he wanted her in it as well. My friend would return a couple of times more over the next year until one day she found “the one”. She’d go on to tell me later how they would get freaky and talk about each other having sex with other people. She ensured me she didn’t mention us by name, but got her husband wondering about the friends she had. That too, is another story for another time. And a wonderful night that was too. I’m starting to get wet just remembering it.

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