Rediscovering My Husband and Me Part 1

I'm 28 years old, my husband is 35, we have been married for 14 years. We have two beautiful children and I love them very much. My husband has always had his affairs before he met me and since we were free to talk about sex it was him who explained everything to me in the midst of all this he would tell us stories that made me so excited fantasizing a thousand things which helped keep our marriage alive when it came to sex because my husband taught me how to spice up our relationship and today I know what helps many couples
My husband has always been a warm man in bed, he's always flirtatious and out of the way. He didn't care about time or place to love us. And that never let our marriage fall into routine.
Once, at my job where I'm one of six secretaries, a friend and I were talking about our husbands and rarely commenting on their performances during the night. Until one day she came in all smiling and reported something surprising: She said that her husband had invited them out last night and it was such a good evening that with his consent they met a man and ended up spending the night together in a motel suite. That revelation surprised me because to me it was from another world. All I knew about the practice of sex was from lessons learned with my husband, and yet yes it seemed to me that this rarely happened between couples. Some details of that feat were recounted by my friend little by little during the day as we had our distracting moments before work. I got aroused all day thinking how nice two men in bed should feel. In the middle of our conversation my friend asked if my husband has an open mind and what he is like on fantasies. But without giving too many details I spoke only what I thought should be spoken. Never would I expose my life altogether, much less the person of my husband even if she was my best friend. So she said that I ought to find out more about my husband and his desires. She told me that she noticed in her husband a high stimulus of excitement when he read erotic stories and that in these same tales she realized that he liked reading something about couples and imagined herself being wife with another man. When I got home, I did my wife's chores and before my husband arrived I went on the Internet to do some research about liberal marriages and male-dominated households.
I read many reports and stories of couples, especially wives who said they were happy to have realized such a fantasy.
I myself became very excited as each article came out.
I've always been sure of his love for me, he was a caring and responsible man, a good father, friend and most importantly maintained his high sexual appetite which is very precious to me.
After our chores, after the bath and love-making I told my husband what a coworker had confided to me that day. It was incredible; we'd just relaxed our bodies from an amazing orgasm and he would be ready again in this hard manly way with his unique footprint.
I needed to start knowing more details about what he really liked and the desires that he had or would still have if he didn't do them.
In the midst of that wonderful trance, pinned over him as he shoved his marvelous dick inside me I began to tease.
Did you enjoy hearing about my friend's little story?
- I loved it, too much.
- You wanted to be the couple's little friend while she ate your bastard?
- And who wouldn't... my love?
- Did you or didn't you?
I wanted to fuck her ass with you by my side.
I guess he never realized that no matter how domineering, it was me who ended up controlling the whole situation whenever I wanted.
We often used to fantasize about being with another woman in our bed and it gave me an uncontrollable sex drive, but I never admitted this to my husband because I was always afraid he would actually try something like that. As we continued our wonderful trance, feeling that delicious pleasure of my husband inside me I wanted to know more and enjoying while he sucked on my breasts which is what he loves to do.
-What if it was you... with another little friend of mine?
At that moment, my husband let go of my breasts from his mouth and gave me two hard slaps on the butt and kissed me in a way that seemed to swallow me. I loved it, this surprising reaction by him; he started punching his dick inside me harder. His erection had sharply increased as his strokes within me began to get faster, it was like having multiple hands running across my body caressing my body squeezing, beating tightly against my ass, and of course enjoying all that excitement. Since I would always be the beneficiary, why not take more and use and abuse my little husband?
Can I have another little friend with us on our hike?
Without thinking what he was about to answer, and not being unlike any other man who thinks with his head down in the hour of excitement without considering the consequences, he answered.
You can, my love... but don't ever hide that from me.
At the same time that I was surprised by his answer, I felt even more his ecstasy of total excitement.
My thoughts were confused, who knows he had answered that because there was excitement or to please me, I don't know but it got confusing.
Minutes later, we had a wonderful orgasm and I noticed the difference even in my husband's climax ejaculating inside of me longer with louder moans with his kisses.
The first certainty I had was that such a subject made my husband beyond normal in excitement, which was good and wonderful. But I wondered why he would allow it: did his love for me have ended? Did he need some argument for an eventual separation? Was he not confident of me thinking that I am a woman who will sleep with anyone like this? Anyway, I became somewhat uncomfortable about my questions. Lying on his chest, receiving their caresses we stayed silent just touching each other keeping our thoughts reflecting in our post-delivery moment to one another.
The next day, as he often does, I was awakened by his kisses and caresses for my body. My thoughts turned to the questions of the previous night; I became more confused noticing how much affection and desire my husband always had for me, and again it amazed me to feel there, my man desiring my body at that hour in the morning when hours earlier I'd just admitted accepting having a friend who could relate to me like my co-worker did.
What's wrong with you, love?
- It's nothing, I just remembered what you said yesterday.
- Did I say something you didn't like?
- You don't love me anymore to see me with someone else?
My husband sat on the bed smiling and explained himself.
Love, understand and believe only one thing... that I love you.
Then why did you say that you wanted to see me with someone else?
I don't want to break up with you, or make any excuses.
He laid down on the bed and pulled me to his side, laying on his chest... returning that gesture of affection by stroking his cock.
I said that because it's the truth, and I have fantasized about this before my love.
I never imagined myself with another man.
While I was talking stroking his cock, I noticed that my husband began to get excited. It was again certain that this fertile head of his wasn't easy to deal with. His dick grew bigger and more erect every time. I continued caressing him and lay on his arm. I started masturbating him and calmer about his explanation I provoked him back because he became a delight when aroused.
- Do you promise love that's just a fantasy, do you promise not to leave me?
I spoke those words whispering in his ear as he made light masturbatory movements on his dick.
- I promise my love, anything you want.
Men are all the same at this point, when they're aroused and give in to themselves without thinking about what they say or agree with. They become victims of their own pleasure and end up being dominated by others who don't even know it. And I was loving that -- something I loved doing is having total control over him; exciting him, making him laugh, seeing him happy and fulfilled was my way of repaying for all the ways he made me feel like a beloved and accomplished woman.
- I can do anything, my love.
Leaving in the air for him "I can do anything", I continued there breathing near his ear masturbating that dick I love. Not unlike the first answer, he confirmed being delivered to the erection which I gave him on this masturbation.
- Can you love...
Ours was delicious to masturbate him, have him there in my way without imagining any attempt of reaction on his part, deceived by my tactics about accepting even at that moment whatever decision and will I made.
So I'm gonna hook up with a friend at work, my love... and then introduce him to you.
Just as I finished saying that, my husband pulled me up on his body and bluntly made me fit his dick into my little pocket. It set me afire again, so I obeyed right away. His cock went all the way in; it looked like he was tearing everything inside of me apart. I stood there twitching my hip while my husband ruthlessly thrusted his huge stick at me. I let a few brief minutes pass and as he was focused on sex, that moment when the man practically does not reason anything else there is but what he sees and touches in front of him, went further with my provocations.
-Today I'm gonna get a really hot friend to eat my ass, love... do you want white or black friends?
Again the words were magical. My husband held my ass tightly and with one hand he began to slap hard, leaving my butt all red. I always enjoyed those slaps, masculine and affectionate at the same time. He ate me willingly, forcefully and lovingly. Irresponsible in his responses I allowed him to be a victim of himself because every provocation, each moment of pleasure had its own words on my behalf etc..
- I'll accept my love... and let you get a nigger to eat your ass.
Hearing that my heat only increased, my desire surrendered itself to the words of my husband and my imagination was at its fullest, thus preventing me from taking responsibility for my excitement.
A nigger... eating me up real good in front of you I can bring him on our way let him eat me here while you watch?
My husband moaned and kissed me, sucked my breasts and slapped hard on my ass, pulled my hair and said the low things that every woman wants to hear from her husband.
- Can my hot bitch... my slutty whore that I love get this nigga to eat you.
With those words, slapping lightly on my face treating me like a whore in the diner's hand was too delicious at that time of morning without having yet rained day with a wonderful night of pleasure we had my husband again eating me wholeheartedly and turning me into his bitch as I always wanted to be.
No longer resisting that pleasure, I gave myself to my husband.
- I'm going to have fun, love...
I enjoyed it wonderfully, and this time imagined my husband's words calling me a whore and an imaginary nigger. I stood there trying to muster up the strength waiting for my husband to make fun of me but he seemed to want more and would not stop anytime soon we still had one day ahead of us and work was already approaching
Noticing that he totally lost control when I provoked him, I did it again but this time without any shame.
-Enjoy, my love... enjoy in the little bucket that another nigger is going to make fun of.
- Stop, you're almost having fun.
Enjoy my black ass, enjoy your little whore.
That was the ultimate, my husband totally surrendered, enjoyed strongly, his breath mixed with groans and his hands squeezing hard my butt against her body, demonstrated all that pleasure he felt.
I had a discreetly liberal husband by my side, just for me and from that day on his confession, trust and complicity further strengthened our love relationship.
Thinking about my new discovery considering that such a fantasy of his and now it was beginning to become mine as well, I should know the limit of things.
From then on I used these fantasies even more and abused in provocative words every night. There were times when I felt a certain sadness from him, because even when he arrived tired, I was talking about another man and that's it, my husband was at the point of bullet etc. So I had sadness but it was too pleasant to judge him like this rsrs. His happiness was something remarkable. If up to that day although we often had our differences on points of view or even some arguments, I met a new husband who improved still more in every point of view but with one simple detail he became totally submissive to me and my wills etc. He did not lose his personality nor so much its strong footprint and lovely at our nights nor even his power of domination and hunter chasing me with love and wanting sex at times when neither myself expected it. My job now was just to control my loving husband and do all his will for who knows how long, so I could repay a little more of the happiness and love he gave me.
The days went by and every night I read little stories of couples whose husbands were liberal, and it was a long shot: with each story my husband became a stallion in bed, better than the order.
Little by little, reading and talking with my husband I began to notice that every liberal husband has various fantasies:
Some of them like to show off their wives when they're out for a walk, and enjoy seeing her being desired. Others love reading messages that the wife receives from another man, or singing songs; some people like to read conversations between husbands with other men on social networks; many others want to receive the wife by coming home later than usual; there are those who are slightly more liberal who accept hearing his wife talking on the phone with another man as if he wasn't even around. I also noticed that not all husbands are willing to share their wives, but just the fact of imagining them with another man and being sure there is someone trying to seduce her is something a husband loves to imagine in order to spice up the relationship. There are others who love knowing his wife comes home by car from some colleague at work and finally there are those full-blown liberal marriages which many women dream about having, and they're the ones accepting their spouses as fixed lovers or otherwise and loving sharing bed with other men.
forms and fantasies of liberal men, as there are also many women who like it in freeing their husbands, but this is a secret from us women rsrs.
In spite of all that, my husband's approval freeing me up to do anything I wanted, I never really imagined doing such a thing until one day everything changed.
At the company I work for, there's news of a new manager coming in from another state who would be staying indefinitely until they hired someone to replace him. So when that day came, we arranged an introduction with all our employees at HR and Reception and Sales and Directors and Sector Managers; each employee could bring their spouse because it was going to be fraternity-building and the company had always been very concerned about family and marriage. On occasions like this both my husband giving me some touches of behaviors, how a woman being wife should behave in the eyes of men and showing me the exchanges that roll in a meeting of people I could understand to give reason to my husband at the beginning of our married life I thought my husband had a more polluted mind but with time i saw he was right. Men think about sex for sex 24 hours a day. And sex only happens when the woman returns facilitating something because no one does it alone In the midst of eating and drinking, appeared among people new manager who had been introduced minutes earlier to everyone present there. All chatting and relaxed, as he had done with some before, approached me and my husband and presented himself.
His name was Rubens, a black man very well dressed charming perfumed with a nice smile looking at most about 40 years old he came to us and smilingly extended his hand towards my husband.
- Nice to meet you, Rubens.
- Nice to meet you, Cayo.