Everything that follows is true, but names have been changed for privacy.
One of my "secret" desires has always been for anal sex. Or, at least, to try it. My husband, however, had told me, early in our relationship, that he wasn't turned on by the idea at all, and even though I immediately thought, "Yeah, right ... Sure, buddy!" - I forced myself to put it out of my mind as something we'd ever do together...
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My name is Erica. My husband, Alex, and I are only in our early thirties, but have been married for a decade already. For reference, we both grew up in very religious households, part of the 90's "purity culture" - and as a result had some very "vanilla" ideas about what sex in marriage was supposed to look like. Funny enough, though, neither of us were virgins when we married, having been with others before we met, and together many times, despite having decided that we would abstain. We'd try to be "good", but knowing we weren't supposed to fuck just made it so hot, we couldn't help ourselves. I remember one incident in particular, when we were making out in our underwear, grinding against each other... I suggested we remove the underwear so we could continue grinding, with no barrier between us, just wanting to feel myself sliding against his skin. But, my pussy was so wet and swollen at that point, that as soon as we began moving against each other again, his hard, thick cock slipped right in. We both gasped in surprise, but it felt so good, we couldn't stop, and we proceeded to fuck each other, hard. I loved the way he grabbed hold of my ass as he plowed into me; with his mouth against my ear, telling me that now that he was in, he was going to keep giving it to me, and that he wouldn't stop, no matter what, until I took every last drop of his cum. So fucking hot. I'm a stickler for dirty talk (and I also get off on feeling like I'm not in control, but that's a story for another time).
Still, later, after marriage, and the kids that followed, the excitement had worn off, and things had become predictable and stale. I think this happened because, despite our mutual love of sex, we didn't really communicate our deepest desires and fantasies. Early on, we were still tied into our religious community, and I think we both felt a lot of guilt over some of the things that we were turned on by, and just by being so sexual in general, so we repressed them and never shared them with each other. We even bought into the notion that porn was always "wrong" and harmful, so we never discussed that as something we could enjoy together, or alone.
But a few years in, I discovered Alex's secret porn stash on our shared computer, and that's when everything changed.