My husband Scott looked at me with the same lust in his eyes as he did on our wedding day sixteen years ago. I'm probably not quite as hot as I was back then, but I still get plenty of attention from the opposite sex, even though I'm approaching my fortieth birthday.
I let him have me in the shower before I went out that evening. Sex was always passionate with Scott, I always enjoyed it, but I admit, if I'm totally honest I have never been blown away.
Until recently it never really bothered me, I accepted it for what it was. I have always loved Scott with all my heart and have always been more than happy with everything in our lives, including the bedroom.
Scott has always been a bit hung up about his manhood, he asked me on several occasions if he was big enough down there and I'd always answered him reasonably truthfully "You're big enough for me darling." I would say. I wasn't lying, I was perfectly satisfied with him for most of our married life, but lately things have started to change.
In truth, I knew he wasn't very well endowed. I'd been with four guys prior to meeting Scott and all of them were bigger in the penis department than him.
I can't say that the first time I was in bed with Scott that I didn't notice he was lacking a bit down there, but he made up for it in more ways than one with his fantastic tongue and fingers, always making sure I was satisfied. Plus he was a very good looking man and still is.
Scott kissed me passionately under the hot water, he lifted my arse up onto a small seat in our en-suite shower, and put his cock inside me. He fucked me for at most five minutes before I felt his rhythm quicken as he shot his seed inside me.
I stayed where I was as he dropped to the floor to recover, then he began running his tongue up the inside of my leg, towards my pussy. This had become something that Scott had started to do in recent months, go down on me after he'd cum. I never questioned it, why would I? He was giving me an orgasm after all. But I did begin to wonder why he'd stated doing it that way round.
I mean for most of our married life he'd go down on me first, then fuck me, which is what I presume most people do. But he seemed to get something out of tasting his own cum from my vagina.
After he'd done this a few times I began to get curious. It wasn't the only strange thing he'd started doing. Every now and then, usually after a few drinks, when he was feeling more confident, he'd drop in things during sex, things about me with another man.
"Would you fuck someone else while I watch?" He said once, while in the streams of passion.
"If you want me to?" I replied, a little nervously.
"It's just a fantasy." He said as he thrusted into me . "I wouldn't want it for real you know."
"Of course not." I replied. "But as a fantasy, yes I'd totally fuck someone else, and I'd fucking love it." I said, and he promptly emptied his ball sack inside my vagina. 'Wow, that got him off' I thought to myself.
This sort of thing happened a few more times over a period of months, eventually it got me a little curious. I know Scott so well that I knew he'd get embarrassed and evasive if I questioned him about it, especially in the cold light of day. So, for the first time in my married life, I decided to do some snooping.
I found nothing on his phone and as he usually had it with him I didn't really have much time to look at it. Then one day, when I was cleaning, I noticed an old laptop in a cupboard in our spare room. I sat down on the bed and began typing in pornographic words to see what came up on the search history. I was amazed at what I saw.
