I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. He had told me that it was okay, but every time I left and met up with another guy, or someone I had already been with several times before, I couldn't help but wonder what he thought of me. Was this really okay? My mind told me it wasn't... that I shouldn't be treating my own husband like this. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but think about their big cocks, something he could never give me. I loved when I moaned and writhed underneath them, not able to think anything coherent other than how much more I needed. Harder, faster, everything they could give me that he couldn't. That he was never able to.
But... how could I think that way? How could my body betray me like this? I love him, I still do after all this time, but I was developing relationships with these guys, and I was starting to love them, too. How could I ever admit that to them?
I was heading to his house now, and I bit my lip the whole time. I was already getting wet from thinking about what he had promised to do to me, and that was all I could think about. The closer I went, the less I could think about my husband. I loved the way they looked at me as well. When I first tell them about the arrangement, they're always a bit shocked. But I can see them stare at my round ass and big tits, and know that they were already imagining how tight I would be underneath them. It made me so horny just thinking about it.
He opened the door, staring at me, his eyes roaming my body all the way from my tits to my toes. "I've been waiting for you." Was all he said. His lust and energy was already radiating from him, and I could understand his impatience. I couldn't wait, either.
He put his hand around mine, his thick masculine fingers wrapping around me. He led me up the stairs to his bedroom, where I've been a few times before. I let him lead me up, I was completely silent, letting him do what he wanted with me.
I sat on the bed as we entered, and he stared at me still. "Take off your clothes." He said, and I complied. I lifted my black dress over my head, revealing my matching bra and panties, which I had never even shown my husband. I had secretly reserved it for the men I was dating. He stared lustfully at my ensemble, and slipped his shirt off himself. He approached me in a few quick steps, and placed his mouth on mine with desperation. My body responded to him immediately, and I moaned into his mouth as he placed his body on top of mine. I could smell him, a thick sandalwood and earthy scent that I was sure I was obsessed with. He was hot, even warmer than usual, and I was completely enwrapped by him.
I let him explore my mouth like he always did, his mouth opening mine wider and wider in a silent command, his tongue entering my mouth as mine twirled around his. It was nothing close to how my husband treated me. I could already feel his hard dick against my thigh. I loved how horny he got for me, and I wanted to see it. To smell it. To touch it. Ah, I was such a slut, and I've accepted this over the years.
