I received a letter from my wife of many years. I think it speaks for itself. Following is her letter:
Honey, I thought you should know that I finally did what you wanted me to do. Remember all those times you told me that you wanted me to fuck other men? Well, I thought that you were trying to get rid of me at first, but after all the years of you talking to me about it, I knew you were serious.
Remember that even when you were fucking me you would ask me what I would think of another man's dick in my pussy? You would even cum as you said to me, "Mrs. Robertson, you sure are a good fuck. I know you like a lot of dicks in your pussy. Tell me that you like all the men's dicks in your pussy."
I would sometimes tell you 'yes' even though I didn't want to think of anyone but you. You would cum so hard when I said it.
Well, guess what? I tried it. I've done it more than once. And I liked it. Oh, not completely at first. I had guilt feelings that I had cheated on you. I realized, however, that this is what you wanted. I finally let myself go and I really enjoy it.
Remember two weeks ago when I got back from shopping late? Remember how I was dressed when I got home. You liked it and wanted sex. You ate me as you always do and told me that I was the wettest I had ever been. Remember that?
Remember that after you fucked me I asked you to eat me out? When you hesitated I told you that if I were to ever fuck another man you would have to eat me.
Well, as you ate me, you were eating not only your cum, but Brad's as well. Brad is in his twenties. I never thought someone his age would be attracted to an older woman, especially me. My heart raced when he flirted with me at the car dealers. I met him two months ago. You had asked me to bring the car in.
