Although I had assured Al that he had taken my virginity just before we were married, I had lost my virginity a couple of years before we were married. We had fucked only a couple of times before the engagement, but once I had the ring, I told him "no more funny stuff until after the wedding." I honestly had no idea how this would forever change our life together.
I had been with only five men before Al. Of the five, three of them had cocks which were noticeably larger than his. The other two were about the same size. Wade and BJ had the ability to last a very long time. Wade's dick was much larger than Al's modest 6 inches. B.J.'s dick was about the same size as Al's.
I managed to put this out of my mind, as Al had my heart, I had had a crush on him when I was in college some years before. I had dreamed about being with him and my heart told me he was "the one." Our first night together he had fucked my slow and gentle until I came. It was different, and I liked the change. I assumed that he loved me and that he was being gentle thinking that he was de-flowering me. To make matters worse, all of the guys before I was married would fuck me hard and fast. Of the five, two were able to last more than 3 to 5 minutes before they came.
It was not long until I tired of his slow and deliberate way of fucking. Al would go on and on, sometimes for well over an hour, until I came. Sometimes he would cum, sometimes not. My pussy was often sore and he could not understand why I did not want to fuck every day. My mind would drift back to Wade, whose dick was larger and who would pound my pussy like a jack hammer. But, I had married Al, and I loved him. I thought about telling him to fuck me faster and harder, but I was 8 years younger than he and very much afraid that he would feel back about me evaluating his way of fucking. Furthermore, I did not know how to tell him to fuck me harder and faster without betraying the fact that I had been fucked that way by others before the wedding.
Things worsened after the birth of our first child. I with that, my pussy was not quite as tight as before and his 6 inches was even less effective in satisfying me. Eventually I got up the courage to buy a dildo, I got one about the same size as I remembered Wade's cock as being. At first I was shy about using it in front of Al, but long ago my refusals had resulted in his masturbation.
Al seemed to enjoy knowing that I was using my toy and I sure enjoyed the orgasms. He started talking about wanting to see me fuck somebody else. At first I was hurt by his suggestions, but then I started fantasying about being with some faceless stranger. That it was his dick, not a dildo that I had in my pussy. Never-the-less, I was resolved not to "cheat" on my husband, I had made vows to him, in front of my parents and before God. I would not cheat! Even with his permission.
For several years I would fuck Al two or three times a month, and use my fingers or my toy as often as I needed to satisfy myself. I would masturbate when he was at work, in the shower when he was watching TV, or sometimes after he was asleep. I did not want to hurt his feelings by letting him know that my sex drive was that of an average woman, but that he just did not satisfy me enough and that I needed a bigger cock which would fill me up inside, like he never could.
As time went on, Al's sexual drive diminished and eventually it became more difficult for him to get a hard on. I love my husband and even though his cock didn't fill me up, I still liked having him inside of me, feeling his weight on top of me. He was pushing 50 and I was turning forty. My sex drive was increasing and his was diminishing.
Over the years Al had continued to try and convince me to go ahead and fuck another man. I had resisted, even when we visited a sex club in San Francisco. I had watched while he sucked the tits of two much younger blonds while they took turns eating each other's pussy. But when another guy touched my breast, I suggested we go to another room.
When my company sent me to Palm Springs for a long seminar, Al quipped "What happens in Palm Spring, stay's in Palm Springs."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked as if I had no idea what he meant.
"You know, if some good looking guy buys you a drink, you will just relax and have a good time!" He answered.
"What exactly do you mean by 'good time'?" I smiled as I made him say what he meant.
"Ok, I'm just saying, if a guy asks you up to his room you'll not back out like last time." He finished, referring to the last time I went out of town, and a man bought me a drink and asked me up to his room. That was over five years ago, and back when Al could still get his cock rock hard.
"What about if a girl buys me a drink?" I said egging him on.
"That's ok too, just don't do a three way without me!" He laughed. Al had been talking about having another woman in bed with us for longer than he had been talking about me fucking somebody else.
"Ok, hubby. If somebody starts something, I'll just let it go wherever." I smiled.
I left my sex toys at home as I was afraid that with homeland security and all they would find my vibrator and pull out of my carry-on luggage. If I checked it, it would be just my luck that somebody else would get my bag and my toys, or it would fall and burst open on the tarmac. I played with my pussy the first few days. By the end of the conference, I was missing my big vibrator "Pete."
I phoned home. "Honey, I miss you!" I whispered.
"What nobody's picked you up yet?" Al teased.
"Nobody, I've been a good girl." I confessed.
"Oh." I could hear the sadness in Al's voice.
"You want me to be bad, don't you?" I was somewhat upset.
"You know how hot it gets me to think about you being with somebody else, just thinking about you picking up a guy. Have you even gone out at night yet?" He asked
"I've been busy; there is a lot to do here." I said honestly.
"Why don't you go down to the bar?" He asked. "I packed you something special in the zipper pouch of your little bag."
I pulled out the little bag and unzipped the pouch, inside I found three condoms. "You did, did you?" I said as if I had not discovered them.
"Honey I want you to have some fun." He insisted.
"OK, but remember, you asked for it!" I blurted out.
It had been years since I had fucked anybody but Al, and months since he had fucked me. I was horny and I was tired of hearing his insistence that he wanted to hear me fuck somebody.
"Like anything will happen!" he grunted.
"Bye Hubbie, I'm going you were my low cut blouse and my short skirt and I'm not going to wear any panties!" I fumed.
"Ok, ok, sure, like you would go out without panties!" He chuckled. Al was always asking that I not wear panties when we went out, but I always kept them on.
"Look, I need to get going, if I am going to go!" I replied.
"Ok, ok, I'll call you in two hours, remember to say it's the wrong number and leave the phone off the hook if you have somebody with you." He recounted the fantasy we had talked about several times, allowing him to listen to me fuck another man.
We exchanged good-byes and I hung the phone up. At first I wanted to just go to bed. But with three kids and a busy work schedule, I knew it would be a long time before I could go out again. So I told myself that I would just go down for a quick drink. When I entered the dimly lit lounge there were only a few men in the place, a group of two and another group of three. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. I had left my wedding ring up in the room. I sat on the bar stool and watched the guys in the mirror. After a few minutes I turned on the stool and stood up in such a way that the men could see that I was not wearing any panties, if they were looking at me at all.
