Since my husband's impotence due to prostate cancer, my life and his, has turned to a different path. We used to swing in the early days of our marriage, and then narrowed our escapades down to a few selected couples.
Our marriage grew stronger from the trust we placed in each other during this period and eventually our extracurricular activities dwindled. We have been unique to each other for over 10 years now and until his recent medical issue I never thought that would change.
During our swinging days, I had the pleasure of sliding on some very large hard cocks.
Admittedly, size is important but not the most important thing. I have been with guys with huge cocks that thought they just had to turn up, as having a big cock was the be all and end all. My husband sits in the just above average category but always managed to satisfy my needs and at times he exhausted those needs.
My husband is quite a muscular chap with a very sexy body indeed. He is quite the alpha male in all aspects of life, but his medical condition has not just had a physical effect on him but also a mental effect.
I am very proud of my figure and have worked hard all of my life to it in keep in good condition.
I was lucky enough to be blessed with desirable curves and hit the tape at a very sexy 36D-25-36 which, with my long legs, has always brought me plenty of male attention.
I almost always dress to emphasise my figure, and often enhance my shape by wearing waist tightening Waspies or Corsets always with stockings attached.
This will sound arrogant, but I've got it and have always flaunted it.
Being an exhibitionist by nature, my husband has actively encouraged me to dress like the Hot-wife at every given opportunity.
In our post swinging days I would thrive on the attention of male company and absolutely adored guys hitting on me in pubs and clubs, and I always told my husband of my encounters, which he loved to hear about.
This would always end with hubby and I having the most intense sex sessions. I would tell him what the guys had said, what they tried to do and how far I'd let them go as hubby ploughed his rock hard cock into me.
There was one time in a disco when I was dancing with one rather hunky guy, who had been running his hand up and down the waist of my skin-tight dress and when he ran his hand down my ass and thigh, he discovered that I was wearing garters and stockings.
He smiled at me when he made his discovery then moved his hand on to my ass, where he separated my ass cheeks and began to rub his fingers into my ass and pussy. It was around this time that I had started shaving my pussy and
he smoothness of my pussy made me extra sensitive. I didn't stop him rubbing my pussylips as he pushed his fingers deeper into my crevice. I began to rub his cock vigorously as he did the same to my ass and pussy.
I came quite heavily, needing to Bite my lip to keep the noise to a minimum as I felt the front of his trousers get very wet as he ejaculated from my frantic rubbing. I left the guy on the dance floor and looked out for my hubby.
When I told hubby I was expecting him to be a little angry or jealous, but he was neither, in fact he was so aroused that we had one of our best nights of sex ever.
We both loved those sessions but now with his medical condition, those days were behind us, or so it seemed.
It was almost six months since my husband had been able to achieve a full blown erection.
He was prescribed with erectile dysfunction injections, which are administered into directly into the penis, which do give him an erection for about thirty minutes, but never a bone hard cock.
These injections were only permissible once a fortnight and we've tried to make the most of them, with me always wearing my sexiest lingerie and enjoying having my husband's cock inside me, but always ending with a sense of disappointment that he could not fuck me like before.
He always took care of my needs with his fingers, tongue or sometimes with toys, but I was craving the intimacy of having a hard cock slide inside me, the warmth of a manly body as it rode me and fucked me to orgasm.
The intense feeling of having a hard cock fuck me as it ejaculated deep inside my pussy.
My husband picked up on this a few times but I dismissed it, not wanting to hurt his feelings, as he had been through so much with his recent illness.
It was after dinner one evening when we were both clearing the dinner table; he looked at me with a warm smile and suggested we have a frank conversation. Sitting back down at the table, he reached over and touched my hand lovingly. Looking into my eyes he started his monologue.
"I know you're enjoying our sex life but you're not loving our sex life. I know you want the feeling only a hard cock can provide and it hurts me that I can't provide it.
We could however resurrect our swinging days but this time with you as the activist and me as the voyeur!" He stated
"I couldn't betray you like that. In the past we were both taking part and so it was fair, enormously erotic but fair nonetheless" I said holding his gaze.
"That's true but this time it can be beneficial to both of us if you just hear me out" he said in an efficient tone.
"I can't give you what you need but I think we can give each other what we need. You need to be fucked and I need to see you fucked!" he opened "It's always turned me on watching you arouse other guys and I loved watching you get aroused during this period." he smiled as he continued.
