Filipino Shared Wife

Here's a post that has the ring of truth.  And she tells her story well:

For a long time I wanted to write this down just to let people know how unpredictable life can be, especially when it comes to sex.  The photo is because I know you'd just ask if I didn't include it.  My name is Marie, and I am a Filipino/American.  I have been married to an American man named Dan for eight years now.

Both of my parents are Filipino. I was born in Manila, but my parents immigrated to the U.S. when I was only two. My dad worked as a software engineer for a company in Washington state, but we moved to Houston, in Texas when I was five.  That's where I grew up and went to school. Since I was educated here I do speak, read and write excellent English.  But because at home when I was growing up we also spoke both Spanish and one of the forms of native Filipino, I speak both of those languages very well too.

My upbringing was a bit strange, because it was a mixture of the more modern western world and more traditional Filipino values. In the world she grew up in, women were a lot more submissive, and in some ways actually subservient to all of their husband's needs, all of them. It's kind of hard to explain to people brought up in a western culture, and it was sometimes confusing to me since I was being brought up in that same western culture too, but pleasing my husband in any way he wishes has always been very important to me.

All in all I had a happy childhood and discovered many things about myself at an early age. We didn't have a very large family like a lot of Filipinos often do. I have only one brother and two younger sisters, so with the money my dad was making we had a nice house and we each had our own rooms. Well my brother and I did, but my two younger sisters shared a room until I moved out and went to college.

Because of that I had a lot of privacy, and I can remember paying with my own body, and masturbating as young as eleven or twelve years old. When I was thirteen there was this fourteen year old boy named Tommy who lived across the street from us. He was an only child, and both his parents worked. It was at his house that I first saw a penis.

Tommy and I secretly played show and tell which eventually included touching. I was absolutely fascinated with his hard young cock.  Although it would be a few more years before I'd learn their were other words for a penis, looking back, this was definitely a cock. The point was, it was more than simply another part of anatomy to me.  Seeing it all hard, and swollen did something to me.  I loved touching it, and especially loved making it squirt out it's stuff. Of course Tommy sure didn't complain about my fascination with his hard cock, or with me making it shoot.  Even before I was fourteen, he'd already talked me into putting it into my mouth.  And I loved the way it felt against my tongue even more than in my fingers.

Tommy's dad had quite a collection of soft porn like Playboy and Penthouse magazines, but he also had a lot of X-Rated hardcore books and magazines too. It was from looking at those pictures that Tommy convinced me that all women put a guy's dick in their mouths and sucked on it, and in turn he'd play with my hard little nipples and make them tingle.  And he'd put his finger inside my wet little pussy and that felt good too.

We never did fuck.  I think we were too scared to do that, but we did pretend to do it, with us both being naked and him laying on top of me and rubbing his hard cock against my wet pussy. I liked it when he'd shoot his stuff all over my belly.  Sometimes he'd even keep going until I climaxed too.

Tommy was the first boy I did things like that with, but later had other boyfriends I did stuff with, actually all through high school. I never did let Tommy cum in my mouth so I never swallowed his cum. That didn't happen until a couple of years later, and when I found a steady boyfriend named Ricky. For some reason I was still determined to remain a virgin until I got married, but I did just about anything else you could think of sexually with the boys I dated.  But in my senior year in high school I finally gave up on the whole remaining a virgin thing, I was just so madly in love with this boy named Jack and knew that after high school he would ask me to marry him.

The first time Jack and I ever fucked was in the back seat of his old Ford Bronco. He did wear a condom, and even tough I'd sucked him off and swallowed his cum before we did it, he still came pretty fast and it was over before I even knew it. We did it a second time that first night, but he didn't last a whole lot longer then either.

The odd thing was, from the very first time I started fooling around with Tommy when I was thirteen, until I finally let Jack fuck me when I was seventeen, I'd been with six different boys and done something sexual with all of them, but not one of them had ever gone down on me. That didn't happen until I was in college and a boy finally did it to me on our very first date. He was actually pretty good at doing it, and it made me realize there was a lot more to sex that should feel good to me too.

I really did get off on getting guys off, that much was for sure, but the one guy I dated for a while in college also taught me that sex should make me feel really good too. Just to be clear about things though, my college days weren't all just filled with my quest to have sex. I studied and worked hard and graduated, and eventually got my degree in elementary education so I could become a grade school teacher. I always wanted to teach, but I wouldn't have taught kids any older than elementary school, because of my height. I could just not see myself being an authority figure at only four-foot eleven inches tall.

I was out of college, and had been teaching for about two years when some mutual friends first introduced me to my future husband Dan. With all I'd been though and done sexually, it kind of surprised me that Dan didn't try anything more than kissing me for almost the first month we were dating. In some ways it did flatter me, because I felt like it meant he respected me.  But in other ways I began to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with me, or something he just didn't like enough about me to want to have sex with me.

Even with all the boys I'd fooled around with growing up, I'd never been aggressive sexually.  I'd always let them take the lead, and guide me into the things they wanted from me sexually.  With Dan though I was already beginning to have deep feelings for him.  In a little over a month I was falling in love with him, but he still hadn't done anything more than some gentle kissing. Then another few weeks and several more dates when by, and I finally reached the point where I had to know something. He'd even said he loved me by this time too, and yet we'd still done nothing more than kissing. I did have my own apartment so one night I invited him over, telling him I wanted to fix him a traditional dinner from my native country.

Dinner wasn't really what I had on my mind for that evening though, and I knew Dan would be very surprised when I greeted him at my door wearing nothing but I sexy little nightie. He was definitely surprised, but he also seemed very nervous when I let him in and handed him a drink. I wanted to take him straight back into my bedroom and get him naked, but Dan insisted on going over and sitting on my couch in the living room.

I was very confused, because all the guys I'd ever been with would have grabbed me, and dragged me back into my bedroom if I'd greeted the at the front door in this tiny little nightie. Dan sat on my couch sipping his drink and looking nervous, and since he is also four years older than me, the way he was acting puzzled me even more. He hadn't even said so much as a single word about me or my nightie or the fact he could see my entire naked body though it, and now I really was beginning to think there must be something wrong with me.  I said nothing and took my drink and sat down beside him. We both sat there quietly.

The suspense of not knowing was too much for me so I stood up right in front of him, and I ask him what it would take to get him to do more than just kiss me? It surprised me again that Dan still looked more nervous than surprised. He suddenly stood up, grabbed my hand and walked me back into my bedroom.

At first all he did was hold me out at arm's length and look my body up and down. He then pulled me up to him and told me he loved me and he kissed me.  But then he pushed me back until I was sitting on the edge of my bed.

At that point he looked down at me and told me he was going to show me why he'd been so hesitant, so slow in doing anything more with me. I watched as he kicked off his shoes and then leaned over and pulled off his socks. I watched as he lifted his shirt off over his head and undid his own pants. He then hooked his thumbs in both his pants and underwear and at the same time as he yanked them down his legs and leaned over to slip the off. When he stood back up he was naked, and his hard cock was sticking perfectly straight out in front of him. He hadn't said a word as he dropped his pants.  He didn't need to.  For a few seconds I sat there saying nothing either, and staring at his hard cock. It was easy to see he was already fully erect, but his cock couldn't have been any more than three inches long! It was kind of fat, big around, but it was the shortest I'd ever seen including Tommy's when he was fourteen, the first cock I ever saw.

I knew it had taken him a lot of guts to do what he'd just done.  I do understand how most men seem to take a lot of pride in their hard cocks, though I think most people make too much of size. I don't have a cock of course, I've got a pussy, but it's not like I treat it like some trophy or something, not the way some men treat their cock like it's some kind of special prize.

I'd been with enough men to know that Dan's cock was not just small, it was very small, but that just demonstrated even more the courage it had taken him to get naked like that.  It made me feel even more in love with him than before.  Right away I reached out, and caressed his balls, and then his small hard cock.  I looked up at him and told him that if his concern was about size, he didn't need to worry, because I thought his hard cock was beautiful. He started to speak but I cut him off by leaning over and taking him in my mouth.  We both were quiet as I began to lick and suck.  We had a wonderful evening.

This next part of my story I'll make short, because it is just more fact than anything else anyway. The first time I sucked him, Dan came in my mouth in less than three minutes, well, maybe two. After that he got me naked too, and we fooled around on my bed until I wanted him to fuck me. The first time we did that didn't last very long either, and since it was his second orgasm in a row, his cock went completely soft after he came inside me. We did fool around me, and it surprised me a great deal that he not only went down on me and licked me to an orgasm, but that he did it after he'd cum inside me. It had taken me until college before any guy had licked my pussy period, but since then not one guy I dated or had sex with, had ever licked my pussy after cumming in me. That was the only way I orgasmed that night anyway, and after that night Dan and I did finally begin having sex regularly. His ability to last when I was sucking him did improve a little. It still wasn't half as long as any guy I'd ever sucked off before though.  As far as actually fucking went, well that really did't improve at all, and even with time he could still only last a very few minutes once he was inside me.

I never, ever complained though, and since he could get me off in other ways, I felt like he was very satisfied with our sex life. When the time came for him to ask me to marry him I never hesitated to say yes. Our sex life was adequate I felt, and I kept telling myself it and he would get better with time! Besides, I wasn't marrying a man because of the size of his cock, or how good he was in bed. I was marrying him because he was a wonderful man who loved me, and I loved him just as much!

The first couple years of our married life outside of the bedroom was more than any girl or woman could dream of.  I should have been the happiest woman in earth. I was at first, but then it was like something was missing, and I wasn't willing to admit to myself what that something was. It also wasn't helping matters that Dan seemed constantly worried about whether or not I was happy sexually. I'm even ashamed to admit that at times I'd actually get angry with him for his constant worry, and I did my best not to show that anger. After two full years of being married my husband still couldn't last more than a very short few minutes in my mouth, and he couldn't last more than five minutes at the most inside my pussy. Not only that, but we both very much wanted to start a family, and it just seemed that no matter how often we did it, each month I would still get my monthly period. So I now had two things that were seeming to agitate me more and more. The first being our sex life itself, and the second being my inability to get pregnant. Without Dan knowing it, I'd even been to the doctor to get myself checked out. My doctor assured me there was nothing wrong with me, and that I should just be patient and eventually my husband should be able to get me pregnant.

By the time Dan and I were married for three years, and our sex life still hadn't improved, and I still wasn't pregnant either.  I was getting more and more frustrated each day, and then each week, and finally as each month went by. I still tried my best not to show it, but I think he knew in spite of my best efforts. It was also so ironic that outside of the bedroom, and outside of the sex, our life was nothing less than wonderful together. Then it was almost like God was mad at me or something, and he decided to pile even more bad things on top of the already bad when it came to sex. Suddenly, my husband began having erection problems, and I think we both knew it was caused by his worry over how happy I was sexually, as well as his inability to get me pregnant. I was as understanding as I could be about it, but I also knew most of it had to be in his head. I knew that, because he could and he did get hard when I played with his cock, and even when I sucked it, but it was like the instant he went to try and put it inside me, he would just suddenly go completely soft! Time, just give it time I kept telling myself and things have to work themselves out! The problem was that by then Dan was also beginning to withdraw from me, and even that was beginning to affect our life outside our bedroom.

Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought I'd ever cheat on my own husband with another man. I have learned since and over the years now, that it's always a bad idea to say the word never! I also think that sometimes when these things happen it's not just one or two things that lead up to them happening, or that set things up so they can happen. I think it's just a whole combination of things and of circumstances that at least contribute to them happening. I do think that even now, because if just one little thing would have been different when I did it, then it might not have ever happened at all!

The things that lead up to me first cheating on Dan, started with a gym teacher named Russell, who apparently had a real crush on me at the time. Russell was a very athletic, handsome kind of guy, and even though he was married too, he was constantly complimenting me, and flirting with me, and it was obvious he really liked me. I was also at this kind of peak in my life where I just felt Dan had kind of given up on me and on us, and add to that all the anger, and frustration I was also feeling. So that's all part of it, and I big part of it I know, but there were also other circumstances, that had only one or two of them been different, I might never have done what I did. The first was Dan being out of town on business, and the second was him having to be out of town over the weekend also. That was actually something unusual, but he'd had to stay where he was because one of his meetings had been delayed until that next Monday morning. The next set of circumstances that lead up to everything happening started with one of our assistant principles retiring, and me being one of the three people involved in planning her retirement party. We were having her retirement and going away party at this club, and of course Russell would be there too, along with most of the faculty and staff.

I danced with several of the male faculty member that night, but as the night wore on I found myself dancing with Russell more and more, and then eventually he was the only man I was dancing with. As it got even later and more and more of the people attending the going away party were leaving I knew my job as one of the hostesses of the party was finished, and I knew I could and should leave anytime I wanted, and yet I stayed anyway. I also knew that I damn sure didn't need those last two drinks Russell bought me, and I was already drunk enough so that I shouldn't be trying to drive home.

I honestly don't even remember what lead up to Russell walking me out to my car in the nearby parking garage, or why we ended up walking over to his SUV first? All I really remember was being there, and then him opening up one of the back door and me sliding in the back seat. I do remember him telling me we were just talking, and waiting for me to sober up a bit, but then we weren't talking, and we were kissing instead.

I was at that point of being drunk where I think I knew what I was doing, but it was just like I didn't care. If you know what I mean. Russell was a very good kisser, and he was very smooth in getting my dress unzipped, and then pulled down in front and even getting my bra undone. By the time he was alternating between kissing me, and then kissing my neck and back to kissing my lips again, and at the same time playing with my tits and hard nipples, I think any and all of my resistance was gone. I very clearly do remember kissing him again and then me even sliding my legs open as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh. AS his fingers slipped inside my panties next, and then he began sliding them though my wet pussy lips and over my hard clit, I was so very turned on already, but when when he whispered to me, telling me how wet I was right then, I got even more turned on.

I think even with all of this happening I could have stopped if I'd really wanted to, but then his hand disappeared from under my dress, and after a long minute or two of us still kissing, he must have unzipped himself and taken his hard cock out, because now he was guiding my hand over and laying it directly on top of it.

The instant I touched his hard cock I knew I wanted it inside me. He wasn't really big or anything, but even six inches was double the size of Dan. Russell didn't have to guide me to do anything after that. I leaned over all on my own to suck it, and I even finished getting his pants and underwear off of him. I ended up sucking him off, and swallowing his cum,and then I was on my back with him on top of me, and the instant I felt his hard cock sliding inside me of I was in blissful heaven!

Everything was happening so fast there wasn't even time to worry about a condom. Besides his bare hard cock sliding inside me just felt to good to worry about anything else really. At different points Russell was pumping his hard cock into me so fast, and so forcefully, that it was just wave after wave of pleasure shooting though me, and leading up to one very strong, and powerful orgasm. Then when Russell came inside me it was like I could feel his hard cock moving and jumping around deep inside me, an I could feel his orgasm and that triggered a second orgasm in me also!

After it was over he continued to lay on top of me, and I could hardly believe his cock was still hard, and he still had it inside me. We both agreed this should probably never happen again, but we both also agreed that since that was true, and since his cock was still hard and inside me after all, there was no harm in doing it at least once more before we never did it again. Probably doesn't make much sense, but for some reason it made perfectly good sense to the two of us laying there naked in the back seat of his SUV right then. So we fucked a second time, and it was actually even better than the first. I came twice more again, and he came deep inside me for a second time in a row. After that we did finally get up, clean up as best we could and got dressed. That was when he told me his wife and kids were going cross town to see her mother the next day, and he invited me over to see him. At first I told him no way, but I finally gave in to a maybe, and he even gave me his address, and drew a small map on how to get there on the back of a grocery receipt we found on the back floorboard of his SUV.

I wasn't going to go over and see him, and then when I finally decided I was, I just kept telling myself it was so we could talk and straight this whole mess out before it went to far. I'll spare you the details of us hardly talking at all after I got to his house, but instead I will tell you that we ended up naked and in his wife's bed.  He fucked me for two hours hours straight. Of course not two hours in one fuck, but during those two hours we spent in bed together, we fucked three times, and he came inside me three times, and I climaxed no less than four times myself. I left his home that afternoon before his wife and children got back, and I was torn in so many directions about how I was feeling. I was ashamed I'd done it, and yet for the first time in a very long time I felt more sexually satisfied than ever before! My pussy even had a very pleasant ache to it, and every time I touched it, it just tingled with pleasure. I knew I'd probably never openly admit it to myself, but I also knew all that man had to do was touch me, and my mouth and my pussy were his!

We carried on our affair. Sometimes meeting for lunch for a quick blow job or even a quick fuck. Sometimes we'd meet at night in some strip center or big retail parking lot and fuck in the back of his SUV. Sometimes we'd have time to even get a motel room and fuck there, but the point is that the affair had gone on for very nearly three months by then.

The odd thing was the positive affect it was also having on my sex life with my husband. It was like the pressure was off on him to preform for me, and even though he didn't know that or why, it was making our time together in our own bedroom that much better, Dan still couldn't last very long either when I sucked him or when he fucked me, but he was getting his erections back again, and I really didn't care if I got much actual pleasure out of our fucking, because I always had Russell's hard cock to keep me and my pussy well taken care of.

At a little over three months into our affair I missed my period. Though all of this Russell had never worn protection, and I'd never asked him to because his bare cock cumming in me had just felt so good. I knew even before I took the home pregnancy test, or went to my doctor to confirm the fact I was indeed pregnant. I knew it, but then the doctor even seemed proud, as he gave me one of those I told you so talks, and all because he of course thought it was my husband who'd gotten me pregnant.

As far as my own feelings went, I was both elated, happy and terrified all that the same time. I was overjoyed I was finally pregnant, and yet terrified I would now have to lie to Dan about it and our child for the rest of our lives. Russell didn't share my joy when I told him, and he was so relieved that I was ending our affair, and not including him in any of my problems. I also knew at my size I'd have very little time before it would be too late to tell Dan, and he'd know anyway.  As ironic as even I know it sounds, our forth wedding anniversary was that very next weekend, and that's when I planned on telling Dan I was pregnant.

I knew Dan had booked us a nice hotel room for the weekend, and we had a nice dinner out that night.  We then went for a few drinks and a little dancing, before heading back to our hotel room. We were then in bed and just beginning to fool around, when I told him we needed to stop for a minute, because I had some good news to tell him.

By this time I'd already made up my mind to continue my lie, and never tell him about my affair with Russell, or who the real father of our baby probably was. I was still holding onto Dan's hard cock as I told him my news about being pregnant, but it was his reaction to my news that both puzzled and shocked me.

At first all he did was lay there quietly, and not saying a word or making a sound. I would have thought that after all this time, and for a long as we'd both been praying I'd get pregnant, that he would be jumping for joy at my news. So the fact all he did was lay there so silently and not moving or making even a peep of a sound, really did surprise and puzzle me. I finally had to say to him that I didn't understand why he wasn't overjoyed and acting happy, and that's when he looked right into my eyes, and he asked me who I'd been fucking?

Talk about feeling like someone had just smacked you square in between your eyes with a two-by-four board, at first all I could do was stutter, and nothing coming out of my mouth right then made any sense anyway! Dan just seemed to cool, so calm, and so collected as he lay there, and it was so strange that his cock was still hard, and he hadn't taken my hand off of it yet! Not really knowing what else to say right then, I repeated his question substituting "I" for his saying "you".

I then asked him why he would even think such a thing, and that was about to become the last thing I probably should have asked him right then, because his answer to that surprised me even more than his non-reaction to the news I was pregnant.

Once again he very calmly looked me right in my eyes as he told me it was because of his own doctor visits I knew nothing about, and because of all the tests he'd taken, he knew beyond any doubt that HE couldn't get me pregnant!

Feeling pretty much in complete panic right then I let go of his hard cock, and I tried telling him that whatever tests he taken had to be wrong! I tried to tell him I was sure it was his baby, even though I'd yet to answer his original question of who I'd been fucking.  I also hadn't tried to deny it either.

At that point my husband reached out and pulled me up next to him. He then confused me even more as he kissed me, and told me no matter what he still loved me very, very much. That's when he also kissed me briefly and then sat straight up in bed, and I'll never forget everything he said to me next.

He began by telling me to just lay there quietly and not say a word until he told me he was finished speaking. I had no problem doing that, because right then I was too terrified to speak anyway! He then began by telling me that after all that time trying to get me pregnant, and nothing happening, he'd gone behind my back to a doctor, and they'd done several tests on him. I didn't understand all the medical stuff he told me, but the bottom line was that his sperm count was so low, that it was like only a one in one thousand chance he could even come close to getting me pregnant.

That wasn't all though.  He definitely noticed a change in my personality, and in me, and he'd also definitely noticed the change in our sex life. At that point I was already beginning to cry in shame, but then he goes on to tell me how he's known for some time that I was fucking someone besides him, but he'd just been too afraid to tell me he knew. I was now openly crying as he was saying all this to me, but then came the biggest shocker of the entire night - he told me that the biggest reason he'd been afraid to talk to me about it was that it was something that turned him on, and he couldn't start to explain why. At that point he stopped talking, but only after he then asked me again who I'd been fucking.

I knew it wasn't good for the small, but growing baby inside my tummy, and I knew it probably wasn't a great thing to do right then, but I got out of bed anyway, and walked over to the dresser, where we had several bottles of alcohol sitting there in case we wanted something to drink. I really don't even know what bottle I picked up, but whatever it was, it was strong, and I literally took two or three big gulps and swallowed it down! Almost immediately the alcohol burned my throat as it went down, but just as quickly my head began to swim, and a feeling of warmth spread through my whole body. I could hear Dan telling me to stop, and that I didn't need to do that, but I tipped the bottle up and took two more big gulps before setting it back down!

It almost felt like a freight train hitting me so quickly, and I stumbled back to the bed and then got back in bed with him. Tears were just rolling down my face as I called myself a tramp and a slut, and then I began to confess to him the entire affair, and I did it from start to finish. When I was done speaking Dan just looked at me, and then he took my hand and he guided it to his small cock,and it was HARD!

He looked at me, and told me that from this moment on neither of us were going to lie to the other one ever again. He then told me I was going to tell him everything, and he'd do the same with me. I looked at him rather blankly when he said that, and that was only because I thought that's what I'd just done! I'd told him everything that had happened, and even going back as far as me dancing with Russell even before we fucked in the back of his SUV. So I really was confused about what he was saying to me right then.

His hand slid down over mine, and he started making my hand slide up and down is hard cock. He could tell I was confused by what he'd said, and then me telling him I I'd just confessed everything.

It was so strange hearing the change in the tone of his voice as it went from normal sounding to me, to an almost soft sexy whisper. He then told me that all I'd really told him so far was a basic outline of things, and that what he wanted to know, and then he changed that to what he needed to know, was the details.

Now I was really confused, and then even more so when he had us both lay down again, and as he started speaking he wanted me to keep playing with his hard cock, and he even started to play with my hard nipples. As he spoke his voice was low and sexy sounding, and he told me again that although he didn't know why, just the thought of me having sex with this other men really turned him on!

I still didn't know exactly what to say to him next, because I still really didn't know what he was asking of me. Dan could tell, and so he started the next conversation himself.

His first question, and the very first thing he said he needed to know, was how big of a cock did Russell have? I was stunned he'd even ask me that, much less that he seemed to really do need to know! I even looked at him and said Dan, are you sure?

He kissed me, and whispered yes, so I was just kind of like OK, and what the hell. I looked at him and at first all I'd say was that Russell's cock was bigger than his.

"How much bigger?" was his next question. When I hesitated, his hand slid back down over mine, and he told me that I had to be able to feel how turned on he was right then. He then ask me again and he told me to be specific.

That's when I finally told him Russell's hard cock was twice as long as his, but only a little bigger around. I swear to God I felt my husband's hard cock give a jerk in my hand as I said it, and he even let out a small soft moan!

For the next half hour at least we played a game of question and answer.  Even before the end of that half hour I was convinced my husband was telling the truth, and that for whatever reason my cheating on him with Russell really did turn him on! Just a sample of some of the Q&S went something like this:

Number One, how big was Russell's hard cock, and I eventually told him.

Two, did the difference in his size make a difference in my pleasure? I confessed yes it did.

Three, did I suck him? Yes

Four, did he cum in my mouth? And if so, did I swallow? Yes and yes again.

Five, he very obviously came inside me, but did he do it every time, or did he wear protection. Yes, he did it every time we fucked.

Six, why did I keep going back if I knew it was wrong?

This one took me a couple of minutes to answer, and when Dan wasn't satisfied with my first couple of answers, the truth finally did come out! Of course that truth was because I loved fucking him, and he made me climax several times every time we did it.

Seven, eight, nine, ten, and so on. The question kept coming at me, and slowly, very slowly my answers not only came easier, but they did become a lot more detailed, and I knew they were turning my husband on a great deal.

We finally did hit a point where we'd pretty much exhausted all of the important questions, and that's when I took Dan's cock in my mouth, and he almost instantly climaxed and filled my mouth with his hot cum! He then wanted to fuck me, and even though he came in me rather quickly then too, as long as I kept on talking about Russell and his hard cock, and as long as I told him as much nasty stuff as I could think of that we did, my husband's cock stayed hard inside me and he kept right on fucking me. He still wasn't big enough to get me off that way, but with a little help from my own fingers, I was able to climax a couple of times myself, and both times he was still hard and his cock was still inside me.

Dan and I had an entire weekend to talk, fuck, talk, suck, talk, lick, talk and fuck some more. That weekend was also the first weekend I ever let him put his hard cock in my ass. I knew it was something he'd been wanting to do for a very long time, but I'd never done it or let him do it that is.

That weekend though, and more than ever before in our marriage I felt I owed him anything he wanted, or anything he wanted to do to me or have me do to him. I knew so many men, and so many husbands would have thrown a cheating wife like me right out of their lives, and especially one who was carrying a baby made inside her with another man's sperm. I was just so grateful the situation had turned out nothing like I might have ever predicted.

So yes, I was willing to let Dan do anything he wanted to me, and I was willing to do anything he wanted me to do to him. Along with the anal sex I also found out another little secret he'd been hiding, and as I lay there in my stomach with my ass in the air, and he knelt behind me licking it, I discovered that I loved the feeling of his secret very much! Another thing we both discovered that weekend, and that Dan had also been hiding from me for a very long time, was the fact that I might enjoy being submissive to other men, but dominant over him in our sex life, and I actually enjoyed doing it!

We didn't have to check out of the hotel until eleven on Sunday, but we went ahead and paid for another night anyway, and just so we could continue to stay in bed together, and continue to explore and talk about a new lifestyle.

It might seem like such a short period of time to work so many things out, but between the time we were in bed together on Friday night, until we finally did check out very, very early on Monday morning, neither Dan nor I got more than probably twelve hours sleep combined. I know it sounds so quick, and so, well almost impossible we'd work pretty much everything out by the time we were on our way home to shower, change clothes and each go to work on Monday morning, but all that almost non-stop sex AND non-stop talking, and I really was well on my way to becoming a slut, shared wife, while he was on his way to becoming my wonderful, loving, and sexually submissive husband! We both agreed my affair with Russell was over, but by the end of that weekend we'd both agreed to find someone else as my lover. Only this time we'd be sharing the entire experience together and with no hidden secrets.