Hi everyone! Let’s dispense with letters ? for our names. S will be Steve and I will be Leslie. We wanted to share how we got into this crazy stuff and from there share some of our experiences.
So how’d we start? Not on the right foot. I had an affair with a neighbor that I ran with in the mornings. I didn’t look for it or seek it out...but in many ways it was inevitable. I don’t share that lightly and neither am I proud of it. I hurt the person I love most in this world and I almost broke us.
(There’s a limit to words here, so I won’t go into great detail about the fight we had to make for our marriage...but feel free to ask and we’ll answer, I promise. Just be nice about it ?)
Back to me not looking for an affair:
My husband was my first and only until I strayed...but I always felt that I wanted more as far as sex goes. I love sex with my husband, but it’s more about expressing how we feel toward one another than pleasure. It’s truly making love. I do enjoy it...but I always knew I wanted more. I should also say that none of this is meant to humiliate my husband. He knows what I’m writing and that I’m just stating facts. So when I say that my husband is small, it’s not meant to be degrading...it’s just meant to be honest and open. Because of that, running with my guy filled my head with ideas about what could be. Again, I wasn’t looking for anything but the way my running partner looked in his shorts didn’t help! I’ll call him Robert. Robert is about 4” or 5” taller than my husband. He’s in great shape. He’s yummy black. And he has a respectful confidence that is through the roof! I was growing infatuated. To cut a long story short...Running, turned to innocent texting, texting turned to flirting, flirting turned to innuendo, innuendo turned to sex. Not just sex.......but SEX. He texted me one night asking if I would like to come to his house instead of running. I knew what he meant. I should have said no. I should have started the conversation with my husband about what I was beginning to understand about my needs...but instead I just texted back “ok”. I was crazy scared. Undeniably filled with guilt. But I couldn’t say no. So I went. It was the first time I had ever been “fucked”. I don’t use that word in a crude manner. It just better describes the kind of sex Robert and I have. He fucks me. We fuck. (Why do I like saying that ??) But it was more than that. Much more.
When I got into his house, we both knew what was going to happen. But Robert made sure I knew. He immediately pulled me to him and reassured me that he didn’t want to take me from my husband...that thisvwould be purely physical. He asked me if I was okay with that. I just looked up and nodded. Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I won’t go into all the details, but what changed for me that day was life altering. I had never felt or seen such a beautiful cock. It’s long and thick and black. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Scared might be a better word! But I was so attracted to it. The weight and feel and taste was just amazing. Feeling it swell in my mouth is something I can’t really adequately describe. It’s just amazing. Oral sex with my husband is more of a means to an end...(at least it used to be)...before that day, I had never really enjoyed it. But Wowzers! I love it now. Especially with Robert! But the life changer for me was feeling him enter me. I couldn’t take him all that day...or the next...or the next...he’s easily twice as big as my husband...probably more. But I had never felt sooooo full. It was like ever fiber and nerve of my pussy was being touched all at once. It was mind blowing. Robert was gentle the first few times...but Robert being gentle is still fucking compared to sex with my husband. It was amazing. (If you have any questions please ask...just have to be brief) After that day it’s all I could think about. Truly. I was not going to stop. I couldn’t. I knew it and Robert knew it. After about 6 months of being fucked 3 or 4 times a week, the guilt was starting to ...... me. I just couldn’t do it anymore because I truly loved my husband. So Ibroke it off with Robert and confessed to my husband.
That was awful. It was awful. And it was my fault. After the initial blow. We started to talk more openly. He asked why. I told him. He asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted my husband and my marriage. We went to counseling. Fought for us. And we won! But eventually we started talking about what couldn’t be ignored. For all my husband’s strengths...the kind of sex I craved wasn’t one of them. Once he understood that and that it was purely physical we started to research how we could make our marriage work. That’s when we found this lifestyle. The more we learned, the more my husband wanted me to seek out what I needed. And for him, the best candidate was the guy I had the affair with. He wasn’t emotionally attached to me. He was obviously discrete. And I obviously loved sex with him.
So after several weeks of more talking I talked to Robert and asked him if he would want to enter into that kind of relationship. He jumped at the chance! And here we are!
So how’d we start? Not on the right foot. I had an affair with a neighbor that I ran with in the mornings. I didn’t look for it or seek it out...but in many ways it was inevitable. I don’t share that lightly and neither am I proud of it. I hurt the person I love most in this world and I almost broke us.
(There’s a limit to words here, so I won’t go into great detail about the fight we had to make for our marriage...but feel free to ask and we’ll answer, I promise. Just be nice about it ?)
Back to me not looking for an affair:
My husband was my first and only until I strayed...but I always felt that I wanted more as far as sex goes. I love sex with my husband, but it’s more about expressing how we feel toward one another than pleasure. It’s truly making love. I do enjoy it...but I always knew I wanted more. I should also say that none of this is meant to humiliate my husband. He knows what I’m writing and that I’m just stating facts. So when I say that my husband is small, it’s not meant to be degrading...it’s just meant to be honest and open. Because of that, running with my guy filled my head with ideas about what could be. Again, I wasn’t looking for anything but the way my running partner looked in his shorts didn’t help! I’ll call him Robert. Robert is about 4” or 5” taller than my husband. He’s in great shape. He’s yummy black. And he has a respectful confidence that is through the roof! I was growing infatuated. To cut a long story short...Running, turned to innocent texting, texting turned to flirting, flirting turned to innuendo, innuendo turned to sex. Not just sex.......but SEX. He texted me one night asking if I would like to come to his house instead of running. I knew what he meant. I should have said no. I should have started the conversation with my husband about what I was beginning to understand about my needs...but instead I just texted back “ok”. I was crazy scared. Undeniably filled with guilt. But I couldn’t say no. So I went. It was the first time I had ever been “fucked”. I don’t use that word in a crude manner. It just better describes the kind of sex Robert and I have. He fucks me. We fuck. (Why do I like saying that ??) But it was more than that. Much more.
When I got into his house, we both knew what was going to happen. But Robert made sure I knew. He immediately pulled me to him and reassured me that he didn’t want to take me from my husband...that thisvwould be purely physical. He asked me if I was okay with that. I just looked up and nodded. Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I won’t go into all the details, but what changed for me that day was life altering. I had never felt or seen such a beautiful cock. It’s long and thick and black. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Scared might be a better word! But I was so attracted to it. The weight and feel and taste was just amazing. Feeling it swell in my mouth is something I can’t really adequately describe. It’s just amazing. Oral sex with my husband is more of a means to an end...(at least it used to be)...before that day, I had never really enjoyed it. But Wowzers! I love it now. Especially with Robert! But the life changer for me was feeling him enter me. I couldn’t take him all that day...or the next...or the next...he’s easily twice as big as my husband...probably more. But I had never felt sooooo full. It was like ever fiber and nerve of my pussy was being touched all at once. It was mind blowing. Robert was gentle the first few times...but Robert being gentle is still fucking compared to sex with my husband. It was amazing. (If you have any questions please ask...just have to be brief) After that day it’s all I could think about. Truly. I was not going to stop. I couldn’t. I knew it and Robert knew it. After about 6 months of being fucked 3 or 4 times a week, the guilt was starting to ...... me. I just couldn’t do it anymore because I truly loved my husband. So Ibroke it off with Robert and confessed to my husband.
That was awful. It was awful. And it was my fault. After the initial blow. We started to talk more openly. He asked why. I told him. He asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted my husband and my marriage. We went to counseling. Fought for us. And we won! But eventually we started talking about what couldn’t be ignored. For all my husband’s strengths...the kind of sex I craved wasn’t one of them. Once he understood that and that it was purely physical we started to research how we could make our marriage work. That’s when we found this lifestyle. The more we learned, the more my husband wanted me to seek out what I needed. And for him, the best candidate was the guy I had the affair with. He wasn’t emotionally attached to me. He was obviously discrete. And I obviously loved sex with him.
So after several weeks of more talking I talked to Robert and asked him if he would want to enter into that kind of relationship. He jumped at the chance! And here we are!
