We have a very good marriage, and by that I mean the sex as well aseverything else. Here I’m only going to concentrate on the sex so don’t stop reading. You’ll regret it if you do! I promise. After 6 years of marriage Ben and I had a routine that we relied upon.I’m not complaining because it worked. And, well, it made possible the sex life I have now. Ben got into fantasies and stories involving sharing me with other men.Usually nameless, faceless men although I confess I always put faces on them. Typically these stories involved some guy we’d pick up at a bar. I would either service him right there.– Men’s Rooms were a favorite locale — or Ben would sneak off back home, and I’d have the guy take me home. More often than not, Ben would have me giving the guy a blowjob and of course had me swallowing. Back then it didn’t seem so appealing, but it got Ben off, so I’d play along. I swear I don’t know what was wrong with me, because now I love giving full swallow blow jobs. It really rocks the guys. But I’m getting ahead of myself. What really got Ben off was the idea that he was sharing me. Like it washis body to give. I enjoyed that then, still do. It gave me a guiltless freedom to experience other men in the fantasy. To do things with them that I was still hesitant to try with Ben. To do stuff to them that I wasn’t doing with Ben. Stuff I’d thought about. Seen in porno movies, but somehow just couldn’t cross the threshold into reality with Ben. Sorry, Ben. There are even some things I do now with other men that I do not do with Ben. Like swallowing. I let him come in my mouth, but then I just swish it all around his cock to get rid of it. I taste a little, but I’m not swallowing the volumes that he ejects. Doesn’t seem to bother him, but I’ve never asked. Fucking me up the ass is another. In his fantasies though he’d order me to suck guy after guy, swallowingload after load. He’d even talk about kissing me with the remnants still on my tongue. I’d have guys fuck me up the ass, and even ask them to do a DP on me. At the time of these early fantasies I couldn’t imagine being able to take two cocks at the same time. Boy was I wrong. But back to Ben, for him the thought of standing over me telling me tosuck harder and harder. To swallow. To spread my legs wider, to open my pussy lips while other men took advantage of me. This really got Ben off. He’d be leaking streams of pre-cum by the time it was his turn to come. I’d have already gotten off several times. He was good like that. Enjoyed seeing me come, and talked about watching me come when another guy was eating me or fingering me or fucking me. He said it made him feel connected to me in a very special way. You know, like I was his to give away and to demand sex from, and then I couldn’t help myself from enjoying it. I changed jobs about 2 years ago and found myself having to travel tocorporate in Dallas every 3 months. Ben came up with this idea where he’d email stories and fantasies about slut wives, hot wives, etc. I was to read one each night of my 3 night stay and was not supposed to masturbate. Yeah, right! Then when I arrived home I’d be horny as hell, as would he. I had no doubt that he was not masturbating because he’d explode with stream after stream of the white stuff. I kept my end of the bargain up in terms of being horny, and would come off at least 3 times. It got to be where Ben actually looked forward to my travels. I liked the idea of being away and getting horny and masturbating, freeto fantasize about whomever I chose. I normally picked guys from the office that Ben did not know, but on occasion I’d pick a mutual friend. That really got me off, and after that whenever we’d see one of these guys, I’d get a nice tingle in my nipples and between my legs. One night in Dallas, I decided that I’d go down to the hotel bar and get a couple of new faces to fantasize about. You know study them from a distance. Completely hands off. But while surveying the bar for fantasy fucks, who should I see but Kenneth. Ken and I had had a thing before I met Ben. We’d ended up not being able to stand one another. I couldn’t even remember why anymore. I guess I stared a bit too long, and Kenneth recognized me. He cameright over and sat down. It felt weird sitting next to someone I’d fucked in the past. Away from home, and alone. I scolded myself for the deviant thought. We caught up on one another, meticulously staying away… Read the rest of My Trips to Dallas
Author: Ralph from Arizona
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