How I Got Caught By My Husband
Her husband had been desiring her to take on a lover.
It was never my wish to commit adultery. I’m hoping that by the time you finish reading this article, you will get to see things my way to understand that I got enticed into committing this act by the one person who never should – my husband!
My name is Hailey, and my husband is Josh. We have been married going past four years and have experienced as many lows as we have highs. Regarding everything that has occurred between us these past couple of months, it would be easy for me to admit how naïve I was about the adulterous action I took that nearly brought harm to my marriage. But it wasn’t so much that I committed the act, but rather the individual I chose to do it with.
Allow me to explain first, after which you can then be the judge.
Josh had been suggesting to me for months about the idea of me sleeping with another man. It started innocuous at first, to the point where I’d often laugh at the idea of him sitting across the room watching me having sex with another man. He was often specific about the sort of man he wanted to see me fucking; he took his time to outline the individual in detail, like an artist making notes on a canvas. He wanted someone rip with muscles, tall, domineering with a baritone-type of voice, and must possess an ‘I-Don’t-Give-A-Fuck’ type of attitude. But most importantly, his cock has got to be thick and massive enough to cream me upon his first entry into my vagina.
What could I do except laugh whenever he unraveled more of what he had in mind for me. I tried my best to ignore it for as long as possible, but that wasn’t enough for him to stop. He kept pressing me on the subject, wanting to know if I would do it or not. I humored him at first and told him I’d think about it. Big fucking mistake that was. That enticed him to keep pushing till I got so irritated that I asked him why the fuck he wanted me doing something nasty like that.
“Because it’s fun,” was what he suggested. “Also, won’t it be a great way to sort of spice up our love life?”
“Our love life? By inviting some other man to come fuck me in front of you? You call that spicing?”
“Yeah,” he said. “At least he’d be giving you the best damn sex ever.”
“What makes you think I ain’t getting the best damn sex from you already?”
“I dunno. I reckon I’m not giving it to you hard enough; you don’t make as much noise as you once did. I simply want what’s best for you, honey.”
“What’s best for me is what I’ve got for now,” I replied. “I don’t need no other man to come give me what I ain’t already got.”
I was wary that having another man in bed with me would be an adequate recipe for the destruction of our marriage; at least, that was how I saw it. Josh, however, saw it differently. For him, it was only sex, plain and simple sex; nothing emotional needs to be exchanged. He assumed that sex for women is like me being a prostitute, and my work is simply to open my legs and take whatever dick that needs some pussy to fuck. That got me angry, and for a while, I told him not to bring the topic ever to my ear again.
Things stayed quiet for several months and Josh tried his damn best not to resume the talk, but then one night, we got drunk and decided to watch some porn in bed. Josh brought over his computer and played me some cuckold-type porn that featured black men fucking pretty white women in front of their husbands. The entire time we watched, I got to playing with my dildo while John fondled my tits while he jerked off. Afterwards, I got so hot that I could have fucked a stallion and not care. I might have gone crazy on Josh while we had sex that night and told him that I’d think about doing what he wanted.