Hook Ups Saved my Marriage

I’m not exaggerating when I say that my marriage was about to end. My husband is a great guy but we’ve never been on the same page when it comes to sex. I’ve always been the crazy one and he’s barely ever had sex with the lights on or in any position other than missionary. I knew that it was boring when we first started dating, but I thought that I could deal with it. I’d already had way more than my fair share of freaky sex and he was always amazing in every other way. He’s never treated me as anything other than the most important woman in the universe. He’s always been the first person to ask me how I’m feeling and he’s great with my family. Now we have our own and I started to feel that old, familiar itch again. I don’t know what triggered it. I had been fine with the way things were. No, I wasn’t as satisfied with my sex life as I had been in the past, but there was more than enough porn on the internet to keep me going. I can’t count the number of times I’d have missionary sex with him them sneak into the bathroom to finger blast myself to some hardcore fetish porn. Actually, maybe that’s where all of this started.

He caught me once

I was always really careful about waiting until he was fast asleep before I took care of myself. No, I couldn’t always make it to the bathroom, but I was always quiet. There were times when I was able to just slip my hands under the blanket and get myself off, then just roll over and sleep next to him all night long. There was one night where I was feeling really crazy. It had been so long since I had crazy fuck sex that I couldn’t get my mind off of it. I just closed my eyes and let him do what he had to do to me that night. He barely thrust himself in and out of me for a minute or two, dropped his load, and went to sleep. That was pretty usual for me. I rolled over and reached under the bed as soon as I heard him start to snore. I pulled out my special box and quietly made my way to the bathroom.

I needed it hard

I know I had to make that night extreme. I was starting to eye the guys in the mall and shake my ass at them and it made me feel like shit. I had no desire to cheat on my husband, but I also had this deep desire to get good and fucked. It was a battle raging inside of me at all hours of the day and night. I set my phone up on the bathroom floor and got on my hands and knees. Yes, the fact that it was a dirty bathroom floor made it better for me. I’m just that kind of girl. Anyway, he walked in on me that night. I guess I had the porn playing a little bit too loud. He opened the bathroom door and saw everything. My biggest, blackest dildo was deep inside my asshole. I was pounding my massive glass dildo in and out of my pussy fast enough to heat it up. He got the whole view because my ass was pointed right at the door. He also got an eyeful of the girl handcuffed to the table while twenty guys ran a train on her and came in her face in the porn I was watching.

He was Quiet for Days

The next week was nothing but torture. My husband would barely speak to me. I could tell that he had no idea why I was doing those things to myself while I was watching that video. He was miserable and so was I. I never had any intention of making him feel like that. I finally came to the realization that I couldn’t keep putting this side of myself on hold. I was too unhappy to take care of the house and I was too ashamed to apologize to him. I decide that I needed to find a way to satisfy both aspects of my life and the only way to do it would be to step out. I couldn’t get caught like that again. I couldn’t keep going without him talking to me. I couldn’t keep feeling so miserable all of the time. I made the decision to seek out the kind of sexual fulfillment that I needed to save my marriage. I signed myself up for a site and starting looking for someone. It wasn’t long at all before I found a couple seeking a third.

I had the Best Sex of my Married Life

I snuck out and met the couple during the day. It was the best time for me to do it. I can’t talk about all of the things that we did together. Let’s just say that I was still cumming while I was driving home a few hours later. I was all showered and there were no signs of the filthy shit I had just gotten into. I saw my husband and gave him the biggest kiss I had ever given him since we started dating. I finally worked up the courage to say I was sorry about the bathroom. I told him it would never happen again. That night I was able to keep my eyes open and stare right into his while he gently slid his small dick in and out of me. It felt so good to be on the same page with him that I slept with his arms around me all night long. I don’t even masturbate anymore. When I feel the need, I just find a hook up and get it out of my system. There’s no build up and no tension anymore.