
Let me begin by saying I love my husband dearly. You may think that's not possible but it's true. I cannot imagine being married to anyone but him. With that, over the last two years, I've had oral sex with nine different men. My husband is unaware this is occurring.
A little background on me: I was overweight most of my life (now I'm what is labeled "curvy", or as my husband says is "perfect"). As such I didn't have any attention from men until I lost some weight my senior year of college, and then I didn't date because I was too busy trying to graduate. It wasn't until my next year at 24 working on my masters when I met my soon to be husband that I actually had my first date, first kiss, and first sexual encounter. Until a few years ago all sexual activity in my life came through him, and I loved it. I loved exploring myself with him and through him. I loved learning about myself and about him as we did it together.
I also was crazy about the fact that he was crazy about me. I spent the vast majority of my life feeling very ugly and unwanted. Although I was always told I was cute, it was always met with "if you lost thirty-forty pounds". It made me feel worthless. But then he shows up - tall, great hair, beautiful smile, broad shoulders. And he is chasing ME, not the other way around. He pampers me, treats me wonderfully, and the love and desire he has for me is evident whenever I look into his eyes. It's no wonder our sex life is off the charts.
Things changed several years ago. My husband's father was diagnosed with brain cancer. This floored my husband. His father was everything to him; he was his best man at our wedding, his baseball coach for most of his life, and essentially his best friend forever. Everyday he would go to the house to help his mother before and after work. It drained him, mentally and physically, and took a toll on our marriage. Our sex life suffered. We went from 5-6 nights a week (really. Most think I'm lying but this is a fact) to once every two weeks at best. I missed the sex, I missed the intimacy. I missed HIM.

I made a bad decision that changed my life. I was at the grocery store during this ordeal. A man was following me. It was noticeable because he was going down the same aisles I was yet his cart only had one item in it. He was a good looking man, mid to late fifties, and I smiled at him. He struck up a conversation and we talked the rest of my shopping, with him by my side the entire way. He didn't buy anything, just kept walking and talking with me. It felt wonderful.
We walked out and he asked for my number. I have him a fake one, and thought I'd never see him again. But when we made it outside , it was pouring down rain. He grabbed my cart and said his car was parked up front, we can put my groceries in there until the rain goes away. Then he ran off. I followed and in minutes we were both sitting in his SUV wet, laughing. It only took a few seconds before he moved in to kiss me. After some making out and heavy petting he wanted to go back to his place for sex. I knew I didn't want to do that, I couldn't do that to my husband, but I did want to please him. So I unzipped his pants and gave him a blow job.
I felt so alive and amazing. When we finished he helped me pack my groceries into my car, kissed me deeply in the parking lot like he was my lover, then squeezed my butt and said he'd call me. Of course he couldn't , and I never saw him again.
But the rush, the excitement, I knew I wanted to do that again! And the orgasm I felt when I went home and masturbated was almost out of this world! So I have. I've done it many different times with many different men. One man , I guess you can say is a steady, I've met four times . And he's the only one I've let finger me.
Things have returned to normal with my husband. His father passed, and he resumed his normal life. Our sex life is back to normal levels somewhat, but that hasn't stopped me from seeing other men for oral. It's such a tempting treat. I know many of you will think negatively of me. That's your right I suppose. But I've found something that was missing, and I don't want to let it go.

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