I (30F) met my husband (46M) when I was 19. He was newly divorced and had shared custody of his son, so he wasn't looking for anything serious. That's okay, neither was I. I was in college on a scholarship and dedicated to my studies, so I didn't have much time for anything but school and work.

I still carved out as much time as I could for sex, though, as I had an extremely high sex drive. I would hook up with guys (mostly older men) whenever I could squeeze it in, but even that wasn't enough. I had a Hitachi magic wand and more dildos than you could even imagine. It's a wonder I was ever able to concentrate on my school work!

I met my now husband at a café one morning after a night out drinking. I was hung over, but he was so charming. He wasn't "OMG HOT" but he was cute enough, so I gave him my number. He called me the next day and within 48 hours we met up and I was blowing him in the back row of a mostly empty movie theater.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed by the size of his penis when he pulled it out, and I thought, oh, this isn't going to be very satisfying. (I am happy to report, I was dead wrong. He is still the best sex I've ever had.) At the end of the movie he asked me back to his place, and I may have declined and called a backup, except I was so turned on by the entire experience (there were two other guys about my age in our row who were watching us and jacking off, the whole time telling my husband how sexy I was and what a lucky guy he was) I needed to be fucked asap. He fingered me in the car while he drove, and that was my first inkling of the amazing sex I was about to have. I came twice before we even got to his place. If I had been wearing panties, they would have been soaked when I stumbled out of the car.

He had a nice two story house, nothing too fancy but I liked it immediately. Most of the bedrooms were upstairs, with a single guest bedroom on the bottom floor, and we were so desperate to fuck each other that that's where we wound up.

We had sex for hours. He was so attentive and definitely knew what he was doing. He ate me out for at least an hour, and he knew exactly how to draw it out without overstimulating me.

When we finally made it upstairs, he had even more toys than me! He tied me up and fucked me with the biggest dildo while he held a wand to my clit. I squirted all over his bed and made the biggest mess. Afterwards, I felt sexually satisfied for the first time in my life.

Of course, I had to keep seeing him. I was absolutely obsessed with how good he was in bed. His penis may have been a little smaller than average, but he definitely knew how to use it. He made my toes curl every time we fucked. He still does.

We got together every chance we could, but we were both so busy between both of our jobs and my studies. When I had to fuck someone else because he was too busy, I was always disappointed, but I just couldn't go without. (Our relationship was open on both sides, so I know he saw other people when I was busy as well.)

Eventually midterms began to loom ahead, and it became harder and harder to see each other. We made what time we could, but it was never enough. (We were both pretty insatiable.) One day after a particularly long and delicious fuck session, I burst into tears. It seemed so silly to me because I actually felt really good, but I couldn't help it. He was so concerned and asked me what was wrong. I explained that I was so stressed and pressed for time between school and work, and all I wanted to do was this. It didn't help that I was close to getting behind on rent, and I wasn't eating very well.

I told him all of this and he held me so gently and comforted me until I stopped crying. Then he floated an idea. He brought up the guest room and said I could live there rent free, no obligations. I didn't know what to say! It sounded too good to be true, but we had been hooking up for a while now, and I knew he was a kind and genuine man. I realized that if I didn't have to pay rent, I could quit my job and just live off of my scholarship money, focusing on school full time.

I agreed, and I was moved in within the week. It was perfect. On the days he didn't have his son we fucked constantly any time we were in the house together. I would fall asleep in his bed every night his son wasn't with him, and on those nights he would come into my room after his son was asleep and fuck me for hours.

We really got to know each other once we lived together, and we quickly developed feelings for each other. We still didn't make things official, but there was definitely something there. We even told each other we loved each other all the time. He is the kindest, gentlest, most thoughtful man I've ever met. He would cook every meal for me that his work schedule allowed, knowing how much school meant to me. I tried to help him with the housework, but he wouldn't let me, eventually getting a housecleaner when I kept trying. (We used to joke about seducing the housecleaner together, but we never did. We did, however, catch her watching us a few times, and after that we left doors cracked on purpose whenever she came over. Once I swear she was touching herself while she watched.)

Once I finished school, he asked me to make things official. I was so happy with him that I agreed. A year later, we were married, and our life has been honestly perfect.

Our marriage has always been open, but we stopped bringing people over when we made things official. It wasn't something we ever discussed, it just happened. We went along this way for years, fucking each other whenever we could, but hooking up with other people whenever our busy work schedules kept us from each other.

Gradually, my sex drive lessened. I don't know if it was work stress or what. This past year our sex dropped to maybe once a day when we were together. That became enough for me. Even though I knew I had the option, I didn't really see anyone else. If I was going to be in the mood to have sex only once a day, I was going to have it with the best.

He still slept with other people, and that was fine by me. I knew his sex drive was still really high, and I wanted him to get what he needed. One day, though, he came to me with a proposition that made me pause.

He was sleeping with an eighteen year old college student pretty regularly (let's call her Kate), and she found herself in a similar dilemma as the one I had. We had the same house with the same guestroom, and it inspired him to ask me if we could make her the same offer he once made me. I was hesitant at first. We have sex with other people, but to have someone in the house all the time?

Still, I knew how much living here meant to me when I was in school, I'm the only one of my friends without student loan debt, so who was I to deny this girl the same opportunity?

She moved in soon after, and I knew my husband was fucking her while I was at work. It started to mess with me a bit, if I'm being honest. I never thought it would, but it did. I started feeling less desirable, even though my husband never did anything to make me feel that way. He was still as attentive as ever, and he did so much for me to show how much he loved me.

I just couldn't shake the feeling. I was in the mood for sex even less. We started having it maybe three times a week. He was worried about me, but I told him everything was fine, things were just stressful at work. He would just hold me until I fell asleep, and breathing in his scent brought me so much peace in those moments.

One night I woke up and he wasn't in the bed any more. I went downstairs and sure enough, he was fucking her. I don't know why that made me feel so bad, but it did. I went back upstairs and cried myself to sleep.

The next day my husband had to leave for a work trip, but he almost cancelled it because I told him I was sick when he asked me what was wrong. He was about to call his boss, but I was insistent that I would be okay. He brought me soup before he left, and he kept sending me my favorite soup through Uber eats every meal until I told him I felt better. He had obviously asked Kate to take care of me as well, and she was very attentive, bringing me anything I needed. She was clearly a very sweet and loving girl.

After two days of moping, I decided to get out of bed and really get to know Kate. She was very pretty, with blonde hair and green eyes. She was a little on the chubbier side, but that was okay, that's what my husband and I both like. She was thick, with the perfect curves. The perfect body, as far as I was concerned. maybe that's why I felt so threatened, but that day, I decided to look at her with a different perspective, and I liked what I saw. It was obvious what my husband saw in her. And I don't know, maybe it was because she had been so kind to me when I had been so low, but after getting to know her so well for a few days, I found myself kissing her on our couch.

My husband had suggested but never pushed that maybe we could try having a threesome. I had thought about it, but I was obviously going through some complicated emotions with one of my husband's hookups now living with us. Kissing Kate on the couch made all of that melt away.

I had slept with quite a few women in my life, but kissing Kate was different. She was softer, sweeter, so seemingly innocent. she was so eager for my affection, and my husband had been gone about a week at this time. I was so horny I could barely think straight.

She told me she had wanted this for so long, from the moment she met me, but she'd never been with a woman before. I took her to the guestroom and taught her everything she needed to know.

Afterwards, I told her let's keep it a secret from my husband until he gets back. I wanted to surprise him. She nodded eagerly, and for the next week we fucked at every opportunity. I even went out and bought a strap-on. I had never worn one because I had always liked to bottom with other women, but something about Kate made me feel feral, like I wanted to own her body completely. I fucked every one of her sweet little holes like a woman possessed. Her little breathy moans were like a drug to me, and I couldn't get enough of the sound of my strap-on sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She helped me regain the libido I had been sorely missing.

We always fucked in the guestroom for some reason, and that's where we were when my husband came home from his trip. He must have looked for me when he came through the door but didn't see me. He called my phone, and I answered almost immediately but didn't say anything. "Hey babe," he said cheerily. "where are you?"

I moaned in response. Kate may have been inexperienced, but she was eager. "I'm in the guestroom." I said breathily. "You were s-so right about Kate. She is a very good girl."

The door to the guestroom practically flew open, and my husband stared at us hungrily.

"She's a very, v-very good girl." I gasped.

Kate raised her head, my juices covering her mouth and chin, to look over at my husband. "You were so right," she purred. "Her pussy is so beautiful and absolutely delicious." She eagerly returned to her task, and my husband crossed the room to kiss me passionately. He pulled his cock out and fucked my face, coming very quickly (which is unlike him.) The three of us had sex for hours, and I couldn't help but notice that my husband seemed to pay more attention to me than Kate.

The next morning I woke my husband up with a blowjob before going for a run. I knew it was too early to wake Kate, so I let her rest. When I returned, he wanted to pick up where we left off, but I wanted to shower first. While I was in the bathroom, I texted Kate saying she should join us upstairs.

By the time I got out of the shower, Kate was already blowing my husband, who was lying on the bed looking completely blissed out. I smirked at his expression, and then went over and climbed on his face.

The three of us fucked until we were exhausted. I particularly enjoyed fucking Kate's pussy with my strap-on while she gave my husband a blowjob, but getting eaten out by her while my husband blew her back out was also quite enjoyable. She is a very quick learner, and I am eager to continue her lessons.

After we were spent, my husband looked me in the eyes and just smiled so happily. He put his hand on my cheek and told me, "You make me the happiest man on earth. I am so in love with you." Before giving me the most tender kiss imaginable.

I love my life.