My husband and I (Sounds a bit regal doesn't it?) had been married for eight years, we had tried most things that a couple can do and were running out of ideas.  It would be wrong to say that we had become jaded, but we were looking for new pleasures, but that might mean involving others, with all the associated problems.

My husband is a skilful and considerate lover.  He would say the same about me.  Since our marriage, we have refined our skills together, we have learned to please each other sexually so that our orgasms are more powerful and plentiful than either of us ever imagined possible.  Although I can now orgasm to order, he can still reach his climax more quickly, but he always makes sure that I am satisfied before he finishes.

I say always, that's not strictly true.  We both have well paid jobs, but whereas I find my job easy, (Don't tell my bosses!) his is more stressful.  Sometimes he comes home exhausted.  But like most men, he needs to ejaculate practically every day and there are times when he is too tired even to wank.  So I relieve him.

Sometimes I suck him off.  I like to do it, happy to receive his gift into my mouth and swallow it.  Sometimes I wank him off, I love to see his spunk shoot.  I frequently clean up the result with my mouth, sucking his cock clean and licking up spunk from his belly or wherever it lands.  Sometimes I mount him, ride his cock until he comes, in effect wanking him off with my body.  On those occasions, he doesn't make me come.  But he likes to watch me masturbate and I like him to watch, so I get off anyway.

The other circumstance when he comes but I don't, is when I have my periods.  On those occasions, I like to watch while he walks himself off.

We also both masturbate solo.  If either of us has the urge and we are not together, we indulge in DIY. Sometimes we do it together even if we are apart.  Perhaps I am at work and my 'phone buzzes with a text from him, saying simply;

"3".

This is our secret code, based on the idea that if number one is a wee and number two is a poo, number three is a wank.  If at all possible, I will go to the ladies and mastubate to orgasm, knowing that he is also in a cubicle somewhere, spanking his monkey.  Even if it's not possible to excuse myself, if for example, I am in a meeting, I know that he is wanking himself off somewhere.  It can be a bit distracting.  Of course if I  get the urge, I send him the same message.

Sometimes he has to travel on business, leaving me alone at home, on those occasions my finely honed masturbation techniques come into operation.  I prefer to use my fingers.  We do have a collection of sex toys, but we use them when we are together.  We also indulge in phone sex, providing we are in the same time zone.  I am pretty sure that he does not fuck other women when he is away from home, of course I can an never be absolutely sure, but I trust him.  Certainly I have never cheated, my fingers are enough for me, imagining the fun we will have when he comes home horny and rampant.

The sex toys are for mutual enjoyment.  Using a dildo, I can experience double penetration, with a real cock in one hole and a fake one in another.  Sometimes triple penetration.

He also enjoys a dildo up his arse, I have no problems with that, I enjoy being fucked in the arse, why shouldn't he?  Sometimes I fuck him with a strap-on.  We tried fucking with all spare holes plugged, a sort of dildo gang-bang, his cock in one of my holes, dildoes in the others and him with a dildo up his arse and one in his mouth.  It was not a success, very confusing.

So we are nothing if not adventurous, but were worried that swinging might be a step too far.  Will we, won't we?

Watch this space…