We had tried anal.  Early in our relationship and again after we were married.  As they say, try anything twice.  I can't honestly say that it hurt, or that I hated it, it's just that I didn't get pleasure from it.  Compared to the pleasure that the other hole gave me, it was a dead zone.

 We had been married for almost six years and were made for each other, but we also fuck with others.  We both have jobs which taks us away from home occasionally and that provides opportunities.  Infidelity keeps us together. 

Before we were a couple, I had not had many sexual experiences and those that I had were not very satisfactory.  I was capable of orgasm, I masturbated a lot, but my dates were only interested in their own race to satisfaction.  Ben was different.  Our first date was, by today's standards, very old fashioned.  He took me to see a play in our local theatre,  amateur but very funny.  He walked me home, he asked if he could see me again and we kissed.  A very chaste kiss.

That night, I masturbated thinking about him.  I wanted him.  All of my previous encounters had been passive acquiescence on my part, outings merely a prelude to me being fucked.  Ben and I became an item.  He was the only person who seemed to know what I was thinking, we seemed able to communicate by telepathy.  To use another Americanism, we had a vibe.

The first time that we had sex was a revelation, he was very gentle.  When he came to enter me, he asked me to guide him in so that he didn't hurt me.  Just as well, because his was the biggest I had ever seen.  But it didn't hurt.  He came very quickly and he apologised, saying;

"Did you come?"

It was the first time anyone had asked.  I said no.  He then asked me to show him what to do to make me come.  It was my first orgasm at the hands, literally, of another person.  He was also the first to make me come with his mouth.  In return, I sucked him off.  I had sucked cocks previously, but made sure that they didn't come in my mouth, Ben did.  I didn't swallow on that occasion but I did the next time.  It seemed to me like the ultimate act of love.

We found a flat together, became a couple and stopped using condoms, Ben was the first to shoot spunk into me and not a condom.  I loved it. To me, his cum was the glue that held us together.  We were soon married.

Our infidelities were the result of me being asked to go on a team building weekend, it was the first time we had been apart.  On the second night away, I drank too much and ended up in bed with a colleague.  Fortunately not from my own branch.  The next morning, I regretted it.  I confessed to my husband.

He asked it a condom had been used.  I remembered so little about it and could not be sure, but the next morning I had found a used condom by the side of the bed.  So I said yes.

"That's alright then."

Said Ben.  What?  I had been fucked by another man, how was it alright?  He said;

"Do you masturbate on your own?"

 I said that I did.

"So do I, " he said.  "Isn't that a kind of infidelity? If I was to fuck another woman, there would be no love, I would just be using her to satisfy a need.  Like wanking myself off."

I was gobsmacked.

As a direct result of the team building weekend, where I had apparently showed;  'Exceptional leadership qualities', I was promoted.  This involved travel.  With Ben's blessing, if I had an itch, I scratched it.  When he changed jobs, to one which also involved travel, it seemed only fair for me to give him the same freedom.  The green light.

We always told each other about it, usually much embellished.  It became a pattern, we both would make up stories about sex with others.  It was such a, 'Thousand and one nights.' story, that brought about the next big change in our relationship.

I had started to enjoy anal.  Almost by accident.  Despite my love of sex I rarely orgasmed from penetrative sex.  Very occasionally, with me on top cowgirl style, I could find the spot, the pot of gold.  Ben loved it when it happened, my cunt would grip his cock, sucking the spunk from his balls.  If he fucked me from behind, one of us would rub my clit and I would come that way.

But Ben liked me to achieve orgasm and just in case, he would make sure that it happened before he put his cock into me, either by licking me, or wanking me.  We both enjoyed it when he placed one hand under my bum, spread my cunt lips with the index and ring fingers and pushed the middle finger into my cunt.  He would then use the other hand to strum my clit.

He would kiss and lick my tits, suck my nipples and when I came, clamp his mouth over mine in an open mouthed kiss, stifling and, as he called it;

"Swallow your cries of ecstasy."

Then he would mount and fuck me.

A variation of this was with his thumb up my cunt, his hand cupping the no-man's land between the two holes and the other hand doing the clit strumming.  The fingers of the cunt plugging hand would play with my anus.  Although I was not keen on having his cock in my arse, the skin around my pucker was very sensitive, I enjoyed the gentle touch of his fingers or his tongue.

On night, as my orgasm was near, his finger penetrated my arse, lubricated by my own abundant juice.  I had my most powerful orgasm ever.  So powerful that it scared him.  The next night, I asked him to do it again, with the same result.  When I had recovered, I said;

"Perhaps we should try again with the anal thing."

After that, if I was really in the mood for it, anal became part of our sex life and our stories developed to include it.  One that really turned him on contained a graphic description of me being fucked by two men, one in my cunt, one in my arse.  First to come was arse-man. Cunt-man then changed lanes, fucking my arse using the other man's cum as lubricant.  Anal sloppy seconds.

I was wanking Ben as I spoke, as a build up to me mounting him for our fuck.  He came instantly, the volley of spunk so powerful that it hit the wall above the headboard. I had found a new trigger.  He was ready to go again almost immediately, guess where he wanted it?  As he reamed my arse, I used my fingers to bring myself off.

It was of, course, just a story.  As far as I was concerned, my arse was his alone, none of my one night onlys had been offered that option, although some had asked.  And Ben was still the only man to fuck me without a condom.  Our entire lives had been lived with the threat of AIDS.

For our anniversary, we booked a country house hotel for the weekend.  Saturday was the big day.  The food was quite superb, the wine also.  We were both a bit wobbly as we headed for our room for the main event.  Ben was in roleplay mood.

"On your back wench," he slurred.  "Feet in the air, I'm going to take you by the cunt."

The said cunt was practically gushing, this kind of raw sex was unusual.

"Yes master."

I whimpered and obeyed, legs apart, knees up, a hand behind each knee spreading myself wide.  His cock entered in a single smooth thrust.  As I sensed Ben's climax approaching, I said;

"Please don't come in my cunt master, take my arse instead."

Unfortunately, in our hurry, we had not prepared for anal.  The lubricant was in the bedside cabinet.  Ben had to pull out to reach for it.  As usual, the cold gel made me jump as he applied it, working it in with his fingers.  But his cock had softened because of the interruption.  He couldn't get it in.   Looking down through the V of my thighs, I could see him wanking it to get it hard enough.  I could feel his frustration, he needed help.  I said;

"Pretend that the lube is another man's spunk and that I've already been fucked."

He looked up at me, grunted, and suddenly his spunk exploded out of his now hard cock.  Another medal winning ejaculation.  This time I got the benefit, his spurts landed on my arse, the back of my thighs, my belly and my tits.  The idea me being full of another man's cum had caused him to lose it.

He apologised of course, but I had loved it.  Still wet with his generous gift, I reached down and rubbed my slippery clit until I came.  Inspired, he quickly wanked himself to full erection and slid it into me.

Ben was very quiet during the drive home, deep in thought.  When we stopped outside our own house,  I asked him what had been occupying his mind.  He took my hand, looked me directly in the eyes and said;

"I want to watch as another man fucks you bareback, so that I can have sloppy seconds."

By a remarkable coincidence, I want it too.