Aaron and I had been together for ten years, married for the last six. During that time, sex had become beyond boring. Sex once a week, Sunday mornings, Aaron fucked me. I say 'fucked me' as it wasn't love making with little kissing or foreplay, always missionary, he lasted a few minutes, leaving me frustrated. He didn't even hang around to watch me wank. I hadn't topped him since the early years of our relationship.
One Sunday, after yet another disappointing fuck, I blew my top. "What about my feelings? Don't I matter? What the fuck's gone wrong with our sex life?" Aaron was shocked and taken aback by my outburst. Defensively, he replied, "What are you on about? We have sex once a week, that should be enough". "Yes, that's exactly it. You fuck me in minutes Sunday mornings, with only your own needs in mind. You have no interest in my satisfaction, and it pisses me off". "Well, if you're so clever, what do you want us to do, divorce?" "No, I still love you, but we need to talk this through. Not now, think about it for a day or two, then we'll have a grown up chat".
On Wednesday, we went to a pub, another thing we had stopped doing. Sat in a corner out of ear shot, we chatted over a couple of beers. "Okay Dom, tell me what you would like to see happen". "Well, two things. Firstly, let's get back to love making instead of a five minute shag that leaves me frustrated". "And, the other?" "You may find this more contentious. You are the only guy I have ever been with, you took my virginity. You were tender and caring, and I truly believe we can get back to that, but I think our relationship would benefit if it were more open". He clearly wasn't expecting that suggestion. "Well, I'm going to need a while to digest this, but, on the face of it, it may work". That Sunday, Aaron was much more attentive, kissing and having foreplay before making love properly, even giving me a blow job after he had cum to satisfy me. We spent most of the morning in bed, basking in the afterglow of sex, and talking about opening the relationship. "Honesty is a must, and jealousy a no no" "I'm cool with that", he replied, "Do we have fun together, or do we do our own thing?" "Both, as long as we tell each other what we're doing. We can go on a dating app and have both individual profiles, and a joint one, if you are agreeable".
We spent the afternoon taking photos of one another and building profiles. It was quite funny, we even measured our dicks. Mine 6", Aaron's nearer 7. We checked for spelling mistakes, counted to three and uploaded, and celebrated with a beer. That evening, I kissed him and gave him a blow job, something I hadn't done in years. We also put ourselves on PrEP
I was at work when my phone pinged. I had a message from a 30 years old guy, inviting me to his place, saying that he was a versatile top, He looked fit as fuck, with a fat, uncut cock. It was with some trepidation that I told Aaron that evening. He took it remarkably well, "That's cool, maybe I'll get lucky as well" The guy messaged me back and forth, and we arranged to meet Friday evening. Home from work, I douched and showered, and selected Armani briefs with sweatpants and a hoodie. Aaron actually kissed me and wished me good luck. Over at his address, I walked up and down a couple of times, persuading myself to go through with it. I eventually rang the bell. The chap was taller than I imagined, about 6", with a gleaming smile. I kicked off my shoes at the front door. He could see that I was nervous, so I explained that my husband and I had decided to open up our marriage, and that he was my first hook up. He closed the door, leaned forward, kissed and embraced me, then led me straight to his bedroom. Once there, he slowly undressed me, kissing me everywhere. I felt like putty in his hands. With me down to my briefs, with my erection straining to get free, he invited me to strip him. His broad chest was covered in a mat of hair, that continued across his flat tummy into his boxers. He pulled me onto the bed and we kissed and cuddled, finally removing our underwear. His fat knob was surrounded by more hair. Working my way down him, I gave him head and licked his hairy sack, making him produce some precum. From under his pillow, he brought out a bottle of lube and I knew it would be now or never. Delicately, he lubed my hole and pushed a finger in. Satisfied that I was ready, he greased his pole and told me to sit on it. I held the base and guided it in. Leaning forward to kiss, I gave him room to start humping. I urged him on with moans and groans. As he banged harder. I took myself in hand. We came together, me on his hairy chest, him pumping spunk into me. We lay recovering, with him saying I was a fantastic shag. I dressed and left, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction.
Back home, there was an unusual car outside our place. Going indoors, there was the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from our bedroom. I crept upstairs where the bedroom door was ajar. Aaron had a ginger haired boy flat on his back, going at it like hammer and tongs. Cum glistened on the lad's chest as Aaron grunted and bred him. It made me hard again watching them. I crept back to my car, and waited for the guy to leave, gave it a few minutes, then came in. Aaron asked me how it went, so I told him about the fucking I had received. I then asked him what he'd been up to while I was away. He looked coy, but then confessed that he'd seen someone. "No secrets", I reminded him, "An open relationship must be exactly that, open. We went to bed, where I sucked his still sticky cock and he felt my wet hole. I couldn't wait for the next encounter.
