Never think that bedding with a man is limited only to the bed, and I am not talking about the place of action.
I've been married for four years now and my faithful has ceased to pay attention to me. Despite the fact that I always try to look seductive and in my wardrobe there are no robes with greasy stains, he lost interest. I tried to talk to him, but he did not make contact. Once he returned home after meeting with friends and was, to say the least, drunk. And here he suffered.
“I want to see you with another man,” the husband sniffed. I twisted.

The next day, in the late afternoon, to get away from the hangover, I asked him about yesterday's revelations about another man. My muzhinki was blushing, which meant embarrassment. In general, several such conversations, my shock and denial, surfing the Internet and studying the material on the topic and after a few months, I agreed to the experiment.
“Okay, let's try,” I myself was in shock.
After my consent, my peasant became animated and we began to plan our experiment.
Looking for a man on dating sites, but it was all wrong. All some solid masturbators and not liquid. In general, we didn’t find anyone adequate and threw our experiment into the far box.

Every year we celebrate the date of our wedding, and once again we prepared for a trip to a restaurant. I put on my underwear, my faithful came up behind me and whispered in my ear:
- Can you not wear it today?
I took off my favorite set and put on a dress on a naked body.
We sat in a restaurant boringly and silently walked home. Passing by karaoke, I stopped.
- Do you want me to sing to you? - I looked at him and waited for an answer. He nodded in agreement and we went inside.

There was a river of alcohol, inept singing of those present and wild dancing. I screamed so loudly that I thought I would tear my voice. My husband and I pretty drunk and danced to all the songs, but at that time some man was constantly “rubbing” around me. To be honest, I don’t remember his face at all. By the middle of the evening he was already full of me, and I didn’t even know what his name was. My husband looked at it approvingly and smiled. And I was already flowing like a bitch, I wanted this unknown man here and now. My nipples stood out through the dress, and there was a fire inside. My husband came up to me and said:
- Give him if you want.

And I dove into the pool with my head. A man right on the dance floor tore up my dress and touched my hole. I do not know whether they saw it around, I was drunk and excited, and I did not care who and what would think. I dragged the stranger to the toilet and dreamed of licking his dick, I already felt like he was smoking. We went into the men's room, locked ourselves in a stall, and I knelt before a man whose name I didn’t know. But how I liked this feeling of excitement, the feeling of the forbidden. How I liked to feel like a whore. I took his dick out of his pants and sucked so hard, as if it were the last member in the world. I was ecstatic when he put his balls in my mouth to me, I finished. Finished from the knowledge that I am such a diligent wife fucking in the toilet with an unknown man. He beat me on the cheeks with his hard member, and I asked for more. But what could be better than that when he put me on cancer and drove his unit into my wet hole. I moaned like a slut, sinking deeper and deeper, and he used me as a litter, continuing to tear and slap his hand on the pope.

After some time, he turned me around again and gave me a mouth, a few movements behind my cheek and he finished on my face. It was an incredible feeling, I smeared his cum with my fingers and licked them. Mmmm ...
We left the booth and I ran into my husband, he was happy as an elephant. He kissed me and licked my hole in the same booth where another man had just taken advantage of me. Now I understand what sex is, and it marked the beginning of our new incredible sex life.