In the earlier years of our marriage, my husband, Kevin, and I realized that we’d done almost everything we could think of to keep feeding our extraordinary libidos in a monogamous relationship. We discovered the wonderful world of the Dominant/submissive lifestyle and embraced that with gusto. I signed a sex slave contract and gave myself to my Master willingly. This led to our foray into BDSM and my realization that pain can induce pleasure for me.
I relished being tied up, and he reveled in using a variety of sex toys to play with me. Nipple clamps and handcuffs became the norm, as did pushing the envelope to find large items to fuck me with. After all, I had to earn his cock. It was during this time that my oral skills went from decent to off-the-chart. If only excelling at giving head was something you could put on a resume.
Still, we eventually came to a point where we felt there needed to be more. While we were still very much in love, we both agreed that it would be exciting to try including others in our sex life. We found the perfect couple to swap with—our best friends, who were thrilled when we approached them.
We will skip over all the ugly parts; suffice to say, it was a great idea until it wasn’t. There were too many hidden feelings and emotions, and it all blew up in our faces. Sadly, their motives were different than ours.
We tried a few random hookups, but those were equally unsatisfying for the opposite reason. Without feeling any connection to others, it was just ordinary fucking and seemed pointless. The part that remained exciting, however, was the incredibly hot sex we would have with each other afterward. So, we agreed to keep looking for what would give us that sexual high without compromising our standards.
We started researching options such as cuckolding and hotwifing. The former didn’t seem to be a good fit, as my man is an alpha-dominant male, and I have no need or desire to humiliate or denigrate him. But the latter posed some intriguing possibilities.
As luck would have it, a colleague of mine expressed frustration with his marriage. His wife did not enjoy sex due to health reasons, which left less-than-stellar blow jobs or self-love as his only options. He deeply loved his wife, but he missed the feeling of his cock sliding into a hot, wet pussy. I suggested there may be another way to take care of his needs.
Sam was the perfect addition to our bedroom. With him, we explored different scenarios that included hot wife sessions (followed by reclaiming), threesomes, and the crème de la crème: being double penetrated. His cock was smaller than Kevin’s, so Sam got to enjoy my very tight ass on many occasions. He was like a kid in a candy shop and was always so appreciative of our sexual escapades.
I started going to work early to meet up with Sam for oral sex in the supply room or under his desk. It was risky and erotic, and it ticked all the boxes for us. Kevin was thrilled that I was enjoying myself, and he was always eager to reclaim me as his submissive slut.
But eventually, all good things come to an end. While I was pregnant with my second child, Sam came to my house in the afternoon for some hot pregnant sex. We sucked and fucked like animals, and I came several times. However, Sam did not. He admitted that he was starting to feel guilty about fucking another man’s pregnant wife while his own wife wanted to be pregnant more than anything. He reluctantly broke things off so he could focus on being more supportive as she worked to find a doctor who could treat her issues so that sex would be less painful for her. It was the right thing to do and very admirable. But it left a hole in our sex life.
At this point in our lives, finding in-person fun opportunities was hard. Kevin was traveling so much for work, and I was attempting to balance full-time work with motherhood. Plus, his status as a global business owner and mine as a pillar of the community would have been too easily compromised by going back to meeting random guys.
So, we did a little research and found a (now defunct) adult chat site. I connected with both men and women and was able to appease my ridiculously high sex drive in a way that worked with my schedule and kept our friends and neighbors clueless about our depraved proclivities. Then, when hubby came home, he would reclaim me. The sex was absolutely amazing!
That’s when a man named Rick came into the picture. I met him on an adult chat site. We hit it off instantly, having many similar interests both sexual and otherwise. He assumed I was Polish because of my name, Katarina. Since he found that a turn-on, I didn’t correct him, which became a challenge when we took our nightly chatting from messaging to talking on the phone. Fortunately, I grew up in a predominantly Polish neighborhood in Detroit and managed to pull off a convincing Polish-American accent in my efforts to keep a bit of anonymity.
Rick’s reasons for chatting online were different than mine. He was divorced because his marriage went off the rails when his wife decided to cheat on him. Although they had been playing phone sex games with other couples, she took things further and met a guy in person without telling him. He couldn’t get past her indiscretion and decided it would be better to split. So, he was looking for some no-strings-attached sex in his local area.
Local, I was not, but I’m apparently a helluva lot of fun to converse with. We connected on a myriad of levels, including our penchant for non-vanilla encounters.
We talked about all kinds of things, not all of them sexual in nature, and we became long-distance friends with benefits. He was happy to be the bull to our stag and vixen lifestyle. And, as always, the reclaiming sex between Kevin and I was hotter than fuck!
After about a year of remote fun and games, Rick asked if I would ever entertain meeting in person. I discussed it with Kevin, and we both agreed that it was titillating to think about me flying to another city for the purpose of getting fucked. But we wanted to make sure I was safe.
Rick wanted me— so much so that he offered reassurance in the form of telling me his last name, where he worked, and that he had a seventeen-year-old daughter who was his whole world. He could have been lying, but I did a little research and was able to confirm that all of what he said was true. I told him I would give it some serious thought.