Never think that a bed relationship with a man is limited only to bed, and I’m not talking about the place of action. I had been married for four years and my faithful had stopped paying attention to me. Despite the fact that I always try to look seductive and there are no dressing gowns with greasy spots in my wardrobe, he has cooled down. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t make contact. One day he returned home after meeting with friends and was, to put it mildly, drunk. And that’s when he got carried away. “I want to see you with another man,” the husband sniffed. I was skewed. The next day, in the late afternoon, to get over the hangover, I asked him about yesterday’s revelations about another man. My hubby blushed, which meant embarrassment. In general, several such conversations, my shock and denial, surfing the Internet and studying material on the topic, and after a few months I agreed to the experiment. — Okay, let’s try it, — I was shocked by myself. After my consent, my hubby perked up and we began to plan our experiment. They were looking for a man on dating sites, but it was all wrong. Everyone is some kind of total onanists and illiquid. In general, we did not find anyone adequate and threw our experiment into the back drawer. Every year we celebrate our wedding date and once again we were preparing to go to a restaurant. I was putting on my underwear, my faithful came up from behind and whispered in my ear: — Can you not wear it today? I took off my favorite set and put the dress on my naked body. We sat bored in the restaurant and walked home in silence. Passing by the 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 at the top of my voice so hard that I thought I’d lose my voice. My husband and I drank a lot and danced to all the songs, and at that time a 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 groping me all over, and I didn’t even know his name. My husband looked at it approvingly and smiled. And I was already flowing like a bitch, I wanted this strange man here and now. My nipples stood out through my dress, and there was a fire inside. My husband came up to me and said: — Give it to him if you want. And I plunged into the pool with my head. A man right on the dance floor lifted up my dress and touched my hole. I don’t know if others saw it, I was drunk and excited and I didn’t care who thought what. I dragged a stranger to the toilet and dreamed of licking his cock, I already felt it all how it smokes. We went into the men’s room, locked ourselves in a stall, and I knelt in front of a man whose name I didn’t know. But how I liked this feeling of excitement, the feeling of the forbidden. I loved feeling like a whore. I took his cock out of my pants and sucked it as hard as if it were the last dick in the world. I was ecstatic when he put his balls in my mouth, I came. I came from the realization that I am such a diligent wife fucking in the toilet with an unknown man. He slapped my cheeks with his hard cock, and I asked for more. But what could be better than when he put me on cancer and drove his machine into my wet hole. I moaned like a slut, getting deeper and deeper, and he used me as a litter, continuing to tear and slap his palm on the ass. After a while, he turned me around again and gave me in my mouth, a few movements behind my cheek and he came on my face. It was an incredible feeling, I smeared his cum with my fingers and licked them. Mmmm… We came out of the booth and I bumped into my husband, he was as pleased as an elephant. He kissed me and licked my hole in the same booth where another man had just used me. Now I have understood what it means to be a sexwife and laid the foundation for our new incredible sex life.