I am a very sexual person and I do really love my boyfriend, but his libido just does not match mine. Not to mention, he is not very gifted in the groin area, if you get my drift. It is a good thing he loves to please me though. When I suggested, after dating only a few months (I was never faithful to him in those few months), that we explore some of our mutual desires, it came out that he got very turned on when I spoke of my past experiences with other men. I tested the waters a little bit. I told him that after we had been together intimately for the first time, the very next morning, I had sex with one of my regular lovers. He asked me if I was not satisfied with our time together. I was honest with him, but gentle…I told him that he made me feel special, beautiful, loved and safe. Emotionally and intellectually we fit together so well. The thing was, I told him, I didn’t really have an orgasm. His face fell, but my eyes dropped for a moment, and I could see the outline of his cock in his slacks. He was rock hard! I gently put my hand on his groin and I asked him if he was okay. He face flushed red; he swallowed hard and raised his eyes to mine.

“I do not know why, but the idea of you being pleased turns me on so much, I hate that I didn’t please you that night…but, I have since then right?” His eyes implored me, he looked so hurt, but I could feel him under my hand, twitching.

I found myself growing very aroused. I was getting turned on by hurting him like this! I almost stopped. Part of me wanted to comfort and reassure him, but a larger part of me wanted to see what would happen if I pushed a little harder.

“Well, honey…to be honest, yes…to an extent” I replied. He looked confused, but curious. I continued “Every time I have been intimate with you since then, I have fucked another man shortly before. You always comment on how wet I am…that has been another man’s come inside of me. Surely you could taste it when you went down on me?”

He groaned, and suddenly the material beneath my palm was warm and wet. I glanced down, and back up at his flushed face.

“Did you really just come in your fucking pants, honey? Does knowing other men, men with bigger cocks keep my cunt nice and stretched and happy more than you ever could, turn you on that much?”

I couldn’t quite believe my luck. Had a really found a man I could connect with, who also would let me fuck anyone I wanted…at any time, and he would be turned on by it?