Susan Begins To Submit

Susan Begins To SubmitIt seems that for the moment, I'm the one submitting entries into my husband's blog so the title for this entry seem appropriate. I know this is an afterthought since Antonio and I have already posted a lot of erotica but this reading contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity and is intended for mature nonjudgmental adults. If reading about sexual situations is offensive to you then stop.Our new lifestyle really took off when we decided to go on a romantic escape. My husband, Antonio, and I had made a plan for a weekend away. He had reserved a room at the Airport Marriott Convention Center near our home (It was right in the center of the convention district) and had planned to start things out with a romantic dinner, a nightclub adventure then a hot night of wild sex. I was rather aprehensive as we drove to the hotel because I was suspicious about his motives. I know if the opportunity present, my husband will get me to have sex with another man. I loved my husband very much and I had always wanted to do everything I could to make him happy but sex with another man was one of those things I was only able to do when drunk. Please don't get the wrong impression. I was never a prude. I look admiringly at other men and Antonio knows it. That kind of thing was never an issue with us. In fact, I actually encourage him to enjoy all available "eye candy" whenever possible and he does. Neither of us feels intimidated or threatened by looking at other people. I suppose it was this open attitude that precipitated the eventual change in our sexuality.Antonio thinks I'm prettier than other women and has even suggested that I'm too hot for just one man. I never did think that much of my looks especially now that our k**s are grown and gone. To start with, my breasts aren't large. They sort of stick out in my sometimes B and sometimes C cup bra. My face was pretty, with big brown eyes and full lips, but I think my nose is big and snout-like. At five-foot seven-inches I wasn't particularly tall. My legs were nice but not particularly long and my butt was just OK. My long brown straight hair was full and I was confident in my appearance, but I didn't think of myself as someone who turned heads. I'm just an average every day, soccer-mom, wife and pharmacist. I just didn't think of myself as overly attractive. My husband continually tries to convince me otherwise. One day just before I got dressed, he stood me facing my full size mirror, embraced me from behind, and began kissing the back of my neck. He cups my tits in his hands and tells me how they're just the right size and perfect shape; then he moved his hands on my belly, along my waist and the curves on the sides of my body, starting from my armpit going down my waist, then he moves his hands on my hips and around my bottom. He said,"You have a hot sexy body! You're too hot to be a married woman and you should be aware of that! This sexy body is ripe for a new big fat hard cock and I want to see you get it. I want to see another man seduce and fuck you."I've known he was absolutly serious from the start. Antonio wasn't just suggesting; he was telling me that I should have sex with another man. Not only that, his full erection told me that he was actually arroused by the idea!As we talked more Antonio once again attempted to explain how at this time of our life with our k**s old enough to take care of themselves, the emphasis on our marriage should be on us. My husband sounded so very convincing but the tiny voice of reason deep in my mind pointed out how his pursuasions would demand a new commitment from us as a couple. Antonio said we were financially secure with few demands on our time so we should seriously talk about making better use of our leasure time and maybe expanding our sexual horizon. My husband turned my face to his and we kissed deeply as he continued mauling my breasts. I suddenly got a message from my logical mind. I saw the contridiction in his argument and decided to express how risky an idea this was by once again reminding him what sex was all about and how this time I can very well get pregnant if another man were to touch me again. I told him I know he loved the taste of my breast milk but would he enjoy it as much if I was carrying another mans c***d; a c***d we would have to parent for the next 18 years. I then commented that since he got the vasectomy we never worried about an unplanned pregnancy but with me letting another man ejaculate inside my pussy, that worry returns. My efforts backfired completely but I suspected they would. By then he was much too consumed by lust as he lifted me over to the bed and ravaged me as if I were a common whore. I loved it!After our mutual orgasms we continue to talk. I was shocked when he told me he loved my idea and how any man I have sex with would need to ejaculate inside me. He told me he not only wanted to see me having sex with another man but he wanted to fuck me right after the other man does so that he can feel my pussy with the other man's sperm inside. He said it will be like he was the one to make me pregnant so he'd be the father of the baby. I've heard of the term 'sloppy seconds' but until that moment, I never fully appreciated what it meant. Antonio often brought up the subject Escort of having sex with me after another man already did. As often as he brought it up I remained reluctant. I warned how romantic I am and how a messy emotional complication could develope between another man and me leading to our marriage breaking up. He saw through that right away and told me we loved each other too much for that to ever happen. My husband would then tell me how much he loves watching my expressions of pleasure