A Wife Who Has Sex With Another Mans Pole Husband Ive Actually Never Even Drank My Husbands Seme

Title: A Wifely Deviance: Spilling Secrets on the Other Man’s Seme

Dear diary,

Today, I have a confession to make. One that I’ve been keeping from my husband for quite some time now. I’ve never actually drunk his seme. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my husband deeply and we have an amazing sex life. But there’s just something about another man’s essense that excites me in ways I can’t quite explain.

It all started when I met him at the beach. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a body that could make any girl weak in the knees. I was wearing my favorite red bikini, and I could see him checking me out from across the sand. Eventually, he came over and struck up a conversation. We flirted shamelessly, our eyes undressing each other as we talked.

Then, without warning, he whisked me away to a secluded spot behind some rocks. He pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me passionately. I was shocked at first, but then I felt my body responding to his touch. His hands roamed all over my body, groping and squeezing my tits through the thin fabric of my bikini top.

He pulled down my top, exposing my big, perky breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it enthusiastically. I moaned in pleasure, running my fingers through his hair. He slipped a hand into my bottoms and began to rub my throbbing clit. I was so turned on, I almost forgot where I was.

Then he pulled out his massive cock and started stroking it in front of me. I couldn’t help but stare at it, captivated by its size and hardness. He pushed me to my knees and pressed the tip against my lips. I hesitated for just a moment before opening my mouth and taking him inside.

I stroked and sucked his cock with enthusiasm, relishing the taste and scent of his manhood. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face, his balls slapping against my chin with every thrust. I loved the feeling of being used like that, of being his cock sleeve.

And then, without warning, he started to cum. His hot, thick seme filled my mouth and throat, squirting out the sides of my mouth as I struggled to swallow it all. It was an incredible feeling, being marked by another man’s essence. I savored every drop, relishing the naughtiness of the act.

Afterwards, we both knew it couldn’t continue. But there was no denying the chemistry between us. From that day forward, we would sneak away to meet each other for illicit trysts, making love in all sorts of public places. I would always swallow his seme, reveling in the forbidden thrill of it.

Of course, I never told my husband about what I’ve been doing. He has no idea that when he fucks me and I moan and quiver in pleasure, it’s often because I’m imagining it’s the other man’s cock inside me. That when he comes inside me, I feel a twinge of disappointment that it’s not the taste of his seme in my mouth.

I know it’s wrong, and that I’m risking everything with my infidelity. But I can’t help it. There’s just something about the idea of another man, the thrill of sneaking around, the taboo nature of it all. It makes every missionary position session with my husband feel like a pale imitation of the real thing.

I know I need to come clean, to confess to him what I’ve been doing. But a part of me hopes he never finds out. Because this naughty secret is the spice that makes our marriage worthwhile. It’s the kick that our sex life needs to keep things interesting.

So I continue my affair, always careful to hide my liaisons. I take my husband’s seme sometimes, just to keep up appearances. But more often than not, it’s the other man’s cum that I crave. The cum that I know I shouldn’t have, but that makes everything feel so much more exciting.

I’m hoping he never reads this. If he does, I’m sure he’ll be furious. But for now, I just want to keep this secret diary of my forbidden desires. Because as long as no one knows about it, the fantasy can continue. And in this fantasy, I’m the wife who has sex with another man’s pole, and has never even drunk my husband’s seme. It’s a naughty secret that I can’t give up, no matter what it might cost me.