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I didn’t understand why my husband wanted, even needed, me to have sex with another man but I was willing to do it for him. Hell, the sight of Ron was enough to make me look forward to the experience. In the hotel room, I discovered Ron was aMoreI didn’t understand why my husband wanted, even needed, me to have sex with another man but I was willing to do it for him. Hell, the sight of Ron was enough to make me look forward to the experience. In the hotel room, I discovered Ron was a brilliant and incredible lover. I discovered something else, too. Ron was interested in my tiniest and most intimate of holes! It was my first anal sex, and you can bet it won’t be my last.Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes cuckolding, oral sex, rough sex, first anal sex, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.Here is a preview:I smiled broadly now and reached into my clutch. A moment later my wedding band and engagement ring were back on my hand. “I’m not worried about my husband finding out.” That was true. My husband already knew. In fact, I wasn’t about to sleep with Ron for me although I was looking forward to the experience. I was about to have sex with Ron because the idea of me cheating turned my husband on, and when I was done I’d go home and tell him all about it. I wondered, as I often did, why the hell my husband liked this, why it excited him. Then I wondered why it never made me angry or jealous or anything along those lines. Hell, for years, we’d been fantasizing about this, and now that I was going to do it for him, I wasn’t upset about it at all. In fact, a lot of my nervousness had to do with remembering that I needed to mentally record every detail so I could recount it for my man.Ron looked at me, and I smiled up at him. “My husband and I have an arrangement,” I said.He nodded. “I have a friend like that. He and his wife sleep with other people and they’re okay with it. You guys have an open relationship, something like that?”“Something like that,” I said as he stepped close. Ron was a beautiful man. He wore black slacks that surely set him back several hundred dollars and a button down shirt that probably cost as much as my electric bill. I lifted my leg from the floor and out of my high heel and let it trail up over his calf, and then his thigh. He smiled, picked up my leg and began kissing on my ankle up to my knee. The kisses sent thrills, and it was strange to be suddenly turned on, turned on by someone who was not my husband.