I adore my husband more than life itself and his cock certainly makes me incredibly happy and what I do with other men never touches that sense of loving lust I have for him... But there is nothing that compares with the intensity, the overpowering sensation of a brand new, delicious, rock hard cock reaming me, conquering my body and mind. I lust to be powerless under new men, pinned to our bed, impaled, filled, stretched and helpless to all the new sensations… I love it. It doesn’t matter to me how many other guys I fuck. It doesn’t matter if I am invited out to a motel or play about at home. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s just a quickie in the back of a car or if I invited away for an entire weekend. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s a one night fucking or a long sensational affair. No matter how much I play, when I make it back to my husband at home, he is always ready to welcome me and ready to show his adoration of me by hungrily going down on me, or dragging me to our bed, reclaiming me, excitedly ploughing through my puffy pussy, mixing himself about in my sloppy, spunky seconds. Every woman should have a loving husband like him to come home to after sex.