The first time I was stealthed - I was terrified by how incredible it felt. I danced a line between condoms and bareback for years. I only remember the names of guys who pumped their loads inside me. I loved massaging cocks in my ass. I loved when guys would move in with a toothbrush for 2 months and fuck me 2-3 times a day. I’d always be clean and lubed up - so I’d take loads in saunas & showers at the gym, after yoga class, in a cabin, on the floor, etc. I was totally reckless and made it through in one piece.
Then I met my husband. He is the most extraordinary man in every way a human being can be extraordinary. When he holds me, stares into my eyes, and explodes inside of me, we’re both left in a daze. The intensity of our love makes our sexual relationship traumatizingly surreal. He doesn’t just fill me with his cum - he fills me with his whole self. The complete vulnerability in each other’s arms is not something I ever knew was possible and not something I ever want to share with anyone else.
Nevertheless, there are a few BB fantasies I haven’t fulfilled - scenarios that include multiple partners and experimentation with recreational substances. I’m not sure how to bring this up with my husband - or whether or not it’s even worth it.
Thoughts?