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This is one fuckin hot story! Please keep it cumming and our anti-hero deceiving himself!

Great start!

'Just a photo session' ... I love it. It's like 'just the tip'. I can't wait for the next installment of this excellent story!

Hot! Yes more please.

Thanks for sharing your journey and the vulnerability of your questioning. I can relate to many of your steps. I was pozzed before the development of PreP. I really wasn't chasing, but the night I said "fuck it, I’m giving into my overwhelming desire for bb" I got knocked up. I'll never forget the thrill of feeling him climax deep inside me. Knowing this stranger was newly diagnosed and therefore highly toxic just added to the thrill. When I left the doctor's office with my diagnosis I spent an instant feeling upset and guilty, but just an instant. I gave myself a shake and reminded myself I chose to take the risk "It's done, regret and guilt won't help. " In my thinking and value system sex is meant to be intense! For me risk adds to that intensity! It's why I love raw sex with strangers. I would encourage you to trust your questions and trust your path no matter what others think one way or the other. If you need to embrace the risk, flush the pills in celebration 🍾

Quickies! Recounted and shockingly more! When I got back to our trailer my husband had happy hour prepared. Crackers and cheeses, as well as a very dirty vodka martini. Which included 6 fat and juicy olives. He knew this was my favorite. I asked him, “Nice, what’s the occasion?” “Why your ass getting so much attention. What else?” I was shocked by his words, clearly I wasn’t as discreet and un-noticed as I thought. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be that obvious.” My meek apology. See, although we had agreed to an open relationship years before, I knew he didn’t play and had not trusted that he was OK with me doing so. I especially didn’t feel comfortable letting him know how much I play bareback. He was unusually cheerful and spoke on, “No need to apologize. It’s not for me, but I think it’s hot when I know you’ve got a stranger’s seed painting your gut!” I was so shocked I chocked and spat my drink. When I regained my composure, he was laughing. “I’ve known you’re a cum slut since we met. When I gave an unlimited ‘hall pass’ with our marriage I knew full well how you’d cash it in. When that guy followed you into the washroom this morning I recognized the twinkle in his eye. By the time I saw him come out and kiss his wife I knew you had what you wanted from his man tool.” “Sorry.” My meekest voice. “Don’t be sorry. I was so proud when you landed loads from the two young guys that were on the return ferry. Not to mention your score with that hunky young dog walker. Four loads in one day! Is that your record, or have you scored more?” Who had my husband become? I confessed; “Actually 6 loads today, two of the dog walker’s friends joined us.” “That’s amazing! Good for you. So is six your record for one day?” He was so curious. “No.” “How many?” he persisted. “You really want to know?” I didn’t trust what I was hearing I’d hidden for so long. “Yes, I really want to know.” There was no hesitation or judgement in his voice. “Twelve, I was the cum dump at Eddie’s birthday party, it was fucking amazing! TMI?” “Not too much at all. I wish I had been there to watch. Did the birthday boy suck some of their cum from your ass?” I didn’t even know he knew of such sex play. “Um …. Ummm… yeah. He had first dibs, and the rest was worked in the icing on his cake.” “Sick … I love it! Why don’t you put some of that fresh stuff with your cheese?” He invited. So, I reached in back of my shorts, harvested a few fingers of cum and ass juice and gobbled it off of a cracker. My shock factor was rocked again; he came across and planted a big kiss on my cummy lips! “Don’t be so shy next time. I want to know every detail.” He urged. I didn’t expect it so fast, but I was able to test these waters the very next day. We were visiting a park with a trail to a series of vista lookout decks. There were a good number of other tourists but one caught more than my eye. He was a tall, mid-thirties, bearded guy with dark brown eyes. Even for his big frame he had a huge gut which usually turns me off. But from the moment I saw this guy I just wanted to kiss him. Crazy I know, especially since he was with a woman. The crowd was very dense at the next viewing deck, and I was almost pushed into this guy. His face inches from mine. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing his head and planting a sloppy kiss on his lovely lips. I used the public washroom to take a dump before we left the park. When I came out of the stall a guy left the urinals and washroom. The guy I had been lusting after was leaning on the bathroom sink counter. I marched right over to him and planted that big fat kiss on his eager mouth. I kept my question simple like the day before; “Suck or fuck? I know we must be quick.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and directed me back into the stall I’d just used. With the door closed and latched I took the condom out of his hand and slipped it back into his pocket. He had a stern frown and shock his head ‘no’. I good naturedly shrugged my shoulders and reached for the latch. I had every intention of ‘moving on.’ He stopped my hand and reached to undo his jeans. He fished out a beautiful, thick and long hard cock. I dropped to my knees and devoured it. It was not long until he hauled me up, dropped my shorts and was on his knees devouring my erection. Even quicker he turned me around and was eating out my ass. Soon he stood and was pushing his raw cock into my rear hole. I pushed on back, so he soon was bottoming out in me. Two very firm strokes and he was unloading with a stifled groan. I gave him a minute’s lead before I left the stall. He was kissing his girl when I emerged. My husband was smiling. “You sly cum puppy. Do you like taking married men’s loads?” he light heartedly interrogated me. “Oh, did he have a wedding ring?” I demurred. “You’re avoiding my question.” Hubby persisted. “I love all loads. Married guys especially when their wives are waiting for them.” “Don’t forget. I want to watch!” He was serious. My stomach lurched and was twisting with fear at the thought. A week later we were at a gay campground. Of course, I went off to the outdoor play area as soon as I could. Things were slow at first. I had just climbed into one of the slings to try it out when a very tall, very slim, very red head approached me. Without a word he grabbed a packet of lube greased my hole and slid his raw long slim cock into me. Just before he came another older paunchy guy joined us. The red head pulled out and left and the paunchy guy’s short thick cock was in me. This guy got frightened off when, yet another guy joined us. As the third guy took quite a while to lay on a very nice fuck I found myself wondering how I would react if my husband came looking for me. He didn’t, but my stomach twisted with fear all the same. Suddenly I was distracted by the words of the guy fucking me; “I’m close. Where do you want my load.” I just pulled him in deep with my legs as he gushed six long squirts deep into my gut. Later that night hubby and I went for a walk admiring all the campsites and the eye candy of scantily clad and naked men. A big handsome bear was tending the fire beside his huge, impressive motor home. He offered hubby and I each a beer. He pealed his shirt and offered us seats by his fire. The chat was casual and easy. I began to realize every now and then his hand would brush the increasing bulge at his crotch. The topic easily shifted to sex as he stated, “So you guys strike me as a married couple, do I have that correct?” Hubby answered, “Yes, 18 years.” The bear winking at hubby. “I bet you have trouble keeping this one (pointing at me) faithful.” Hubby answered again, “You don’t know the half of it.” The bear while whipping his massive cock out, “Oh, actually I do, I can still smell the cum in his ass from this afternoon. Did all three breed you?” I’d been seen, “Um no. Only two.” “Well get down here, this cock won’t suck itself.” He demanded The fear flooded my stomach, but I was still between his legs on my knees in a flash. As I took the luscious head between my lips I confessed to myself that the rush of fear is part of great sex for me. Let hubby watch, he can get up and leave if he doesn’t want to watch me be a slut. Hubby didn’t leave. In fact, he followed us into the motorhome and guided the bears raw cock into my hairy moist hole. This fuck went on for quite some time and we tried a number of positions. Finally, the bear lay on his back and once again hubby guided the bears raw cock into my hole as I sat on it. Within a few pumps my cum guizer erupted. My ass contractions brought the bear over the edge at the same time and knowing he was breeding me deep in front of hubby accentuated my orgasm. My cum was in the bears chest hair, on his chin, lips, forehead and hair. Some had even gone in his eye! “Fuck man, I’m so sorry.” I lamented “Sorry? …. Sorry? …. What for? I never dreamt a guy of your age would have so much to pump let alone shoot it so fuckin far. That and I got to breed your ass.” Whipping some cum from his face he took a lick and then fed the rest to me. Hubby moved in to kiss both of us. Hubby asked about my afternoon play time as we left the bear. Nothing would do but he escorted me back to the outdoor play area which was very busy after dark. He strapped me into the only vacant sling. Before letting my exhausted body out, he had guided fifteen raw cocks into my sloppy hole. Eleven those bred me and he crowd; “There, now you have a new record to break. And I got to watch most of it!”

Interesting game plan. Are you sure you want to slow down ... maybe you love the risk and adrenaline rush!

Fuckin awesome start!!!