Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. UK Wife Reports on Their Open Relationship I love the freedom of occasionally having sex with new guys. I have that freedom as a result of a special relationship I now have with my husband. In some ways, it takes all the pressure away from our own sex life, so we can just enjoy it. It is very enjoyable in all respects. We have been married for nearly 20 years, and have had our share of ups and downs over the years, including a brief separation. Funnily enough, the separation was because of sexual issues. It was when we reconciled that I gave my permission for him to sleep with other women, and he gave me the liberty to try other guys too. It was during our separation when his best friend, Wallace, from when they were kids, arrived at our house for a few days. He expected my husband to be home, and thought he could stay with us before he took off back to Wales where he was living and working. My husband was not home, because he was living away, but he was also away with work for a week, so he wouldn't have been home anyway. Of course I told Wallace he could stay with "us." I knew him well, and we had stayed with him in the UK when we were traveling there. That evening he and I had dinner and a few drinks. We talked about all the good old times, especially in the UK where we were always out clubbing. After a bottle of wine, he pulled out a joint and asked me if I wanted some. I had not done drugs since the UK, but though why not. So we shared the joint and listened to some music. When the joint was nearly done Wallace gave me a "shotgun" that just sent me over the edge. I always get horny when I smoke weed, and the shotgun blew me away. The fragrance of him so close to me also had a bit to do with it. Our lips all but touched too, while he was blowing smoke into my mouth. Once it was done, he discarded the roach, and I had an overwhelming desire to kiss him. I reached over and told him to say nothing as I grabbed his face and kissed him as long, and passionately as I could. He certainly did not pull away, and we spent what seemed like half an hour just laying on the floor kissing. Eventually he stood up and led me toward the spare room where he expected to sleep. I really wanted him, so I redirected him to our bedroom. On the way up the hall we somehow lost our clothes, and the next thing I remember is sitting facing each other on my marital bed, completely naked, and just softly caressing each other's bodies. It was so erotic having him just touching my breasts and nipples so lightly, and I could feel myself just oozing with anticipation for what I knew we were about to do. His penis was about the same length as my husband's, but was very thick, and I could see it was half erect beneath his neatly trimmed pubes. I reached out and grabbed it in my hand as he leaned forward and started to kiss my nipples. He immediately became fully erect, and I moved myself to give him a blowjob. My husband was always asking for a blowjob, and I never thought it was something I enjoyed, but that time was different. Maybe it was the thrill of what we were doing, and the alcohol and drugs, but I sucked him as hard as I could, using my hand to squeeze his balls and the base of his penis. He felt like he was about to ejaculate, so I stopped and moved so I could ride him where he lay on our bed. He was very wide, and it felt really nice as I lowered myself onto him. His length was not a problem, and the width of his penis felt so very nice as it stretched my pussy like it had never before been stretched. The whole motion of our fucking was slow, and I felt myself welling up to an orgasm as I gently rode Wallace while he lay there, still caressing my breasts and nipples. When he started to cum, I could hold out no longer. I had an intense orgasm as he released his hot seed into my fully satisfied pussy. I collapsed on top of him, and we kissed again for a few minutes while his penis deflated inside me. When I rolled off, the amount of semen leaking from my pussy was amazing. Either he had not had sex in a long time, or his balls were working overtime. I grabbed a towel as it dribbled down my inside thigh, and wiped it away, but it just kept coming. Wallace slept in our marital bed that night, and the next two nights too. We must have made love ten or twenty times during his stay, and every time was similar. Very slow and tactile, and he always finished with an enormous amount of cum. He had a way of making love that was very, very sensual. While he was there, I was in a constant state of arousal. Just his smell, or the gentlest touch, tended to make me wonderfully horny. Once the separation between my husband and me ended, I told him about the visit from Wallace. Happily, he was pleased that his friend had given me so much pleasure. He and I have an agreement now. We are both at liberty to have sex with others, as long as we are open about it to each other. It is not my intention to hurt my husband these days, but thinking back on what I did with Wallace, I think I was somewhat angry with my husband, and am sure that played a part in my willingness to enjoy Wallace so much. My husband travels a lot. It is typically during those times that I exercise my new freedom to try other guys. I don't do it a lot, but when I do, I always give my husband a report when he returns. It seems that my reports really turn him on. As I tell him what I did while he was gone, we seem to always have really hot sex together, and we cuddle in each other's arms after we both have explosive climaxes. He has had his share of intimate encounters too. Mostly while he travels. He always gives me his reports too. The first time or two I had a tinge of jealousy, but that has given way to my enjoyment of the pleasures he tells me about. There is no question we love each other a lot, and that we are firmly committed in our primary relationship to each other. We are clearly more open with each other these days. That's good too.