Our only son turned 16 a few weeks ago. I expect now people are wondering what the significance of that is. Well, he is my son and his real father is not my husband. But we have brought him up as our own and my husband would not have it any other way. Let me tell you more. My husband and I were and still are very happily married. We had 2 daughters and thought that was enough children and my husband had the snip. That’s a vasectomy. He was so good about it and it took the responsibility away from me. We were invited to a huge dinner and party up where my husband grew up. His sister still lived there. We stayed with them and during the party my husband and I was introduced to a chap called Paul. I was instantly attracted to him. I can’t explain why but I hung onto every word he said and I don’t remember much else or anybody else from the party. I talked all night to Paul as my husband drifted away and talked to other people he knew. What I did find out was that he was at the party on his own but he was married, had children and was an international airline pilot. He had just turned 40 which was a little older than me at 32 and my husband of 33. We also told each other where we each lived we exchanged phone numbers. I can’t remember ever meeting anybody before and being instantly attracted to them so much that I instantly wanted to be with them and have sex. I believe if he had asked me that night for sex I would have gladly gone with him and suffered any consequences. After the party we went home to our borrowed bed and I was all over my husband to have sex. I was so excited. I remember we had to be quiet but I had orgasm after orgasm. My husband is a good lover and did his best to satisfy me. My husband knew I was attracted to Paul. He had seen me talking to him all night. He had seen the sparkle in my eyes and how distracted I was. I even told him that I expected Paul to call and he was not surprised. Each day after arriving home he would ask if I had heard from Paul? It was 7 days later that Paul called me and arranged to call in for coffee. He was on his way home from flying overseas. He had been away for 5 days and had to travel from the airport about 70 miles to his home. We lived about 20 minutes from the airport so it was on his way. He had called from the airport so I only had about half and hour to get myself ready. He arrived and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I made coffee and talked. We both admitted that we had feelings for each other. He told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me since the party. I told him it was the same for me. I freely admitted to Paul that I didn’t want to hurt or lose my husband and likewise Paul didn’t want to come between us. He told me his marriage was not great but he and his wife stayed together for the children and made the best of it. I told him honestly that I desperately wanted to have sex with him and would do my best to make it happen. He said that we must include my husband in any decisions. When Paul left it was about lunchtime and I had hours to wait before my husband came home. I was so sexually excited. My panties were sopping wet and I relieved the tension and touched myself. I orgasmed 3 different times over the afternoon. That night I talked for ages to my husband. I was very truthful. As I said before I had never had the reaction to instantly want to be with someone. When I met my husband I didn’t even like him straight away. He asked me out twice before I accepted and he then grew on me each time we met. My husband told me that night to go ahead and have sex with Paul. He said he wanted me to be happy and to see where it went. As a couple we would deal with it. He realised that if he stopped me then our marriage would suffer and he would lose badly. He wanted me and the family to stay as one and so did I. After this my husband and I made love. It was long and very special. We must have gone on for 2 hours. I wanted to thank my husband and confirm that I still wanted his love, affection and I was committed that he would not suffer and I would satisfy his needs. My husband rallied after our first love making and we did it again. I remember I climaxed repeatedly. I called Paul next morning. He drove straight back over and arrived at about 10.30am. I took him to the spare room and he made delicious, exquisite love to me. He was fantastic. He insisted on wearing a condom. I hadn’t even thought of that. I had no pregnancy protection or had even thought about safe sex. As we rested from making love we lay in each other’s arms and talked. Paul was honest and told me he had slept with other women as well as his wife. He told me that it was quite easy to do that with him being away from home a lot. He then made a committment that now I had given myself to him that he would only have sex with me and his wife. I could not ask for any more than that. He stroked my body and I knew I wanted him again. I started to play with his penis which incidentally was uncircumcised while my husband’s is. I found this very different and rolled the skin back behind the head so that it formed a collar. I sucked his penis and tasted his cum even though he had cleaned up after removing the condom. I nearly made him ejaculate again when he stopped me and moved to get me some exquisite oral sex. Then he fitted another condom and once more he made love to me. At one point he spun me round and entered me from behind. He cupped my breasts and we moved as one. Then it was face to face with our mouths locked and tongues intertwined as he came. After he left for home I readied myself for the children and then my husband came home. I told my husband briefly what had happened but we had to wait until later for me to explain my day. I never told my husband the step by step details but in a very general sense. He was happy for me and we went to bed and my husband made love to me. I responded, it was good sex and it was beautiful. I knew then I could have both men and enjoy their differences and that they in turn would be satisfied with me. That’s how it went for 2 years. Paul would call on his way to the airport and then again when he returned. His airline usually grouped his flights together and then gave him a break of maybe 10 days after so many days away. It worked well for me. I got to see Paul enough but have plenty of time for my family and importantly my understanding husband. It was about after a month that I certainly knew Paul was going to be in my life for a long while and I wanted to discard the condoms. I told my husband and he said be careful. I am very fertile. When we wanted to have children, I’d only just stopped taking the pill and fell pregnant immediately. I assured him I would and went to a family planning clinic and started taking the pill. I couldn’t go to my own doctor as she knew my husband had had the snip. She had arranged it. I waited another month and when Paul called I told him it was safe and that I wanted him to ejaculate in me. He was ecstatic. It was beautiful. I remember after we made love, Paul moved off me and looked down at my vagina. He looked at it for ages and told me how beautiful it was and that his cum was running out of it. He wanted me to see it and got a hand mirror from the dressing table and showed me. I had never done that before. He thanked me profusely for letting him make love naturally to me. Our relationship continued like that. But I never forgot my husband. I was committed to do anything for these two men. Paul told me he had never had any other woman like me and my husband reaped the benefits as well. I suggested things to both men and was willing to try anything they wanted. They each had things they liked and I remembered them individually. My husband wanted to try a little bondage and we did that. He also suggested that I get a piecing on my vagina. Paul was all for it too but we never got around to it. It seemed the sex was too good to take the time out to have it done. I only ever told one person and that was my girlfriend. I had to as she used to call at my house for coffee and I didn’t want to be caught out. I knew she would be very understanding and she was. She told me she was actually jealous. She also helped out. If Pauls flew in late he had a small flat that he and some other pilots kept so they could stay before they drove home or if their flights were early in the morning. We would use that and I would go there, make love to Paul and then shower and head home. My girlfriend would pick up my children from school for me. A few times when someone else was at the flat she let Paul and I use her house. She is a fantastic friend and I will tell you more about her later. I never went with Paul at night. If he flew in very late then he stayed the night at the flat and called on me in the morning on his way home when our house was empty. This went on for just over 2 years. Then one day I suspected I was pregnant. I bought a test kit and it said I was. I went to the Family Planning Clinic and the doctor confirmed I was 6 weeks gone. I broke down. The doctor asked me if I had missed taking my pills. I hadn’t. She then asked if I had been sick. I remembered that a while back my husband and I had been out for a meal and we were sick the next day. I was worse than him and threw up for 2 days and had to go to a doctor to have an injection to stop it. The next day I felt fine and then 2 days later Paul called and of course we made love. Even though I had taken the pills I must had thrown them up before they were absorbed. Like I said before I have always been very fertile. I told her the baby wasn’t my husbands and didn’t know what it would do to the marriage. She suggested she could have the pregnancy terminated on medical grounds. I went home and told my husband. He took the news well especially when I told him what the doctor suggested. Paul was due back in 2 days and I told my husband that I would tell him and then arrange the termination. When Paul arrived I told him the news and it was he that suggested that I have a termination. I then told him I could. We just hugged each other and of course this lead immediately to making love. After we did it the first time Paul said he was going to secretly have a vasectomy. He said he could do it and arrange flights so he would be away for a couple of weeks. We then made love again. He then left for his home. The next day was Saturday and my husband received a call from his brother in law who told him that Paul had had an accident the previous afternoon and had been killed. A large truck and trailer had rolled onto Paul’s car. He only called because he remembered that I had spoken to Paul for a long time at the party and was sure we would remember Paul. He had no idea how close I was to Paul. When my husband told me I was devastated. I went into shock. Paul may not have been my husband but I did love him deeply. What immediately played on my mind was that Paul was killed only a short time after leaving me. I still had his sperm in my body. This was normal as I used to leave it as long as possible to shower after making love. I did it just before I had to pick up the children or my husband was coming home. I also did the same with my husband. I like the feeling of cum inside me. I know the female body absorbs it so maybe that is why I like it. We both went to the funeral and stayed in the background. It was on the way home from the service that I said to my husband that I didn’t think I could bear to have the termination. My husband instantly agreed. He simply said that we will have the baby and he will be ours. That is exactly what we have done. Luckily we never told many people about my husband’s vasectomy. Only my mother and my sister knew because we suggested it to her and her husband. We made up a story and told them that we had had some sperm frozen just encase we changed our mind in the future and that we had used that option. We didn’t even know if it was an option but they believed us. The baby was a boy and my husband has done an exceptional job as a father. He had done all the father - son things and they love each other. We will never tell our son the truth because he is ours. His sisters love him and he even shares some of their features. My genes must be strong. I have continued to treat my husband special and give him as much love and sex as humanly possible. I will do anything he wants and never said no. It’s the least I can do for such a perfect man. I did get that piecing which other than the pain getting it, has been a lot of fun. It’s just about my clit and if I wear the right accessory it rubs and is very enjoyable. My husband got one too. It’s just near the head of his penis and gives such a beautiful feeling during penetration. He also tries different fittings. My husband wanted to go to a nude beach. This surprised me and took a lot of courage but we did it and enjoyed it. After the first time we were hooked and go whenever we can. It’s a good reason to keep ourselves fit and in shape. We both like looking at other people’s bodies and them at us. You remember my girlfriend who helped me. Well, she went through a breakup and divorce. She complained one day that she missed sex so I suggested that she have it with my husband and me. She jumped at the chance and so did he when I told him. For me it was some way of repaying him for my extra marital activity. Neither my girlfriend nor I are into same sex but we managed to make it very good for my husband. He got to pleasure both ladies and because of his snip he never had to wear a condom. He was as happy as any man could be. We did it on 4 separate occasions then my girlfriend met Mr Right (thats what she called him) who turn out to be only Mr Half Right as it only lasted 6 months but she was ok and has since met the real Mr Right. Incidentally she was fascinated with our piercings’ and now has her own as does Mr Right. I have never looked at another man and have no need. I have never met anyone like Paul before I met him and haven’t since. I can never explain the attraction to him and he told me the same thing of how he felt for me. It was like neither of us had any control and just had to be with each other. I so enjoyed the 2 years with him and feel blessed to have had it. Luckily I have a very strong and supporting husband who I love.