On the short drive to my man's flat my head suddenly spiralled into panic mode. Boundaries? The old, well known boundaries of an illicit affair had just got chucked out the window. Simple things like don't leave dripped spunk into the family WC, it floats and is easily recognisable. No love bites, bruises anything that shrieks 'I've just been well and truly fucked!' Most important of all, don't get caught! Well, I'd fucked that rule up big time. Fortunately for me it looked as if it has turned out very well, hopefully. What were the new boundaries? A week ago sex was non-existent and had been for many years. When it had existed it was missionary position, three minutes, pussy full of sperm and hubby rolled over and went to sleep. In the last week I had learned to suck and swallow. I liked that! I'd taken cock and spunk in all three holes. I liked that too. I'd fucked indoors and out AND where I might easily be seen. I particularly liked that. And I've discovered the pleasure of pain. Can I suddenly present this new me to my husband? Would it make him feel that he has been a total failure all our married life? Did I want to destroy him? No! I wanted his love and I wanted my man's cock. As I lowered my cunt onto my man's cock that first 'officially here to get fucked' night my head was still wrestling with the problem. I started to ride his cock in earnest. OK my head may be screwed up but I still needed to be fucked! My man stroked my tits, gently. He usually squeezed them hard! 'Princess,' he said, 'we need to discover his boundaries. What are we allowed to do? We must keep him happy, not make him worry or feel a total looser. We have to find his boundaries first then try to ease them our way so everybody is happy.' I lent forward, still riding his cock, and covered his face with kisses. Even that early in our relationship both our minds as well as our bodies were in harmony. That night we didn't fuck, we made love. Probably not what my husband would have wished but still I returned home with a very swollen, spunky cunt. I approached the front door gingerly, with considerable trepidation. What had I done? Was my husband really testing me? Should I have refused to go with my man ever again? Well that was NOT going to happen! Maybe I should have laughed it all off and pretended it was all a silly mistake. What was waiting for me on the other side of the door? I turned the key quietly. Maybe I could sneak in and check his mood. He was waiting in the lounge doorway, wearing a dressing gown and no PJ's. He was smiling. 'I have kept my side of the bargain. I hope you have kept yours!' I nearly burst into tears with relief! I smiled back, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.' I told him, dropping my coat to the floor. My man had sent me home naked but for my coat! Not only was I naked but my clothes were still at his. My husband opened his dressing gown. Naked! His cock wasn't anyway stiffening but he was clearly happy. I held out my hand, 'let's go to bed,' I told him. I told him to lie on the bed and stood over him. My cunt within arms length and positioned directly over his chin. My legs wide apart. I could feel the spunk deep inside me waiting to drip out. 'See how swollen I am?' I pulled my cunt lips apart with my fingers. 'See how wet I am? Can you reach? Slip your fingers into my spunky cunt.' My husband finger-fucked my man's spunk out of my cunt. It flowed down over his fingers and onto his hand. It dripped from my sopping cunt and onto my husbands neck. I started to cum and put my hands against the bedroom wall to steady myself and the slight change in position made the next drip land on his chin. He wriggled slightly down the bed and opened his mouth. Into his mouth! He licked his lips and smiled up at me. I bent my knees bringing my spunky cunt closer to his mouth and he strained up to meet me, finger-fucking me frantically. I was barely holding on I was so turned on. I needed my husband to drink my man's spunk! I needed to spurt my love juice all over his face. I eased my way down the wall, my cunt getting ever closer to my husbands mouth. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his face, grinding it into my cunt. His arms went around my thighs, pulling me down on top of him. I was fucking my husbands face! He was lapping up my man's spunk. He was loving it! I was loving it and cummin and cummin, squirting my juices. I didn't beg him to stop, I just let wave after wave of total abandonment and relief wash over me until I was utterly exhausted. We were safe! My man, my husband and me were three, together, complete.