Thank you for all your kind comments and those about my husbands health. These accounts go back to the beginning of my relationship with my man, about 20 years. Male sexual health was not at the forefront then. My husband is very much sorted now. I don't want to get ahead of myself so I'll say no more. Thank you for your concern. Lots of Love Sue xxx Breakfast was different that morning. My husband was looking at me and smiling! I sat up straight and smiled back. He was looking at my naked tits. My tits liked him looking at them again, they were firm and the nipples were erect. The previous night I had also been naked when I walked into his room to kiss him good-night, before going to my room and the marital bed. Things had changed, so after kissing him, I slipped in beside him. His hand was soon on my belly and moving down over my smooth mons towards my spunky cunt. A finger slipped inside me. He knew it was spunk he was feeling. He knew my man had filled my cunt with spunk in our house, that afternoon, when my husband had popped to the shops to get some celebratory wine. My husband finger-fucked me to a magnificent orgasm. Over breakfast I asked if he would be returning to the marital bed from now on. He told me that he wouldn't. That I should keep it for when my man visited but I was very welcome to join him, in his bed, whenever I wished and particularly when I had a nice spunky cunt for him to enjoy. I asked him how often he would like to play with my spunky cunt and he replied 'whenever you have one'. While my husband prepared to go to work I rang my lover and told him of the new situation. When my husband came downstairs I told him that, if he was good, and didn't wear PJ's anymore he could have a cunt full of nice fresh spunk to play with that night. He smiled, kissed me, stroked my wet cunt and set off to work with the biggest smile I had seen him wear for years! I was floating on air for the rest of the day. I'm surprised I wasn't singing I was so happy. I went shopping at lunchtime. At home I prepared dinner with the full expectancy that I would be very well fucked that evening. When I had told my man what had happened when I returned home the previous evening he was delighted. When I told him of the conversation over breakfast, well you can guess. In summary 'Lady you are gonna have one sore, happy, swollen fucking cunt!' I liked the sound of that. When husband came in he made straight for my cunt. Lifted my skirt, I parted my legs obediently, and ran a finger over my wet swollen lips. I shuddered with pleasure. 'Spunky?' 'No, just delighted to have you touch me. I'm going out after dinner. I'll be home by ten. OK?' His face lit up. 'Perfect! Enjoy, with my blessing.' I was very happy. He appeared to be extremely happy but something was sitting at the back of my mind. I didn't want to overdo it. On the other hand I didn't want to fail to please him. How far should I go? I didn't want to rub it in that he couldn't satisfy me. I certainly didn't want him to feel any less a man due to his problem. And I most definitely didn't want to miss out and any cock that this new situation presented. Should I ask him/tell him to watch me prepare for my man? Tricky! His first night as a compliant cuckold, for that is what he had actually agreed to, lay down the rules myself or invite him to set the boundaries and maybe push them a bit? Experiment? I left the bathroom door open as I checked to ensure my cunt was totally smooth. He stood in the doorway and watched. 'Would you mind checking that I haven't missed anything?' It was a very bold request. Putting him on the spot. Willing cuck or a husband desperate to keep his wife? He told me to put one foot up on the side of the bath and then knelt before me. Softly his fingers glided over my mons. He lent forward and used his tongue! OMG he had never, never put his head between my legs. Now he was licking my cunt to make sure it was smooth enough to be fucked by my man. I shuddered with a little cum, held his head close to me and shuddered again. When I finally let him go he announced 'seems perfect to me but I'm happy to check it anytime you wish. Maybe I could prepare you sometimes?' My heart leapt! My husband was into his new cuckold role body and soul, willingly. I was truly thankful. He dressed me. First my new suspender belt, fiddly but we got it right in the end. Stockings, with seams. His hands were all over me as he tried, successfully, to make them straight. I'd be buying seamed stockings regularly in future. No knickers! Wives going out to get spunky cunts didn't need knickers, he told me. Topped off with a sheer top. Tits almost totally exposed and my erect nipples pushing against the thin material. I looked in the full length mirror. I liked what I saw. I gave a little twirl. My husband liked what he saw. 'If you don't return to me with a spunky cunt,' he said, 'I'll go out and find you another man myself!' With my coat over my shoulders I left. My husband waved as I drove off to be fucked by my man. I'd been tempted to say, 'see you, later I'm off to be fucked by my lover,' I didn't. I was very tempted to tell him to sit and imagine another man's cock pounding my cunt while you stroke your cock' but I didn't. Something told me that he was driving the bus and it would go somewhere where all three of us would be very happy, maybe with a little helpful navigating from me and my man along the route if we played our cards right.