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couldn’t have children. So, for the first time in my life, I had to regard sex as a mechanism for pure pleasure rather than for reproduction.
    For more than a year, my husband and I tried desperately to find ways to bring me to a climax, but I couldn’t reach it, no matter what we did. Soon, we both began to wonder if my problem stemmed from a lack of sexual compatibility with my husband. We discussed, and more often argued about, whether I could have orgasms with another man. Eventually, a marriage counselor suggested that I try it once, under very strict ground rules, in order to put the notion behind us and get on with our future.
    Because of my good looks, I had very little trouble finding willing lovers, but I was uneasy about sleeping with anyone but my husband. I slept with three men in the next two months, but I just couldn’t respond. I kept wishing that my husband were nearby, so that I could feel safe. When I told him of my feelings, he suggested that he should hide in the house when I was with my next lover. He also confessed to me that, during each of my prearranged liaisons, he had had a burning desire to be in the bedroom, watching me. It seemed a weird idea, but as soon as he mentioned it, I became very turned on and asked him to make love to me.
    The next evening, my husband drilled a peephole in the wall between the bedroom and the study, and a little later, he watched me fuck another man. Lo and behold, the thought of fucking another man, with my husband watching, was so thrilling that I came for the first time in my life. Boy, what a difference! I couldn’t wait for the man who was screwing me to leave, so that I could tell my husband that I had come. He was as turned on as I was! We talked about it all week.
    In the following six months, I had four more lovers. Each time, my husband watched from the next room, and my pleasure increased. Moreover, having sex with my husband became marvelous. We shared a wonderful ritual. As soon as my lover left the house, my husband would come into the bedroom and seduce me. He would lick some of my lover’s come from my vagina and then enter me so that he could feel another man’s juices bathe his cock. Then, as he made beautiful love to me, he would ask me dozens of questions about my experience. The conversation was always the same:
    “Did you come?”
    “Yes.”
    “How many times?”
    (I would tell him.)
    “Was it good?”
    “Very good.”
    “Better than me?”
    “Yes, better, much better. I love fucking other men. They make me come again and again.”
    And on cue, with those very words, both my husband and I would erupt into intense orgasms. You see, sharing my infidelities with my husband so opened me up sexually that my orgasms with him became as good, if not better, than with other men. But his big turn-on was the thought that other men were better suited for bringing me to orgasm, and I let him enjoy his thrilling concepts.
    Finally, I met a man who raised me to a new level of sexual fulfillment. He was my tenth lover, and he was the first with an exceptionally large cock. My husband and my other lovers had average-size ones, perhaps six to seven inches long, while this man had an eight- or nine-inch-long cock that was also very thick. I was both impressed and intimidated when I first saw it. When he entered me, I immediately began feeling new sensations, and I had the ten best orgasms of my life during that first afternoon session with him. The size of his cock pushed my labia and clit down toward the opening of my vagina, and it was pure stimulation on every stroke. I couldn’t remember the details of what happened because I was totally absorbed in the sensation of back-to-back orgasms, but my husband told me that I had laughed and cried uncontrollably, that I had trembled orgasmically every few minutes, and that I had been very relaxed and spacey. All I know is that I hadn’t believed anything could be so good.
    It was also the biggest turn-on