25 years of marriage can, and does, go by in the blink of an eye. First there is the whirlwind romance of it all: dating, engagement, wedding, honeymoon…and the sex. Oh my god, the passionate tear your clothes off your body sex and the slow and sensual soul melding sex.

Then comes the family and the busy schedules and routines. Not that it isn’t an amazing time, and I know my husband and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but your relationship changes as a result. The passion is still there, but it’s incredibly infrequent. It is missed, savoured, like a faded memory that you can’t wait to get back to.

But then there’s the empty nest. And with it a chance to rekindle that lost romance, to rediscover ourselves. But we’ve changed, haven’t we? We’ve spent more time alone with our sexual thoughts and fantasies, pleasing ourselves instead of each other, that we are out of sync, out of tune with how to please one another.

Concerned we began to see a couples therapist. She helped us to voice our concerns and our fantasies, and to act them out. Of course acting is never as good as the real thing though. And she encouraged us to explore together, as a couple.

I explained that over the years I had become enamoured with thought of being submissive to a black man. My husband was the only man I’d ever been with, and while his length and girth were perfect for me, I felt that I wanted to try something new.

My husband confessed to having watched cuckold porn, and having been turned on by it. Together we decided we would try it.

For weeks we posted an ad, and agonized over who to choose. There were so many, some with short responses, some with longer more detailed ones.

We finally settled on Marcus. He was 25. He seemed to be educated, in shape, and willing to take his time with an older couple wanting to put a spark back in their lives.

We chose a mid range hotel on the outskirts of the city. We didn’t want anything too fancy where security might be called if I got too loud, as I often could when orgasms crashed through my body. But we also wanted to avoid the truly seedy motels.

As the night approached we were so excited that our bedroom antics actually increased. We considered cancelling, but thought if the anticipation was this good how much better would the real thing be?

And so on the night arranged we arrived. I changed into new lingerie, bought special for tonight, while my husband took a seat in the large chair in the corner…

Hello. I’m looking for a man, maybe men, who enjoy fucking married women in front of their husbands. But not just any fucking. I want it to get rough, demeaning, humiliating and painful. I want you to put my husband in his place while you take what you want from me. I want a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.

My limits are scat, blood, underage and incest.

Sorry but I only play in PM’s