Story cont'd Part 3

After this, there was hardly a conversation between my husband and I that did not touch on his interest in my being with others. He told me lots of his ideas that he fantasized about when masturbating. He admitted that he got more excited thinking
about me being with other guys than he got about any other kind of sexual thing. He couldn't get enough about hearing me tell, and re-tell him about every sexual experience I'd ever had before I met him. Frankly, I was beginning to think this was the only way he ever got an erection at all.

You can imagine how disconcerting all of this was. It was simply so much different from any conception I had about married life that I it made me dizzy to think about. With all that said, my husband was very nice to me in other ways. He took me out to dinner, bought me flowers, hugged me and told me how much he loved me. I simply couldn't fathom how he could love me and want me to fuck others. It was too incongruous to imagine.

He started buying me sexy underthings and dresses and skirts that showed off my advantages. He wanted me to dress sexy, even for work. I seemed to constantly remind him that we were married, and that I worked around many men. If I wore this type of outfit to work, people would get ideas. His response was simply that this is what he wanted. He wanted them to have ideas and he wanted me to have ideas.

(to be contd later if people seem to want me to).