I know I shouldn't really have married Kathy. All my friends told me not to - most of the male ones already had intimate knowledge of her! - She was a complete slut, there's no doubt about that, and she still is.
When I met her, she was stripping in a sleazy bar on the wrong side of town. All the guys there loved her because she would always go much further than any of the other girls. Most of them would just get naked and prance around for a few minutes flashing their tits and pussy for the punters. But not Kathy. Once Kathy was nude, her usual trick was to sit, spread legged, on the edge of the stage and masturbate in front of the audience until she shook her way to a massive climax. She was arrested for her behaviour on more than one occasion but always managed to avoid jail by giving the cops blow-jobs or letting them fuck her.
So why did I marry her I hear you all ask? Simple. Kathy is stunningly beautiful and has a wonderful personality. She's loving and caring and, besides wanting to fuck or suck anything that moves, makes a fantastic wife. Actually, for me, it's BECAUSE she'll fuck or suck as soon as she meets someone that makes her such a good wife!
You see, I'm one of those guys that loves to watch. A voyeur. Before Kathy my entertainment was severely limited; porn movies, mainly; titty bars were good and, of course, the odd glimpse of a couple making out in their car or through an un-draped widow provided some useful masturbation material. Not that I would ever have jerked off in public; much safer to carry the memory home and masturbate in the comfort of my own house!
And then along came Kathy. Unlike my first wife - who I had to hide my voyeuristic tendencies from - she had an open and, in my opinion very healthy, outlook towards sex and her body. We went out a few times before we got married, but our dates usually ended back at my apartment with Kathy stripping and masturbating for me while I jerked off. It seemed a match made in heaven and when I broached the subject of marriage, she didn't hesitate accepting for a second. I was under no misapprehension - I'm not now - She married me for my money. But the arrangement suits us both: Kathy can buy what she wants, and I get all the voyeuristic sex that I can handle! Time after glorious time, I've come home from work to see her on her knees sucking some guy's dick deep into her throat or on all fours with a large cock up her ass. She'll take it in any hole she's got and, as long as I can watch through a window or a crack in the door, I don't mind in the least!
I was usually excited and curious on my return from work in the evenings. What would Kathy be doing? Who would she be with? But even I was surprised when I entered the house a few weeks ago.
It was a normal Friday about 7pm. It was a warm evening so I had decided to dismiss my driver for the night and walk the mile and a half from my office to home. As I approached the front of the house I could see that the drapes were pulled closed. My heart skipped a beat as it always did when I realised that Kathy was "entertaining" a guest.
Trying hard to control my breathing, I crept quietly around to the back of the house and entered silently through the back door. The sounds of sexual excess could immediately be heard from the bedroom; Kathy is very vocal when aroused (which is most of the time!), and she was crying out for her guest to get ready to fuck her. It seemed as if I were just in time!
The stairs creaked painfully as I climbed. I knew that Kathy would not have minded me being there, but experience had taught me that some of her lovers were not quite so comfortable with being watched. As I got nearer to the bedroom the voices became clearer. It was at that point that I realised that Kathy was with not one, but TWO men! There were no indications from their voices that were aware of my presence so, with a deep breath I peered in through the slightly open door.
I smiled as I thought of the local army barracks; they must have been missing two of their finest men! Kathy was looking as sexy as ever in a thigh length black dress; her short blonde hair was swept back as she stood against the wall and spied me peeking in.
I could already feel my erection hard in my trousers as I looked on. I knew that now she had seen me she was going to enjoy giving me a show as much as I was going to enjoy watching it.
The two soldiers were eyeing my wife from the centre of the room. One must have only just come off duty as he was still dressed in his camouflaged fatigues.
"C'mon, baby!" the uniformed man quickly said, "enough teasing! We've not had a woman for nearly two months. We want to see what you got!"
Kathy smiled and pushed herself slowly away from the wall. Carefully she eased up the skirt of her dress. Higher and higher she inched the garment, revealing more and more of her slender, sexy thighs as she went. The men stood silently; I could only imagine the pressure of their erections as their manly flesh bulged beneath their pants. As the skirt lifted higher, so Kathy pulled the top lower until the rumpled garment met at her waist. The soldiers gasped as they realised that she wore no bra and that her white cotton panties already bore the stain of her obvious excitement.
In a second they were both on her. Hands and fingers groped and felt her up; squeezing already hard nipples and trying to force their way into her panties.
"Not so frantic, boys!" Kathy managed to gasp as she moved back a little, "we got all evening to go. There's plenty here for both of you!"
"But what if your old man comes back?" enquired the first soldier, kneading the growing bulge in his pants.
"Don't worry about him. We got loads of time." Kathy's eyes were fixed on his covered erection. "Come here, baby, I think you got something down there that I need!"
Reassured, the first soldier quickly lowered his zipper and hauled out a sizable cock as he walked towards my wife.
"Open you mouth, honey," he said, "it's all for you!"
Kathy did as requested and dropped to her knees in front of the man.
"Hey! What about me?" cried the second soldier, "I think I want some of that too!"
"Sure, honey. I can take both of you. Join in!"
I looked on as I saw my sweet wife begin to alternately suck and fondle the two large cocks now being offered to her hungry mouth. This was the slut that I knew and loved; never happier than when she was sucking dick!
"Mmmm..you guys taste great!" she managed to mumble through a mouthful of cock.
"You like to suck dick, bitch?" Cried the uniformed soldier as he fed his length into her mouth.
I heard Kathy moan deep in her throat. She loves to talk dirty and adores it when her lovers call her names. The two men quickly caught on to this.
"That's it, bitch! Suck my cock like a whore....swallow me like the slut that you are!"
More moaning followed from my wife as she gobbled first one cock and then the other, sliding her painted lips all the way up and down each shaft until they were both glistening with her saliva. She was becoming visibly more excited and the damp patch at the front of her panties was growing larger by the moment as she leaked her sex fluid.
The two soldiers may not have had a woman for some time, but they still showed remarkable stamina. I could see both men trying to calm themselves as much as possible and not cum too soon. It was almost as if they were in competition with each other; neither of them wanting to shoot their loads before the other.
"Oh, baby, you sure can suck!" cried the first.
"You better believe it, man!" his mate joined in, "I haven't had a blow-job like this since the Gulf! And that little whore could suck a golfball out of a garden hose!"
"I want to see this slut's cunt! Come on, Davy, lets get her panties off!"
The conversation over for a few moments, both men laughed as they literally hauled my young wife up from the floor. The uniformed man held my wife's legs back while his colleague busied himself with her underwear.
