Athy at the Birthday Bash

Kathy slept in the morning after her first gangbang, but then again, most women would have too, considering the amount of cock she took the night before. And they weren't just average cocks either.

Damiens' beer can 7 incher, Rick's skinny 8 incher with a fat head, Russell's 9 incher, and Dre's impressive 11 incher (also with a fat head), all stretched my wife's holes to the breaking point before lubing her up with their potent black seed. Even Zeke, the smallest of the bunch at 5 inches, stretched her sphincter out when he made use of her asshole.

My wife was essentially used as a cum dump last night, and today she was feeling the aftereffects.

"Honey? What time is it?" she half mumbled, emerging from our bedroom a little before one.

"Almost one o'clock," I replied, getting up from watching the Nascar race on tv.

Watching her walk rather gingerly into the kitchen, I poured her a glass of orange juice before we sat down at the kitchen table.

Taking a couple of sips before looking at me and noticing my shit-eating grin, "What is that grin for?" she asked semi-sarcastically.

"You know," I replied.

"You know......what?" taking another sip of her juice.

"You know......" deliberately pausing for several seconds before continuing, "I'm very proud of the way my little whore handled all those men last night."

"Oh, that.

"Yeah, I DID take a lot of cock last night, didn't I?" she boasted, now sporting her own shit-eating grin.

"Yes, you did. And everybody walked away happy. Well, you didn't really walk away now did you, baby? But at least you were happy, right?" I asked.

Closing her eyes in blissful memory from the previous night's activities, "Yes, baby, your little whore wife is happy......for now. Satiated, happy, and sore!

"Good thing you climbed on top of me after we got home last night because I'm so sore right now that it might be another week before I can fuck again," she bemoaned.

"Don't worry, baby, you'll have time to heal before your, I mean our, next adventure."

And with that I got up and moved around the table to her side, lifting up her chin in the process and giving her a nice, wet kiss while inching my hand inside the band of shorts she was wearing to see if there were any remnants of last night's fun still swimming around inside her fertile pussy.

The moment I touched her lips, she jumped, grabbing my arm so tight I thought she would cut off my blood flow.

"Ow! Michael, honey, I know you're checking to see if I have any sperm left inside me from last night, but please, baby, I'm REALLY sore right now. Please don't."

"Oh, sorry, honey. Okay."

She was right. It was almost an entire week before her pussy was healed enough for us to make love. She would probably not have needed that much recovery time if it hadn't been for Dre.

A while back, during her 'revenge sex' days, she managed to take Danny's large white 9" cock without any problems or soreness the morning after, and I think she might have survived last night's brutal poundings as well, had it not been for the massive log swinging between Dre's legs.

Dre was an older, probably in his sixties, massive, mountain of a man, standing 6'8", weighing in at over 400 lbs, with an anatomically correct cock size of 11". His huge black cock had a normal circumference for its length, but the giant, mushroom-shaped head at the end was a beast of its own.

Easily adding another half-inch to the diameter of his shaft, the head of Dre's cock could do some damage fucking some man's wife who is only used to her husband's average sized dick. But since Kathy's pussy has been getting regular workouts lately, from different shapes and sizes of cocks, her vagina is pretty viable and instead of Dre doing any real serious damage, he just left her incredibly sore for a few days.

Nothing that a little 'alone' time wouldn't fix.

Watching my wife with another man between her legs, fucking her bareback, and then seeding her cunt so I can enjoy sloppy seconds afterward, is the epitome of sexual fantasy for me. It developed later for me, but once I figured out that was what I actually wanted, it became an obsession.

But then my fantasy turned into reality, and Kathy went right along, whole heartedly, starting with Burt, to where we are today.!

Guess I shouldn't have waited so long to bring up my kinkiness, because these days, I'm watching my wife take even more dick now than she says she took while we were separated (which was a lot!) only this time, I get to watch.

But we are currently in the sexual prime of our lives and taking full advantage of our promiscuity! She's started calling me her big, kinky pervert, and I've started calling her my sexy, little whore.

Once we got our situation figured out and headed in the right direction, she has never once turned me down, or said no, when I told her I had another sexual conquest for her to fuck. In fact, if I didn't make arrangements soon enough after the last encounter, she would approach me, asking when our next adventure was going to take place.

Just like a good slut should.

The really cool thing is that she's always open and willing to learn new skills along the way. The fact that Joe taught her how to 'milk his cock' using JUST her pussy muscles (on a banana, no less) doesn't bother me in the least. In fact, I'm grateful he took the time to teach her because I've reaped the benefits of her new skills ever since. Me, and all the guys that she's fucked since then!

Finally, a week after her first gangbang when she was finally healed enough, we made love......and talked.

"Man, you feel so good!" I whispered in her ear as I climbed on top of my loving wife and slid my hard-on inside her.

She winced just the tiniest amount and whispered back, "So do you, baby, so do you."

"Ummmmm," relishing the feel of my beautiful wife's golden triangle, I chose to remain still while I started my smutty talk.

"Damn, baby, I love being inside you. It's my favorite place in the whole world. I swear I'm the luckiest man alive!

"Well, me and the men I set you up with, anyway," I slowly started moving my hips, which brought a moan from my wife's lips.

"Yeah, baby. Maybe not the biggest cock I've ever had, but right now I've got my favorite cock of all time inside me, and it feels wonderful," she replied.

"Michael," starting to match my hip movements with movements of her own, "no matter how much we play......no matter how big of a whore you want me to be......I want you to understand one simple little thing.

"No matter how many men you have me fuck, I will always love you and your cock the best. NO MATTER WHAT!! Understand?"

Picking up speed, our hips started slamming together until it sounded like someone was getting whacked with a wooden paddle. Just before cumming, I completely stopped and flipped Kathy over on her stomach. Lying her completely flat on the bed, I climbed back on top and re-inserted myself inside her from behind.

Picking back up the pace, I cried, "No matter what?"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she grunted, "no matter what!"

Keeping up the pace that was making her grunt, "You seemed a little tender still when I entered you. Are you okay?"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she mumbled into her pillow, "yes, I'm okay...ugh...ugh...ugh...I'm fine. Just getting back into the swing of things. OOhhhh!"

"Great. Are you ready for more?"

"More?' she questioned, "Aren't you giving me everything you've got now? ugh."

"I don't mean from me, baby," I answered, deliberately slamming my hard cock as deep as it could possibly go, keeping her pinned to the mattress below me.

"Oh, ugh, sorry, ugh, I get what you mean. OOhhh. Yes, lover, ugh, I'm ready to play again whenever you want me too!

"AArrgghh! I'm CUMMING!" she cried, taking me right along with her.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday night, I came home from work to a huge surprise! I had to work late that day, which had been planned in advance, and when I finally got home, I opened the front door only to find a heaven-sent angel dressed up as a sexy red devil....with HORNS!

She had on the whole get-up. Red see-thru camisole with garter straps, red stockings, black fuck-me pumps, a head band with horns, and even a pitchfork to complete her look. She heard me parking in the garage and managed to perch herself on top of our sofa with her legs crossed, showing me a delicious amount of white thigh between stocking top and the bottom of her camisole.

Closing the door behind me, I turned to see her giving me that 'come hither' look while beckoning me to her with a motioning finger.

Whenever we go out to play our sexual games, Kathy knows exactly how I like her to apply her 'street-walker' make-up, nice and thick with heavy red lipstick, and she was wearing that exact make-up right now as she lay seductively sprawled across our sofa, beckoning me to come closer.

I did.

Grabbing my shirt when I got within range, she pulled my face down next to hers and whispered, "I have a surprise for you," and then grabbed my crotch with her other hand.

"OOhhh," I yelped from the sudden grab.

"I can't wait to hear what it......." was all I got out before she turned her head and stuck her tongue down my throat.

"Hhmmmm."

After several minutes of trying to remove my tonsils (yes, I still have them), my wife finally came up for air.

"OOhh, DAMN, Michael, I love the way you kiss!"

"Likewise, babe. But this is kind of a surprise in the middle of the week. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but you usually wait for the weekend to dress up like this if we're going out to play, and yes. we ARE going out to play this weekend on Saturday, but what's up tonight?"

She grabbed my shirt again and put her tongue back in my mouth, but this time, her other hand grabbed my left wrist and pulled it down between her thighs, where my fingers found no panties and a very, very, WET pussy!!

This wasn't just her own 'turned on' pussy juice kind of wet......no, this was something else......something WAY wetter than just her own pussy juices........

"I brought you home a surprise."

Still holding my wrist, Kathy forced my fingers deeper inside her cunt, coating them with the seed left there by another man, and then she brought my fingers up to her mouth where she licked the dripping white cum clean from my fingers.

Nasty girl.

"I've been a bad girl. A very, very bad girl," she moaned after taking my now clean fingers from her mouth and sticking her tongue back down my throat.

"Yes, baby, your little whore wife was busy today while you were at work, but something told me you really wouldn't mind.

"Was I right, baby? Do you mind coming home from work to find your wife's pussy full of another man's cum. A man who left his potent seed inside my still fertile pussy?

"Huh, baby? Does that bother you?" she snickered, pushing her limits.

I was kinda taken off-guard at first, especially with the nasty (at least to me), pungent taste on her tongue when she frenched me, but I caught on quickly and responded by jamming my fingers back up inside her just-used pussy and searching for her tonsils (even though they've been removed) in the back of her throat with my tongue.

Scooping more sperm from her cunt, I raised my hand above her head grabbing the back of her hair and forcing her to tilt her head backwards, and then I watched the white semen drip from my fingers into her wide-open mouth, like something you would see in an old-fashioned, bona-fide porn movie. Nasty.

Nasty whores are the best, aren't they?

Especially when they actually enjoy the stuff that they're doing, and what's being done to them. Let's face it guys, if you are a cuckold (I guess by some definitions I've turned into one), married to a woman sexually adventurous enough to go along with your kinky sexual games, then she should really enjoy being a whore doing the kinds of nasty things that turn you both on, right? Otherwise, what's the point?

Exactly.

Luckily for me, even though our sexual relationship didn't start out in this direction, where we're at today has proven to be a lot of fun for both of us. I get what I want, and since she was built for sex, she enjoys doing what I want her to do without being forced to do anything she doesn't want to.

A lot of married wives out there would kill to have a husband who let them have any cock they wanted while hubby remained faithful, if only they let their true 'inner whore' out. Not all, but a lot, and I've got one of those wives.

"No, baby, coming home from a hard day at work and finding you dressed like my little whore with your pussy loaded up with another man's sperm is not what I was thinking about when I walked in the front door.

"But now that I'm faced with seeing you like this, as you lick another man's cum off my fingers that I just scooped out of your well-used cunt, I kinda like it!

"By the way, who was the lucky guy, babe?"

"Danny's."

"Danny's? Danny who?

"Kathy's husband Danny? The one who used to live across and down the driveway from us on Poppy St. THAT Danny?" I was shocked.

"How did you run into him? I thought they moved back east someplace." I told her as I watched her raise my fingers from her cunt, yet again, and vulgarly lick every drop of the white stuff from my fingers.

"They did move, but he got a new job as some kind of sales rep that requires him to travel a lot, and we ran into each other at the Starbucks, so we sat down to talk.

"Before you know it, one thing led to another and soon we were in his hotel room fucking just like the good old days. He may have gotten older, but he still knows how to use that big cock of his! That beautiful cock gave me two orgasms this afternoon before I had to go and make it home before you.

"I tell you, babe, next to yours, his cock is my favorite cock of ALL time. Even as much as I love those black cocks filling me up, I love Danny's the best!"

"Well, okay then," was all I managed at this startling bit of unexpected news.

"He's in town until Friday morning when he flies back home, and....." she offered, rather hesitantly.

"And what?" I asked.

"And...... he asked me to come back over to his hotel tomorrow night after his sales meetings were over," she answered sheepishly.

"So, what did you tell him?" my curiosity (and blood) going bonkers!

"I hope you don't mind, but I told him yes. And here's why.

"Do you remember the time when Danny and I first fucked, you were off fucking that bimbo that you left me for, and how I wanted to pay you back for cheating on me?"

"Yeah, I remember you telling me about it," not knowing where she was taking me with this.

"Well, when you left this last time to fuck that stupid bimbo of yours, it hurt me......A LOT! I thought you were through fucking around on me, but, unlike the first two times when you fucked around and all I did was sit around and cry until you came back home, this time I didn't.

"Oh, I cried, a little, but not very much. My hurt turned to anger REAL quickly, and all I wanted to do was hurt you. I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me. No, I take that back.

"I wanted to hurt you MORE than you hurt me. We hadn't discovered your little fetish of watching me fuck other men yet, so I thought the best way of hurting you was the same way you hurt me, by fucking someone else.

"I'm going to come clean now and tell you what I DIDN'T tell you back then and you better not fucking hold it against me because, after all, you started it by fucking around on me FIRST," she said in one of those semi-serious tones.

I love confessions, especially juicy ones, and it sounded like I was about to hear a juicy one right now.

"Ok, here goes," my wife hesitated, instead, unbuttoning my shirt before moving down to remove my pants and expose my rock-hard cock. She then started to slowly stroke me while whispering in my ear as the rest of my clothing hit the floor.

"Now remember, you were gone, and I wasn't getting any, so I started getting horny. I mean REALLY horny! You know how I get when It's been a while. So, when Burt fucked me that first time on his kitchen table, and the flood gates opened, I realized that's what I should be doing while you were off screwing around.

"I should be screwing around, too!

"I mean, what's good for the Goose is good for the Gander, right? DAMN RIGHT!!!

"Once, though, I decided to pay you back, all of these opportunities suddenly popped up, literally, no pun intended. I didn't realize how easy it was going to be to get even with you until Burt started fucking me every time Charlie was gone.

"And then, when I batted my eyelashes at Danny the first time, and he made his first deposit inside me within a half hour, I kinda liked the feeling of power I suddenly had over these men and all I had to do was wink.

"I gotta tell ya, babe, men are easy," my beautiful wife bragged.

"Of course we are, honey. We're men. Almost all of us are easy. Most all it takes is for a woman to look at us twice and we're hers. Especially if that woman is as beautiful as you!"

Not that I was lying, but I was gonna compliment her anyway, just to keep the story going while she was slowly masturbating me.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure," she laughed.

"Anyway, this is something I've never told you and I don't want you holding it against me, promise?"

She had that look in her eyes that told me how I answered the question would depend on how the rest of our conversation went, so, I never hesitated.

"I promise."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure, babe. 100%."

With a mischievous grin on her face, she continued, "After Burt fucked me the second time was when I decided to 'spread myself around' and see how many men I was comfortable taking in your absence. You know, to pay your cheating ass back!"

"As it turns out, I was PRETTY comfortable!"

Her grin then turned into a smirk as she squeezed my cock real hard, "and by 'taking', I mean 'fucking'!"

"Of course you do. Okay, I get it, you were pissed and had every right to pay me back. I really don't blame you, but......tell me more," I conceded, then begged.

"You're damned straight that I had every right to pay you back. And I did, IN SPADES! You have no idea, but over time, you will."

See, there ARE more stories, I fucking KNEW it!

"Don't you dare hold this against me Michael, but the first time Danny fucked me, I fell in love with his big, beautiful cock! I knew after the first time he put that thing in my mouth, even BEFORE it found its way inside my married pussy, that he could have me ANY time he wanted.

"And I'll be honest with you, honey, he wanted me......A LOT......so did Burt. And I let them take me pretty much whenever they wanted......wherever they wanted."

Her hand deliberately slowed down on my cock.

"I never told either of them no. In fact, we were almost caught several times by both of their wives, Charlie AND Kathy, because we'd do it just on the spur of the moment. Whenever the opportunity arose.

"They both fucked me a lot more than I ever told you, baby," sticking her tongue in my ear and 'milking' my cock.

"Hell, Michael, both of those men were in heaven. Two married men getting to fuck a slutty, married woman, with virtually NO sexual inhibitions at all, any chance they could. Cum to think about, I was in heaven back then, too," she admitted.

"Well, thanks babe for confirming what I've felt all along, that you fucked them more often than you let on, even though you never admitted it." I smiled at her, accusing her of the truth.

"Hell, Michael, looking back at it now, I was a real SLUT! I never told anyone no, well, except Joe. And I probably wouldn't have told him no either if Jennifer hadn't been my best friend at the time.

"But we're getting sidetracked here.

"Anyway. Danny's cock has this downward curve to it that rubs my clit every time he fucks me from behind and it never takes me very long to cum when he's screwing me that way.