Part 6 of my tale includes references to incest, verbal abuse and harsh face fucking along with humiliation and cuckolding. If those subjects don't interest you, then please look elsewhere.
Sunday was a day of discussion, fucking and making love. Chloe's pussy had remained loose, resized by Andrew's huge girth. The 3 times I penetrated her ended with my inability to last and my failure to make her orgasm through penetration. It would become part of our kink eventually, but at the time, I expected it would change when her pussy returned to normal.
In the few weeks since our engagement we had come such a long way. She'd been fucked by 2 different men in the space of 2 days and both had fucked her hard and repeatedly. Both had different sized cocks, but both were significantly larger than my own. It made me so fucking hard imagine them having her multiple times, leaving her pussy far looser than I ever could.
I felt slightly thankful that I hadn't seen her with Andrew. I wasn't sure how I would have dealt with seeing him treat her like that. As a slut. It was pushing the envelope watching him fuck her mouth the way he had and had turned me on. But the way he'd told me he was going to take her to his bed and fuck her made me shiver. He hadn't asked. He'd TOLD me. Most telling was Chloe's acceptance that she was his for the taking. Even more telling was MY acceptance that she was his for the taking. He had used her, sent her to me and gone back to his bed to be used again, just as he'd told her to. It scared me to think of the implications.
I couldn't help myself. "Are they better than me?" I asked. "I mean, do you prefer sex with them?"
"David," she said, holding my hands. "No. They're different and I'm not going to lie to you baby, the sex is incredible," she said wistfully. "But it's just sex. I don't love them. They can't give me what you give me baby. I love you and that will never change."
In a strange way I was disappointed, but I also knew how shattering any other answer might have been.
I pushed. "What if I asked you to stop?"
Her reply was, as always, better thought out than I expected. "Do you want me to stop?"
I couldn't lie. "No," I replied sheepishly. I certainly did not. What was happening, what we were doing, went further than just sex and I couldn't imagine ever wanting it to stop.
"We're not like other couples baby," she said. "Sick fucking perverts together, remember?"
She was right. Even then, just talking that way had me hard. If there was any time to ask about her sexual history, it was then.
"I want you to be honest Chloe," I began. "I want to know everything. What you've done and with how many men. I can't keep getting drip fed snippets of information."
"Ok," she said and we lay down and she wrapped a leg over mine. "No more secrets."
It was a long confession and it left me shocked. I thought I understood her obsession for oral, but when I heard the numbers, I realised how naive I'd been. In the 3 years after her cousin Tim had exposed her to the delights of cocksucking, close to 40 different men had pumped their semen into her stomach.....some more than just once too. Like cousin Tim, who she'd continued to empty around once a month, Luca, the waiter from our very first date and a number of others.
"No, I don't want to know," I said when she asked if I wanted to know the names of the 5 men at work who'd graciously accepted her offer. One of which had been the week leading up to her 21st. That would be too hard to handle. Even 3 of the potential voyeurs we'd turned down before Andrew had felt the warmth of her throat.
Most telling was her refusal to see that it could be considered as cheating. She just didn't see it that way. "I wouldn't ask you to stop wanking," she said flatly. "Instead of diddling my pussy, I suck cock." It was a simple as that. It was true that I'd never seen her play with herself. She didn't do that. Where other people masturbated, Chloe fellated cock it seemed. "Anyway," she added casually. "I love the taste of cum too much to stop."
I loved her for being honest and I loved her more for the way her mind worked, but fuck, that was a lot of men by anyone's standards. Thankfully, or not, the number who'd fucked her was significantly fewer. Robbie, me, Asaf and Andrew were 4 of the 6. The remainder were 2 of the guys at work who she'd tasted.
"It was right at the beginning baby," she explained unfazed. "Before we were serious."
I'd been serious though. I'd been serious from the moment I saw her. Recalling Maggies words "She's always been a bit of slut," I contemplated the knowledge that 2 of my colleagues had fucked Chloe in the 3 months before I had. They'd fucked her knowing we were dating.
Well I did ask.
I guess most men would have flipped out and kicked her into touch, but I wasn't most men, I never had been. Besides, we had already gone beyond that. No, what did I do? I rolled her over and slid my bone hard dick in her still loose pussy and fucked her, once again unable to last.
That Sunday was a big day.
Sometime before we slept, I told her about the conversation I'd had with Martin. Only the part about his intention to go to the club, not the flippant comment regarding his size.
"I didn't even know they had singles night until Maggie told me baby,' she said. It didn't really make a difference in the grand scheme of things, but in a bizarre twist, I found myself disappointed she hadn't known. The biggest issue was if Martin saw her with Asaf. However, she wasn't going to stop going or change the night either. Tuesday evening was the only time he could get away regularly.
"It's a big club," she told me. "I'll just have to keep an eye out for him. If it comes to it I can always hide away somewhere. Plus Maggie's got eyes like a fucking hawk."
So that was that. I wasn't filled with confidence though and I really didn't want Martin to find out. It would just be too hard to deal with.
For the next 4 weeks, Chloe would arrive home around 3am on Wednesday morning after being fucked by Asaf. She'd wake me up, I'd slip inside her still freshly fucked pussy and usually ejaculate too soon. Mindfucked by knowing 9 inches of thick Muslim cock had stretched her was just too much for my self control. The only thing missing, for me that is, was that he hadn't also filled her full of his cum. He insisted on using a condom. I suggested she tell him I knew and they could come back and fuck at home. It would save him money on hotel bills for one and of course, I'd finally get to meet him, even if I didn't get to watch.
"I'll see." she told me. "I'm not sure how he'd take it."
Another 2 weeks and she'd told him I knew. He'd been more positive than expected. So much so, he'd agreed to come to the flat on the coming Thursday so we could finally meet. Was I nervous? Yes, but I was equally excited.
She hadn't strayed as far as sucking cock was concerned, save for once with cousin Tim. He'd brought her off with his tongue too, as well a coating her throat. It seemed she liked teaching him the art of cunnilingus. "Did I tell you how long his tongue is baby?" she purred. Yes she had and yes it fucking well got me hard. I expected it wouldn't be much longer before he had it in her arsehole too. Chloe really did like that.
"I think want me to fuck him," she panted, smothering my face with her huge arse. "You want me to fuck my own cousin don't you baby?" she asked, grinding her sopping wet pussy against my mouth. "You want him to fuck me, then eat his spunk from my cunt don't you sweetheart?" I did, but I couldn't answer her as she suffocated me to another hands free climax. She was getting good at that.
The only thing that kept me on edge was wondering if I was talking to one of the 5 workmates she'd sucked off. Or which one had shot his cum in her mouth the week before her 21st. Or which 2 had fucked her. Whenever I chatted with one of the guys at work I looked for signs, body language, anything that would give me a clue, but thankfully I saw none. It could have been anyone.
Then on the Wednesday morning, I was called into Martin's office. It wasn't unusual, I often got called in for one reason or another. He went through a few jobs he wanted me to sort and agreed timescales. Just as I thought he was finished he started to chat about his personal life. Joy. So I listened to him whining about his soon to be ex wife and made the usual perfunctory noises when appropriate.
