Finding my wife the perfect gift for our upcoming fifteenth wedding anniversary posed a longtime challenge. I wanted something special and memorable to thank her for making me the happiest man on earth all these years, but nothing had yet caught my eye.
Then a new personal trainer joined the staff of our local gym and soon took a shine to several women, Gaby in particular.
That gave me an idea...
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I have the world's horniest wife. Not that I'm complaining; I know many men who would kill for an open-minded and sexually adventurous spouse like Gaby. In fact, I can't remember a time when she doesn't practically jump me and tear at my clothes when I come home from frequent job-related road trips. We seldom make it to the bedroom.
Gaby and I didn't start out as a true couple. We first got together when a friend tossed her in my direction for a more "respectable" girl he could take in public.
I wasn't looking for a serious relationship and been with a few other girls by the time Gaby and I started hooking up for no strings attached sex when I was twenty and she nineteen.
Call me crazy for taking up with my buddy's "sloppy seconds" with a cum dumpster reputation, but Gaby could always be counted on when I had overwhelming urges. I wasn't the only guy she was banging, but didn't give a shit.
Gaby was only a stop to get easy pussy, anal, and the best deep throat blow jobs I'd received to date. She always finished me off with her mouth since using condoms weren't high on either our lists of priorities.
I wasn't sure if Gaby liked to fuck or just fucked to be liked since she had little else to offer at the time we met. At five feet, two inches tall and weighing around 160 pounds, she was plain, not cute at all, but had breasts that were at least a 40D and a juicy round ass. I wasn't any prize to speak of either, though other girls I'd previously slept with said I had a great body and talented cock.
Our hookup "dates" evolved into a full-blown, legitimate relationship when Gaby became pregnant and I stood by her despite knowing I wasn't the father. Last I checked, no girl got knocked up by having a nut busted down her throat.
She gave birth to a son with dark skin and hair, put him up for adoption, and eventually had her tubes tied.
When we became seriously involved, Gaby confided that judging from the baby's looks, his biological father was likely among the members of a semi-professional soccer team that gang banged her the previous summer.
"Gaby, I can't understand the need for you to hook up with so many guys," I said during the first of many dates no longer the "fuck and leave" kind. "I'm surprised you haven't been pregnant more often or contracted any serious diseases from screwing around without protection."
"The pill and shots made me sick, diaphragms were a pain in the ass, I could't afford an inter-uterine thingy, and - as you already know - sex doesn't feel as good with condoms. Most guys want to fuck bareback and pull out before coming anyway, but I no longer have to worry about getting pregnant since having the tubal ligation. I also get tested for diseases often as possible."
"You're still taking some huge risks. What if a hookup ends with you raped or killed?"
"Why all the sudden concern, Marty? You never had any problem texting me for booty calls when no one better was available."
Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. "It isn't like I have anything going for me except big boobs. You'd eventually learn to deal with only being good for sex too from the time a step parent first forced themselves on you after you started developing."
"What?! Your stepfather RAPED you?"
"Every night unless he worked graveyard shift. Then if my mom wasn't awake in the morning when Kevin came home from work, I'd get bent over the bathroom sink so he could his way with me before I went to school. All this went on for little over two years."
The image of someone in position of trust taking advantage of a young Gaby infuriated me. "Where does the son of a bitch live? I'll kill him!"
"Don't know and don't care; besides, he isn't worth ruining your own life. I haven't seen him or my mom in years. She said I was a slut and threw me out of the house after Kevin got me pregnant. Some mother, huh? I had to have an abortion before going into foster care. Now you know why I don't want kids. I already terminated one baby and gave up another."
She sighed and continued, "Anyway, the foster system wasn't much better. Two older boys in the first home made me have a three-way with them in exchange for keeping quiet after they caught me sneaking in the house after curfew. Then my last foster dad bribed me with extra money and gifts if I slept with him because foster mom 'wasn't being a good wife.' I always felt dirty afterward, but enjoyed the 'perks'."
I picked up one of her hands and kissed it. "I'm sorry, baby. I wish I knew sooner about the hell you went through. Maybe I'd thought twice about using you for my own selfish purposes."
"No need to apologize. My shitty early home life and foster system aren't the only ones at fault. I also made a lot of bad choices - the soccer team gang bang among them - after becoming aware I could use sex to my advantage. I was popular with men near my age for the first time in my life, or so I thought."
"You don't need to degrade yourself to be liked by jumping into bed with random guys, Gaby. I've seen what a nice person you are since we got to know each other and...well, have cared deeply about you since the pregnancy."
She brightened. "Oh, Marty! I don't know what to say."
"Promise me you'll stop screwing around. It's too dangerous, baby, and they don't feel the same way about you as I do."
She smiled and squeezed my hand. "I promise. Thank you for finally making me feel like a worthwhile person."
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Gaby started undergoing a transformation not long after I asked her to move in with me. She joined the gym where I was a member and worked out religiously, shedding thirty pounds. Her ass remained plump but firmer and I counted my blessings the weight loss had little effect on her now-38C chest.
She ditched her baggy T-shirts, loose "dude" jeans, dark sweaters, sweatpants, and the plain bras and panties, all replaced with sexy lingerie, form-fitting workout gear that showed off her amazing tits and ass, more feminine jeans, bright-colored tops, short skirts, and body-hugging dresses.
She even bought her first bikini!
Gaby traded her glasses for contact lenses, used cosmetics with a light hand to show off her best features, and had her flame-colored tresses cut to shoulder length, its waves shimmering in the sun.
We drew a lot of attention in public as a couple. Both of us are gingers so I guess that tends to fascinate people. Or maybe people wondered what a hot-looking woman like her was doing with someone like me. Whatever.
Gaby also turned plenty of heads on her own; the temptation of returning to her old promiscuous behavior with men often presented itself, yet she never acted on it.
She'd kept her promise of not sleeping around with exception of both of us picking up horny college girls at the gym for occasional female-male-female threesomes.
Gaby had never engaged in any type of lesbian sex before we started living together and soon enjoyed getting some girl-on-girl action before letting me join in.
She was always my dream girl, but took me a long time to realize it. Not bad for starting with an old buddy passing me his "sloppy seconds." I should look up Jack sometime and royally thank him for the favor.
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"Marty...Marty...I'm going to come!"
I pushed her further down on my lap. "God, you feel so good on top."
She reached down and rubbed her clit. "Because I know how much you like it, you horny bastard."
"Your fault for getting me worked up all the time, baby."
She continued riding me and grabbed a handful of my hair, her inner pussy walls gripping my cock like a vise as she reached orgasm.
"Marty's a very bad boy for making me come so hard."
"Gaby's a very bad girl for wanting sex on the new couch," I growled back, loudly slapping her ass.
"I'll fuck you anytime and anywhere," she hissed through clenched teeth and increased the pace of her bouncing.
"You're a little nympho."
"And you love every minute of it."
I moved my hips upward to meet her rocking motion as we kissed hungrily, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
I broke the kiss and nibbled my way down Gaby's neck until I reached her breasts, teasing, nipping, licking, and sucking them while a fingertip on my spare hand pumped in and out her asshole.
"Ohhhh, Marty..." she moaned. "That feels soooo good!"
"Damn, I always loved your tits and ass. I can't get enough of them."
She impaled herself on my cock all the way to the hilt. "Mmmm...I know."
My hands tangled in her luxuriant hair and brought her face to mine for another passionate kiss. Gaby forcefully bounced up and down, mewling with pleasure as she matched my long, hard, upward strokes.
My mouth planted itself on her neck and sucked in a bit of flesh, creating a mark. She writhed on my lap and increased the tempo of her rocking motion.
Gaby sensed the tension that began building in my balls and clamped her pussy muscles tighter around my shaft.
"Let me come in you this time, baby," I said. "Would you like my cum in your hot little pussy? Am I still the only man for you?"
"Marty...Marty...yes! You're the only one, the only one, the only one!"
"I love you...I love you..." I panted and shot my load inside her.
Gaby collapsed against my chest when we finished and rested her her head on my shoulder. We remained still for several minutes catching our breaths.
"Marry me," I blurted.
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Marry me."
"My God, you are serious."
I pulled Gaby close and deeply kissed her. "Damn right I am. Marry me, baby. Let's do it this weekend."
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It's now been almost fifteen years since our impromptu weekend wedding and our marriage remains strong as ever. Gaby and I always kept the lines of communication open, be it anything from everyday domestic issues to problems I dealt with at work - and yes, sex.
I first met Joel at the gym while Gaby and I were having our regular workout session. I'd gone to get us some water and in process of returning when I saw a a good-looking guy with short thick brown hair and well-trimmed beard standing behind her, large hands cupped on her waist as she worked on one of the machines.
He and I were around the same height (I'm 6'1), but he weighed at least 15-20 pounds less and had a great smile.
The sight of another guy's hands wandering on my wife's body incensed me. Not wanting to make a public scene, I barely held my composure, handing Gaby her water.
