Her last boyfriend, Drew, had been a real jerk, but she told me that the sex had always been great. He was much more physically dominating than I was, and had a thick 10 inch cock that she enjoyed very much. She had gotten back together with him several times after fights, just for his cock. She kept in touch with him, as he owed her money, but she didn't tell him we were married for almost a year, although he called at least once a month.
Sometimes, when we were in bed, she would tell me about how Drew had thrown her over the furniture and fucked her from behind. How good it felt when his big dick thrust into her, and how much she enjoyed him pushing her up against the wall and fucking her as her feet were held off the ground. How much she loved the sensation of his cock in her mouth, and how overwhelming the sensation was when he fucked her sweet ass. She raved about the way he would overpower her, and force her to do whatever he desired. She also told me how they had often had sex in the shower, which we did only rarely, as I found it uncomfortable. Whenever she told me about her sex life with Drew, the sex would be really hot, and I let her know that I enjoyed hearing about her prior experiences.
Although I've never had any complaints about my penis, I suspected that she might want something that I wasn't able to provide for her. I wanted her to be happy, and didn't want to lose her. During pillow talk, I told her that I wouldn't mind if she wanted to have sex with other men as long as I knew; as long as she wasn't lying to me. Sex was sex, but our relationship was the most important thing, the permanent thing. As long as we were honest with each other, I had no fear that it would ever end. She insisted she wasn't interested in anyone but me, but admitted the thought was intriguing. I also admitted to being turned on by the thought of opening our marriage.
My two jobs weren't bringing in enough money to pay for everything we wanted, so she started working occasionally as a topless dancer. I would usually stop by after my evening job and wait to take her home. On her work nights, she would get really wild in bed, especially if the tips had been good. I enjoyed watching her dance for other men, and she liked to send other dancers to tease me at my table.
One night, I arrived to find her very excited. One of her customers had been flirting with her all night and invited her to his motel room. She asked me if I was willing to take her to his motel. Of course I was. My only conditions were that I be there and that he wear a condom if he was going to cum inside her. When we got there, she asked him if they could shower together. She told me to wait thirty minutes before joining them in the bathroom. As I waited, I heard the shower start, then muffled voices, gasps, moans, and thumps. I anxiously awaited the minute I could join them. Entering the bathroom, I pulled back the shower curtain and saw my wife's playmate holding her against the shower wall.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust his manhood deep within her. Her wet hair was plastered to the side of her face and their lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. She opened her eyes and looked right at me as she climaxed - one of a dozen I witnessed that night.
Shortly, she turned off the water, fell to her knees and began sucking his hard, wet cock. She started by kissing and licking around it, while glancing at me with a wicked smile. Finally, he reached down and pulled her head into his crotch, forcing his cock into her throat. The sight of my beautiful wife, lost in the throes of sexual excess, was a tremendous turn on for me. My own cock was hard and straining at my zipper. I reached down to stroke myself through the fabric as his cum jetted into my wife's face. Her cheeks sucked in and out as she swallowed his load, something she never did for me. He turned his head towards me, smiled, asked me if I was enjoying the view, and winked. She continued to stroke and suck his tool, telling him how hot he made her.
