Cathy and I got along okay the first eight years that we were married. But after that things rapidly fell apart to the point where I thought for sure that we were getting divorced. However, our relationship changed for the better when my wife discovered that she enjoyed being a slut.
I first noticed the change in her not long after she started working five nights a week at a department store in the nearby mall. The store closed at eleven, and the first few nights she would be home and in bed by midnight. But soon she started getting home later and later, eventually crawling into bed at three or four in the morning. And she'd come home horny as the dickens, wanting to fuck like a freight train. I never said a word about the hickeys and love marks I saw on her body, not to mention her creamy wet pussy.
Cathy had begun to let herself go, but now she started working out, getting back in shape, and as a result she had men flirting with her constantly. Cathy loves to show off her tight five foot, 98 pound body as much as possible. However, it's her big, beautiful breasts and large protruding nipples that get the most attention.
I never said a word because the more she got hit on the wilder and more fun she was to live with. I'm several years older than she is, and I know she likes younger men. I'd rather be married to a horny slut than a boring prude any day, and life with Cathy has been much more exciting since she gave up on monogamy.
Cathy finally admitted to me that she'd been having an affair with a guy at the store, but only after he got fired and moved out of town. I loved hearing her tell me about their hot encounters, and it thrilled me to listen to her moan about how much she missed another man's big thick dick inside her horny hole. She got very wet telling me all the wanton details of their torrid affair. As I ate out her delicious honeypot she told me how the two of them would go to his place and fuck for hours after they got off work. She said that his thick hunk of meat got her so hot and horny that he could talk her into doing anything he wanted. She even confessed to me that she'd let a couple of his friends join in.
I told Cathy that I knew she had been fooling around, as I crawled up from between her legs with my face covered with her delicious pussy juice. I squeezed her big boobs and sucked on her hard nipples, then stopped to tell her how I loved her being a slut. Mostly because of how horny she'd become. I added with a kiss, slipping my rock hard cock inside her hot pocket, that if it took her having several lovers to be my happily married wife, then it was fine with me. Then pumping my cock in and out of her sopping wet love hole, I looked her in the eyes and told her to have a great time with as many men as she wanted, adding that I like the feel of her pussy now that she's fucking other men.
Cathy admitted that she never expected me to want her to have lovers. However, she was so glad I didn't want a divorce that she promised to share her sex life with me from then on.
Cathy discovered that she loves big, long cocks. She told me that she wanted her next stud to be even better endowed then her last lover, who had had a good nine inches. I suggested that she start flirting with some of the black guys she worked with, as black men are said to have the biggest dicks. Cathy said she didn't believe that, it was all just a myth. Nonetheless, the idea of making it with a black guy gave her a thrill, so she started taking my advice.
That Friday night Cathy called from work, sounding hot and horny as hell, to ask me what I thought about her sleeping with this guy named Lester. She said that he was six feet four, handsome and rumored to have a thick, foot long blacksnake for a cock. I thought that he sounded like the perfect lover for her, and said so. Cathy then told me that they were working alone in the warehouse, and that he was squeezing her big boobs while pinching her red, rubbery nipples as she was talking to me.
I encouraged my loving slut of a wife to flirt with Lester some more and see what happened. Well, what happened was that Cathy finally got in the door late the next morning, and immediately started telling me all about what she'd done with her new lover. She said she went home with him, and within moments after they got to his place his foot long prick was working its way into her dripping honeypot. As she spoke she was pulling her clothes off, and soon we were fucking like never before as she described just how good Lester was in bed. I almost came when my dick disappeared into her wet, stretched tunnel of love. It turned me on like crazy to think that just a few minutes earlier Lester's huge dong had been where mine was. I told my wife that, and did that ever turn her on even more. After coming several times she slept for most of the day.
Cathy woke up after sunset. We fooled around a little before she showered, but I could tell that she was holding back. I knew why when Lester came over around eight that night. I was thrilled to meet him, and the three of us got messed up on some great grass before he took Cathy into our bedroom. I came too. My wife wanted me to watch her having fun, she promised that she wouldn't hold anything back. I got off like never before, watching Cathy enjoying every inch of that foot long black dick. When Lester left a few hours later, I got to enjoy some fresh sloppy seconds. That was the first porn show my wife put on for me, but not the last.
The very next afternoon Cathy announced that she'd be spending the next few days with Lester. She packed a small bag, gave me a kiss good bye and drove off. She came home three days later with some wild tales to tell about gang banging with Lester and his many friends. After that she started going out bar hopping with them after work. I didn't mind having to wait my turn, because those guys had an even better effect on my wife then her first lover. Cathy said Lester and his pals got her hot because not only did they know she was a cock craving slut, they knew how to treat her like one.
But after just a few weeks my insatiable wife started chomping at the bit for something more. One night I was watching her and Lester going at it on the couch, and she was having a harder time than usual getting off. She started saying that Lester felt loose now in her stretched out honeypot, and that she wanted to try fucking someone really big. Lester just laughed. He reached up and took hold of Cathy's swaying boobs as he told her about a partner of his with cock that hung down to his knees that was as thick as a sausage. Pinching her nipples, he added that she was welcome to fuck him all she wanted.
I could see by the smile on my wife's cute pixie face that she liked the idea of fucking someone with a monster dick even bigger than Lester's. Lester, however, quickly pointed out that most women her size were afraid to fuck his hugely hung friend. Not my hot wife. Cathy started riding Lester hard, while I sat in my recliner, smoking a joint. I enjoyed watching her get off as she panted and moaned about how she couldn't wait to feel Lester's friend's big thing inside her horny love hole.
She invited the two of them over to our place the very next night, so that I could watch her enjoy two big black cocks at the same time. That experience was a total dream come true. I was in a lustful daze all day Saturday as I got the spare bedroom ready for her threesome. Cathy wouldn't let me touch her at all. She soaked herself in a long hot bath for hours, and got dressed with the bedroom door locked. When she finally walked out she looked like such a tramp! I loved it. She wore a tight, stretchy see through black top with no bra, a very short pleated red skirt, black thigh high stockings and high heeled fuck me pumps. She turned around and bent over to show me that she wasn't wearing any panties. With her hair all done up, her face made up and her lips and long nails painted a bright red, she looked like a working girl ready for a busy night.
When Cathy saw my hard cock she smiled and then laughed, saying how much she loved being my wife. She walked up to me and quickly gave me a hot kiss, adding that she wanted to give me a great show tonight. I put my hand up under her short skirt, rubbing her bare ass and bald crotch, but she pulled away, telling me to wait till later.
Lester and Darryl showed up on time, and Cathy ran to the door to meet them. I stayed behind, looking through some files to find some sexy music to put on. I got rock hard knowing that right now her new lover was in our house, probably already playing with my wife's boobs, her dripping pussy and hot ass. I was right. Cathy glowed with lust as she bounced past me with a wink and a smile on her way to get the drinks. With that I turned on our sound system and got the place pumping.
When Lester introduced me to his friend Darryl I discovered just how big he really was. He filled my large recliner when he sat down in it. At first it was a bit awkward, talking to this massive black guy who was about to fuck my cute little sexpot of a wife right in front of me. That is, until he pulled out a big joint and fired it up.
The three of us were soon talking like old friends about what a hot slut my wife was. That's when Lester said something about how much fun Cathy was when she was all fucked up. I said she didn't really need to get fucked up, she was pretty damn hot and wild even when she was stone sober! Just then Cathy came in with the drinks and asked what we were talking about. We just grinned, but she knew all right. She passed out the drinks, then took a couple of big drags on Darryl's joint. She looked so delicious, with her big hard nipples pushing out against her nearly transparent top. She took another toke and then passed the joint to Lester, who bent over and whispered something in her ear.
Cathy then turned back to Darryl and gave him a kiss while rubbing his crotch. He pulled a few pills out of his shirt pocket and gave them to her, and she promptly swallowed them down without hesitation. My wife then looked at me with a naughty grin as she climbed onto the lap of her new lover. Lester and I passed the rest of the burning joint back and forth between us, watching the action in the recliner unfold.