My girlfriend, Sally, has always had a high sex drive, for which I am eternally grateful, and has always been a cockhound.
Early on in our relationship, when we realised we were serious about each other, she confessed to me that she had been with a lot of guys, and had never been faithful to any of her boyfriends, but that she was a changed woman and that she was committed to being faithful to me.
Her sexual history was no surprise to me; I knew of her reputation and had always been really turned on by the thought of slutty women. Out of curiosity I asked her how many guys she had slept with. She really didn't want to say, but I reassured her that it made no difference to me and she finally said that it was around fifty, although she wasn't sure exactly how many. Not bad for a girl who'd just reached 20 years of age, ten years my junior! The thought got me instantly hard and I pounced on her, lasting about 5 seconds inside her before I exploded, visualising a queue of fifty guys.
I kept this picture in my mind for around six months, as we became closer and I started thinking about marriage. She was my ideal in all respects, 5'4", chestnut hair, green eyes, not skinny but shapely, topped off with 38C tits, which she loved to display in tight, low tops. Her cleavage was certainly an eye catcher!
And to top it all, she was amazing in bed, never refusing me any request. When I tentatively asked her if I could fuck her sweet ass, she said yes PLEASE! Most other girls I'd been with had refused outright, or made it plain they were doing it just to please me. Sally was the first girl I ever met who actually enjoyed it.
Finally (as I'm sure you've guessed) came the day that would change everything. We went to a party where there were a lot of her old college friends. Sally was dressed as I loved her, showing lots of cleavage and leaving little to the imagination in a tight white low cut t-shirt, without a bra, and a short skirt. At my request she'd left her panties off because I loved to feel her up in public places, and it turned me on just knowing her sweet little bald pussy was naked under that skirt. Sally had had a few vodkas before we left to get her in the party mood.
The party was pretty riotous by the time we got there, with plenty of drink flowing and loud music pounding from one of the rooms. I went to the kitchen to fetch some beers while Sally said 'Hi' to some of her old friends. When I came back she was speaking earnestly to a couple of guys, and looked relieved when I showed up. She pointedly introduced me as Mike, her fiancé. The guys looked a little put out, but congratulated us and told me I was one hell of a lucky guy, then wandered off.
We stood drinking beers for a minute then one of the guys came back, and asked Sally if she wanted to dance. Sally said no, but I knew she loved to dance and I was no dancer myself, so I told her she should go and have a good time. I got a little bored waiting, and after 10 minutes or so I looked around the door into the room where the music was. The music had slowed down and Sally was dancing close to the guy, pressed up against him, while he stroked her ass through her skirt. As they turned, I saw with some surprise that his other hand was also stroking her ass, but under the skirt. My cock gave a twitch, and I hatched a plan.
Slowly, and seemingly reluctantly, she moved his hands and pulled away from him. I ducked back into the hallway, and she joined me a moment later. I asked her if she'd had a good time, and she nodded, and asked if she could have some of my beer. I told her I'd get another. In the kitchen I cracked open a fresh can, tipped about a quarter of it away and topped it up with vodka, hoping she wouldn't notice.
And she didn't, she was pretty drunk already. She drank about half of it back in one gulp. She asked me if I wanted to dance, but I said I wasn't into it and she should go right ahead, I was going to find somewhere to sit down as I had a headache. She shrugged, finished her beer and wandered off to the music room (looking a bit wobbly) as I headed for the back of the house. I got talking to someone there and was held up longer than I wanted to be, but headed back after about 20 minutes to see what she was up to.
It was quite dim in the room and it took me a minute to realise she wasn't in there. I wandered around all the downstairs rooms, but there was no sign of her. Slowly I crept up the stairs, stopping short as I heard her voice on the landing.
"No, no, I shouldn't, 's not right, Mike's downstairs…" she was protesting. I raised my head up just high enough to see through the banisters. I could hardly see her, the guy she'd been dancing with had her pressed against the wall and was nuzzling her neck.
