My wife, April is a dirty girl. She lost her virginity at a young age, and by the time she graduated from college, she had completely lost track of how many guys that she had slept with. I was fully aware of her promiscuous reputation when I first met her, but despite her apparent immorality, I found myself deeply attracted to her.
April has a gorgeous face. She has large, captivating blue eyes, her lips full and thick. She has a dynamite body with the nicest pair of 36C tits, a hot little ass, and the best legs that I have ever seen. But what makes her all the more attractive is her excessive sex appeal. She is practically overflowing with sexuality. I've never met a girl that can turn men, and even some women on, like, April.
My wife is so desirable she could easily have had any guy that she wanted. I believe the only reason we ended up together, was because I was one of the few guys able to look beyond her promiscuous past.
The first time I had sex with April, I could feel that her pussy was slightly loose compared to most of the girls that I had been with, but I have to admit, thinking about how it got that way began to turn me on. While my bare cock pistoned in and out of her licentious cunt, I couldn't help but wonder, just how many other guys had there been? Dozens for sure, maybe even hundreds. Thinking of how she had been fucked by such a large number of men had a strange effect on me. Suddenly I started to come. April encouraged me to fill her pussy as I spurted uncontrollably into her welcoming hole.
April and I started dating and despite the fact that it was almost impossible for us to go out in public and not run into one of her former lovers, I soon found myself falling for her. We spent all of our free time together and everything was going quite well, until one night, in a drunken moment of indiscretion, she had sex with my roommate, Chris.
All three of us had been drinking at my place when at about two in the morning I said that I had to go to bed. I was tired from a long week of work and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. When I asked April to join me, she declined saying that she wanted to stay up for one more drink.
I was reluctant to leave the two of them alone, but I was also too tired to argue with her. I decided that I would have to learn to trust her sometime, so I went to bed, and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke around nine and April wasn't in bed with me. A wave of foreboding washed through me as I got out of bed to go find her. Sure enough, I found April sleeping on my couch in the nude, her clothing scattered on the living room floor. I woke her, and demanded to know what had happened.
At first she was confused, having been woken from a deep sleep. But eventually April admitted that she had fucked Chris.
I stormed into Chris' room prepared to pound the ever-loving crap out of him, only to find that he had already left for work.
As I came back into the living room April was crying. I sat down on the other end of the couch and told her to get her clothing and get out.
With that she began to sob and begged me to forgive her. She swore that nothing like this would ever happen again. She threw all kinds of excuses at me, even going so far as to blame me for leaving them alone together when I knew that she had been drinking.
About forty-five minutes past with April continually pleading me to forgive her. I tried to stay angry. I tried to hold firm in my decision to end our relationship. But I really didn't want to loose her, and I couldn't help but be turned on by her "just-fucked" appearance. She looked so sexy and slutty with her hair and make-up all disheveled, my feelings of anger were quickly being replaced by feelings of lust and excitement.
To make a long story short, I reluctantly forgave her for cheating on me.
April wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight and thanking me for the second chance.
She smelled of sex and I found myself becoming even more aroused by her heady scent. We started kissing and I realized that I had to fuck her.
Sensing my need, April lay back on the couch while I removed my pants. As soon as I had them off she spread her legs, and guided my stiff prick to her opening.
I couldn't help but notice April's pussy was swollen and coated with the sticky remenants of recent sexual activities. Her pubic hair was matted with dried semen, and her ass and thighs looked shiny and sticky.
Noticing my look she said, "Sorry, I can go wash first if you want."
I just shook my head no. "It's okay." I rasped. I told myself then that I was too horny to wait, but looking back now I think that I actually wanted her that way.
She was still considerably stretched and wet from Chris' big dick, and my cock easily penetrated her to its fullest in one stroke. We both groaned as I began to rut in her sloppy, stretched-out cunt.
That morning I discovered that there is nothing quite like screwing a hot, sexy girl, who has recently been filled with another man's come. The slick, used feeling of of her well-fucked pussy was beyond description. I am embarrassed to say that I doubt I even lasted a full two minutes. The sight of my prick coated with the remnants of Chris and April's copious fluids, coupled with the fact I could smell sex every time I thrust into her, caused me to shoot off like never before. In no time I was adding a mighty load of come to April's already jizzy pussy.
We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon fucking until my balls had been drained, and I was sure that my seed out-numbered Chris' inside of her slutty cunt.
Several months passed and April and I eventually moved in together. A little over half a year later we were engaged to be married. Throughout this time I found myself fantasizing about her and Chris, as well as other studs I knew she had fucked. I began encouraging her to share some of the details of her previous steamy encounters with me before and during sex.
Almost every night we'd lie in bed and she would tell me stories of her many one-night-stands and her penchant for guys with big cocks. One particular night she was explaining to me her distaste for profolactics, and why she had allowed so many guys to fuck her without the use of condoms.
"So where did they come? In your pussy?" I asked, remembering our first night together.
"Yeah, for the most part. Some pulled out, but I'd say most of them came in my pussy."
"Weren't you scared of getting pregnant, or worse?" I asked, my voice shaking with arousal. It excited me to think of her being so careless as to allow so many strangers to ejaculate inside of her.
"At first I was, but after a few years of sleeping around, I had let so many guys come inside me that I was sure that I couldn't get pregnant, and I've never had an STD, so it didn't really concern me.
"Besides, whenever I would pull my panties down to pee the next day, I could smell the come that had been left in my pussy the previous night, and it made me smile. It made me think about the latest guy – or guys that had just fucked me and I would feel so naughty and turned on."
I groaned "What do you mean by 'guys'? Does that mean you've had more than one at a time?"
April grinned by how turned on I got at the mention of her with more than one guy. The next thing I knew she was telling me stories of her involved in threesomes, foursomes, and the time she was gang-fucked by an estimated fifteen to twenty guys in a bar after hours – things that she has never told anyone before.
One of my favorite stories about April is the time she met up with a group of guys celebrating a bachelor party.
Most of them were attractive guys around her age. She had been drinking quite heavily, so it's no surprise that my slutty fiance ended up fucking the groom, the best man and two other guys in their hotel room. By the next morning the foursome had left a generous amount of semen in her pussy as well as various other places in and on her body.
Just before nine a.m. the groom offered her a ride home. On the way, she decided to give him something to remember her by. April leaned over in her seat, undid his pants and began sucking his dick, stopping occasionally to give him directions.
When they got to April's apartment he put the car in park, and in broad daylight my future wife finnished him off with her mouth. She said that although he must have ejaculated three or four times in the last five hours she still had to swallow quite quickly in order handle his load.
