My wife is a slut. I'll make no bones about it. Even before I got with her I knew that she was. I thought she might change, but no, she's still opening her legs to all and sundry nearly 25 years later. She's aware that i know about some, but not all. To be fair, she's probably been fucked by a lot that I don't know about..
I first met her around 26 years ago when she was 25. She started working in the office of a large freight company where I was a driver. She looked very sweet, naive, and was very shy. Shoulder length brown hair and the most fantastic pair of large breasts. She always dressed for work in trousers and a blouse, but nothing ever on show. Blouse never tucked in and covering her arse. Quite conservative in fact. I had to collect notes from her daily, and I never really got much out of her other than a hello and a quick smile.
I was living with and had two sons with a long term partner at that point so I never made any move on her. I was 12 years older than her too and guessed she liked the younger guys. Little did I know.
A few months later I was sat with a couple of warehouse guys and another driver in our mess room, which was a manky portacabin situated in the top corner of the yard. Smoke stained walls and overflowing ashtrays. Ahh, remember those days!
Helen walked across the yard to her car, heading out on her lunch break. The other driver Colin, who never really uttered much, said, "See her. The export bird. Derek fucked her last week"
Now Derek was one of the export managers. A slim ginger haired and moustache wearing guy of mid 50s at the time. I replied, "No fucking way did he! She wouldn't look twice at him!"
Colin didn't even raise his head from his paper, but said, "Rumour has it he did after an office night out and they'd shared a cab"
I felt a little jealous. Wondered if it was actually true as blokes are worse than women for gossip really.
A couple of months passed and i got a few more words from her but nothing special. I was beginning to think that she didn't like me at all. It was around this time that I split from my long term partner. I was still living in the house until I found somewhere else. It was hard work emotionally, and Helen asked if I was ok one morning at work. We both smoked at the time so we headed outside to smoke and I spilled the beans on my relationship. Helen seemed genuinely caring and we started to chat more at that point.
The day after our chat was a Friday. I came into work just before 7am and headed straight to the mess room. As soon as I sat down and lit up a fag, in walked Colin with another guy called John. John was abit older than Helen who had not long turned 26. I knew him well as i used to knock about with his oldest brother. Colin says, "Go on John, tell Paul!"
"Tell me what?!"
"It's no big deal!"
"Come on you two, just spill!"
"John fucked that Helen from exports last night. In fact, she sucked him off less than an hour ago!"
I called him a lucky bastard and asked how that had come about.
John said that she had messed up the paperwork on a shipment and he had gone to her to tell her quietly so that she could rectify it without any hassle. She came out to him in the warehouse a little while later and thanked him for not bringing it to her bosses attention. She asked what time he finished and then asked if she could buy him a drink to say thanks.
He finished at 6pm and they met in a local pub to work. He said she'd gone home and showered and changed and was a totally different person. Out went the trousers and baggy blouse, and in came an above the knee length skirt with a nice fitted jumper showing off her big tits. She also had light make up on which she never wore at work. He said she looked real nice.
She bought him the pint and thanked him again. The pub was noisy and busy and she asked if he wanted a drink back at hers. John was never one to turn a possibility down and said he'd follow her back to hers. She had a flat on a new estate not far away. Once inside, Helen switched the kettle on and then turned to John, kissed him, and then said "I need to thank you properly"
Helen dropped to her knees and promptly started sucking his cock. Her mouth was energetic and in no time he had cum in Helens throat.
After he'd calmed down from that, she led him to the bedroom and fucked him for the next few hours. He said she was insatiable and a completely different person in bed. Dirty and vocal. She had urged him to fuck her arsehole at one point. His watch alarm went off at 5am and she had woken and sucked him off once more.
I was loading my truck when she arrived at work just before 9am and she was back to work mode. Shy and quiet and in her conservative clothes.
Helen walked past John as if nothing had happened, and once she'd gone into the office I asked him if he'd fucked those big tits. He said no, but said he had spunked on them with his 2nd load.
Another few months rolled by and there was the odd rumour that she had been fucked by a few different men within the company. Mostly older and managers. I got on well with one of the team leaders as we used to play football together and he was really pally with Derek. I asked him to ask Derek if he had fucked Helen. I think i was a little infatuated with her and who she was fucking. I was wanking a lot and it was always imagining her with the guy rumoured to be fucking her.
Mark pulled me aside the day after I'd asked him and said that Derek had confirmed that he had fucked Helen a few times, and that they'd go to each others flats, fuck, and then go home.
Helen got a promotion around this time to supervisor of her section, being in charge of 8 others. I'd heard some bitching from a couple of the woman who'd been there years, with one saying, "Well it must be true that she slept with Dave"
Dave was her immediate boss. Now, I'm no oil painting, but Dave was about 25 stone, looked like Oliver Hardy, and wasn't a very nice bloke. Loud and arrogant. Many years later she admitted to me that he had approached her and asked her if she wanted the job and that maybe they could help each other out. The first time she "helped him out" was when her car was off the road and he'd offered her a lift home. He drove to a little country park on the outskirts of Heathrow Airport and she wanked him off into a tissue so he didn't get any cum on his suit trousers, and then he dropped her off at her flat. The following week she had her interview for the job, and he told her a colleague of hers was a very good candidate too. She said she invited him around to her flat on the Monday before work where he fucked her doggie style for about 2 minutes before he cum. She got the job. Even now the thought of him fucking her turns me on.
A few months rolled on and she was the talk of a lot of the warehouse guys and drivers. I took a lot of it with a pinch of salt but knew deep down that she had slept with several of them too. I plucked up the courage and asked her one Friday afternoon as I finished if she fancied a drink either that night or on the Saturday. If rumours were true, she'd fucked a few guys older and rougher than me, so didn't think I had much to lose!
She said she couldn't do that night as she had plans but could meet Saturday lunchtime for a few hours. I told her that was brilliant and that I'd pick her up, asking for her address.
Saturday lunch came and I turned up on time to find her outside her block of flats. She wore her hair up, jeans that showed off her curvy arse, knee high boots, and a blouse that was unbuttoned a couple and was showing just a hint of cleavage. She looked so hot and I think I fell totally in love with her at that point. We chatted freely and openly and she said she'd had a "couple" of boyfriends since she had split with her long term boyfriend 18 months back. I wondered if she counted the 10 or more guys at work she'd reputedly fucked! I told her I'd had no one in the year since I'd split. She asked what had happened and I told that I'd found out that my other half had been sleeping with a dad from the school and that she wanted to split. That had broken my heart but I found that I'd play with my cock thinking of him fucking my ex. Odd, I know, but it did turn me on. Same as knowing all these guys had fucked Helen and yet I went along with her saying she had a couple of boyfriends!
The lunch ended and she said she had to get back as she had plans, so I started the car to drive her home. As we drove back, she told me to turn off onto a trading estate. I said that was a dead end and was she sure. She told me to park in between two warehouses, and as soon as the handbrake was on she was kissing me. Tongue straight in. As her hands struggled to get my jeans undone, I told her that she didn't have to do it. Saying nothing, she wanked me as we kissed, and she then went down on me. I didn't last long before filling her throat. She swallowed it all. Her flat was two minutes away. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, thanked me for a nice lunch, said she'd see me on Monday, and then she was gone, fast walking to her flats. As I got to the top of her road and turned back onto the main road, I got a toot and a wave from one of the guys in the warehouse, Paul. I didn't think anymore of it until a couple of weeks later I heard him bragging to a driver that he was fucking Helen while his Mrs thought he was at football.
I saw Helen just after 9am on the Monday. She smiled and said she'd had a nice time and did i want to see her that evening. I jumped at the chance. I buzzed her flat number at 7pm and she told me to come up. She opened the door wearing a denim skirt and a tee shirt. She kissed me gently and said she hadn't made food as she guessed I would want to just head to the bedroom. I was a bit shocked by that and stuttered that I was there to see her. She laughed and said she just wanted fucking! She moved in to kiss me and was undressing me at the same time. She stepped back, lifted her tee shirt above her head and off, leaving her stood there in a plain white cotton bra. I removed my shirt and moved in and put my arms around her before feeling her amazing breasts through her bra. Her nipples hardened to my touch and showed through the material. As we kissed my hands found the button and zip of her denim skirt, undoing it, it then dropped to the floor. Helen stepped out of it and stood there in just her bra and matching white cotton knickers. She looked very innocent in her virginal white undies. Within an hour though, she was on her knees on her bed, face down in a pillow, pulling her cheeks apart and demanding that I fuck her arse. There was no innocence to be seen then. She was insatiable. A dirty, imaginative, foul mouthed slut who couldn't get enough cock off me that night. I'd never had sex like it.
