(there are a few more 'true' stories of my wife that i'd like to share before i start with my pure 'fantasy' stories, that is, if you're interested)
My wife had surprised me on the way home from a night out of drinking and dancing by saying she had made arrangements for me to watch her fuck Burt.
Burt was a friend of ours who had a wife and two kids. He had started out as our very first supplier of pot, so it was rather ironic that he became the first man that I watched having sex with my wife. Even though Kathy confessed to me that during our last time separated he had become a 'friend with benefits', my later conversations with Burt indicated it was something more than that. But more on that in my next story.
The last time I left my wife (temporarily), she had decided to not wait around and cry about it, but to go out and fuck around , as I was doing. Although I was with only one woman at the time (and it wasn't the first time, but definitely the last time I had an affair) she decided to make up for the other times I had screwed around by spreading her legs for just about any man who asked.
Joe, our good friend Jennifer's husband, was the only person she said 'no' to during this period of her revenge sex.
Since she was on birth control pills at the time, Kathy never made any of her studs use a condom when they fucked her. Since most of her 'conquests' were married, she was comfortable with not getting any diseases. Even the ones she didn't know came with one of her friends so they were all able to leave sloppy creampies in her married cunt/mouth/ass when they climaxed.
One of the reasons she became so popular as 'the Whore of Poppy St.' was her willingness to let them fuck her bareback and swallow any load that was deposited in her mouth. I don't recall any of the wives whose husband she fucked, to be a swallower.
In fact, my wife told me that Danny's wife (who's name also happened to be Kathy) would get physically sick if he made the mistake of cumming in her mouth. Which is why he probably turned to my wife for her skills.
Being beautiful didn't hurt either, and besides, what guy in his right mind wouldn't fuck a married woman who would do just about anything sexually that you wanted her to do. From fucking Burt on the hood of a car in a shopping center at night with his brother Bob watching to sucking the cum out of Danny's cock on his sofa while his wife was passed out in the bedroom to fucking her best friend's brother, Jim, on their sofa while Jennifer and Joe had gone out for the evening...yes, my slut did it all, hence, her new title. She definitely made up for all the times I screwed around...and then some!
After convincing her that there was a difference between our private, alone, one on one 'making love' time in our own bedroom and basically the pure raw pleasure of nothing but the physical act of sex with other men were two different things, she finally agreed to do it again and let me watch and participate if I wanted. She set it up with Burt for this Friday night and decided to let me pick where.
I found a room at the local adult motel that was showing a variety of XXX movies and decided that was where I first wanted to watch my wife fuck another man.
She wouldn't let me touch her all that week, so I had to wait. Wasn't easy, but there wasn't any other option and she said if I touched myself, she'd cancel Friday night! Son-of-a-bitch! C'mon Friday...
We checked into the adult hotel (can't remember the name) about an hour before Burt showed up driving his Ford econoline van. Kathy was wearing the sexy lingerie that I picked out with a garter belt, stockings and this time heels instead of boots. I had asked her to apply what I called 'street-walker make-up' and, of course, red lipstick. Not sorry, I like my whore to look the part when we're playing like this.
Right before Burt showed up, my wife, the 'Whore of Poppy St.', came up to me and asked, "If there was anything I particularly wanted to see her do with Burt?"
Instant boner guys, I'm telling you. Let the good times begin!
"Funny you should ask" I told her as I watched her empty her third rum and coke for the night, "As a matter of fact there is. At some point I'd like to see you laying on your back with your ankles on his shoulders".
Before I could make any other requests, Burt pulled into the motel parking lot. There was a special way that I'd been thinking about all week on how I wanted my wife to greet the first man to take between her legs, other than myself.
