It didn't happen overnight. I didn't wake up one morning and decide that I wanted to fuck men other than my husband. Marcus didn't declare one day that he wanted to watch other men come in my mouth. It was a slow evolution, pushing boundaries down one-by-one and moving on to more experimentation and adventures that we both consented to and enjoyed.
I was an old-fashioned wife, a virgin when I met Marcus, and he was the only man who had been inside of me until several years into our marriage. I was outwardly prudish because of my Catholic upbringing, but it was always a struggle for me to live up to those expectations. Even when I was young, you could call me "boy-crazy" or "thirsty." You couldn't call me slutty, because I rarely acted on my constant fantasies and desires. But I wanted to.
When my husband and I started dating, I had my first sexual awakening. We had an exciting and rewarding sex life, especially in the early days of marriage. The Catholic guilt dissipated, and birth control (that was one rule we both agreed we couldn't follow fully) made experimentation easier. I found that I liked things that I imagined would gross me out when I was younger. Having his cock in my mouth turned me on, and my vagina would be dripping as I teased and sucked his thick penis. Sometimes, he would finger my clit while I blew him, and I would come before he did.
The first time I let him come in my mouth was an accident. He was fingering me while I sucked his cock. I was so distracted orgasming on his fingers, I just kept sucking even as he warned me that he was about to explode. Once I got over the shock, I kept my lips latched on to his throbbing penis as he filled my mouth. I had not yet learned to swallow, but I didn't spit it out until he was finished, and I ran to the bathroom sink. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to say I love the taste of cum. But it wasn't disgusting, and it turned me on that I could make him feel so good.
I also found I loved when he came inside me.I loved feeling him explode, and then those last convulsions as a few more drops entered me. I loved the way the warmth spread. It would turn me on again hours later, when I would feel a bit of his cum dripping from my pussy. Often I would make him fuck me again. If he had left for work or fallen asleep, I would use my toys to orgasm, rubbing his cum against my clit.
When we had intercourse, I usually came first. Sometimes twice. But whenever he came first, I would play with his cum to help me orgasm. I would get him hard again, and ride him, using his own cum as lubricant. If he couldn't get hard fast enough, I would beg him to suck my tits and stick his fingers inside me while I rubbed my clit or used my Hitachi to get off. When we were done, I licked his fingers - sticky with a mix of my juices and his cum.
Once, we were on a beach vacation with two other couples. The house had an outdoor shower, with a wooden privacy wall and a small changing area with a bench. Marcus and I were up early, walking on the beach and taking a short swim. We were showering the sand off, and he took off my bikini top, rubbing my nipples. That was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled off his swimsuit and stroked his erection. I had had to have him, despite the risk of getting caught. We could hear people walking to the beach behind us, but they could only see our ankles where the privacy wall ended, about 10 inches from the ground. It turned me on, fooling around outside, just a few feet from the beach path.
Within seconds, my bikini bottoms were off and he had lifted me up and was slamming me down onto his cock. It was fast and hard, and I was so young and tight that every stroke felt like he was stretching my pussy to its limits. I put my hand over my mouth to cover my moans. He pressed my back against the wall and held me tight on a deep thrust, surprising me as I felt his warm cum spread inside of me. He nearly collapsed and had to set me down, as he moved out of the shower and sat on the bench to recover. I whimpered a disappointing "Ohhhhh," as his cock popped out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I stared at his still mostly erect penis, sticky with a mix of my fluids and his cum.
I needed release, and I put my foot on the bench over him and began fingering my engorged clit. Cum was leaking out of me, and I instinctively scooped up some with my fingers and rubbed it onto my lips and clitoris. I hovered over my husband's cock. "Just stay hard for a little longer," I begged him, sliding down so easily because I was so lubed up with our fluids. Later, my husband said he had never seen such a desperate and excited woman. I loved the feeling, and I teased him, whispering: "Do you like sloppy seconds?" I came hard after a few strokes, and as my vagina contracted, globs of cum slid down his shaft.
I thought we were done, but my husband was fully erect again. "I think I can come again," he said. He turned me around, and I bent over and put my hands on the bench. He started pushing hard as I was still orgasming. It felt so good to feel him thrusting through my convulsions. I was moaning too loudly, and he put his hand over my mouth. I bit down gently as my body quivered.
I heard the door to the house open, and footsteps. I could see a pair of women's feet just under the door, and from the perfect red nail polish, I knew it was my friend Katie. My head was nearly touching the wall, just inches away from her as Marcus was shoving his entire cock into me. "Lily are you in there?" she called.
I gathered myself, and tried to push Marcus away, but he kept fucking me from behind. In between strokes, I breathlessly responded. "Yes Katie, just showering after a quick run on the beach," I stammered, just as my husband pierced me again with his cock.
The idea of prim, little Katie just inches from me as I was getting fucked turned me on, perhaps the first time I thought about sex in public. I couldn't resist. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.
"A run? That doesn't sound like you," she said. "Where's Marcus?"
