My wife is a slut. Don't feel sorry for me, I love it. Let me tell you our story.
Her name is Marty. She is a beautiful woman. She stands 5'11 inches tall, weighs 160# and has long shapely legs. Her breasts are not what you might call huge but they are firm, perky. Her little bud-like nipples are almost always erect and very visible under whatever she is wearing. Her thick hair is auburn and hangs to her waist. What really gets your attention about Marty is her sparkling green eyes though. They capture your attention immediately.
We had only been married a year when it dawned on me that I was not the only man Marty wanted. I know she loves me and I love her more than anything in this world. I also know that it turns me on to see her flirt, to watch her as she wraps men (and women too) around her little finger.
When this first came to light we talked about it. Marty hadn't been unfaithful to me yet she wanted more. It was a blow to my ego at first. But, realistically thinking, I had to agree that she was not going to be satisfied with just me and I wanted her so badly. And I had to be honest with myself. I had fantasized about seeing Marty with other people, dreamed of seeing her being fucked by another man. I just never dreamed how our lives would turn out because of this.
We agreed that Marty was going to pursue this avenue but only when I was there or if I wasn't, she would inform me of the minute by minute details. Somehow, that made me feel like I had some control. The whole idea made me hard. I had never known anyone as sexual as Marty is. She is an aggressive love maker, totally uninhibited.
I came home from work about 6 o'clock one evening. Marty was waiting for me outside. She ran over to the car just as I was getting out. How was your day Sweetie?...she asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I always felt like a king when she greeted me that way. I told her about my day at work but I could tell she had something else on her mind. She took my hand and lead me inside. She had made a delicious dinner, complete with wine and candlelight. Along with everything else about Marty, she was a fantastic cook. I ate lasagna until I thought I was going to explode. I waited for whatever it was Marty had in store for me as I knew it had to be something. The last time this happened I found out about a fender-bender that happened while she was at the grocery store!
Honey...she began...the guy came over to fix our computer today. Yes...I replied. I remembered calling him and setting up an appointment to upgrade my system. How did it go?...I asked. Wonderful...Marty replied as she looked in my eyes. Without warning or reason, my dick began to get hard. Somehow I knew the computer guy had worked on more than my system. Baby...I said...do you have something you want to tell me?
Marty practically gushed as she began her story...He came to the door, introduced himself to me and said he was going to work on your computer. His name was John and he was so cute. He was extremely polite as I took him back the hall to the office. I showed him your computer and he started working on it immediately. I left him alone and went out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I sat there thinking about him and I started to get horny. Just the thought of fucking another man and one that was so good looking, made me wet. I knew you wanted to be here but I just couldn't wait.
I began to get upset, jealous, angry. I wanted to throw something, I wanted to call her a whore, a slut, a bitch. I wanted to cry. My beautiful wife had fucked another man. But I let her continue. She seemed so vibrant as she related her story to me.
John had been working on the computer for just a short while when I poked my head in the door to ask if he'd like some coffee. He turned to me and said he would, with just a little sugar. His smile was unique, almost alluring. His short brown hair was wavy, combed straight back, just past his collar in the back. I wanted to run my fingers through it. I quickly turned and went to get his coffee. When I returned with the steaming cup in my hand, he was standing, bent over the computer and I saw his nice little ass for the first time. Surrounded by tight jeans, it was a perfect specimen, so firm, so round. I cleared my throat letting him know I was there. He straightened up and turned to me. When he took his coffee, our hands touched, just long enough for me to feel a tingle, a warmth.
I sat down in the chair to watch him work. He was talking under his breath as he worked...um, let's see, yes, this is what I was looking for. And this goes there. Now where did I put that? I giggled . Suddenly he realized what he had been doing. Sorry...he said...I work alone so much, I have to keep myself company. He worked and I watched. When he finished, he sat down in front of the computer and said...Would you mind letting me show you some things before I go. Then if your husband has any questions, he can call me anytime. If I can't answer his questions on the phone, I can come back over and show him whatever it is he needs to know.
I stood beside him, listening as intently as I could although I knew nothing about computers. I leaned closer to him, smelling his aftershave, touching his shoulder. He looked up at me, awkward and uncomfortable. He began to stutter somewhat as he said...Wwwhen might I expect a ccall from your hhhusband?
