As I explained in my first story "Dirty Girl" my wife, April, had been wildly promiscuous before we began dating. April estimates that she had sex with something like two-hundred men before we met, and that she had sucked off dozens of others. I realize now that even early in our relationship, her promiscuous past was a huge turn-on for me, I just wasn't ready, or willing to admit it to myself back then.
One night early in our relationship, April slept with my roommate after a night of drinking. When I found out the next morning, I knew that I should break up with her, but I just couldn't do it. Strangely enough, I found myself more aroused than angry. After all, I was fully aware that she was ridiculously easy, especially after a few too many drinks – and I had left her alone with him.
Ultimately, I forgave her for cheating on me, and not long after, we were fucking on the same couch that my roommate, Chris had just fucked her on a few hours earlier.
I would never have owned up to it then, but it was the hottest sex that I'd ever had up until that point of my life. The sight, smell and feel of pumping April's sloppy-second pussy was beyond description. My excited prick shot off like a cannon inside of her steamy cunt in less than two minutes.
I had mixed emotions about what had happened that morning for a while, but several months later I was fantasizing about her with other guys all the time. With my encouragement, April began to tell me stories of her many one-night-stands, guys with big cocks, and wild parties where she would take on more than one guy at a time.
Eventually, April's torrid tales turned me on so much I found myself practically begging her to fuck other guys. I wanted sloppy-seconds again. I wanted that inimitable feeling of plunging my cock in and out of her swollen, well-used cunt right after another man has had her.
I never would have thought that I'd be one of those guys that allow their woman to sleep around. Stereotypically, those men are meek, little men with Coke-bottle glasses and small dicks. I am nothing like that, I am confident, above average in looks, I have a nice build, and a big cock. For reasons I can't explain, I just wanted her to be a slut in the worst way.
Looking back now, It wasn't all that hard to persuade April into doing other men. Because of her promiscuous past, parting her thighs for strangers was almost second nature. She did it easily, and without guilt. The first time it happened, was a week before our wedding on her bachelorette party.
She met a guy named Brian at the bar, and after some drinks and dirty dancing she snuck out with him, leaving her friends and two sisters wondering what had happened to her.
They went straight to his place, and once there, he fucked my slutty Fiancé repeatedly, coming inside of her half a dozen times.
When she got home the next day and told me where she had been, I was so turned on that I went down on her, and cleaned up her wayward cunt with my tongue. The smell and taste of another guy's semen in her pussy made my dick harder than it had ever been before. April gasped out all of the steamy details while I ate her out, and then took my turn fucking her soupy snatch.
April promised that she would spread her legs for lots of guys after we were married, and less than two weeks after saying her wedding vows, my new wife broke them with a co-worker named Terrence. She fucked him in the front seat of his car, riding his big cock until she felt it spurting deep inside of her.
I was in bed when she got home. April came into our room and told me that she had been a very bad girl. She then raised her skirt, shed her thong panties and straddled my face, just as she had straddled Terrences' cock only a few minutes earlier.
April ground her slick pussy on my mouth as she told me all about fucking Terrence, and then she rode her second cock of the night to ejaculation inside of her messy snatch.
Plenty of other men follwed Terrence. In fact, about half the time my wife goes out with her friends, she winds up doing some guy. I am getting sloppy-seconds about once a month and I love it. Strange as it may sound, whenever April committs adultry, it seems to bring us closer togther and feel more in love than ever before.
I find nothing sexier than my wife after she's been with another man. I love it when she comes home smelling of booze, sweat and sex. I enjoy listening to her describe her recent sexual activities while I go down on her randy pussy and slurp up the creamy evidence of her debauchery. When I finally add my discharge of semen to her steamy cunt, it is with such force that I am left dizzy and depleted afterwards.
I believe that the reason that I come so hard when I get sloppy-seconds from April, is at least partialy instinctual. It makes sense to me, that if a man believes his spouse has an additional suitor's semen in her vagina, he will ejaculate more intensely and with more quantity, in an attempt to out-number the others sperm. I have fucked my wife shortly after she's had unprotected sex with several dozen other men, and I always come much harder when her pussy is brimming with another's spunk.
I've had April after she's slept with co-workers, strangers, ex-boyfriends, married guys, black guys, and one semi-famous rockstar. Of course we both have our favorites, April's was the rockstar, so was mine, until a couple of months after our fourth wedding anniversary.
It was a Saturday night. April phoned from work to say that she was invited over to a friends house for a birthday party. She said that she did not want to go, but her friends insisted that she at least make an appearance. Because it was supposed to be a "girls only" party, April vowed that she would be home early.
"Go ahead, have a good time." I said. If she went out for a while I could watch the rest of the college football game on tv without interuption. It was a win-win for me.
"Okay, I'll be home around midnight." She said, but then added in a hushed voice, "Then we can talk about how naughty I was last night!" With that last statement she giggled and hung up.
My pants grew tighter at the mention of what happened Friday night. All of a sudden I was no longer so interested in the football game. April had gone out clubbing with the girls the previous night, and as usual, it was just after six a.m. when she finally sauntered through our bedroom door.
"Sorry I'm home so late." She said peeling off her bar clothes. "But I just fucked some guy I met at the bar."
"Who was it?" I asked, desperate to know. I had been lying in bed awake for the last two hours waiting for her to come home, and like always it was pure torture.
"I don't know." She replied, climbing into bed. "I think he said his name was Jeff."
April straddled me, and guided my already stiff dick into her wet pussy. She told me that he had bought her a shooter, introduced himself, and less than half an hour later they were fucking at his place.
I groaned with approval. I love it when my wife is ridiculously easy for other men.
"Did he have a big cock?" I asked, grabbing her ass and pumping her harder.
"Yeah he did. I just loved sucking it. He said I gave the best head that he's ever had."
I groaned again. April likes to tease me about sucking her lovers dicks. It's something she often does for them, but rarely for me. Deep down she knows I love it, she can tell by how passionately I kiss her after she's done it.
"Do you want me to show you exactly how I sucked him?" She asked knowingly as she eased herself off of my cock.
She began by kissing and licking my shaft and my balls before finally taking me into her hot mouth. After deep-throating it a couple of times she began to suck on the top half while jerking the base with a sort of twisting motion.
April had a reputation for giving great head back in high-school and it was something that she had perfected over the years. This was a new technique though, and it didn't take very long before I was ready to come. Just as I was about to bust my nut into her mouth she stoped and rolled onto her back. Parting her thighs I got between them as she guided my excited prick into her sex.
"That felt so good, April!" I gasped plunging my cock in and out of her.
"Mmm... thanks, I saw it done on a porno."
"So where did he come?" I asked, noticing the lack of semen in her pussy.
"Right here." Said my wife squeezing her tits together.
In the dim morning light I could see splatter marks of dried spunk all over her full breasts.
"And here." She said, pulling my head down and kissing me hard with her sticky lips.
That did it for me. I cried out into her mouth as my semen flooded her pussy.
Thinking about my wife's most recent dalliance made me want to stay up and wait for her to get home. Time passed, and twelve o'clock came and went. By two a.m., I decided to try and get some sleep. I dozed off for a wile only to wake again at five, April had still not made it home. My heart began to beat harder in my chest and I felt that familiar feeling of uneasiness that I always get when I know April is with another man.
I tossed and turned in bed. I tried desperately not to think about what April was probably up to for the second night in a row, but it was no use. My cock throbbed with anticipation. I knew that any minute now, I'd be sticking it into my wife's freshly-fucked pussy.
By seven I gave up trying to get any sleep. I had just got out of bed and put on a pair of pants when I heard a rumbling outside. I quickly looked out the window to see my wife getting out of a Dodge Charger. As the car pulled away April practicaly danced up to the house. I met her as she opened the door.
"Oh my god, baby!" she exclaimed. "I just saw the biggest cock of my entire life! It barely fit in my mouth!"
"Did it fit in your pussy?" I asked, unable to hide the unevenness in my voice.
"Why don't you go down on me and find out." She challenged.
