I'm Sally and I met my husband Dave when I was 22 and he was 25. On the downside he was unreliable, a terrible timekeeper, disorganised, had a roving eye and sexually just about insatiable. On the upside he was good looking, charming, funny, sexually just about insatiable and blessed with a bigger than average cock.
At 22 I knew what an average cock was as I'd had quite a few. I went to Cardiff University having slept with six guys. I'd doubled that by the time we got to Christmas and carried on in much the same way for the rest of my time there. Some of the girls I shared the house with were a bit disgusted I think but I was quite clear in my own mind that I was going to have as good a time as I could while I was there and that the world of responsibility could start once I'd finished and gone home. Although studies came first, sex was always at the back of my mind. I didn't want to grow up like my mom who was proud to say that she had only had sex with my dad and was a virgin on her wedding night. Where would be the fun in that?
By the time I left Cardiff I thought myself pretty experienced. There were now about 50 notches on my bedpost including a few girls. I wasn't particularly attracted to them, just curious as to what it was like. Turned out it was very nice, if not as good as the real thing. One guy I was fucking quite often, a member of the rugby team, suggested a threesome with his mate so I did that a few times and loved it. One night when we had agreed to do it again, I was at his place waiting and first one then another of his mates turned up. He claimed he'd forgotten who he had invited and said he'd ask one to leave, unless I fancied all three of them? I'd had a few drinks by then, was horny as hell in anticipation of the threesome and decided that a third cock would be fine. And it was, I did a sexy (if wobbly) strip for them and was then fucked by the three hunky rugby players until dawn. It was my first double penetration that night although I'd done anal since fresher's week. During a very drunken encounter the guy fucking me pulled out and put me on my knees. I thought he was just going to do me doggy and he did for a bit before he pulled out and started rubbing my juice all over my brown hole. I was too drunk to stop him, and he soon had his cock deep in my virgin arse and was fucking it like an express train. It turned out that I loved having my arse fucked and have never refused a man access since!
I met Dave on a night out, we had some friends in common and the attraction was mutual and instant. As soon as we were introduced I had the feeling that I wouldn't be sleeping alone that night and so it proved...well, I didn't really get any sleep that night because as soon as his cock had recovered he was finding another angle to stick it into one of my holes. He was demanding, creative, intense, absorbed and relentless. I thought that it might have been because it was the first time we had fucked but to be honest it he was like that just about every time we had sex...and we had sex almost every day we were together...and when we were not together - like when he worked away- I was pretty sure that he would be looking for sex with someone else. Did I mind? Well, yes and no.
I'd like to believe that I'm a reasonably intelligent woman and to expect someone like him to change would fly in the face of everything I knew about him. So why did I marry him? Well, I guess that I loved him and was prepared to put up with what I hoped would be a dwindling infidelity for all the other things that made him special. I think I kept to that as it wasn't him chasing other women that broke us up, it was the chaos that he liked to surround himself with, the fact that he really didn't seem to know what he was supposed to be doing from one hour to the next that I couldn't live with. He lost jobs, failed to pay bills, was late for every meal and eventually seemed to act like a horny teenager all the time. It started as being endearing but eventually I just got bored with having to be his nursemaid.
The sex was amazing though. About a month after we met, we moved into a rented flat together and I began to get an idea of just how much sex he wanted/needed. I'd get home from work and change into something more comfortable like a tracksuit. The first thing he would do would be to check if I was wearing a bra and if I was, he would have it undone in an instant. If I wasn't, he would have his hands glued to my 36C tits every time I was standing still. If I had a skirt on my knickers would soon be sliding down my legs and his fingers would be sliding up my pussy. The flat had rented furniture and I think by the time we left it was only good to be thrown out. The sofa had a patch that had lost most of its colour due to me trying to clean our fluids off it, I was fucked on it so often. In fact, I was fucked in every room inside the first week. As we were three floors up, we didn't bother with the curtains most of the time and it took a while before I noticed that the people in the flat opposite were watching. He thought it was great, loved the idea of being a porn star and couldn't understand why I was less keen about the people we saw in the pub watching him fucking me every night. Typical Dave.
Eventually we got our own house, settled down together and tried to make the rest of our lives work as well as our sex life did. For all his many failings, the one constant was his cock. I was addicted to it. I loved to suck him, taking ages to enjoy the feeling of his big knob filling my mouth as I wanked his thick shaft until he filled my mouth with his salty spunk. I loved him to fuck my tits and then cum all over my face, the smell of his spunk turning me on even more. At first his size meant that he had to ease his way into my pussy and my arse but as I was getting fucked every night - and more on weekends - he was soon able to slip in easily. He wasn't the only one either.
Once we had started swapping tales of our past it was inevitable that he wanted to share me with other men. I didn't put up much of an objection, I'd enjoyed threesomes in the past and sex was something that dominated our lives. He also made it very clear that as far as he was concerned, I could fuck any man I wanted to. Far from being jealous he said that the thought of me with other men turned him on. I wasn't sure that he was serious so tested the water by going home with another guy after a night out with the girls. It was a quick shag and I was back home by midnight. He guessed that something had happened, and I was soon riding his cock as I told him, in detail, what had happened. He loved it and said that he could not wait to be there when I was with another guy.
That was how I ended up in a room at the Premier Inn Birmingham wearing nothing but high heels, hold up stockings, a black silk robe and too much make up one Saturday night. We had chosen our stud from a dozen that contacted us after advertising for someone to fuck me and this one, Gerry, seemed to be the best. Said he had done it before, had a decent sized cock, could hold a conversation on the telephone and didn't live too far away. I waited in the room while Dave went downstairs to meet him. If he wasn't what we were expecting he would send him packing, if not he would bring him up. He had taken a couple of pics of me in my robe in the room to prove I was there and after about half an hour my phone bleeped and there was a pic of Dave and Gerry in the bar with the words 'see you in 10'. I was freshly shaved and waxed; Dave hadn't fucked me on Friday (although he made me suck him off) so my pussy was dripping. I had put on a tiny lace G-string initially, but it was soon soaked so I had to take it off. I needed sex!
They came up and we made some awkward introductions. Gerry seemed fine; a bit nervous but exactly as I'd imagined him to be. We had some wine and beer, so he sat in one of the chairs, Dave in another and I sat on the bed while we had a drink and chatted. Gerry kept staring at my legs and my cleavage, looking away when I caught him. At one point we started talking about the weather and our favourite TV programmes. Jesus Christ, this bloke had come here to fuck me while Dave watched, at this rate it would be midnight before we got started! That's when I decided to move things along a bit quicker.
I stood up and said I was going to the loo. Once inside I took off my robe, gave myself a few more sprays of perfume and walked out in just my heels and stockings. There was a stunned silence. I cupped my tits, rubbing my thumbs over my huge nipples, feeling the shiver all the way down to my clit as I did so. Leaning towards him I said
"What do you think about my tits Gerry, do you like them? Do you want to suck them? Do you want to fuck them?"
He just groaned and put his drink down on the floor, reaching towards me. I turned and stuck my arse in his face.