I don't know how I ended up with a sexy redhead like Tara, but I'm not complaining. I also liked the fact that she was quite promiscuous before we met. After turning eighteen Tara moved to Los Angeles to escape her small town. For five years Tara worked up and down the West Coast as an exotic dancer and escort. She hosted wild sex orgies and loved gang-bangs she'd say.
When we got married Tara was twenty-four and I was twenty-seven. I told her that I didn't care how many men she'd slept with. I loved her all the more because she trusted me enough to tell me all the sorted details. I told Tara how much it turned me on to think of her fucking hundreds of men before we met. From time to time I asked Tara if she still had a desire for strange cock in her talented honeypot. But she insisted that her days of debauchery were over. Tara just wanted me, she'd say. Night after night she'd fuck my lights out, but I was a little disappointed not to have experienced her old slutty lifestyle.
Several years ago, after I got out of the military I moved to Houston, where I undertook eighteen weeks of intense commercial dive training. Some of the twenty or so men in the class were married like me, but most were young and single. Most of us lived in the same apartment complex, having beer parties every Friday night around the pool or in someone's apartment. My five-six, hundred-twenty-five pound sexpot of a wife flirted shamelessly. She never wore a bra around the apartment complex to show off her beautiful 36D tits with their large protruding nipples.
Our sex life changed after I took a part-time job as a DJ at a strip club a few blocks from our home. I'd spun disks before, on radio and at a few dance clubs, so when I found out about this job, I jumped at it.
I put on the music for the strippers a few evenings a week, but mostly Saturday and Sunday afternoons. At first Tara would drop me off at the club and pick me up when my shift finished. Then Tara started coming to get me earlier and earlier, hanging around making friends with most of the dancers. Before I knew it Tara was up onstage, shaking her bare tits at the drunk and horny men.
Tara shaved her pussy for her strip-club gig. I liked her being at the club dancing while I spun disks. I knew that she'd danced before we met; now I got a chance to see her in action. I loved how horny Tara got, dancing for the leering men. After a while she started doing lap dances between sets. It turned me on to hear that Tara got a guy to cum in his pants.
I encouraged the guys in my dive class to come see Tara dance. I was proud to have them hover around her, filling her garter with dollars and trying to fondle her while she danced on their laps. The guys also made every excuse in the book to visit our apartment, to study or whatever -- but really to stare at Tara and undress her with their eyes.
We'd been married for almost three years, during which I don't think Tara fooled around more than a few times. However, after she started dancing, one night during some hot sex I asked her again if she wasn't sure that she didn't crave some strange cock. With a hot kiss Tara admitted that she wanted to gang-bang my entire dive class. Would it turn me on, she wondered, to watch her take them all on? I couldn't believe how excited I got.
I kissed Tara, my rock hard cock pumping wildly in and out of her sopping wet honeypot with passion and lust. "Go for it honey," I moaned. "Yeah, you bet I want to watch you fuck my buddies, and I want to lick your exhausted pussy clean afterwards." With that I pumped my creamy load deep inside her very talented love hole.
We planned the gang-bang for our graduation party, which would be my classmates' last get-together after we were certified as commercial divers and underwater construction workers. I put out the word that my hot wife wanted to gang-band every man in the class.
No one was looking forward to the party more than Tara. She constantly had a far-off, horny look, and was always rubbing her crotch. Once she asked worriedly if I had second thoughts. I said that if she got this much pleasure from just thinking about fucking twenty guys, I was happy to provide them. (Tara's on the pill, so we didn't have to worry about pregnancy.)