I've always been turned on by stories of my wife, April screwing other men. Before we met she had been wildly promiscuous having slept with close to 200 guys. Often we would spend entire weekends in bed as April would reiterate tales from her shameless past. Her stories had me so aroused that even months before we were married I actually declared that she had my permission to fuck other guys, so long as she came home afterward and let me have their sloppy seconds.
Because April had been so promiscuous, it was easy for her to overlook the fact that we were engaged at the time, and simply spread her legs for other men. The first time she did it was on her bachelorette party when she hooked up with a guy named Brian at the bar. April didn't get home until well after 10 am the next day and as soon as she walked through the door I could tell that she had been laid.
Now, April and I had both agreed that it was redundant for her to fuck other guys if their pricks were covered with rubber. April has never liked the feel of condoms, and she'd once told me that by the time she'd turned 21, so many guys had cum inside of her that she simply assumed that she couldn't have babies. For me, I absolutely loved the thought of sliding my tongue, and then my cock into her swollen, freshly-fucked pussy, full of another man's cum.
Sure enough, April did not disappoint me in the least. One of the first things she did when she walked through the door that particular morning was to point to her crotch and say "I've got something in here for you, baby!"
A minute later we were in the bedroom. She stripped and then laid down on the edge of the bed. I knelt on the floor between her spread legs with my face only about a foot away from her sticky snatch.
I was so overcome by the sight and smell of my fiancé's hot pussy that I had to eat her out.
I'll never forget how deeply aroused I was at that moment, lapping some other guy's spunk out of April's gash while she gasped out all of the steamy details of her recent sexual activities.
Throughout the entire day I found it impossible to keep my hands off of her. Knowing that she'd so recently had another guy's spurting cock inside of her had my prick (and my tongue) hard all day. The sex we had was so good; April promised that she'd fuck lots of other guys after we were married.
True to her word, less than two weeks after we said our wedding vows April did one of her co-workers in the front seat of his car. According to April, Terrance had a "nice cock" (which meant it was big) and he was convenient (he had a serious girlfriend, so it was very unlikely that he would tell anyone that he screwed my wife.) As it turns out, April and Terrence hooked up once or twice a month for the next few months before he moved to another city.
It was always really hot when April slept with Terrence, but one of the most memorable times she was with another guy happened when we'd been married for just over 3 months.
My wife has a very good taste in music. As a matter of fact, part of why I fell in love with her was because she was not your typical "pop music" loving female. April prefers bands like Pearl Jam, Led Zepplin and Bob Marley to name a few. When we heard that one of our favorite bands was playing their last show together April made sure that we had tickets before they sold out.
It was quite warm outside the night of the rock show, and April had dressed in a very skimpy pair of cut-off shorts and a tight tank-top. It was mid-summer and April's outfit showed a lot of smooth, tanned skin. April has a dynamite body, so I was not surprised at how many heads she turned. We had just got a couple of beers and found a spot about twenty feet from the stage when the band made their appearance.
Now these guys aren't exactly U2 or anything. You won't hear their music on any radio station that I know of, but they are quite talented. This band has a large fan base in Canada and parts of the United States so it's not like they're a bunch of hacks, I just think that they would rather have nothing to do with mainstream.
Anyway, April and I drank beer and enjoyed the show for about ten songs. Then my wife turned to me and said that she wanted to get closer to the stage. I nodded and we began making our way through the crowd of people. Just then the band broke into one of their most popular songs and there was a sudden rush of fans onto the floor. Suddenly, April and I were separated. I tried to get to her but it was no use. There were just too many people.
I had made my way to the foot of the stage but on the far right. April did too, but about thirty feet to my left. She was standing directly in front of the bass player.
Now the bass player in this band is considered by all females to be very good-looking. There wasn't a single woman in that place that wouldn't have done just about anything to sleep with him -- including my wife.
I felt my stomach turn as I realized that she had let go of my hand on purpose. She had deliberately let go so she could be closer to this guy without me cramping her style.
As the rock show continued they were making eye contact the whole time. I knew that from his vantage point the bass player had a great view down my wife's tank-top.
I had a tough time concentrating on the music while my wife stood thirty feet away, attempting to seduce some rock and roll stud.
I couldn't figure out why it bothered me so much. Like I said, April and I had been married for three months at this time, and she'd already been with two other guys -- both with my knowledge and approval. This was different though. This guy was too good-looking and too desirable. He was too much of a threat to my man-hood.
For the rest of the concert, including the encore, my wife and the bass player looked like they were about to jump each other right in front of everyone. After the band pounded through their last song, the crowd began to disperse. I stood near the back and waited for April, but she was busy talking to the bass player.
They talked for a long time and just as I was about to go over and retrieve my wife, when she turned and came towards me.
April was positively glowing. "Guess what, baby! Corey (not his real name) invited me to go back-stage and party with him!"
"That's nice." I said sarcastically.
"I can't believe he picked me! This is so awesome!"
"You're not actually going to go are you?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" She said, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Cause he wants to fuck you."
"Of course he does! I thought you wanted me to fuck other guys!" she said, loud enough for the people around us to hear.
"April! Keep your voice down!" I snapped, noticing the criticizing looks we were getting.
"Look," she said, with less volume, "Corey could have chosen any girl here tonight and he chose me. If he wants to fuck me, then I'd be insane not to do it. It was your idea for me to sleep around in the first place, now you're going to have to deal with the consequences. Look, Greg, I'm sorry, but I'm going back-stage, I'll see you at home later."
With that my wife left me and went with Corey. I can't remember ever feeling so humiliated. Ignoring the looks from some of the people that overheard us, I left immediately and drove home.
I was shaking with anger for over an hour. There was no way that I was going to fall asleep knowing where my groupie, slut for a wife was. I paced around our house for some time before finally going to bed. As I laid there, images of April sucking and fucking that rock star began to flood my mind. Although I was still upset with my disobedient wife, I began to get hard. I tossed and turned, I tried to sleep, but the more I pictured them together the more aroused I became.
It was just after five a.m. when a cab finally pulled into our driveway. I looked out the window and saw my wife getting out. As she stumbled into the house I turned on the bedside lamp.
