CH 3
We'd only been home from our quickie wedding a few days when Denny asked how soon I would be going out to fuck. I thought it was adorable the way he needed me to be a slut.
Fuck buddy, Larry, had just been busted selling pounds of weed to an undercover cop and was not available. Eddie, another favorite, had run off and got married. Lamont, a black guy I fucked as often as I could, had disappeared. His cell number no longer worked. I had a new husband lusting for used pussy and no one to fill it for him.
I know this sounds conceited, but with my looks getting picked up in a bar was no problem. However, we agreed that it wasn't good to bring a new fuck to our home till I'd fucked him a few times and trusted him. Often a guy would have lame excuses for why we couldn't go to his place; some of them could have been married or in a relationship. A place to fuck was an issue for the time being.
I used to suck guys off in my car when it wasn't convenient to fuck. I loved showing off my talents to a new guy and letting the guy see how much I loved drinking jizz, but unlike when single, my new goal was to bring the proof of my dirty deeds back to my thirsty husband. He loved when I had another man's sperm on my breath, but I needed to feed him used pussy to keep him excited about letting me be a slut.
Several weeks went by without bringing Denny a creampie. I just wasn't at the right place and time to get hit on, or the guy that did didn't appeal to me, or we didn't have a good place to do the deed.
A couple times I blew guys and then gave them my phone number and told them if a guy answers just ask for me. I only did this if I had a really positive impression of the guy. There was a certain balance of dominance and respect that is hard to describe. I like when a guy talks really dirty to me, calling me filthy names, but also expresses his appreciation for the opportunity to have sex with me.
In my new married life it was always the case that I mentioned a very understanding husband who liked it when I got what I wanted. If a guy didn't flinch at hearing I had a husband, he got my phone number. I loved when a guy told me how lucky my husband was.
I had decided to leave my cell phone lying around the house and I had instructed Denny to answer it if it buzzed. Even if I was closer to the phone I would ask him to answer it for me. However, the phone wasn't ringing and I needed to fuck a robust cock something awful.
I thought of a solution. Instead of taking my small car to go out cock hunting I took Denny's truck. It had a huge bench seat and when adjusted back as far as it would go there was plenty of room for fucking.
It was Wednesday night and I couldn't wait for the weekend. I needed a sure thing, so I went to a bar frequented by Mexicans. They loved blonds and I knew that wearing a wedding ring would make me more, not less, appealing to them. I'd gotten lucky there in my single days.
Less than an hour from arriving I was spread legged on the seat getting what I needed. After the guy squirted his sperm in me he asked if I wanted to do some of his friends and I'm sure you can guess what I said. Three friends later, and in a euphoric state, I was headed home to Denny. I hoped he wouldn't mind the huge wet spot on the seat of his truck or that his cab now smelled like a whorehouse.
Denny heard his truck pull up and greeted me at the front door. He was naked and very erect. He could tell by my smile that I had been fucked. After shutting the door behind me his hand shot under my dress. He couldn't wait to feel my jizzy pussy and when he felt how saturated my panties were he said, "Oh my god. There's no way that's one load."
"Four, to be exact, from four different guys."
He jumped to the floor to let me know how eager he was to taste me. I didn't bother taking my panties off because there was a wealth of sperm there waiting for Denny's mouth.
I sat facing him so I could look down and admire his eagerness. That excited me. He wrapped his arms up around my thighs and pulled me down hard to his mouth. "I worked real hard to get those panties filled for you, Baby. Suck them real good for me." I loved feeling and hearing him work me over down there. He licked and sucked and slurped and I couldn't wait to tell my cuckoldress friend, Cindy, about it. I let him have at my panties for a bit then did the three finger routine again with my panties pulled to the side.
He made a variety of slurping noises as he gorged himself on the cum flowing out of me. He was clearly as hungry for cum as me. "Is that good, Baby," I asked.
"So good," was all he had time to say, and I didn't want to further disturb the enjoyment of what was becoming his favorite delicacy.
I felt cum shoot onto my back as he came just from eating my creampie. I made him lick it off then said, "Let's go to bed so I can relax and tell you all about it." As we walked to the bedroom, I said, "By the way, if any guys call for me don't ask who's calling or anything, just let me know I have a call. And I always want you to answer the phone," I told him. I knew his little pee-pee would rise to the occasion anytime a male voice asked for me.
Once we settled in, sitting up against the head board, his first question was, "How big were they."
Guys are fixated on size, but I guess it's because somewhere along the line they figure out how special big cocks are to women who love sex. "They were all bigger than you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"I love you so much. That's what I want for you, cocks bigger than mine."
I felt emboldened by what I'd been reading. By that time I had found Literotica. A recurring theme among cuckold porn was the husband's need for humiliation. "You're the sweetest man alive," I said, "even if your dick is the smallest I've ever had. It's still cute." I imagined how humiliating it was to have a woman tell you your dick was small but cute.
"So they were all bigger than me?" he asked, obviously seeking more humiliating comments from me.
"Just be quiet now and I'll give you the details. The first guy was thicker than you, of course, but only a couple of inches longer. The next guy was so thick I was glad he hadn't gone first. I needed the lubrication from the first guy's load."
"How thick was he," he predictably asked.
"At least twice as thick as you. I only got one orgasm from the first guy, but the thickness of the second guy had me cumming as soon as he had all eight or more inches buried in my cunt. I lost track of my orgasms with number two. All I could think was how lucky I am to have you for a caring husband that understands my needs."
"I don't just understand your needs, I love them," he said. "Your needs make you a very exciting woman."
"That's so sweet. Number three," I continued, "wasn't as thick or long as number two, but thicker and longer than you, of course. What I liked about him was how he talked to me. He was the first to notice my wedding ring. 'Your husband must have a small cock,' he said. I told him it was very small and he laughed; so did his friends who were watching. 'And I assume he knows he's married to a dirty slut.' I started cumming from the dirty talk, which sent him over the edge. He bottomed out when he came and I could feel it squirting against my cervix. It was so hot, literally and figuratively. He pulled out and told me to lick it clean. Of course, I did."
