I Married a Nympho
It all started several months ago. Paula, my wife, had gotten home from work before me, as usual, and had begun preparing a salad to go with the steaks we were having for dinner. When I walked into the kitchen from the garage, she was leaning on the island, propped on one elbow, and was pushing a cucumber up her pussy with her other hand.
She looked up at me with her eyes half-closed from the pleasure she was giving herself, and said, “Hi, baby! I kinda got distracted while I was washing the cucumber. How about you come over here and let me suck your cock while I fuck my pussy?”
When you’re married to a certified nymphomaniac, not too much surprises you, sexually, and I had my dick pulled out through my fly as I approached her. She squatted down, still holding the fat veggie stuffed up her cunt, and took all of my flaccid-for-the-moment cock in her mouth.
Thirty seconds later, she had sucked me to full hardness, and then, letting my pecker slip from between her lips, she looked up, and said, “Fuck my mouth, baby! Hold my head and shove your hard cock right down my throat!”
I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and stepped forward, pushing my boner down her esophagus and mashing her nose into my fly. I rocked my hips side to side, making sure my dick was buried as deep down her throat as it would go, and enjoying the tight grip that it had on me.
When I finally pulled my cock all the way out of her mouth, her spit was running down her chin, and she looked up, and said, “Oh, fuck, baby! I am so horny right now! Fuck my face! Pound your cock into my mouth and make me fucking cum!”
As I began rocking my hips, fucking the mouth—and throat—that I knew and loved, Paula slowly pushed the entire cucumber up her cunt, and held it there.
As she ground her fingers against her clit, she let out a little whine and then held her head forward, with the entire length of my cock embedded down her throat. Her whole body then tensed up and I could actually hear the pussy-juice escaping her cunt around the fat green vegetable that filled it.
When her orgasm finally tapered off, she used her cunt muscles to push the organic dildo from her pussy, and she pulled her mouth off my cock. She wrapped her arms around my ass, and hugged her head to my belly as she caught her breath.
Finally, she looked up at me with a big smile, and said, “Thanks, baby! I really needed that!”
Taking her head gently between my hands, I helped her to her feet, and kissed passionately. When we broke, I said, “Glad I could be of assistance.”
Lightly stroking my dick as it hung out through my fly, she asked, “You want me to take care of this?”
“How about after dinner?” I said. “I am really starving.”
She cut up some tomatoes, and then I watched her slice the cucumber without even washing her pussy-juice from it. It would give the salad an interesting flavor—one that we had enjoyed more than once.
I took the steaks outside to throw them on the grill, and a few minutes later, she came out and wrapping her arms around me from behind, she hugged me tight, and said, “I love you so much, baby!”
I twisted my head around to get a kiss, and as I poked at the steaks to get them to sizzle, I said, “So, what had your pussy so on fire that you needed to fuck the salad?”
“A new customer at work,” she answered.
“Did he come on to you?” I asked as I flipped a steak.
“No,” she said. “He was just there. Tall, nice looking, quick smile. He just triggered something, and my pussy was wet through the whole meeting. I took my panties off afterward, and I had a finger diddling my pussy-lips most of the way home. I tried to wait for you, but when I started stroking that cucumber to wash it … well, that’s about when you walked in.”
***
I should probably step back here, and explain what it’s like to be married to a certified nymphomaniac.
I use the word “certified” because Paula actually was diagnosed with hypersexuality disorder by a psychiatrist when she was eighteen.
Two weeks before graduation from high school, she had gotten caught in the boys’ locker room naked, and giving half a dozen of the guys from the football, basketball, and swim teams blowjobs. (She always was a great fan of sports.)
To keep her from getting expelled and to allow her to graduate, her folks took her to a shrink who concluded that she suffered from hypersexuality disorder. (The diagnosis was partially based on the fact that she offered to demonstrate on him what she was doing to the boys in the shower.)
Because her actions were the result of “an addictive mental condition over which she has no control” the school board had to back down.
Fast forward six or seven years, during which time Paula had honed her condition to a fine art. She even managed to graduate college with straight A’s by providing sexual favors to a number of professors … male and female.
I met her in a jazz bar, and I thought I was at the top of my game that night, hitting on this stunning chick, and getting her to come back to my place with me. Turns out the only way I could have missed getting laid that night would have been if I was wearing a t-shirt that read, “Hello! I’m impotent!”
We dated frequently for the next year, but our relationship kind of progressed backwards from normal. Typically a guy has to wine and dine a woman for a while before she finally puts outs out for him, but Paula and I fucked our brains out on the first date (and second, and third), but then began to enjoy a nice dinner and conversation before ending up in the sack.
I knew she was dating other guys during that year—and by dating, I mean fucking—because she would tell me about them, usually over dinner, as a sort of perverse foreplay. It was rare that I didn’t have a big wet spot in my pants by the time we left the restaurant. It’s why I always wore dark slacks.
Now, a little about me. The term “satyriasis” is the term applied to men with hypersexuality, which, of course, is much more acceptable sounding than “pervert.” Personally, I prefer “sex-addict” if a label need be worn, however.
Ever since I learned how to masturbate, that orgasm-driven endorphin-rush has ruled my life. My unbridled sex-drive has gotten me laid countless times, but it’s also gotten my face slapped more than once. It also caused most of the women I dated to eventually break up with me because I had to answer yes to their question, “Is sex all you ever think about?”
That’s why Paula and I fit so well together. The initial attraction was mutually-insatiable sex, but over time, we truly did fall in love with each other.
A week before our wedding, she told me that for her bachelorette party she and her girlfriends were going out for a last night of wild fucking and sucking, after which she promised to be completely monogamous. And except for giving my best man a blowjob shortly before the wedding ceremony, she has been faithful for just over four years now.
***
Later that night, after our steaks and salad, I had my cock shoved deep in her ass while she rammed a fat rubber dick up her cunt, and she sucked on another of her boner-shaped dildos.
She came at least four times before I was nearing my orgasm, and when she heard my familiar grunts and groans, she quickly told me, “Jerk off in my face, baby! Blow your hot cum all over me and then share it with me!”
I pulled out of her tight little asshole, and stood up on the bed. She scrambled to her knees—the rubber dick still shoved up her cunt—and put her face in front of my cock as I pounded away on it.
The first shot of my thick jism went into her open mouth, but then I painted her pretty face with string after string of hot cum.
When I finally reached the end of my orgasm and she had lapped the last drop from my dick-head, she hauled me down to her level, and kissed me hard, shoving my cum into my mouth. With open mouths and twisting tongues, we shared my splooge, after which I went about cleaning her face with my lips and tongue and sharing that with her, as well.
While I was sucking her face and swapping my cum, she was hammering the big rubber cock up her cunt, and she came, yet again.
As we lay there in the afterglow, Paula was gently playing with my softened pecker with one hand, and massaging her pussy with the other.
“You going to be able to go again in a little bit?” she asked me.
“Maybe if you tell me a story,” I said.
She smiled. She liked telling the filthy stories of her past as much as I liked listening to them. And they always got both of us aroused.
“Any specific one you want to hear?” she asked.
“Tell me what you’d like to do to that new customer that had your cunt on fire half the day,” I said. “Tell me what you were imagining while you played with your naked twat in the car and while you stuffed that cucumber up your pussy.”
This was new story-telling territory. In the past, she had always told me tales of fucking and sucking that had actually taken place, reliving old and pleasant—and hot!—memories.
“Okay,” she said, obviously intrigued by the idea of describing a fantasy fuck.
She lay there for a little while, idly playing with my squishy pecker, and I could tell that she was deep in thought.
Finally, she said, “So, it’s after the meeting, and most everyone has left for the day. I’m standing at the copier, and he comes up behind me. He stands close enough that I can feel the bulge in his pants against my ass cheek.
“He waits to see if I’m going to pull away from him or protest in some way, but I just say, ‘I didn’t know you were still here,’ and I wiggle my hips a bit to make sure he knows I can feel his boner against my ass.
“Quietly, he says into my ear, ‘I could smell your pussy all through that meeting; I’m glad I didn’t need to stand up to talk.’ He rubs the bulge back and forth over my cheek to make sure I get his point.
“I move a little to get his dick to press into my ass-crack, and I twerk a tiny bit as I push back against it.
“He reaches around and takes my tits in his hands, gently cupping them at first, but then squeezing them tightly. As he mashes my tits, she says, ‘Does your pussy taste as good as it smells?’
“‘I’ve never had any complaints,’ I say. ‘But I guess there’s really only one way to know, for sure.’
“I turn around and kiss him hard while I drop my hand and grab hold of his fat cock through his pants. Then I take him by the hand, and lead him to a storeroom.
“Inside, I close and lock the door, and then he has me in his arms, kissing me feverishly while running his hands up and down my back and grabbing my ass.
“I’m kissing him back, sucking on his tongue while I rock and rotate my hips to get my pussy-mound to grind against his dick.
“I reach down to undo his pants, but he brushes my hand away, and says, ‘Me first! The smell of your wet cunt is driving me nuts!’
“He grabs the hem of my skirt and pulls it up around my waist. He then hooks his thumbs into my panties, and yanks them down over my ass. As he pushes me backwards toward a table, I kick my way out of them.
“He lifts me up and sets me on the table with my ass right on the edge, and then pushes my legs apart and shoves his face into my soaked pussy.
“He laps from top to bottom, even flicking his tongue around my asshole. He sucks hard on my pussy-lips, then finds my stiff little clit with his tongue-tip and teases the hell out of it.
“I have my hands on his head, pulling his face against my pussy, and I’m moaning, ‘Oh, fuck, yeah! Eat my cunt! Shove your tongue up my hot little cunt-hole and face-fuck me!’
“He drags his tongue up and down through my pussy-lips, and then he spears it between the folds and deep up my cunt. And I mean deep; he has the longest tongue I’ve ever felt shoved up my pussy.
“Then he begins wiggling and twisting the little snake around inside me, and I shout, ‘Oh, fuck!’ as my cunt gushes into his sucking mouth and all over his face.”
By this point in Paula’s fantasy-fuck story she had my dick back to full arousal, and as she stroked it, she had the middle finger of her other hand shoved up her cunt and twisting away, no doubt pretending that it was the guy’s long tongue.
Suddenly, I got up from the bed, and she looked up at me confused, and asked, “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. I took my stiff dick in my fist, and added, “But I’m going to take over the fantasy from here, and I’m going to play the part of your hot customer.” I reached out my hand, and said, “Come on; they’re closing the offices down; we need to go to your car.”
With a smile, she got up and took my hand. As we left to bedroom, I grabbed the light dress she had been wearing earlier.
In the garage, I backed her naked ass against her car, and kissed her hard while grinding my stiff boner against her pussy. When I broke the kiss, I said, “So, does your hubby know what kind of a cock-hungry slut he’s married to?”
“It’s why he married me,” she said.
“Well, let’s give you a little prize to take home for him,” I said, and turned her around. I bent her over the fender, mashing her bare tits against the hood, and as I rubbed the drooling head of my cock up and down through her ass crack, I added, “I’m going to fill your wet cunt with my cum so he can suck it out when you get home and remind him of what a slut-wife you are!”
With that, I brought my hand down on her naked ass cheek and then rocked forward.
She jumped and reflexively pulled her ass away from the stinging slap, but when she relaxed again half a second later, her ass was coming back at me as I was going forward, and together we had my cock deep in her slick cunt-hole in one push.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” she shouted. “Fuck me! Fuck my hungry slut-wife cunt!”
With my cock shoved as deep up her cunt as I could get it I began fucking that familiar hole with fast, short strokes. Every once in a while I would pull all the way out, land a slap on the same tender spot on her ass, and then drive my dick balls-deep up her pussy, again.
“Oh, shit!” she nearly cried. But I knew she was loving the rough treatment from her fantasy lover.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back, As I pistoned my cock deep inside her pussy the whole car was rocking, and I said, “You ready to get your slutty cunt filled with cum? You ready to get a nice hot cream-pie to take home to hubby?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she growled and I felt her cunt tighten its grip on my pounding dick as she started to cum.
The feeling of her cunt tightening around my cock, plus the feel, the sound, and even the smell of her pussy-juice gushing out around my dick pulled my trigger, and I began to blow my load of jism deep inside her pussy.
Being my second orgasm of the night, I was surprised at how strong it was and how long it lasted. But that’s just testimony to how frigging hot my nympho wife can still make me.
When I finally stopped cumming, I slid my dick from her drenched pussy and wiped my last dribble of cum up through her ass crack.
As she lay on the hood of the car, catching her breath, I took her dress, which I had set on the roof, and tossed it onto her naked back. “You should get dressed and get that cream-pie home to your hubby while it’s still fresh.” I gave her one last slap on the ass, adding “And before somebody else comes along and wants to add to it.” I then turned and went back inside the house.
A couple minutes later I had put on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and was sitting at the kitchen table, idly flipping through a magazine.
When Paula walked in, wearing the light dress, I looked up and said, “Oh, hi honey.” I glanced up at the clock, and added, “You’re kind of late; the boss have extra work for you?”
“I had to take care of a new customer, and then I had a hard time getting out of the parking garage,” she replied.
“Mmm,” I responded. “Well, I hope this customer appreciated your extra effort. And that your boss knows what kind of team player you are.” Then I went back to my magazine.
She walked over, leaned down, and kissed me. It was much more than the usual hi-honey-I’m-home kiss. There was an unmistakable sexual component to it.
When she straightened up I was about to say something about the hotter-than-normal kiss, but she spoke first. “Will you do me a huge favor, baby?” she said.
“Sure. What?” I replied.
“Eat my pussy,” she said.
“Really?” I said. “Working late and getting stuck in the garage has you that horny?”
“You have no idea!” she said. “Please?”
I pushed back from the table, and as I got up, I said, “Have you ever known me to pass up an opportunity to stick my face in your pretty pussy?”
She pushed me back into the chair, and said, “No; right here.” She pulled the dress off over her head and climbed up onto the table, putting her naked ass right on the edge and spreading her legs in front of my face.
“Wow! You’re soaked!” I said looking at the drenched flower-petal folds of her pussy. “You really are horny!”
“You have no idea!” she repeated, and reached out to impatiently pull my face to her twat.
I nuzzled my nose and lips into the familiar slit, and then stuck out my tongue and began to lap from top to bottom. I stuck my tongue into her cunt-hole, and sucked hard on the lips that almost seemed to be kissing me back.
Suddenly, I lifted my face, stared at the wet pussy lips for a moment, then looked up at her.
“There’s more than just your pussy juice down here,” I said. “What else am I tasting, Paula?”
“I … I got fucked in the garage,” she answered. “I’m sorry, baby; I couldn’t stop myself. It … it just happened.”
I just stared up at her.
With pleading eyes, she said, “Oh, please, baby? Please get me off with your wonderful, talented mouth! I am so fucking horny! Please? I’ll do anything you want afterward!”
Still, I just stared at her. (I was enjoying her pleading.)
“Come on, baby, please?” she begged. “It’s not like you’ve never eaten a cream-pie out of my pussy before. Please?”
She was right. Since we’d been married, I often sucked my own cum from her freshly-fucked pussy, licked it from her face, or swapped it with her after blowing my load in her mouth. We both liked the taste, and she found it hot as hell that I would do it; not all guys can get into cum eating.
And it wasn’t just my own cum that I had lapped from her lovely pussy in the past.
***
When we were still dating, she set up a girl-girl-guy three-way with one of her girlfriends, which was fantastic! It was unbelievably hot to watch those two gorgeous women hugging, kissing, and eating each other’s cunts.
Not long after, in a quid-pro-quo thing, she set up a guy-guy-girl night because she wanted to expose me to the other half of bisexuality.
I was admittedly curious in that area, and I’m glad that she encouraged me to try it, but it really didn’t do much for me. Together with Paula, and then solo, I sucked on the guy’s dick, and tried to give him the kind of blowjob I’d like to get.
He enjoyed it, and while I didn’t find it disgusting or repulsive or anything, it just didn’t turn me on. He also enjoyed sucking my cock, and he was damned good at it, even deep-throating my whole dick.
Just like when I was watching her and her girlfriend going at it, Paula found our same-sex action to be super hot!
Strangely, what I did find that I liked, however, was the taste of the guy’s cum.
At one point in the evening, I was on the bottom of a sixty-nine with Paula, and he was fucking her from behind while I lapped her pussy.
When he unloaded his sperm into her cunt and kept fucking her, his jism oozed out around her pussy-lips. The taste was a little different than my own cum, and maybe that was part of the fascination.
For whatever reason, I was hooked, and I sucked and lapped every bit of his spunk that leaked out. When he finally pulled out, I clamped my mouth over Paula’s sloppy pussy and searched out every drop I could find.
That was the only time I had tried bi, but it wasn’t my last cream-pie deposited by another guy. Several times during our dating year Paula would show up at my door right after a fuck-session with some other man, and she’d offer me her freshly-filled pussy.
Perhaps we’re both a little weird, but eating a stranger’s cum out of her pussy turned both of us on beyond belief. Afterward, we would fuck like horny teenagers.
***
I looked into her pleading eyes, and I said, “You’ll do anything I want if I suck the cum out of your hot little pussy?”
“Oh, God, yes!” she said. “Anything! Just make my burning cunt cum with that wonderful, talented mouth of yours and I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Deal,” I said. “But only if you tell me all about how this guy fucked you. I want to hear every detail while I’m cleaning your cunt of his jism.”
She began by telling me how this guy had her pussy wet for half the day, and I leaned back down and planted my face between her legs, again.
As I lapped all over the outside of her cunt, making sure it was washed clean of any spunk that “the customer” had left there, she told me about their copier encounter, and how he ate her pussy in the storeroom.
While I snaked my tongue up and down through the squishy wet folds of my wife’s pussy in search of more of “the guy’s” cum, she told me about the fuck session in the garage; how he had pulled her dress off leaving her bare-ass naked out in public; how he bent her over the hood of her own car; and how he fucked her from behind with his fat cock.
As she told me about how he stuck his big dick up her publicly-exposed pussy, I shoved my tongue as deep into her cunt-hole as I could.
While I tongue-fucked her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb, she went on about how good it felt to have a strange cock fucking her cunt.
I’d always been impressed with Paula’s ability to tell dirty, steaming-hot stories. And even though I had just been-there-done-that in this story, it was still hot as hell to hear the way she retold the encounter, embellishing it just a bit, and laying in just the right amount of filthy language.
“Oh, God, baby, your tongue feels so good up my cunt!” Paula moaned. “Do you like it, too, baby? Do you like the taste of his strange cum in my pussy?”
I lifted my face, and answered, “I didn’t realize how much I missed eating sloppy-seconds from your just-fucked cunt!” I then pushed two fingers up her cunt-hole and began hammering away as I licked hard on her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” she groaned.
I raised my head for just a moment, and told her, “Keep talking! Tell me what it was like to have his fat dick fucking you right there in the garage.”
“Oh, baby, it was so hot to be taken like that! To be fucked like a cheap whore, right out in the open!” she said. Then, nearly growling out the words, she went on, “He drove his thick cock into my pussy-lips and all the way up my cunt ’til I could feel his balls on my ass! He slapped my ass while he fucked me, and he called me a slut-wife! He pulled on my hair, and he told me I had to go home and make you eat his cum out of my slutty cunt!”
With my fingers jabbing her cunt-hole, my fist mashing against her drenched pussy lips, and my tongue grinding on her clit, she clenched her teeth, stiffened her body, and as a low groan escaped from deep in her throat, her pussy erupted, instantly soaking my face, my hand, her ass, and the table.
I sucked hard on the gushing fluid, and was rewarded by that unique taste of guy-cum mixed with pussy-juice.
When her long orgasm finally subsided, she lowered herself across the table on her back, and just lay there with her eyes closed, panting.
As I gently kissed her drenched pussy lips, she said, “Thank you, baby! That was fucking awesome!” She lifted her head, looked down at me, and added, “I think we need to act out more of my fantasies. That was almost as hot as the real thing!”
I gave her pussy another loving kiss, and then replied, “Just act?”
“What do you mean?” she said.
“I think it’s obvious from your horny reaction to just seeing that customer today that you really have the itch for strange cock,” I answered.
“I’d never cheat on you, baby!” she said. “I hope you know that, don’t you? Sure I get the itch sometimes, but between your talented tongue, your fat cock, and my dildos, I always take care of it.”
“I didn’t think for a moment that you might be cheating, babe,” I said. “And I appreciate that you’re able to take care of your nympho itches with your dildos—and the occasional vegetable—but you have to really miss the old days, sometimes.” I kissed her pussy, again, and added, “This just reminded me of how much I miss them.”
“What are you saying?” she asked. From her tone and her expression, I could see that she was catching my drift, but she needed to be sure it wasn’t just wishful thinking on her part.
“A free pass,” I answered. “Go out and pretend that you’re not married and do whatever you want to satisfy your every itch.”
“Seriously?” she said with a wide smile.
“Yup,” I replied.
“What are you going to do?” she asked. “You want a free pass, too? You can, you know. You can go screw some chick while I’m screwing a strange guy.”
“Not interested,” I said. “I’m going to wait here for you, and when you get home you’re going to tell me—in minute, filthy detail—all about your evening. I love the way you tell your stories, but frankly, I’ve heard them all several times now, and we need some new material.”
Her smile spread even wider, and she said in a lecherous tone, “Are you going to eat my pussy while I tell you about who just fucked it? Are you going to suck some strange guy’s cum out of my cunt while I tell you how good it felt to have it stretched open and pounded by a big strange cock?”
I smiled back at her, and said, “That’s the deal.”
She slid off the table into my lap, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me hard. “I love you so much!” she said when she broke the kiss.
“I love you, too, my nymphomaniac slut-wife,” I replied.
Another kiss, and then she said, “You know that this makes you a cuckold husband, right?”
“Technically, yes,” I answered. “By the strict definition of the word. But I tend to think of a cuckold as a guy who’s being forced to accept that his wife is screwing other guys. I prefer to think of myself as a horny, kinky, somewhat-deviant, sex-addict husband who has an insatiable, sexy wife whom he loves very much.”
“And she loves her kinky, deviant, addict husband, even more!” she said, and kissed me again.
I flexed my stomach muscles, to get my boner to move a bit under her wet, naked ass, and said, “You forgot horny.”
She smiled, reached under her butt, and pressed my dick up into her ass crack. “My mistake,” she said as she slid her hand up and down its length. “You want to fuck my ass?” she asked. “You want to stretch my tight little butt-hole with your fat cock and fuck me up the guts?”
A minute later, she was bent over and lying across the table, and I had her constricting little sphincter stretched taut with my stiff dick, using her pussy juice and my spit as lube.
With two orgasms behind me already tonight, I knew I wasn’t going to cum—not very soon, anyway—but the tight ass-fuck still felt glorious, and my nympho wife did cum again … probably thinking about a stranger’s cock pounding her little asshole.
***
By the time Saturday rolled around, Paula was so excited about her “date night” that I think her pussy was wet 24-7. I know it was already drenched when we fucked every night leading up to the weekend.
When she came out of the bedroom after getting ready, I gave a low whistle. She was stunning! She had teased and curled her neck-length hair so that it framed her face, perfectly. She had applied just the right amount of make-up to look sexy but not slutty.
I was a little surprised at her attire, though. I had expected her to wear one of her little black dresses that always looked as if they were painted over the curves of her body.
Instead, she wore a straight charcoal-grey skirt that ended just above the knee, and a white blouse that buttoned down the front. She had left the top two buttons undone to show a tantalizing-bu-not-indecent amount of cleavage. Around her neck, she wore a short string of pearls, and had stud earrings to match.
Under the blouse, she had on a shelf bra that supported her gorgeous tits—forming that wonderful cleavage—but didn’t come up high enough to keep her nipples from rubbing the thin fabric of the blouse and making tiny little tents.
On her feet, she wore her black “fuck me” pumps, which made her already-gorgeous legs look even better.
“Going for the sexy secretary look?” I said.
“Does it work?” she asked as she turned slowly around.
“Hell yes!” I answered. “So does the well-dressed office assistant wear panties, these days?” I asked.
She hiked the skirt up to her waist to show me her naked, freshly-shaved pussy.
I stepped closer, dropped to my knees, and said, “Let me get a before taste of your hot cunt before you go get it fucked.”
As I nuzzled my face into her pussy and snaked my tongue through her wet lips she held my head, and moaned, “Oh, God, baby! I love you so frigging much! Thank you so much for letting me do this! I promise this will take care of my nympho itches for another four years, at least!”
I gave her pussy-mound a final kiss, and as I tugged her skirt back down and brushed out the wrinkles, I replied, “We’ll see.”
***
It was a little after midnight when I heard the garage door rumbling open. A minute later Paula walked in, and I clicked off the old movie I had been watching to keep me distracted and not imagining what she was doing. If I had thought too much about that, I’m sure I would have ended up jerking off, and I wanted to save myself for when she got home.
She definitely looked different than when she left. Her hair was disheveled and matted in a few spots, her skirt was on crooked, her blouse was a wrinkled mess, her necklace and earrings were missing, and she wasn’t wearing her bra.
“Hi, sweetheart. Did you have a nice time?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Oh, my fucking God, baby!” she said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was frigging awesome! I didn’t know how much I missed strange cocks!”
I stood up, and she grabbed me by the head and kissed me hard. She then moved my mouth over her face as she mumbled, “Can you taste it? Can you taste the cum that they squirted in my face? I didn’t wash just so you could taste it!”
“I can taste it, babe,” I answered. Then I asked, “They?”
“Oh, God, baby, there were three of them!” she said. “It was so frigging amazing!”
I took her by the hand, and as I led her to the bedroom, I said as if I was a shrink, “Tell me all about it, Paula. Let your true feelings out.”
In the bedroom, she started to undo my pants, but I took her hands from my belt, and as I turned her around, I said, “We’ll get to that later.” I pulled her blouse up out of her skirt and slid my hands up inside, taking handfuls of her wonderful, soft tits. I pulled her tightly against me, pressing the bulge in my pants into the crack of her skirt-covered ass.
As I mashed her tits with my fingers and shifted my hips to grind my dick into her ass, I whispered into her ear, “Talk to me baby; tell me all about your free-pass nympho night.”
“Oh, God, baby! It felt so good to be out there, again!” she said. “I forgot how horny it makes me to pick up strange guys!”
“But I’ll bet you didn’t forget how,” I said.
“Oh, no!” she said with a chuckle. “That’s like riding a bicycle!”
“Tell me about it, baby,” I said as I tweaked her nipples.
“So, I went over to the Biltmore,” she began. “I’ve always liked their lounge, and I figured there’d be a little higher class of clientele there. Plus most of the guys might already have a room in the hotel.
“When I walked in—clicking my heels on that polished wood floor—I felt about a dozen pairs of eyes on me. God, that felt good! My pussy was already moist, but that attention made it downright wet as I walked across the room to the bar.
“Even the women were checking me out. Some were probably jealous because their date or husband was watching me, too, but I’m pretty sure there were a couple who wanted to hit on me. As pleasant as it might have been to be with a woman again, I really had my mind set on cock.”
I was mauling Paula’s tits pretty good by then, and as I pinched and stretched her nipples, I began to bite lightly on her earlobe. She tilted her head back, and let out a little moan, enjoying the attention to her erogenous zones.
“Then what?” I said quietly into her ear. “Tell me how you picked up these three guys all at once.”
“Well, I didn’t even make it to the bar when one of them—Rick—was at my side, asking if he could buy me a drink,” she went on. “I slid up onto the stool—letting my skirt hike up—and as we chit-chatted, I leaned on the bar, and moved around to make sure he could get a good gap-shot of my tits. I’d undone one more button by then so I was sure he could see my areoles, if not my whole nipples.
“At first, he tried to just catch glimpses of my tits without getting caught, but pretty soon, from my body language, the smile on my face, and the look in my eyes, her figured out that I was inviting his looks, and he stared much more openly.
“Holding my glass in my left hand, he apparently noticed my wedding ring and my diamond, and stared at it and blinked a couple of times, probably wondering exactly what the meant.
“Pointing at the rings, he said, ‘You waiting here for your husband?’
“I lifted my hand and got the light to twinkle the diamond, and I answered, ‘Oh, no. My little-dick, cuckold hubby is home taking care of the kids. He’ll probably jerk off his little pecker after he gets them to bed, dreaming about what his slut-wife is doing out on the town.'”
I had to chuckle, and I said, “Thanks for throwing me under the bus! I hope it helped your cause.”
“Oh, it did!” she said. “Guys just love that shit for some reason; cuckolding some wimpy husband. And it also let us cut right to the chase. If he didn’t know where the night was heading before that, he certainly did then.
“He must have made a signal to one of his buddies, because another guy was soon at my other side, and he introduced us. The guy’s name was Hank. When Rick told him about my cuckold husband, Hank reached out and with the back of his finger he rubbed my nipple—which was really pointing my blouse—and said, ‘So, you probably need someone to take care of your womanly-needs, huh?’
“‘You think you could?’ I asked him.
“‘Between the three of us, I’m sure we can!’ he answered.
“‘Three?’ I said just as another guy—tall, good looking, and black—stepped up to join us. Hank introduced him as Tip. He then told him, “The lady has a limp-dick old man at home, and she has needs. You think we should give her a hand?’
“He openly looked down my blouse then reached out and pinched one of my nipple through the fabric. ‘I think we can give her a lot more than a hand!’ he said.
“A minute later, we were heading out the door. Turns out none of the guys were staying there at the Biltmore, so we took Tip’s car across town to the less-expensive hotel where they were staying.
“On the drive, I was in the backseat with Rick, and he had my blouse open and was playing with my tits, stretching my nipples, and leaning over to suck on them.
“I was rubbing the big bulge in his pants, and then he undid them and took his dick out. At the same time, I hiked my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs. I started jerking him off, and he started finger-fucking my cunt.
“It wasn’t long before he had my pussy gushing the first of I-have-no-idea-how-many orgasms, and then he pulled me over, and shoved my mouth down over his drooling cock.
“I gave him a good sucking blowjob, jerking him off at the same time, and he didn’t last very long. He started grunting and groaning, and blew a pretty good load of hot cum into my mouth.
“Hank, in the front passenger seat, was twisted around watching us, and just as Rick began to grunt, he said, ‘Don’t swallow his spunk, sweetheart! I want you to share that with me!’
“When I sucked the last drop of jism from Rick’s cock, I turned around and between the two front seats, I clamped my mouth over Hank’s. He opened his mouth, and we swapped the warm cum back and forth before swallowing it.
“As I settled back in my seat, I said, ‘Can I assume that you’re bi?’
“‘All three of us are,’ he answered. ‘If you’re not bi, you’re missing out on half the fun.’
“‘Oh, that’s awesome!’ I said. ‘I think that’s so hot to watch a guy get his mouth fucked.’ Then I laughed, and added, ‘My hubby hates the thought of a cock in his mouth; that’s why I make him clean out my stranger-fucked cunt when I get home.’
I pulled hard on her stiff nipples, and said, “There I am under the bus, again.”
“Oh, and they loved it!” she said. “They all laughed, and Tip said, ‘Well, I can promise you that he’ll have plenty to clean up when you get home tonight!’
“When we all walked through the lobby of the guys’ hotel I could see the two desk clerks—a guy and a young woman—watching us. I’d be willing to bet that they thought that the guys were taking a hooker up to their room. That actually made me feel kind of sexy—in a slutty sort of way.
“In the room, we started kissing—sometimes with two mouths on mine at the same time—and I had half a dozen hands all over me. It wasn’t long before they had me completely naked, and they were pulling on my nipples, grabbing my ass, rubbing my drenched pussy, and shoving their fingers up my cunt.”
By this time I was humping her ass with my bulge and I had moved one hand up to her neck, rubbing it hard with her head thrown back. My other hand had slid over her belly and was inside the waist of her skirt. I let my fingers rub just the top of her mound; I wanted to save contact with her cum-filled pussy for a little later … and for my mouth.
She went on, “Then they made me get on my knees and undo their pants, one after the other.” She chuckled, and added, “Like I need to be forced to take out their stiff dicks!
“I had already enjoyed Rick’s cock in the car, so I started with Hank. His dick had a slight upward curve, was probably eight inches, and was uncut. I hadn’t had an uncut cock in ages, and I took it in my hand, forcing the foreskin back and forth over the shiny knob a few times.
“He then held my head, and stuck his dick in my mouth. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue over the usually-hidden cock-head, and he began rocking his hips, fucking my face.
“I grabbed his tight ass, and shoved myself forward, taking his cock down my throat until his balls were on my chin.
“‘Oh, fuck!’ he groaned, and then started to throat-fuck me while holding my head still.
“It didn’t take him long before he began to growl and his stiff cock started to throb in my throat. His first shot of cum went right into my guts, but then I pulled back so I could get the rest of it in my mouth and taste it.
“After five of six good squirts, he pulled his dick from between my lips, and wiped the still-drooling cock-head all over my face.
As he stepped back, panting, he said to Tip, “You’re up, dude. But why don’t you clean her up before you show her what you’ve got?”
The tease of my wife’s hot and filthy story—one that I had, of course, never heard before—had my own cock drooling pre-cum down my leg. I had to back off on my ass-humping for fear I’d blow my load right in my pants.
Paula noticed my reduced pressure against her ass, and gave an evil sort of laugh. “What’s the matter, big boy?” she teased. “Hearing about your slut-wife taking on three strange cocks getting to be too much for you?”
“This may be one of your best stories, ever!” I breathed into her ear. “We should have thought of this long ago!”
“You want to eat my cum-filled pussy while I tell you the rest?” she said.
“No, not yet,” I answered. “I want you to get to the part where they’re actually filling your pussy before I start cleaning it out.”
“Oh, I love your patience, baby,” she said and turned her head so we could kiss. She then went on.
“So, Tip leaned down and he covered my mouth with his big lips, and he sucked and lapped all over my face searching out Hank’s jism. He then kissed me and pushed his tongue between my lips, opening them up to get at the pool of fresh cum I still held in my mouth.
“We both opened our mouths and swapped it back and forth before we each swallowed a share.
“Then he straightened up, and I began unfastening his pants. From the bulge I was looking at I knew he was well hung, and when I pulled his pants and boxers down together, the thing nearly hit me in the face as it sprung free.
“Tip was a kind of medium-dark African American, but his cock was nearly black, and it defined the proverbial BBC! It had to be ten inches long, and it was so fat that when I wrapped my hand around it, I couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb.
“And I saw why he had the nickname Tip. His cock-head was even bigger than the rest of his dick, with a really pronounced ridge and a huge pee hole.
“I took the big knob into my mouth and latched my lips around that ridge. I don’t think my mouth had ever been so full with just a cock-head in it! There was barely enough room for me to rub my tongue all over it to savor his pre-cum.
“Then I poked the tip of my tongue into that big pee-hole, and I tried to tongue-fuck his dick.
“‘Fuck me!’ he said. ‘You’re good, baby!’ He then pushed on my wrist to get me to start stroking my fist up and down the rest of his long cock. It was dry at that point, so I used a light, sort of teasing touch to go from his tight tangle of pubic hair to my lips.
“I pushed forward, to take more of that BBC into my mouth, but I don’t think I got three inches in. He was just too big. I relaxed my throat as best I could and pushed hard, but there was no way that monster was going down my throat. I had to wonder if any woman had ever given him a deep-throat blowjob.
“I popped my lips from his dick-head, and then I started to lap and kiss the whole length of his cock. When I had it nice and wet, I went back to sucking his fat tip and started to jerk him off.
“‘Oh, fuck, yeah, baby!’ he moaned and put his hands lightly on my head. He began giving me a gentle scalp massage as I sucked and stroked his dick. ‘You sure know what the fuck you’re doing!’
“I popped my mouth from his big knob just long enough to say, ‘Thanks! It’s a gift!’ then went back to sucking and tonguing the spongy mouthful.
“It didn’t take him very long to start building to his orgasm, and as I sucked his cock-head and beat him off, I reached up and started to play with his big balls, squeezing and tugging on them.
“The pace and volume of his moaning told me he was getting close, so I dropped my hand from his balls, reached down and stuck my middle finger up my cunt to get it wet, and then I went back up and pressed my fingertip against his puckered little asshole.
“‘Oh, shit, baby, yeah!’ he groaned. ‘Shove your finger up my ass while I fill your beautiful mouth with my cum! Fuck, yeah, you’re one filthy slut-wife, ain’t you?”‘
“As he squatted a bit to give me better access, I drove my finger up his ass until my fist was mashed hard against his tight black butt. Then I wiggled my finger and found his prostate.
“‘Oh, fuck me, yeah!’ he hollered as he grabbed a fistful of my hair just as his fat cock-head erupted. With my mouth nearly full of his big tip, there wasn’t much room for the huge load of cum that he started spurting, and it was quickly oozing out between my lips and his cock.
“But I kept sucking and jerking him off, enjoying the wonderful feel of the powerful squirts of hot jism against my tongue.
“I could tell when he was finally nearing the end of his orgasm, and I pulled my mouth off his dick and kept stroking his meat as I aimed it at my face, taking the last few squirts across my nose and cheeks.
“When he finally staggered back and dropped down on the bed, he looked at me—his thick cum across my face and running from my chin onto my tits—and he said, ‘Too bad your cuck hubby ain’t here to clean up that mess!’
“‘No sense letting it go to waste, though,” Rick said as he stepped over in front of me. He leaned down and kissed me hard, then swirled his tongue over my chin, my cheeks, and my nose, sucking his buddy’s fresh jism off me.
“When I was somewhat clean of cum, but still sticky and wet, he stood back up and pulled down his fly. With a little contorting he managed to get his stiff cock out through the opening, and then, as he pulled on it with long hard strokes, he wound the fingers of his other hand into my hair.
“Guessing that he wanted to be in control, I kept my lips tightly closed while he rubbed his wet dick-head across them. Then he almost growled at me, ‘Open up, slut! Open that pretty mouth so I can fuck your gorgeous face!’
At this point in Paula’s filthy, hot story the pre-cum was nearly running out of my stiff dick in a continuous stream. My pant-leg was soaked and I had to back away from touching her ass at all, from fear of blowing my load.
Interrupting her story, she gave a little chuckle, and teased, “Getting to be too much for you, sweetheart? I can stop if you’d like.”
“Fuck no!” I said. “But I think I do need to sit down.”
I backed over to a chair, and flopped down, gripping the arms and taking deep breaths to get my dick and my heart rate to settle down.
My sexy, nympho wife stood there looking at me with a huge smile, thrilled that she could get me so turned on and keep me right on the edge of shooting a hands-free orgasm down my leg.
“You want me to go on?” she asked, teasingly.
“Oh, yeah!” I said after a final deep breath. “I believe you were about to get your gorgeous face fucked by a stiff cock hanging out of Rick’s fly.”
“I’m glad you were paying attention,” she said with a grin. As she went on with her story, she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“So, with a handful of my hair, Rick pulled me forward onto his cock, and drove it straight down my throat. He held my face hard against his pants and used his stomach muscles to throb his dick deep in my gullet.
“After a pretty long while, I gave his legs a little push reminding him that I needed to breathe. He pulled my head back off of his dick, tilted it back so I was looking up at him, and she snarled at me, ‘You want my cum, slut? You want me to blow my load in your mouth so you can swallow my spunk like Hank and Tip’s? Are you a blowjob whore who likes to get her face fucked?”
“‘Yes!’ I nearly shouted at him. ‘Fuck my throat and then let me suck more of your hot jism right out of your balls! Yes, I want your fucking cum!’
“‘Well, tough shit!’ he sneered, and pulled me to my feet by my hair. ‘I’m going to fuck you up the ass and dump this load in your guts!’ He then threw me face-first onto the bed with my ass sticking up right at the edge.
“As he took off his pants, he said to his friends, ‘Get her ready for me! Get that little asshole nice and wet and ready to be stretched!”
“As Hank grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my belly to get my ass tilted up more, Tip pulled my ass cheeks apart and started running his long tongue up and down my crack from cunt-hole to asshole, taking turns pushing it in each one.”
As she spoke, I was staring up at my wife’s now-naked tits, and I could see the trails of dried cum that her three friends had left there. I groaned, and still gripping the arms of the chair, I rocked my ass back and forth to get my cock to rub between my leg and pants. I was rewarded with a long ooze of precum. I then took huge, deep breaths to keep my dick from blowing all the way, though.
I watched Paula pull down the zipper of her skirt and let it drop, and then step closer to me. Her shaven pussy was a foot in front of my face, and I could clearly see the cum stains trails, as well.
“Can you smell it, baby?” she said to me. “Can you smell the sex on my cunt?”
“Oh, God, yes!” I groaned.
She turned around, bent over, and backed up to put her naked ass right in my face. “You want to taste it?” she said. “You want to lick my ass and taste some of the cum that all three of them left on my ass?”
My answer was to lean forward and push my face into her ass-crack. I pulled a long breath in through my nose, drawing in the intoxicating smell of slightly-stale sex.
She reached back and pulled her ass-cheeks apart, and I stuck out my tongue and began lapping up and down the still-wet crack, picking up the unmistakable taste of jism.
I pulled my face back for a moment, and said, “You were telling me how you got this puckered little asshole fucked!” I then leaned forward and drove my tongue into her tight little pucker. Only it wasn’t quite as tight as I remembered it always being. Knowing the reason why caused my dick to dribble some more pre-cum down my leg.
As I snaked my tongue around in the well-fucked little hole, she restarted her story. “Rick’s dick was the smallest of the three—though not small, by any means—and he quickly had my asshole stretched and hugging it tightly as he fucked me up the ass.
“Even though I’d sucked him off in the car, he didn’t last very long before I felt his dick start to throb up in my guts and he began grunting, pumping his second-but-not-last load deep inside me.
“Hank was right behind him, and my little asshole had hardly closed up when his cock-head was stretching it back open. He shoved his dick all the way up my ass just one time, then he went into fast fucks using only the first few inches of his dick, pulling his cock-head out and popping it back in over and over.
“I was surprised at how quickly he reached his orgasm considering I had just taken a load of his jism in my mouth a few minutes ago.
“As he pulled out, I could feel his spunk and Rick’s dribbling out of my asshole, and I heard Tip say, ‘Perfect, guys; that’s just the kind of lube she’s going to need to take my cock up her tight little ass!’
“They flipped me over onto my back, with my ass still at the edge of the bed, and Rick lifted my legs back until my knees were near my chest. ‘Hold them there!’ he commanded me, and I stuck my arms out over my legs, holding myself just about folded in half with my naked, drooling ass rotated up and waiting for Tip’s BBC.
“Rick and Hank got on their knees on either side of Tip, and they each stuck a finger up my ass. They finger-fucked it, and then they pulled on it, stretching it open.
“Finally, Hank said to Tip, ‘I think she’s ready for you, dude. Bring that fat thing over here and show our friend what ass-fucking is all about!’
“Apparently, Hank and Rick really liked to watch and help their buddy’s oversize cock-head stretch open an asshole, because after they each gave his big knob a sloppy, spitty lap, Hank guided it to my pucker, and Rick used his fingers and thumb to force the fat, squishy helmet into my asshole.
“If that wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever had up my ass, it was damned close,” Paula said. “I knew I could take it—and it felt awesome as it stretched my asshole to its very limits—but I also knew they wanted a certain reaction from me.
“‘Oh, my fucking God!’ I whimpered as the big tip finally stretched my asshole open enough to pop inside. ‘I didn’t think it would fit! I didn’t think my little asshole could stretch that far!’
“‘You like it?’ Rick asked. ‘You like having your slut-wife asshole torn open by a big black cock? You should have your cuckold hubby lick your ass when you get home so he’ll know what a real cock can do to an asshole.’
Paula gave a little chuckle, and said to me, “I think the other two were as proud of Tip’s big dick as he was.”
I slipped my tongue from my wife’s asshole and snaked it down to lick her pussy lips. She bent over a little farther to give me better access, and I could clearly taste the aging guy-cum mixed with the fresh pussy-juice that her cunt was leaking.
“So, after they collectively got his fat tip inside my asshole,” Paula went on, “he pulled it back out to repeat the stretch thing that they all seemed to like so much—and which I did, too, I have to admit.
“Each time his fat cock-head popped through my little pucker, I whimpered again, but each time a little less. Finally, I said, ‘Okay, big guy; you’ve got me stretched; come on and fuck me with that thing!’
“He leaned forward and ever so slowly he inched that monster up my ass deeper than I think anything has ever gone into my guts before!”
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I groaned as I pulled my wet face from her pussy. “I can’t take any more! I’m about ready to shoot my fucking load right in my pants! Give me a blowjob, baby, please? Take my hot cum in your mouth so you can share it with me!”
As she turned around and got to her knees between my legs, I quickly fumbled with my belt and fly, after which I lifted my ass and she helped my shuck my pants.
My never-harder cock sprung up at a forty-five-degree angle, and a thin web of pre-cum connected my drenched dick-head to the big wet spot on my leg.
Paula leaned in and broke the web with her tongue, and then said with a grin, “Well, it looks like somebody enjoys story-time.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby!” I replied.
She opened her mouth wide, leaned down, and took my dick-head into the opening. But she didn’t close her mouth. Instead, she just rubbed her tongue across the sensitive little cleft under my knob, and took long slow breaths pulling and pushing air over the soaking-wet head.
I moaned, and said, “Oh, you are such a tease!”
She pulled off my dick, looked up at me, and said, “Just what kind of tease am I?”
I smiled at her then answered, “You are a cock-sucking, ass-fucking nymphomaniac slut-wife who I love more than anything in the whole fucking world!”
“Whom you love,” she corrected my grammar with a grin. “Not who.”
“Whom the fuck cares!” I said. “Suck my cock, baby! Suck out the gallon of cum you’ve got built up in my balls!”
This time when she leaned down, she clamped her mouth over my cock-head and started sucking and rubbing it all over with her tongue. At the same time she wrapped her fist around my dick, and lubricated with lots of pre-cum, she began beating me off into her mouth.
I lasted all of about thirty seconds before the first jet of built-up cum ripped out through my pee-hole and into her mouth.
She kept sucking my cock-head and jerking me off, and I kept pumping squirt after squirt of thick jism into her mouth.
Finally, she was full to overflowing, and she pulled off my dick and quickly stood up so she could get to my face.
Our lips clamped together, and when we opened our mouths, she dropped the biggest load of fresh cum into mouth that I think I’ve ever received.
While we swapped the still-warm jism back and forth, she continued to jerk me off until her hand, my dick, my balls, and the chair were a slimy white mess.
She lifted her face from mine, and said, “Swallow it, baby! I’ve already swallowed plenty of cum tonight!”
***
After a shower—during which I ate her pussy more thoroughly, getting her to orgasm and push what was left of her triple-load of spunk into my mouth—we were lying in bed, cuddling.
“Thank you, again, baby,” she said after kissing my cheek. “I don’t think I realized how much I missed that nympho-life that I used to live.” She paused a moment, and added, “Do you think that maybe we could do that again? I don’t mean all the time. Just for a special occasion, like a birthday, or our anniversary, or something.”
I leaned over and kissed her, and said, “Which anniversary is leather? That could be an interesting gift for a night out on the town.”
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