My now ex-wife and I met in college in the early 1970’s. Her name was Ann and she was beautiful: about 5’3”, long dark hair, nice tits that rode high on her chest. She had a way of looking at me that totally melted my heart and tickled my cock. She oozed sexuality.
We quickly became a couple. After our first sexual episode she was in love with my cock and I was in love with her slutty attitude and lack of sexual boundaries. She didn’t dress slutty, acted very innocent; but when the right buttons were pushed the slut in her exploded.
In the course of the next few of weeks I found out two things about Ann that were both exciting and troubling. First, for her alcohol was an aphrodisiac and second, she subscribed to the philosophy that if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you are with. Both of these would come into play many times over the years in our relationship.
Ann decided that she could not live without my cock and no other woman I had been with could equal her innocent sluttiness and her passion for fucking. We got married. Way too young, way too dumb.
One day at the college student union, I saw Ann sitting with a couple, a man about 5’8” built a bit thick and a woman, about the same height as Ann with chestnut hair that flowed down her back. That girl had the biggest tits I had seen on a young woman. They had to be at least E or F cups. But her flat stomach and long hair made them seem even larger. I was introduced to Carl and Lisa, a brother and sister who were new to the college.
We became friends with Carl and Lisa, even to the point where Lisa did not mind that I would stare at her tits rather than look at her face when we talked. It was clear that I had an obsession with those mammaries. Even Ann did not seem to be upset with my obsession, although she never mentioned it.
Carl and Lisa lived quite a ways out of town and one night we were partying, visiting all of the bars and clubs and getting way too loaded. It became apparent that Carl and Lisa should not drive home and we invited them to stay over at our apartment.
In our senior year, we had an apartment that was part of a house. In a small college town, off-campus student housing was often somewhat ramshackle, but cheap. In that apartment, the bedroom was directly off of the kitchen and the bathroom was directly off the small living room. The bedroom was a closed in porch, complete with a leftover window between the kitchen and bedroom.
We continued the drinking at our house. After a bit, I went to the living room to stretch out on the couch. Just a few minutes later Lisa ran to the bathroom. On her way out, I asked her to sit with me. We are talking and pretty quickly (I blame it on the alcohol) we were making out. I could not believe it. Her lips were so soft and yielding. Soon our tongues were dueling and our relaxed libidos were kicking in gear. After a few minute of making out, my hands went directly to those objects of my obsession. Within just a minute or so I had her blouse off and was working to get that industrial strength bra released.
Suddenly those two incredible mammaries were liberated. I began to slather her breasts with licks and kisses. My mouth went to her nipples. Lisa’s areolae were a light brown with tiny pink nipples. I sucked and bit her tiny nipples, moving from one tit to the other. I was in heaven. Between attacks to her breasts, we were kissing with our tongues exploring each other. She kept encouraging me to pull and twist her nipples and when we weren’t kissing, I was biting and pulling on her nipples. This was exciting me beyond belief.
Of course, once I had fulfilled my obsession of manhandling those breasts, my mind thought of new glories to attain. My hand slipped down to her pussy. Even through her jeans I could feel her wetness. I slipped my hand between her pants and her pubis. Lisa moaned and spread her legs to let my hands pass. She had the softest pubic hair I have ever felt. It looked like we were on the same wavelength. I snapped the buttons on her jeans and began to pull her pants down along with her panties.
I freed one leg from her pants and I leaned in an placed my tongue right on her clit. I did not move it, I just placed tongue pressure on it. Lisa went crazy. She was moaning and grabbing my head, pulling me into her. I licked down between her outer lips and then back up to her clit again. My tongue explored the inner reaches of her pussy. When my tongue moved to her clit, my fingers entered her cunt and began to piston in and out of her. Lisa was moaning and thrashing. As I licked her pussy, my hands stayed busy with her tits.
Needless to say, my cock was hard as a steel rod. Lisa never touched my hardness and didn’t try to undo my belt or my pants. But even without her urging, I was my cock busting out of my pants. I got on my knees to unbuckle my belt when suddenly it was like a switch had been pulled. Lisa sat up and yelled. “I have to get out of here. Where is Carl? We have to go!” Within seconds she had her pants back on. I stood up and started kissing her before she was able to get her bra and blouse on, just for one last chance at those tits I guess.
We went into the kitchen and did not see Ann and Carl. I could hear rustlings in the bedroom and I looked through the window that was between the kitchen and bedroom. I saw my wife on the bed, her legs spread with knees in the air. Carl was fucking her with all that he had. I could see his medium sized cock slide in and out of Ann’s pussy and she had grabbed his ass checks, pulling him into her. I watched, dumbstruck. Lisa went into the bedroom to get her brother.
I had lost that steel rod erection I had on the couch when Lisa and I walked into the kitchen; but now it was back, even harder. My cock was so hard and stretched that I had to adjust my pants to relieve the pressure. I could not believe that I was watching my wife fuck another man, and I could not believe how hard I was.
Hearing his sister, Carl looked up saw me just as he began to cum. Ann pulled him into her as he shot his cum into her pussy. As soon as he was finished, Carl jumped up, grabbed his clothes and ran out of the bedroom. He and Lisa took off without saying anything.
Ann did not know that I had seen everything. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and got on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her legs were still spread, knees in the air and I could see Carl’s cum slowly oozing out of her cunt. I slid between her knees and pushed my overly hard cock into her dripping pussy, dripping with another man’s cum. I slid into the depth of her pussy with one stroke.
She knew it was me because of the size and shape of my cock. In shock she opened her eyes. While sawing in an out of her juicy pussy, I asked, “Why did you fuck Carl?”
Between moans Ann whispered, “Because he said you were fucking Lisa in the living room and I should fuck him to get back at you.” I drove my hard prick deep into her cervix.
Ann deeply moaned and said, “I did it to get back at you for fucking Lisa.”
I then asked, “Did you let him cum in you?” knowing full well the answer.
Again, between moans Ann groaned, “Yes.”
Since she admitted that she let him cum I pulled out of her cunt and then rammed my cock as deep and as hard as I could into her and asked, “Didn’t you think you might get pregnant, remember we are not on the pill?”
At that question Ann began to hump me harder than she had in months. “Do you really want his baby?” Hearing those words, Ann began to cum, moaning and screaming, grabbing my ass cheeks to pull me deeper into her, racking my back with her fingernails and biting my neck. After four or five deep violent thrusts I shot my load into her, a load that was built up through my time with Lisa and watching my wife being fucked by Carl.
Ann thought we were finished for the night, she was drunk and has just been fucked by two men, one of whom gave her an orgasm of epic proportions. However, the image of Carl fucking my wife kept coming back to me and my raging erection would not subside.
Even though Ann was literally passed out, I entered her again, stroking as hard, as deep and and as fast as I could. After a few minutes I filled her pussy with another load of cum, her third for the night. Three loads of cum, two men in the space of about fifteen minutes: my wife was a slut and I loved it!
Annie did not fall pregnant and we all remained friends even though we never spoke of that night. I began to look at Ann with different eyes because I now knew what she was capable of doing. Her lack of boundaries and free-wheeling sexuality are what attracted me to her in the first place and now I could see that my future was to be one of cheating and cuckoldry.
