Every year at this time I am reminded of a Halloween party that my wife, April and I attended back in 2003. The party took place at her friend, Stacey’s cabin. It’s a huge, lake front property that has been passed down Stacey’s family for generations. My wife had attended many parties there, and she had been looking forward to this one for weeks.
28 years old at the time, April looked incredible dressed as a cave girl with a very short, fur skirt that barely covered her taught little ass. Underneath she had her favorite pair of red g-string panties that you could easily see if she moved the wrong (or the right) way. The costume also had a matching fur top that fit diagonally across her chest. Needless to say, my wife’s outfit showed a lot of skin. I wore a corresponding “cave man” costume, and although I am quite fit, I was sure that I wasn’t going to attract nearly as much attention as my sexy wife.
April already had downed three drinks while getting ready, and on the drive out I could tell that they had put her in an amorous mood. She kept making suggestive comments about what might happen at the party considering that there would probably be several guys in attendance that she’d slept with back in her slutty single days.
“Like who?” I asked, always eager to hear stories about April’s promiscuous behavior.
April mentioned a few names, and I encouraged her to repeat a few stories while we drove.
Now if you’ve read any of my other stories, then you know that I’ve been sharing April with other men since even before we were married. I’ve always been turned-on by the fact that she’d slept with lots of other guys before we met, so it only seemed natural that I allowed her to continue her wayward activities throughout our relationship.
We had been married for just over three years at this time, and she’d already slept with well over twenty other guys. I’d become pretty good at knowing when she was in the mood to spread her legs for another man. As April reiterated a story about the time she was fucked in Stacey’s hot-tub by a guy named Todd, I began to feel that nervous, excited feeling in the pit of my stomach that I get just before my slutty wife commits another one of her sanctioned adulteries.
We arrived at about 10:30 and most of the guests were already there. I was introduced to a few people including Stacy and her husband, Jeff. I instantly liked him. He offered me a drink, and then showed me around the place, introducing me to people as we went.
There must have been close to 70 party-goers there, and for the next few hours I had a great time despite not knowing a single person besides my wife. Speaking of April, she was starting to get pretty drunk. With every passing hour she became more and more brazen especially with the other male party-goers. I saw her doing body shots with a group of guys and one other girl, and then later she mooned about twenty people from the upstairs balcony. Everyone below not only had a nice view of her sexy little ass, but a good look at my wife’s meaty pussy as well.
The party began to wind down at about 2 am. I had been playing shuffleboard in the games room for a while, when I realized that I hadn’t seen April for at least an hour. As soon as my game finished I went looking for my wife and spied her on the upper level talking to a tall, blonde guy. They were standing noticeably close to each other, and I couldn’t help but feel a slight degree of jealousy due to the fact that he was exceptionally good-looking.
I decided to keep my distance and see if something would happen. I tried not to pay too much attention to them, but it was easy to see that April was flirting with him in plain view of everyone. At one point April noticed me watching them. She immediately flashed a sexy smile and raised her eyebrows to let me know her intentions. I swallowed about half of my beer as I tried to prepare myself for what my wife was about to do.
A couple minutes later I saw April lean into him and whisper something in his ear. A huge grin spread across his face and I read his lips “Here?”
My wife nodded, took his hand and led him towards the basement stairs. Watching from the corner of my eye, I pretended that I didn’t notice my wife and her soon to be lover as they snuck out. I’ll never forget the look of alarm he had on his face as he glanced back at me to see if I was about to follow and beat the living shit out of him.
It was difficult to concentrate on the conversation that I was currently involved in to say the least. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the stairs leading to the basement and wondering what my wife was doing down there. It seemed like forever before the blonde guy emerged followed shortly by my sexy babe.
He went straight for the door and left. I went straight for my wife and led her to the side of the hallway where no one could hear us.
“Who was that blonde guy?” I said, noting her flustered appearance.
“His name’s Jason.” She whispered.
I remembered his name as one of the guys she had slept with before. “It looked like you two picked up where you left off.” I said.
“We certainly did.” She said with a slight chuckle.
“Did you fuck him?”
April simply grinned and nodded.
“Where?” I said pulling her close and kissing her neck.
“In the laundry room…”
“Did he cum in your pussy?” I asked hopefully.
“Uh huh.” April nodded. “I can already feel it starting to leak out of me. I suppose you want a taste?” she whispered coyly.
I didn’t even have to answer her. My heart was pounding in my chest as April led me down the stairs and into the laundry room.
“This is where we fucked.” She said, locking the door.
“Tell me everything.” I said pulling her to me and kissing her fiercely.
We came in here and started kissing, hard. He put his fingers inside of me, my pussy was already wet. I undid his pants and pulled out his dick…”
“Is he big?”
“Mmm… I’d say that he’s about average, maybe slightly bigger. It’s nice though, he’s uncircumcised so I really liked sucking him. Then, after a couple of minutes I said ‘We don’t have much time. You better fuck me quick before my husband comes looking for me.’ Then he spun me around, bent me over the washing machine, pulled my panties down just far enough to get his dick inside, like this…”
My wife turned around, raised her skirt and spread her legs. As I knelt behind her I could see that the crotch of her panties were slightly wet and stained with Jason’s semen. I moved my face in closer so I could smell it.
“Oh babe!” I moaned.
April grinned at how turned on I was. “Do you like that? He just finished cumming in my pussy, baby. It hasn’t even been five minutes yet…” April then peeled her panties down to mid-thigh, just as she’d done with Jason, revealing her swollen, wet gash.
Unable to wait another second, I bent forward and slowly ran my tongue through her steamy twat; already tasting Jason’s spent cum.
“Ohhh… yeah…” she moaned, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands, allowing for better access. “Stick your tongue in there… Oh, baby… yeah… I love the way you eat my pussy right after other cocks have fucked it. Ahhh…”
“I love it too.” I said just as I swallowed a glob of Jason’s salty jizz.
As April told me about her quick and dirty fuck, I slurped and sucked as much of Jason’s spunk out of her pussy as I could. After about four or five minutes in that awkward position though, my prick wasn’t the only thing that was uncomfortably stiff. I decided that I desperately needed to give my sore neck a break, and to release the pent-up pressure in my cock and balls.
April had other ideas, however. As I lined my throbbing dick up with the entrance to her snatch, my wife reached down and steered my cock away.
“Wait, Greg.” She said. “There’s
“What do you mean?”
“There’s another guy I want to fuck tonight.”
“Are you serious – who?”
“The black guy?”
“Yeah, we were talking earlier and he wants me to leave with him.”
When I didn’t respond right away April continued, “I’ve heard that Darren has a really big dick and that he knows how to use it. I could fuck him, and then meet you at home in the morning. What do you think?”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on,” April said as she stroked my aching prick. “Think of how good it will feel when you finally get to slide in my pussy after two different guys. Sloppy-thirds, baby! And you’ve always said you wanted to do me after I’ve gone black…”
Even though I desperately needed to fuck my wife right then, I had to admit that April was right about me wanting her to do a black guy. Ever since she began telling tales of her sexual history I had to admit that I liked her stories of her with black guys a lot. April had told me once that the rumors of black guys and their big dicks were true. She explained that she’d slept with at least thirty black guys, and not one of them ever had a small dick. April claimed that if Caucasian men averaged five to six inches when erect — then black guys averaged more like seven or eight inches — and one out of fifteen or twenty were absolutely huge.
Ten minutes later I was finally able to make my way upstairs. April had already straightened herself up, gave me a peck on the cheek and left. I however, had to wait until my erection subsided enough that it wouldn’t be poking out the front of my costume. The whole time I kept thinking that I shouldn’t have let her go.
‘It’ll be worth it if the rumors about Darren and his big cock are true though.’ I thought.
Later, I managed to get a ride home with a married couple. The guy’s wife was pregnant and she was the designated driver for an entire car load of drunks. It wasn’t until almost 4 in the morning before she finally dropped me off.
Tired from the amount of booze that I’d ingested, I thought that sleep would come easy and it did. However, I awoke only 3 hours later with thoughts of my promiscuous wife dancing through my mind.
Tossing and turning in bed I soon realized that I wasn’t going to fall asleep again. For those of you that haven’t experienced what it’s like waiting for your wife to come home when you know she’s fucking another guy, it’s pure torture. You can’t sleep, can’t eat, your stomach is in knots, your palms are sweaty, your prick is in an uncomfortable state of constant arousal, it’s drooling pre-cum all over, and your balls literally feel like they weigh 10 lbs each. Time stands still the next morning as you pace around the house attempting to focus on something other than what your wife might be doing at the time. Every time you hear a passing car, you are compelled to look outside and see if it’s her. Then, finally a cab pulls into your driveway with your naughty little slut inside.
It was almost 11:00 before April finally came through the door this particular time. I met her with a loving embrace and a passionate kiss.
“So… How was he?” I asked, impatiently.
April chuckled and instead of answering she simply guided my hand under her dress, between her legs. “So — much — cum…” she whispered.
“Oh babe!” I growled at the touch of my wife’s soaking wet panties. “Can I eat you out?”
“Of course you can.” She said smiling.
I knelt on the floor in front of my naughty wife as she sat on the couch and spread her legs. I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw what was between them.
April’s panties were literally saturated with spunk. As a matter of fact, Darren’s semen had soaked right through her g-string and was all over her ass and thighs.
“Oh my god, babe! There’s so much cum!”
“I know.” She replied. “I’m sure that I’ve never fucked a guy that cums as much as he does. You should have seen my pussy last night – it was soaked.”
April pulled her panties to the side as I moved my face in closer and inhaled the fragrance of her adulterous twat. My wife’s pussy reeked of cum. I was dying to lick her out.
As I lapped away, April described all of the positions, the number of times he came inside of her. (Which was 5, twice the night before and three more times in the morning.) I was astonished by the copious amount of semen that was inside of her and commented on it.
“I know – he came so much, baby. I never really paid attention to it before, but I’m pretty sure that it was the first time I’ve actually felt it when a guy was spurting inside of me.”
Words can’t describe how much that turned me on.
For the next few minutes I kissed and licked Darren’s, and I suppose some of Jason’s spunk from my wife’s swollen, dripping pussy until April stopped me saying that she was too tired to cum, and that she wanted me to do her so she could go get some sleep.
I certainly didn’t have a problem with that. So I lined my straining dick up with her stretched pussy and slid right in. “Oh god, babe! Your pussy feels so good!” I growled.
“Yeah?” she replied. “Is it nice and wet? …Nice and loose?”
I nodded as I began to plunge in and out of her sloppy cunt. For the next 5 minutes April and I kissed and fucked while she told me about fucking Darren’s big cock.
She kept saying that she was dirty and slutty for having fucked three guys in such a short amount of time. She made lewd comments about her pussy being full of a black man’s cum. Even though I’d spent a lot of time eating her out, there was still so much of it that my cock kept slipping out of her yawning vagina. I loved every second of it.
“I can’t believe how much cum there is!” I moaned steering my soaking wet cock back into her loose pussy for the third time.
“I know, baby.” She whispered. “I can feel it running down my ass!”
April then reached down between us and with two fingers scooped up some of the viscous liquid that had run into her ass. She then spread it across one of her nipples. I almost came when I leaned down to lick it off. April repeated this over and over until I couldn’t take it any more.
“Oh babe, I’m going to cum!” I gasped.
April scooped spent jizz from her ass one last time, but instead of smearing it on her chest, she simply stuck her slimy fingers in my mouth. With a huge guttural roar I came violently inside of my wife’s dirty pussy. Spurt after spurt I ejaculated deep and hard until I thought my balls were going to turn inside out.
After I was spent, April and I lay like that for a while until we both fell asleep. Damn it’s good to be married to a hot, slutty wife