Sharing My Cunt
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Slutwife4life
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group sex
We were laying in bed after a fairly energetic fuck and I commented how out of breath my husband was. He was so winded that he wasn’t able to respond for a couple of minutes. When he was able to speak he said, “I am doing most of the heavy lifting, and look at how sweaty you are and all you had to do was lay on your back.”
You arrogant son of a bitch, I thought to myself. I told him, “I may have broken a bit of a sweat, but for your information, most of this sweat on me came from you. I could go ten more rounds and still not be half as worn out as you.” To which he replied by saying, “Bullshit.”
His attitude was beginning to piss me off a little bit and that may be why I said, “Well there is no way to prove it to you because after you put in your ten or fifteen minutes of fucking you are pretty much a done deal. So you’ll just have to take my word for it that I can outfuck you by a long mile” I think I might have hit a nerve with that statement because he didn’t respond. I muttered the next sentence quietly to myself thinking he wouldn’t be able to hear me over the sound of his heavy breathing so I was a bit surprised when he said, “What was that you said?”
I replied, “Nothing, nevermind.”
He said, “Just tell me what you said. It must have been something you felt needed saying or you wouldn’t have bothered to mutter it to yourself. So, what is it? Or are you afraid to say it now?” I looked at him and thought this could escalate into an argument and that was the last thing I felt like doing so I said, “It was nothing, let’s just forget it.” And then he called me a chicken shit. So I said, “Chickenshit huh, alright if you want to know what I muttered to myself I will tell you. I said, ``There actually is a way to prove I have superior stamina but your fragile little ego couldn’t handle it.” He said, “Really, then tell me how you could prove it and let me worry about my ego.”
I said, “It could be proven by you fucking me until you can’t fuck anymore and then a roomful of guys can fuck the shit out of me until I can’t take anymore. Although that could be all night or possibly the entire weekend.” Then I saw my husband's dick get instantly hard again. I reached down and grabbed it and it wasn’t just stiff, it was rock hard and throbbing. I had never felt his dick that hard before and the look in his eyes was one of unbridled lust. I said, “Well, well, well, it appears you like the idea of your wife fucking and sucking a roomful of cocks. Wouldn’t that be hot? All those hard cocks filling my holes and covering me head to toe with all their hot cum. Oh yes, you’d see what a filthy little whore I really am.”
That is when he blasted a load of cum out of the end of his dick that was at least double the amount he usually is capable of. It shot up with a force with most of it splashing across my face and getting in my eyes. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom to wipe the cum out of my stinging eyes and when I returned he was furiously jacking off his still hard cock so I climbed on top of him and started pumping my cunt up and down on it. I fucked him as hard as I could and all the while I talked dirty about fucking and sucking other men one after the other. I actually was surprised at how easy the filthy scenarios came to me and how detailed and graphic my nasty talking was. We fucked and fucked for about half an hour nonstop and it was easily the best sex we had ever had.
When we had finished we were both covered in sweat and I too was now panting hard to catch my breath. Then he said, “Would you really be willing to be gangbanged?” I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t making an accusation, it was clear that he liked the idea so I said, “If it will get you to fuck me like you just did, I would take on a whole football team. Is that what you want? To see your wife used like a dirty whore?”
He said, “It isn’t something I have ever really thought of before but after hearing you say that stuff I really don’t think that there is anything hotter. Not even close.”
So I said, “Alright, then go ahead and set something up and I will offer up my slutty little fuckholes to anybody that you want me to. But I have one requirement, it can’t be anybody we know. You have to promise me that you won’t invite any of our friends to fuck me. I don’t need people we know to witness what an insatiable cockslut I turn into when working multiple cocks.”
He said, “How do you know how you’ll react? Have you been gangfucked in the past?”
I said, “I am not going to answer any questions about this. If you want it to happen then set it up and after you have seen me get fucked by other guys then I will answer any question you have. But only after it happens and not before.”
And I stuck to it. Every evening I would just inquire if he had found any guys to fuck me yet. He would say that he had a few prospects but it wasn’t as easy as you’d think. Then he would try to pry out information about my prior sex life but I wouldn’t budge and I remained silent.
This continued for close to a month and I was getting frustrated. I tried not to let on that I wanted this to happen as much or even more than my husband did. Finely, I asked how he was going about the process of cock recruitment and he told me he had posted a classified but the responses were few and the guys who responded didn’t seem serious and would very likely not show up.
I asked to see the classified and it was pretty clear why it was failing to generate much interest. It was boring. I read it out loud to him. “Married white couple looking for men for Wife”
I said that is about as dull and unimaginative as it gets. Hand me that pen and I will write out something more appropriate. I sat at the table and within five minutes I had written it.
Married White Cockwhore needs lots of hard cock. I am looking for about a dozen large cocked studs to pump their meat into my three hungry holes as my husband watches or holds my legs open for you. Will accept singles or pre-formed groups. I am 100% real and just want to share my cunt, mouth, and asshole with hot hard studs. C’mon and fuck me guys, I need it!
I handed it to my husband to read and said, "If we include a few action shots it should help boost the response. What do you think?” When I looked over at my husband he was jacking off while reading what I had written. I said, “So, what do you think about a few pictures to go along with it?” He distractedly answered, “Yes, that would be good. We have those of you sunbathing in that micro bikini. Those are hot.”
I said, “Those are too tame for what we are asking. Look, if I have to do the work to get this thing going then so be it, but I don’t want any objections from you. Give me a half-hour to shower and get dressed then we are going on a little road trip for the day.” I could hear him asking what I had in mind as I walked out of the room. It took a bit longer than 30 minutes but when I walked back into the room his jaw dropped. I was wearing a pair of white knee-high boots over some pink thigh high fishnet stockings. The kind that has a vinyl strip at the top to hold them up without garter belts. I had on a tiny white skirt that just came down far enough to cover my twat if I was standing straight up. If I bent over or lifted a leg slightly I would be exposed to the world. For a top I had an old wife-beater tank top of my husband’s that I had cut off about midway to show my tight flat stomach and I had written the word, Cockslut across the front of it with red lipstick. The tank top was so old and worn out that you could clearly see my tits through it. I said, “Does this outfit look slutty enough?” He was dumbfounded and just stared at me with his mouth open. I said, “How about now?” and I dropped into a squat with my legs spread wide and said, “I chose to go without panties because I don’t want all this oil to rub off of my freshly shaved cunt. Look how shiny and smooth it looks. Do you like it? Or more importantly, will they like it?”
I pushed him out of the house and into the car and told him to drive south on the freeway and to keep his eyes on the road. I didn’t need him getting us in an accident. He asked where we were going and I told him we were going to take some pictures and to just keep driving south. I then pulled a camera out of my bag and a couple of dildos I have that I had kept secret. He said, “So you are going to use toys in the photos?” and I replied, ``These are tools and I need to use them to prepare for the photoshoot.” Then I placed my boot-covered feet on the dashboard and worked the rubber dicks into my bald oily pussy and asshole and by the time we got to San Diego county both holes were very pliable. We didn’t speak much for that hour and a half drive but when we saw the sign for Camp Pendleton I said, “Take that off-ramp and turn left.” He said, “Isn’t this close to where you grew up?”
I didn’t answer his question as my head was full of the nastiest memories. It had me so wound up and horny that I started to think this was a mistake. My husband had no clue as to what I was about to do and to be honest nor did I. I told my husband to pull into the parking lot of a seedy little motel. When he had parked the car I handed him the camera and pulled three blank memory sticks from my purse and gave them to him and said, “Okay, the first thing is I want to tell you that I love you and no matter what happens that fact will still be true tomorrow. Now I need you to get us a room here at this motel and then meet me in that bar over there across the street and don’t forget the camera. I want these photos to be natural looking so I won’t be doing poses per se. When you get to the bar just snap away, there is no need to even tell me where you are taking the photo from. There is enough memory on those sticks for thousands of photos and you can switch it over to video if you see something you like.”
He said, “What I would really like is to get the hell out of here. This motel looks dirty and that bar looks like it is full of Jarheads from Camp Pendleton.”
I said, “You’re right on both counts. This motel is indeed dirty, and it is about to get even more filthy. And that bar is full of Jarheads from Camp Pendleton and I, just like that bar, also plan to be full of Jarheads from Camp Pendleton.” Then without another word I spread my legs and used my abdomen muscles to push the two rubber dildos out of my holes then I opened the car door and headed for the bar across the street. I had only made it to the sidewalk when a car pulled up to the curb blocking my way. I looked back at my husband then back at the passenger window of the car blocking me as it rolled down. The guy inside asked me how much for a fuck. Loud enough for my husband to hear I said to him, “Excuse me but I am a happily married woman, not a hooker. I would never sell my pussy to strangers. However, I am going to that bar across the street to give it away for free to whoever wants to fuck it. I am so horny right now I’ll give you a sample feel” then I stood up straight and pulled my skirt up and almost came when the driver of the car began to finger fuck me. After a few minutes, I lifted my hot hungry twat off the guy's fingers and said that maybe I would see him in the bar and walked across the street without looking back at my husband.
I looked into the bar from outside the doors. I had fucked hundreds of cocks at that motel across the street when I was a teenager but I was too young to be allowed in the bar back then. I got a little frightened when I realized that the place was packed. The sign next to the door said maximum occupancy 200. It was still daylight and the place was jam-packed full. Which was rather apropos as that is what I came here for, to get myself jam-packed full of hard young cock. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. Coming into the dark bar from the sunny daylight made me blind for a moment and when my eyes were adjusting I noticed that the place had become rather quiet and when I could see again I realized everyone was staring at me. I looked down and saw that I was holding my tiny skirt up exposing my shiny bald cunt. I looked around and didn’t see any other women in the bar. Then somebody yelled, “Hey sexy, can I buy you a drink? How about a shot?”
I answered, “Yes, that is what I am here for. I would like 200 shots of hot cum, do you think you guys can help me out?”
Instantly the bar burst out loud with cheers and lewd remarks and I was lifted up off my feet and my cunt and asshole were roughly fingered and not long after those fingers were replaced with cocks and I feverishly fucked sucked and stroked every cock offered to me. I never made it to the motel and it wasn’t until 4:30 in the morning when I saw my husband again. He informed me that he had been there the entire time taking pictures and shooting video and he said that he had already fucked me four different times throughout the night. He said I was so cock crazy and cum drunk that he had a feeling I didn’t know I was fucking him.
He asked me if I wanted to go home now and I said “I want to spend the rest of the night in that motel room and tell you about all the nasty things I did when I was younger and I’ll answer any questions you may have.”
He said, “That sounds good to me but all my questions have been answered. You are a dirty little whore and I love it.”
I said, “I was a dirty little whore a long time ago but when we met I stopped doing those things. But honey, I have to be honest, after what I did today I can’t go back to being a faithful housewife. The genie is back out of the bottle and doesn’t want to go back in. So I was thinking that tomorrow maybe we could go looking for a house to buy in this neighborhood. One that was close enough for a little pantiless married slut to walk here during the day when her husband was at work.”
He said, “Yes, we can. This is my dream come true. I love you more than ever you little slut!”
I just smiled and thought about all the hard cock I will be fucking from now on. As we crossed the street to the motel I said to him, “Honey, I’m curious. Do you still doubt me when I say I have more sexual stamina than you?”
You arrogant son of a bitch, I thought to myself. I told him, “I may have broken a bit of a sweat, but for your information, most of this sweat on me came from you. I could go ten more rounds and still not be half as worn out as you.” To which he replied by saying, “Bullshit.”
His attitude was beginning to piss me off a little bit and that may be why I said, “Well there is no way to prove it to you because after you put in your ten or fifteen minutes of fucking you are pretty much a done deal. So you’ll just have to take my word for it that I can outfuck you by a long mile” I think I might have hit a nerve with that statement because he didn’t respond. I muttered the next sentence quietly to myself thinking he wouldn’t be able to hear me over the sound of his heavy breathing so I was a bit surprised when he said, “What was that you said?”
I replied, “Nothing, nevermind.”
He said, “Just tell me what you said. It must have been something you felt needed saying or you wouldn’t have bothered to mutter it to yourself. So, what is it? Or are you afraid to say it now?” I looked at him and thought this could escalate into an argument and that was the last thing I felt like doing so I said, “It was nothing, let’s just forget it.” And then he called me a chicken shit. So I said, “Chickenshit huh, alright if you want to know what I muttered to myself I will tell you. I said, ``There actually is a way to prove I have superior stamina but your fragile little ego couldn’t handle it.” He said, “Really, then tell me how you could prove it and let me worry about my ego.”
I said, “It could be proven by you fucking me until you can’t fuck anymore and then a roomful of guys can fuck the shit out of me until I can’t take anymore. Although that could be all night or possibly the entire weekend.” Then I saw my husband's dick get instantly hard again. I reached down and grabbed it and it wasn’t just stiff, it was rock hard and throbbing. I had never felt his dick that hard before and the look in his eyes was one of unbridled lust. I said, “Well, well, well, it appears you like the idea of your wife fucking and sucking a roomful of cocks. Wouldn’t that be hot? All those hard cocks filling my holes and covering me head to toe with all their hot cum. Oh yes, you’d see what a filthy little whore I really am.”
That is when he blasted a load of cum out of the end of his dick that was at least double the amount he usually is capable of. It shot up with a force with most of it splashing across my face and getting in my eyes. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom to wipe the cum out of my stinging eyes and when I returned he was furiously jacking off his still hard cock so I climbed on top of him and started pumping my cunt up and down on it. I fucked him as hard as I could and all the while I talked dirty about fucking and sucking other men one after the other. I actually was surprised at how easy the filthy scenarios came to me and how detailed and graphic my nasty talking was. We fucked and fucked for about half an hour nonstop and it was easily the best sex we had ever had.
When we had finished we were both covered in sweat and I too was now panting hard to catch my breath. Then he said, “Would you really be willing to be gangbanged?” I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t making an accusation, it was clear that he liked the idea so I said, “If it will get you to fuck me like you just did, I would take on a whole football team. Is that what you want? To see your wife used like a dirty whore?”
He said, “It isn’t something I have ever really thought of before but after hearing you say that stuff I really don’t think that there is anything hotter. Not even close.”
So I said, “Alright, then go ahead and set something up and I will offer up my slutty little fuckholes to anybody that you want me to. But I have one requirement, it can’t be anybody we know. You have to promise me that you won’t invite any of our friends to fuck me. I don’t need people we know to witness what an insatiable cockslut I turn into when working multiple cocks.”
He said, “How do you know how you’ll react? Have you been gangfucked in the past?”
I said, “I am not going to answer any questions about this. If you want it to happen then set it up and after you have seen me get fucked by other guys then I will answer any question you have. But only after it happens and not before.”
And I stuck to it. Every evening I would just inquire if he had found any guys to fuck me yet. He would say that he had a few prospects but it wasn’t as easy as you’d think. Then he would try to pry out information about my prior sex life but I wouldn’t budge and I remained silent.
This continued for close to a month and I was getting frustrated. I tried not to let on that I wanted this to happen as much or even more than my husband did. Finely, I asked how he was going about the process of cock recruitment and he told me he had posted a classified but the responses were few and the guys who responded didn’t seem serious and would very likely not show up.
I asked to see the classified and it was pretty clear why it was failing to generate much interest. It was boring. I read it out loud to him. “Married white couple looking for men for Wife”
I said that is about as dull and unimaginative as it gets. Hand me that pen and I will write out something more appropriate. I sat at the table and within five minutes I had written it.
Married White Cockwhore needs lots of hard cock. I am looking for about a dozen large cocked studs to pump their meat into my three hungry holes as my husband watches or holds my legs open for you. Will accept singles or pre-formed groups. I am 100% real and just want to share my cunt, mouth, and asshole with hot hard studs. C’mon and fuck me guys, I need it!
I handed it to my husband to read and said, "If we include a few action shots it should help boost the response. What do you think?” When I looked over at my husband he was jacking off while reading what I had written. I said, “So, what do you think about a few pictures to go along with it?” He distractedly answered, “Yes, that would be good. We have those of you sunbathing in that micro bikini. Those are hot.”
I said, “Those are too tame for what we are asking. Look, if I have to do the work to get this thing going then so be it, but I don’t want any objections from you. Give me a half-hour to shower and get dressed then we are going on a little road trip for the day.” I could hear him asking what I had in mind as I walked out of the room. It took a bit longer than 30 minutes but when I walked back into the room his jaw dropped. I was wearing a pair of white knee-high boots over some pink thigh high fishnet stockings. The kind that has a vinyl strip at the top to hold them up without garter belts. I had on a tiny white skirt that just came down far enough to cover my twat if I was standing straight up. If I bent over or lifted a leg slightly I would be exposed to the world. For a top I had an old wife-beater tank top of my husband’s that I had cut off about midway to show my tight flat stomach and I had written the word, Cockslut across the front of it with red lipstick. The tank top was so old and worn out that you could clearly see my tits through it. I said, “Does this outfit look slutty enough?” He was dumbfounded and just stared at me with his mouth open. I said, “How about now?” and I dropped into a squat with my legs spread wide and said, “I chose to go without panties because I don’t want all this oil to rub off of my freshly shaved cunt. Look how shiny and smooth it looks. Do you like it? Or more importantly, will they like it?”
I pushed him out of the house and into the car and told him to drive south on the freeway and to keep his eyes on the road. I didn’t need him getting us in an accident. He asked where we were going and I told him we were going to take some pictures and to just keep driving south. I then pulled a camera out of my bag and a couple of dildos I have that I had kept secret. He said, “So you are going to use toys in the photos?” and I replied, ``These are tools and I need to use them to prepare for the photoshoot.” Then I placed my boot-covered feet on the dashboard and worked the rubber dicks into my bald oily pussy and asshole and by the time we got to San Diego county both holes were very pliable. We didn’t speak much for that hour and a half drive but when we saw the sign for Camp Pendleton I said, “Take that off-ramp and turn left.” He said, “Isn’t this close to where you grew up?”
I didn’t answer his question as my head was full of the nastiest memories. It had me so wound up and horny that I started to think this was a mistake. My husband had no clue as to what I was about to do and to be honest nor did I. I told my husband to pull into the parking lot of a seedy little motel. When he had parked the car I handed him the camera and pulled three blank memory sticks from my purse and gave them to him and said, “Okay, the first thing is I want to tell you that I love you and no matter what happens that fact will still be true tomorrow. Now I need you to get us a room here at this motel and then meet me in that bar over there across the street and don’t forget the camera. I want these photos to be natural looking so I won’t be doing poses per se. When you get to the bar just snap away, there is no need to even tell me where you are taking the photo from. There is enough memory on those sticks for thousands of photos and you can switch it over to video if you see something you like.”
He said, “What I would really like is to get the hell out of here. This motel looks dirty and that bar looks like it is full of Jarheads from Camp Pendleton.”
I said, “You’re right on both counts. This motel is indeed dirty, and it is about to get even more filthy. And that bar is full of Jarheads from Camp Pendleton and I, just like that bar, also plan to be full of Jarheads from Camp Pendleton.” Then without another word I spread my legs and used my abdomen muscles to push the two rubber dildos out of my holes then I opened the car door and headed for the bar across the street. I had only made it to the sidewalk when a car pulled up to the curb blocking my way. I looked back at my husband then back at the passenger window of the car blocking me as it rolled down. The guy inside asked me how much for a fuck. Loud enough for my husband to hear I said to him, “Excuse me but I am a happily married woman, not a hooker. I would never sell my pussy to strangers. However, I am going to that bar across the street to give it away for free to whoever wants to fuck it. I am so horny right now I’ll give you a sample feel” then I stood up straight and pulled my skirt up and almost came when the driver of the car began to finger fuck me. After a few minutes, I lifted my hot hungry twat off the guy's fingers and said that maybe I would see him in the bar and walked across the street without looking back at my husband.
I looked into the bar from outside the doors. I had fucked hundreds of cocks at that motel across the street when I was a teenager but I was too young to be allowed in the bar back then. I got a little frightened when I realized that the place was packed. The sign next to the door said maximum occupancy 200. It was still daylight and the place was jam-packed full. Which was rather apropos as that is what I came here for, to get myself jam-packed full of hard young cock. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. Coming into the dark bar from the sunny daylight made me blind for a moment and when my eyes were adjusting I noticed that the place had become rather quiet and when I could see again I realized everyone was staring at me. I looked down and saw that I was holding my tiny skirt up exposing my shiny bald cunt. I looked around and didn’t see any other women in the bar. Then somebody yelled, “Hey sexy, can I buy you a drink? How about a shot?”
I answered, “Yes, that is what I am here for. I would like 200 shots of hot cum, do you think you guys can help me out?”
Instantly the bar burst out loud with cheers and lewd remarks and I was lifted up off my feet and my cunt and asshole were roughly fingered and not long after those fingers were replaced with cocks and I feverishly fucked sucked and stroked every cock offered to me. I never made it to the motel and it wasn’t until 4:30 in the morning when I saw my husband again. He informed me that he had been there the entire time taking pictures and shooting video and he said that he had already fucked me four different times throughout the night. He said I was so cock crazy and cum drunk that he had a feeling I didn’t know I was fucking him.
He asked me if I wanted to go home now and I said “I want to spend the rest of the night in that motel room and tell you about all the nasty things I did when I was younger and I’ll answer any questions you may have.”
He said, “That sounds good to me but all my questions have been answered. You are a dirty little whore and I love it.”
I said, “I was a dirty little whore a long time ago but when we met I stopped doing those things. But honey, I have to be honest, after what I did today I can’t go back to being a faithful housewife. The genie is back out of the bottle and doesn’t want to go back in. So I was thinking that tomorrow maybe we could go looking for a house to buy in this neighborhood. One that was close enough for a little pantiless married slut to walk here during the day when her husband was at work.”
He said, “Yes, we can. This is my dream come true. I love you more than ever you little slut!”
I just smiled and thought about all the hard cock I will be fucking from now on. As we crossed the street to the motel I said to him, “Honey, I’m curious. Do you still doubt me when I say I have more sexual stamina than you?”
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