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What does it feel like to be the husband of a slut wife? Wanna get a real idea? Then read the story!

I had been working out of town for a couple of weeks and was expected to come home the next day. My phone rang at 10pm. I answered it and it was my wife. We greeted each other she was fine, but missing me very much. She asked me if I was ready to come home and have sex with her. I was very horny and said “Yes”. We had phone sex a couple of times over the last 2 weeks and I was throbbing to get home and get her impaled on my cock. Then she told me how her pussy had tightened up from my cock missing far away. She said that her pussy was missing her fucking boy for so much. I was hard on immediately, imagining how good it was going to be! Damn! Her pussy was well used and not only by me. She was a type of slut wives, and over the last years of our family life she had had several cocks for bang with my approval and participation. It was usual for her not to have sex when I was out for so long, she would usually have sex at the next day of my departure and I knew all of her fuckers. So long abstinence couldn’t hurt her, but I was happy anyway. I knew she loved me and she needed nobody except me. So, no need to be worry. After she knew I was hard on rubbing my cock, imagining the hot, tight pussy waiting for me, she said:

“That’s too bad you won’t be the first to get it. Peter is here waiting to fuck me.” Peter was her first and biggest lover.

He was graced with a horse sized cock, and I knew every time he fucked her she wouldn’t walk over the next day. I begged her not to do it. I begged her to wait until I had her first tomorrow and promised she could fuck him all the week after that. She just laughed and I could hear her tell Peter to fuck her. My chest was pounding, I was breathing hard and my hand wrapped around my throbbing hard cock. She kept the phone in her hand next to her face and I could hear the moans and groans they were each making when he entered her. I listened as they fucked. I wasn’t even jacking my dick, I was just squeezing it to keep from cumming. I was offended! Tears were about to yell up in my eyes, but I managed to hold it on. Between her gasps and moans she was telling me how good he was, how big his cock was and how he was fucking her tight cunt! I was just whining and begging her to stop, but it was too late. I didn’t really want her to stop anyway and she knew it. I just wished I could have been there to see it.

Before long I heard her sounds change and heard him start to make loud grunts too. I realized they were cumming. I also knew she never made her lovers wear condoms like she did it with me. When we had sex, I was always made to use condoms. She got excited when she felt another man’s cum deep in her pussy or a mouth, while she refused my cum. When it was over and they caught their breath she said:

“I am not going to wash my cunt and tomorrow you will have to eat my dirty cunt before I let you fuck me!” Then she dropped the phone and I was left all alone. The next afternoon I was finally in my town. I was even hornier than yesterday, knowing what she had done really turned me on. Her tight slut pussy was waiting for me. My wife met me in the airport. She was wearing a white top and a very short skirt. In her 32 she really looked like some 20 year old cutie, with long black hair, round ass and big boobs. Her legs were long and curvy. She was turning the heads of every man going off the plane. I walked up to her, hugged and kissed her deeply and grabbed her ass! I let her go and looked down at her cleavage and then down her legs all the way to her high heels. She walked ahead of me a few times so I could see her ass sway in her skirt and see the back of her legs down to her heels. Oh God, her back view was making me feel really hot!

We finally finished our way in our car, in the parking lot. When we settled into the car she told me how hurt and sore her feet got because of wearing high heels for me. You know, actually I have a fetish for legs. For heels and women legs. So, when she placed her heels on my laps, I lifted each one, one after another and licked her heels. Then I took her shoes off and proceeded with her feet. She spread her legs so that I had a great view of her crotch! She put one foot in my mouth making me suck on her toes and began rubbing my crotch with another leg at the same time. I saw her white panties and they were already damp. She told me that she had put these panties on last night after Peter fucked her and she hadn’t taken them off since. As her crotch was 2 feet from my face, I could smell her pussy.

“You want to eat my dirty pussy don’t you?” she asked.

Now I was on my verge of excitement, and just moaned in response. I put her one foot to my shoulder, went between her legs and buried my face in her crotch. She held my head there while I imagined what was on the underneath of those dirty, damp panties. She pulled my head up and I began to beg her to let me eat her. She said “No”, teasing me and making me beg for more. She enjoyed having her husband beg to eat her dirty fucked cunt as much as she enjoyed having another man fuck her. It didn’t take much for her to agree. I dove back between her legs and pulled her panties aside. Her pussy was wet, slippery and smelly and she just yelled when my tongue went slowly from her ass to her clit. She let me lick her very carefully and thoroughly. After a couple of minutes of licking and eating, while she kept saying that her pussy was wet and dirty, she began to have an orgasm. She released so much fluid that I had to swallow it several times! At this moment I saw some white mess fluid oozing out of her cunt. I quickly realized it was Peter’s cum oozing out. I started eating her wilder, and this just made her orgasm stronger and harder! My cock was dying for released, my balls were about to explode! I could hardly control myself keeping from fucking her right there, in the car! She stroked me through my pants and told me I would have to wait until we got back home. She left her feet and heels in my lap all the way home and I just rubbed them while she was caressing my bulge.

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