Opening the Marriage (8 page)

When we woke in the morning, we found only
six guys still with us. I felt more eager for them than them for
me, which struck me as odd. Cindy and I drained them all twice
before some bitch made us breakfast. I still feel shitty for
thinking this, but I was getting almost bored with all the sex. I
needed something different, something more, something I hadn't had
before. Yet I couldn't think of it. I guess I assumed I would feel
more worn out and begging for mercy, like when Rodney fucked me up
the ass. Now that was the kind of punishment I sought.

It turned out I only had to wait until noon
to get it. For that's when a new carload of guys arrived. All
black, but we had been fucking guys of every color all day. What
was new was the older guy. He didn't look too bright, but I knew he
was something special. He wasn't the tallest or the strongest, but
the three guys with him clearly gave him the most respect. He must
be in his fifties. He had that distinguished goatee thing going for
him and expensive threads. I don't know how a guy like that ended
up here, but I knew instinctively that he came here to fuck me.
Well, instinct and the fucking luggage they towed. I was looking
forward to fucking him.

I pushed the white boys aside to walk up to
him, completely naked. I ignored the three who came with him. I
smiled and held out my arms for a hug. He smiled back and hugged me
so tight he lifted me clear off the floor. So I fucking kissed him
and hoped my mouth didn't taste like cum. He put me down and I
turned around so he could admire my surgically-enhanced body. One
of the other black guys tried to cop a feel, but I slapped his hand
away with a hard whack.

"You can't be first, but you can be next," I
told him. I dropped to my knees and lowered his pants. What I found
scared the hell out of me. Me! The monster in my throat felt at
least 11 inches -- once I sucked it hard. Oh, lordy, I was going to
ride this into the sunset. My pussy got so wet I thought I sat on a
bidet. "Can Rodney join us?"

The room suddenly went silent, until Rodney's
uncle pulled out his phone. "You were right. She wants to do us
both. How soon can you get here?" He turned to me. "It looks like
you can have Rodney during his lunch break, but you can have me all
day. How long have you known?"

"I wondered from the beginning. Real rapists
would have smacked me at least once, and Rodney hasn't called since
this started. Plus, I've found several spy cams around the room,
and real rapists would not record their crime. Cindy certainly
wouldn't have been so eager, either, so I just played along. Did
you give me ecstasy?"

"No. Valium so you wouldn't have a heart
attack. You're not mad?" Cindy asked me.

"Oh, no. I literally asked for it. Just last
week. I just can't believe that Rodney would go to so much trouble
to give me the fantasy of my dreams."

"It took a week to find enough men who
recently tested clean for STD's. Most of these guys I've done in
the past." Cindy blushed. "I know, I know. I'm such a slut. For
what it's worth, most of them paid to fly here just to do you." She
stared at the dick in my hands. "Can I have that after you? That's
the largest cock I have ever seen."

I laughed and dragged the uncle by the dick
to the bed. I laid him down and mounted him slowly. You'd think I
could just slide all the way down, after all the deep dicking I got
in the last 24 hours, but the last half I had to nudge, little by
little. Several guys openly filmed us.

"The last few inches are always the hardest,"
the uncle remarked.

"It all feels pretty hard to me," I joked,
determined to take it all. It took unnaturally long, but that prick
reached depths that no other man has ever touched. Once I had the
entire 11 inches in my pussy, I adjusted my body to make sliding up
and down as easy as possible. After a few tries I found the best
position and had the most breath-taking fuck of my life. Literally,
it was hard to breath with so much cock poking inside me. Then I
came really hard and lost all muscle control. I fell on top of him
and begged him to fuck me.

We got into missionary and he held my legs
wide so those filming this could record my sluttiness. He punched
all 11 inches in and drilled my rig until I had another gusher.
That cleared my head enough for me to gesture to the guy whose hand
I smacked. He came over and I opened my mouth. The fucking mind
reader stuck his dick in and started pounding away. Meanwhile,
Cindy happily did the other two blacks.

Unfortunately, my husband came before my
lovers. Or, more specifically, Rodney told him to meet him here to
show his wife fucking a bunch of strangers.

I didn't know what to do. Jack looked ready
to explode, but not ready to take on very muscular black guys eager
to get off. Since neither of us could talk, I waved at him "hello"
as if I had not just been fucked by a couple dozen men.

"That's my wife you're fucking!" Jack told
Rodney's uncle after a few minutes of silent outrage.

"I know," he replied, without missing a beat.
Indeed, the sight of eleven inches of black meat going in and out
seemed to fascinate him. Like everyone else, I assume he has never
seen a cock so big.

"You should have been here when a dozen guys
covered her with spunk," someone suggested.

The guy fucking my face tried to help out. "I
don't know her name or anything about her, since we just met, but
you are one lucky motherfucker. Few women could fuck so many guys,
then ask for more."

"Will you please stop so I can talk to my
wife?"

"Just a minute. I'm about to cum in her
mouth."

I don't know why that triggered my slut
personality, but I suddenly cupped his balls and started bobbing up
and down on his nob. "Amy!" my husband yelled, but watching him
watch me turned me the fuck on. I now wished he was here the whole
time. Sheeet, I may even let him fuck me. The nameless guy grunted
and I felt the tip of his penis expand. I bobbed faster and he
rewarded me with the first of several shots of sweet fucking spunk,
made to order. I wanted Jack to see, so I pulled out, but aimed the
cock at my open mouth. I even held out my tongue while I jacked him
off. It must have been a long flight from Philly, because he had a
shitload, too. Fucker covered up my entire face! It took me several
minutes scooping all that cum up with my fingers, licking it up and
swallowing it down.

That must have turned on the big guy between
my legs because he began yelling and waving his arms like a flight
deck controller. I looked at Jack as he looked at the massive dick
just as it erupted inside me. Now I was yelling, too.

"Oh, shit, fuck, shit, shit, fuck, shit!"

When I came, I fucking swooned. Good thing I
was already laying down or I would have fallen on my ass. I felt so
lightheaded. My legs trembled like an epileptic and my palms
perspired like a guy jacking off. Oh, I was so going to love
confronting my unfaithful husband.

"Are you okay?" however, was the first thing
he said to me.

"You kidding? I fucked dozens of guys. I'm
doing fucking great." That's when I noticed the tent he pitched in
his pants. It had been weeks since I fucked him. "Jack, please fuck
me like the slut I am."

Men act like they're so bad-ass, but they can
be puppies with a woman they want to fuck. Jack dropped his pants
and stepped up to the plate. He didn't swing the biggest bat, but
he swung the fuck out of it. Not long, but that was understandable.
But, unlike the others, he climbed on top of me, so I fucking
kissed him. And the perv fucking kissed me back, with full tongue.
Oh, shit, I didn't expect that! Here we are, making out like
newlyweds, fucking before several cameras and a dozen guys, and
he's sucking the cum-flavored tongue out of my mouth like that
bitch from Species. I got so into it. I wrapped my legs around him
and pulled him tight. Just as he was about to give me a
tonsillectomy, we came together. My happy pussy muscles grabbed his
cock and helped him spew his juice in me. It was the best sex of
our marriage. When he finished, I pulled him up to suck his cock
clean. The mixture of so many flavors of sperm intoxicated me.

Then I felt something plunge inside me. I
turned my head to see Rodney pulling my body towards him as he
fucked me good and hard. With me still licking the cum of a dozen
men off of my husband's penis. And it felt so good, too. I thought
Jack would get violent, but he got horny instead. His dick grew
hard again and started fucking my mouth as if he wanted to smack my
head off. The two of them whacked me like gangstas. I was in
heaven. Although it took a long time, Rodney came first, then Jack,
and I got the last cum of the day.

Everyone fucking applauded us.

"Cindy?" Jack asked, finally noticing my new
girlfriend.

"Oh, hi Jack. I hope you don't mind, but I've
been fucking your wife."

He didn't know how to respond to that, so I
thought I'd strike first: "Through your emails I discovered you
were fucking around, so I did the same. I know today looks bad, but
I've only been cheating on you for a few weeks, whereas you've been
cheating on me for as long as we've been together."

"Sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Well, that was a very good question. Could I?
"Could you forgive me?" I asked.

"I could forgive you if you can forgive me. I
don't want to divorce. I've always wanted to spend the rest of my
life with you. I want to grow old with you."

Oh, kay. I didn't expect that. "Well, what
about all the outside sex?"

"We're both horn dogs. I can handle it if you
can. You saw how hard I got watching two black guys fuck the hell
out of you. We could have an open marriage. We both get as much as
we want, from others and from each other, but with no more lies.
I'd prefer an open and honest marriage to a closed and dishonest
one."

"Are you fucking serious?" My heart leaped.
Oh. My. God.

"Why don't we talk about it over dinner?" my
husband suggested.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Why not? After all, we're married."

The End

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