What a time it's been since my experience at the automotive repair shop almost two years ago. The baby was born on time, healthy and very beautiful. We named her Jennifer but call her Jenny. Unlike her older brother Jeff who favors his father, Jenny has my features. It was therefore no surprise that she had blond hair and blue eyes.
It took a few months but I finally got my shape back, although my breasts remained large as a result of nursing Jenny. Hard work and watching my diet did the trick. My libido came back as well. After Jenny was born I lost interest in sex but the interest soon returned and the memories of what all those men did to me had me longing for a repeat performance. John noticed my new friskiness and was very pleased.
The auto shop experience changed me in certain ways. I found myself showing off my body more. John liked this as well. He encouraged me to dress sexier and I obliged him. I proudly told John what my new shape measured, 38DD-25- 36. I told him that I wouldn't complain if he told all his friends and of course he did. I continued to work hard on my body to keep my shape but I was pretty certain that my breast size would shrink once Jenny was weaned. Of course, I knew that I could always get pregnant again. I enjoyed the time I was pregnant with Jenny. Having another child appealed to me.
As a result of my new attitude toward sex and John's appreciation of that new attitude our time in bed was the best since we met. We learned what each other's fantasies were and used those as foreplay to sex. I was quite surprised to learn that John was turned on by the idea of me having sex with other men. Although he didn't say it I found out that he was also turned on by the idea of me being taken by several men at one time. I learned this when I related the story of how I was gang banged at the auto repair shop. Of course, I told the story as if it was my fantasy. I had never before seen him as wild as he was that night. I was afraid that his male parts would never be the same after he emptied what seemed like gallons into my pussy. He tested the spermicide to its limits.
For several weeks after that night, John would ask me to tell him about my gang bang fantasy. Each time I would give him a few more details of the story. He again came buckets when I told him that some of the men were black. Again the spermicide was strained beyond its specifications.
"Babe, the thought of you with a black man just blows me away," he said after an especially intense session of wild intercourse.
"Why," I asked?
"I don't know, I guess its just sort of risky," John replied.
"Why is it risky?"
"You might get pregnant. How would we explain that?"
"It is pretty intense, isn't it?"
"Yeah, and how," John agreed.
"Actually, I wasn't worried about getting pregnant because I already was pregnant," I added without thinking.
"Already pregnant?" John asked with a shocked expression.
I started to say that I was pregnant with Jenny but thought better of it.
"Baby, you are getting kinkier every day," he interrupted. "To think that a blue-eyed blonde married pregnant woman would allow herself to be gang banged by a group of black men. Man that is hot!"
"Well, they weren't all black men," I corrected.
John looked at me funny then said, "You know, this gang bang fantasy of yours sure has a lot of detail. It almost sounds like an experience rather than a fantasy."
The look on my face must have given me away.
"OK, lets have it," John demanded.
I tried to say something but nothing would come out. After a moment I burst into tears afraid that John would be angry and want a divorce. The whole story tumbled out at John's insistence. When I was finished I expected the worst from John but all he said was, "God, I wish I could have been there."
I looked at his face with my blood shot eyes for a clue as to his state of mind. John knew what a horny woman I was but I wasn't sure he could ever forgive a gang bang. When he smiled at me my heart jumped for joy and I hugged my husband tightly.
"You're not mad at me," I asked?
"No baby, I'm turned on," he said. He grabbed my hand and put it on his rock hard cock.
"Thank God," I said. "I would just die if you ever left me."
"Tiff, I will never ever leave you," he said.
I jump on top of my husband kissing and hugging him, grateful that I hadn't lost him. I told him that I loved him so much that I would do anything to make him happy.
John kissed me then said, "What if I asked you to repeat your gang bang so that I could watch or participate."
"I'll do anything for you, baby," was my reply. It was better than I would have ever dreamed. After my experience at the auto shop I knew that I was a slut for multiple cocks. If not for our increased sexual habits since the baby was born I would have certainly been tempted to act out the experience again. Now it seemed that I had my husband's interest and blessing. The question was when and where my next experience would happen.
John's rejuvenated cock managed to worm its way into my gooey pussy once again. We fucked hard for a second time like teenagers. I came twice and John pumped another load into me. Before he came he whispered in my ear, "Imagine that I'm one of your black men about shoot his load into your pussy and this time you aren't already pregnant."
The thought produced a white-hot blinding orgasm that seemed to ripple in waves throughout my body. I quaked and shuddered completely out of control. This pushed John over the edge and as his sperm shot up into me I imagined that he was my black man filling my unprotected womb with his sperm.
After we had calmed down I smiled and said to John, "I sure hope the spermicide is holding out OK or I would be knocked up with a black baby right now."
John just moaned at my lewdness. I teased further, "Perhaps I should stop using the spermicide. What do you think, honey?"
"My god woman, you are driving me insane," he said.
John was hard again. I immediately went down on my wonderful husband and gave him the best blowjob that I could. He was the best and he deserved the best. I sucked his cock for a few moments then removed my mouth to asked, "How do you like your nasty wife now that you know about her dirty past and infidelity?"
John moaned with each outrageous word as my hand continued to stroke his rock hard cock. I was a little concerned about bringing up how I had cheated on him but it seemed to really turn him on.
I sucked the head of his cock for another minute then said "Maybe I'll dress up real slutty one evening and go out looking for men."
John groaned at my statement as I continued to suck him. I could tell he was about to feed me his load.
All it took to finish him off was telling him, "I won't be using any spermicide, of course."
I quickly fastened my mouth around the purple head of his cock and feasted on the delicious sperm squirting into my parched mouth.
For the next several weeks our sex lives blossomed as we explored our new found shared fantasies. The first outgrowth of this was my new wardrobe. John encouraged and even helped me buy new things that as he said, "Enhanced my 'Built to get fucked' body." I agreed with him totally. Often I would stand in front of my floor length mirror and marvel at each curve and orifice knowing that they were perfect for exciting men into painful hardness. My face had that beautiful glow that seemed to yearn for something hard to fill my body. Men looked at my face and body and knew right away that I needed to be fucked.
John and I loved to go out and tease. I teased and John got hard watching. At first we just teased and then John would take me home and fuck the shit out of me. We both knew, however, that sooner or later, I would be fucked by someone else. Neither of us seemed in a big hurry for that. A long build up seemed appropriate and we were having too much fun. I continued to use my spermicide but I teased John that if he continued to pretend to be someone else that I would not use it. He loved this and pretended quite often to be a stranger. When this happened I wouldn't use the spermicide. On days that I was ovulating I would have to tell the stranger that I only fucked my husband. I wasn't ready to get pregnant just yet.
I was getting a bit tired of using the spermicide because of the mess. I told John that maybe condoms would work better. I didn't want to go on the pill because of health concerns. John agreed to try condoms. I don't think he really liked them that much but I did things to turn him on like telling him that I was a slut and whore and that he needed to protect himself from me. He also really went nuts when I made a big production of cleaning his sperm out of the condoms with my tongue. The ultimate was when I did this after he had ass fucked me. If he didn't know before he surely knew then that his precious angel was a very nasty slut.
A second fantasy that we had concerned my heavy breasts and the fact that they always seemed bloated with milk. Little Jenny was a hungry little girl but I think her mother was designed to feed an army of babies. John did his best to assist but he wasn't always around. When we fucked which was at least once a day we ended up completely soaked with my breast milk. I bought a pump to reduce the pressure but it wasn't much fun with a machine sucking the milk out of my tits. I longed for the human touch.
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