Cum Sluts Anonymous
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Cream Pie, Slow,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Fighting an addiction.
I sat there next to my wife and listened to people introduce themselves, admit their addictions, tell their stories and I wondered why I was there. The stories being told were all similar to mine. The major difference was that I didn't consider that I had a problem; maybe Brenda did, but I didn't. True, I did love the taste of cum delivered directly from my wife's pussy to my mouth and yes, I did encourage her to go out with other guys and let herself be filled to the brim so she could bring it home to me, but so what? I liked it! And Brenda sure didn't seem to mind helping me get what I wanted. In fact, it was because she was already out there getting it that I found out that I liked it.
Like most men in a secure and happy marriage I stumbled along without a care in the world. Brenda was a wonderful wife and mother, a great cook and a fantastic lover. Our sex life was superb, at least in my mind. Brenda was a very sexy lady and she got hit on all the time, but for years I had watched her ward off advances with a smile and I was secure in the knowledge that she was mine. And then one day I found out that she wasn't. Mine maybe, but definitely not all mine.
I know it sounds like a cliché, but I found out the way most husbands do; an unexpected trip home during the day, a strange car in the drive, sounds of passion from the upstairs bedroom, a stranger scrambling to get his pants on and a confrontation with the naked, sweating wife. A naked sweaty wife who looked so damned sexy lying there, legs spread, cunt lips puffy and wet and nipples erect that I stepped out of my pants and fell on her. The sex was intense and Brenda came twice before I erupted into her.
The story was simple; I was a great lover, but I wasn't enough to fill her needs. No matter how much I fucked her she still needed more. She loved me, hadn't wanted to hurt me, but she needed cock and lots of it. I was a better fuck than most all of her lovers, but she needed quantity as much as quality. Regardless of the fact that she was praising me (even as she said I wasn't enough for her) my ego still took a battering. I finally asked her if there wasn't something that I could consider 'my own' and she said, "You are the only one who eats my pussy and you know how much I love that."
I went down on her and discovered that even though her lover's cum was diluted with mine I still loved the taste. That was the beginning. Brenda and I reached an accommodation; she could fuck whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted, as long as she called me and let me know so I could rush home and eat her pussy.