THEN - Sometimes things just work out in life. My wife and I came to each other by the miracle called the Internet. I write porn; she read it, and just as it excites me to write it, so it excited her to read my stories, enhancing her masturbation as was the intent of my work. Fortunately, what I wrote excited her enough to have her write to me and tell me. I wrote back, we began to correspond nightly, and we fell in lust, first, then in love. She gave me her phone number, I called her, and our correspondence quickly turned into phone sex. We shared everything, held back nothing, had no secrets between us, so by the time we finally moved in together she knew all about my bisexual adventures in porn theaters and glory hole booths, just as I knew about her threesomes and freely given blow jobs performed on strangers in the swing clubs her ex took her to.

NOW – After living together for three years we made our relationship official and were married in a quick ceremony in our local city hall. Not that it changed anything. The life we formed together was centered on two foundations ... love, and lust, in equal parts. She long since had accepted my need for cock, and she relished my love of sucking the cum from strangers out of her pussy after she’d let yet another strange cock fuck her, and I trusted her enough to never confuse her fucking other men with anything more than mere sport fucking, never love. “How did I get so lucky?” she often asked me. “You not only are not upset by me fucking other men, you encourage it. And you greedily suck their cum from my cunt when I come home to you with the latest load of another man’s cum deposited there, knowing how much I adore my pussy sucked, especially right after I’ve been fucked. How many women on this Earth can say that about their husbands,” she’ll say, kissing and hugging me as she tells me once again how much she loves me for providing her with our bizarre lifestyle.

“And how many women will willingly fuck other men, knowing their husbands are home waiting to eagerly suck the cum from their cunts rather than being upset or angry about being ‘betrayed’ by their cheating wives?” I reply.

And so it goes. Ours is not a lifestyle for everyone ... far from it ... and yet for us, it is perfect. Take last night, for example. Clare had called to tell me she’d be home late again.

“Are you going to fuck him?” I asked, referring to the man for whom she works.

“Yes!” Clare said, excited. “And he has a client coming into town for whom my ‘talents’ will most likely be required to help close a big sale.”

“So another bonus coming our way for you being a whore for him again?”

“YES!” my wife hissed, excited. “Think about it, darling,” she gushed. “Lots of extra creamy cum for you, my love, as well as more money for us,” she said.

“No condoms, Clare,” I said, stroking my hardening cock.

“Never, darling. Wait up for me. I’ll have a nice big slimy dessert for you,” she said, then blew me a kiss and hung up.

I fixed myself a quick dinner, then went up to our bedroom. Undressing, I hung my trousers up, then opened my lingerie drawer, selecting a pair of mint green panties and black fishnet stockings. Pulling the silky panties Clare had bought for me up over my balls I slid my cock through the hole I’d cut in them for that purpose. Then just before I got into bed I fished around in our dirty cloths hamper and selected a pair of Clare’s damp panties, the ones she’d worn playing tennis the day before. Holding them to my nostrils I inhaled the aroma of her sweat mingled with pussy juice, detecting the slightly acrid scent of a few pee droplets left there for me at my request as well. Clare knows I am a kinky perv, and as I’ve requested, she no longer ever wipes her pussy after she pees, instead just pulling her panties back up so I can sniff and suck her wetness from the panties I use for masturbating. Then I got into bed and turned on our TV and sound system, searching for and finding the videos I’d downloaded of other husbands like me, men who share my enjoyment of sucking cock and eating cum from their wife’s freshly fucked cunts. I lay back then and began watching the videos as I coated my cock with my jerkoff lube, Vaseline mixed with creamy baby oil, a slick, yet thick lube that allows my fingers to easily glide over my hard cock and which lasts a long time, allowing me to edge for hours, as I would be doing that night.

On screen a husband was sucking a cock as the husband’s wife lie in bed masturbating and watching it, her excitement evident. “Get him nice and hard for me, baby,” the wife instructed. “I like when you bring me young ones like this guy.”

“Hmmm,” the husband replied, his fingers gently fondling the balls of the man he was sucking. Then, when the young guy’s cock was rock hard the husband guided the man over to his wife lying now with her legs spread and lips of her wet pussy held open.