Besides being a closeted exhibitionist and bisexual, when I had her confront her bi desires, Sue literally admitted with great hesitation, “Yes, I like pussy. But I love cock.” She blushed and ran off. Later, sharing deeply hidden secrets, she confessed she wanted intimacy with a female friend — even groping her friend’s pussy in a shared sleeping bag on a camping trip when they turned eighteen. Her friend’s rejection left her confused for years.

She then casually took on all cocks that wanted a blow job and let random schoolmates finger her and suck her tits. By the time we met when she was twenty-five, she’d casually fucked twenty cocks and sucked off numerous dozens of others, swallowing all their spew. As I was, and still am, much more conservative than she is, she added to her embarrassed lies by insisting she was modest. Yet, the first day we met, I asked to see the tiny tits that disappointed her, and she stripped for me. What form of modesty was that?

Recognizing that I then didn’t want to share her body with anyone, she took on the persona of modest clothes and behavior. She still flirted with strangers, but allowed little contact. I watched her smile as she rubbed her tits against a stranger’s arm and let him keep rubbing them. Her modesty vanished when she could claim that her exposing her tits or pussy was an accident, beyond her control, or required — as in doing a dare, or losing a bet. While her “modesty” lasted four years into our marriage, I saw she was a frustrated thrill seeker.

After reluctant admissions, I accepted that her lack of thrills was acid in her veins, so I supported her frequently exposing herself. When that wasn’t enough, I helped her meet and fuck some women — alone, as she needed those contacts to be her exclusive “friendships.” I wanted to share them with her, but she wanted that separation.

Now five years into marriage and a year after supporting her need for thrills and pussy, she admitted she needed COCK — a variety of stiff cocks. She had already been lying by meeting women behind my back, so I was sure she would meet strange cock at will, or already had. My choices were to leave her, or accept and support her.

Everything else about us was great, so after some angst, I decided to stay and test if we could stay together. But I insisted on basic rules. When she wanted to fuck a friend, we had to see a recent health check. If she insisted on fucking strangers, she or we, had to inspect him for signs of disease, and we both needed prophylactic medical care within a week. She couldn’t get pregnant, so that was one less concern. She happily agreed.

She began fucking friends and their wives at dinner and gatherings — her concession was usually letting me join her. When she began seeking the greater thrill of fucking strangers in progressively more public places, I believed her addictions compelled her and was with her to help and protect her. She left me wondering how many she’d fucked without telling me. With or without our rules, it became a trust issue. Since I accepted her needs and expected her infidelity, the loss of lost trust was less of a problem than if she fully cheated in a less liberal marriage. How sad.

I decided to arrange dates where she was exposed to others and let them fuck her with me. We went to a nude beach where I watched someone fuck her openly for more than an hour in every opening. The good news — she ignored me, but didn’t taunt me. At an adult dance club, they allowed multiple men to strip her while dancing. They fucked her on the dance floor, often DPing her with another. We were fucking in a public park once when a couple found us, then stripped and joined us. He fucked her ass while she ate his wife, then I ate his wife’s ass while fucking my wife, Sue. We even went Dogging a few times, and I watched multiple men fill her mouth and pussy. A few filled her ass too, and some slurped the fresh cum.