Slut Wife Stories

Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been thinking about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So I wrote the story about the three guys in the Supermarket car park, then the fine tit fucks she gave at her office Christmas do, and lastly the three guys on the back seat of someone's car

I'm now very happily married; I was brought up very strictly by my somewhat older parents, and my experience with sex was restricted to an occasional fumble with the boys from school. When I reached eighteen, my figure had finished filling out; my breasts, I thought, a little too big for my slight frame, but they were firm and didn't sag at all.

Martina's on her tour bus, two hours after finishing a nighttime concert and she's only six months away from giving birth to her second child. Her breasts are full, even hurting, and she's so horny from the concert that she needs help from a horny man.

"What do you want?" he whimpered.
"Shut it," I pushed him stumbling into his living room.
"Don't hurt him," his good wife screamed and she when she came to his aid.
We had chosen this house with care for it far away off the main track to be isolated. The young couple who lived there weren't rich but they wasn't poor either. We had just walked up to the front door and knocked.

I woke up after a few miserable sick days and every woman I came across was now politely and overtly offering me total free use. Or seemingly total, I should say.

Herby's mamma taught Herby all about sex as seen through the eyes of a frigid woman. Herby's wife cheated and Herby rebelled. How about that?