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Freshly out of the military and 21 I knew I had to get a good job and was looking in earnest. My finances were OK but not finite so I was in conservation mode and because I was my social life was all but non-existent. Luckily there was a cheap movie theater within walking distance. I went to a couple of times a week and after I would go to an all-night diner, sit at the counter nursing my coffee and watch the world go by. Then she walked in and my life, whichever way it was going, would never be the same.

She was very pretty, a natural blonde, fresh and wholesome looking and she sat down cross-corner from me at the counter and smiled. She was wearing a skirt and V neck sweater which she filled out perfectly. I learned later she was five-feet-seven-inches and one-hundred-and-twenty-five-to-thirty-pounds, the perfect body for me.

I struck up a conversation and it went very well. I learned she just turned eighteen and just graduated high school and was working in a buffet restaurant and had just gotten off work. After talking for about an hour or so, we agreed to meet the next evening.

Lying in bed that night, I could hardly get to sleep she affected me so much. The next evening she was there right on time and sat next to me. I was in very good spirits learning I had just landed a very good job and would start the next day. After a couple more evenings, I began to walk her to her bus stop and one evening I kissed her before the bus came. It was a long kiss and remained on my lips for hours before I fell asleep.

My first day on the job was a struggle to keep my mind at work and not on her. At the end of the day, I sat in my room watching my clock until it was time to go meet her. And so it went, except for her days off which were agonizingly long. One day she asked if I would like to meet her parents, apparently, I was the first boyfriend she had kept for more than a week.

I’m not sure when I fell in love with her but when I finally told her she jumped on me and showered me with kisses telling me how much she loved me. Ever since I was sixteen, I had little trouble having sex with girls I dated but with her, she wouldn’t let me touch her until we were married. It did make me uneasy because of an old adage I had in my head for years about trying the shoe on before buying it but I loved her so much I didn’t care.

After a few months, we got married and her body naked was more than my mind imagined. Perfect C cup tits and her upper body flowed smoothly into her waist and on through her hips and down her legs. A more beautiful body I never saw, at least in my mind. She picked up sex very quickly and loved to suck and fuck me silly as often as she could.

After a few months, my company wanted me to transfer to my home state and city and she took it as an adventure. Little did I know how disastrous that would be. After moving, we lived well in a new six-unit apartment, three above and three below and all the other tenants were in our same age bracket. Sandy worked as a receptionist and we had a good life. One day, some tenants got up a party, and all were invited including some friends of some of the tenants. The party was on a Friday night and while I didn’t work weekends, the boss wanted a few to come in for a special project with overtime the next day.

A couple of hours during the party, one girl was having trouble with her boyfriend and I talked with her awhile trying to calm her down. We were in her and her roommate’s apartment and anyone could have come by to see us talking but when my wife asked if anyone had seen me, some asshole said I was fucking some girl in another apartment. Mind you he didn’t know and didn’t care he thought he was just being funny, or so he said later.

Morning came around and I went to work sans sleep but instead of being gone all day, it was only half a day so I got home early. A friend standing outside waiting for me said I shouldn’t go into my apartment which compelled me to go in. I found my wife sleeping soundly next to guess who, the same jerk who told her I was fucking another girl. I was both angry and devastated; my entire world just came crashing down. Sandy was angry as she told me she cheated because I did. I helped the guy tell her the truth and I also had the girl I talked to tell her that nothing happened.

Now she was panicked and said she loved me and was so, so sorry and didn’t want to lose the life we’d built together but I was inconsolable and kicked her out. A few weeks went by but I would not budge and told her to file for divorce which she eventually did because I signed the papers. My life went south and so did I, literally, to another state as I tried to escape the pain. But in a couple of years, I came back home and put my life back together, bought a house and remarried again four years after Sandy. During that marriage, we became swingers which may sound strange given the infidelity of my first wife but I had learned there was a world of difference between the two dynamics.

Marriage to my second wife was an impulse that shouldn’t have happened as we were actually just friends and let it go further but we parted on good terms and we remain, friends, today. Being unattached in the swinging world is a whole different ball game as single men aren’t as welcome as married men but I struggled on still in good stead with my friends. One Friday afternoon as I busied myself doing housework the doorbell rang and when I opened the door four or five emotions must have hit me at once. They're framed in the sunlight behind her was Sandy, ya THAT Sandy.

Don’t leave yet the good part is just around the corner!

She asked if we could talk which jerked me out of my shock and I invited her in. Nearly twenty years on and she looked like she did when we parted, the years barely noticeable on her face. We engaged in a little small talk as I looked her over head to toe. She still had the same figure despite having had a child who has lived with his father for the last couple of years.

Her dress fit her body like a glove, flowing down over her still perky looking tits and flared out below her hips ending maybe six inches above her knees. Her legs were as picturesque as ever perfectly sculpted down to her low heels. Memories long gone began flooding back, more so the good rather than the bad.

After a somewhat lengthy pause, she asked if I ever got the divorce. In disbelief, I said, “YOU got the divorce... I signed the papers, so what are you talking about?"

“I never filed them so I thought you did because you got married again."

“Ya, but I got divorced too and anyway how did you know?"

“An attorney friend of mine found out for me."

I asked why she never filed them and she said she didn’t know and by the time she decided to do it the filing deadline expired. Another pause; “So we’re still married?"

“It looks like.”

We chatted a bit about that and moved on to what she had been doing. It seems she moved from man to man living with one then another and none of them the right one. She got pregnant by a guy she met shortly after we split up and she worried how it would affect her son, having different men around. But he had a good relationship with his dad who also rose to his responsibilities. She said her son thrived with no ill effects with her “men hopping." She also said that living with so many different men made her much better at sex as if giving me her resume`. I told her she was never bad at sex, just inexperienced.

She was quiet a minute and finally said, “I do have something to tell you, I don’t want to but you need to know."

What’s that?"

“The time you caught me wasn’t the only time."

“No?" I said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“There were five times in total,” She said hanging her head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it, it was like I was driven or something." I waited for my anger to rise but it didn’t. I guess having been a swinger with my previous wife my mind had changed and I saw things differently, not so black and white. I have a galley kitchen and we had been standing there drinking coffee as we talked, her leaning against the stove and me against the opposite counter not more than three feet away.

I must have pushed stop, changed eyes and pushed play again because I began looking at her differently. I remembered her body, the feel of her skin, the kiss of her lips, the firm suppleness of her tits, succulent nipples and her sweet little pussy. My mind remembered fucking her and my dick began to get hard and harder. She noticed, and a tiny smile grew on her lips.

“So what’s on your mind?"

“Huh? Nothing," I lied.

“Uh-huh, well your nothing seems to be growing."

I laughed, “You sure noticed quickly enough and I see your nipples are hard through your dress."

“That’s not all that’s hard." Everything that had happened in the past seemed to fade away and the only thing in the world was what was happening right then. My little head had taken over and I was a slave to its desire.

“Are you trying to say your clit is hard too?"

“It’s been hard the whole time I’ve been here, almost since you opened the door."

“Maybe I should check it out?"

“Maybe you should." She said with a sly smile. I stepped up to her and slid my hand under her dress and felt her bare pussy and her hard clit about the size of a tiny finger, not huge but bigger than most.

“No panties," I said almost as an afterthought.

“I don’t wear panties except during my period." She said teasingly. I kept feeling as we began kissing more and more passionately. My other hand went up to her still firm tits.

We went purposefully back to my bedroom, and I unzipped her dress and she had it and her bra off before I got my pants off. She was on her knees with my shorts off and my cock in her mouth almost before I realized. In her mouth and down her throat it went with the ease of an expert. I pulled her up on the bed where we made out as we explored each other's bodies.

I slipped my face between her thighs licking and sucking her sweet pussy and clit and it wasn’t long before she was cuming repeatedly. We must have fucked in six different positions and in everyone she was as tight as the first time. In the cowgirl position, she never moved her hips but her pussy was milking me like I never felt before until she stopped and began sucking me until I came in her mouth a few seconds later. This wasn’t the girl I remembered, she was far better and what made it even better was the passion she put into it.

We lay together in the glow of the lovemaking we just had because that’s what it felt like, lovemaking. We didn’t speak for a while just lay looking at each other and caressing each other's bodies. I finally asked how long she had been shaving her pussy and she said about five years. I said it was beautiful and she should keep it shaved and she said she intended to.

“So, how many guys have you lived with?”

She looked at me a minute and asked, “Are you sure you want to know this? Because if you ask me questions I’m telling you the truth so don’t ask if you don’t really want to know.”

“Fair enough,” I said honestly. “So how many?”

“Twenty-seven,” She said matter-of-factly.

“Twenty-seven! Wow, that’s like more than one guy a year.”

“Yes, some were a little more than a year and others just a few months. I had to live somewhere, and I never made enough money to have my own place and support us too.”

“Well, I guess you had to survive somehow. Did you pay rent?”

“Mostly just fucked them, cooked and kept house. Some I paid a little, what I could afford. I paid my own way.”

“Did you cheat on any of them?”

“I knew that was coming. Yes, I did, almost all of them but then I didn’t love them either.”

“What if you had?”

“I probably would have. Like I told you, I can’t help myself.”

“Why, why can’t you help yourself?”

“I went to a doctor to see if something was wrong with me after you kicked me out. He said I had Hypersexuality disorder and he could treat it but I didn’t have the money. Later I found I enjoyed being this way, sexual, not cheating, so I never did anything about it.”

The more she talked, the more I understood that she was a free spirit, traveling through no-strings-attached hookups with various men she met. She could not live a tethered marital life, it just wasn’t in her and treatments for Hypersexuality disorder were basically the same as for alcohol and drug addiction.

She said she would rather be a slut.

I asked; “Is that what you are, a slut?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am a slut. No surprise to you, I’m sure.”

“Well, it is a little, but lucky for you I like sluts.”

“One man," She said, “Called me a whore, his whore, he still does. He said a whore is much better than a slut because they do more with more people.” She explained that a whore in her world wasn’t a hooker. She said a slut might have vanilla sex with a few people a year. Maybe even ten or twelve, but a whore has sex with that many every week or two or at least every month. She also said she lived with that man for over two years and he shared her with everyone he could. I asked if she liked it and she said she did, that’s why she stayed with him so long.

“He's also black just so you know.”

“Really? I shrugged, “That’s fine with me. How do you enjoy fucking black men?”

“I love it; black men are more dominant and just better lovers. Besides, their cum tastes so good!”

I think she threw zingers in like that just to see my reaction.

This is not the girl I remember, THIS Sandy was much more mature and much sexier and I found my love for her swelling up inside of me despite myself. Her sexuality, her love for and her outlook on sex were very appealing to me.

“You said he still does, does that mean you still see him?”

“We hook up now and then and sometimes he brings a friend or two.”

“For maybe a year or more after you kicked me out, I went fucking every guy I could get hold of until I finally settled down. By then I knew what I was.”

I looked at her, touching her body, caressing her face. “You know - we’re still married.” I heard myself say.

“Ya I know, so what’s your point?”

“I don’t know, it just popped out there... I guess I mean, well if things were different back then you could have been faithful to me and still fuck whoever you wanted however many you wanted.” She sat up and looked at me, her lips quivering but not saying anything.

“I just mean that if we had been free of any fear or worry about potential cheating by being able to fuck who we wanted and still be faithful of heart, we could have treated each other with trust and openness.” She sat there still absorbing my words as I was trying to make sense of what I was saying. Was I talking about yesteryear or here and now?

She was serious when she spoke. “When I came here, I didn’t know what to expect but what I thought might happen didn’t include any of this. As soon as you opened the door, I knew I was still in love with you and almost everything I had planned to say went away. If you mean what I think you might mean I’m there, all the way, all in.”

“I’m not sure what I mean. Hearing you talk about your sex life just makes me wish I could be part of it. I guess I was thinking that we are still actually married and if you moved in here, maybe we could have a new life, one we might have had before.”

“You were my first love, my only love and I want that again so much I do but can you be OK with other men fucking me? Me having all manner of sex with them. As much as I now know I still love you that is also part of who I am.”

“I don’t know, I really don’t, but I feel I want to. I want to experience your sex in all that you do and just enjoy you. I guess the only way is to be with you as you fuck someone else.”

Sandy showered me with hugs and kisses and crying at the same time saying., "it will work, we can do this," and so on. After she settled down, I asked, "how can we do this," does she know someone who will do this with us. She said she knew the perfect person, Aaron, the black man she had lived with. I told her I wasn’t sure how I would feel and it could all backfire but I wouldn’t make trouble. After talking things over some more she called him up, gave him the 411 and he was all for it.

She went to her small apartment to gather a few clothes and HABA and came back in an hour. She would spend the night and all the next day and Aaron would be here tomorrow night.

“I just want you to know," she said at one point, “I love his sex and I will suck and fuck him as good as ever I can so you will know what to expect if you are good with it or not.”

“I hope so, I hope he fucks you like the whore you are,” I said smiling. I was getting excited every time I thought about it and she kept my mind on it by teasing me crazy.

“His cock is like nine inches long and I love it down my throat. I want you to put your hand on my throat so you can feel it in there.”

“You are a little whore aren’t you?” I teased.

“I am and I want to be your whore. Really, I do.” This was an entirely new Sandy and I was loving her a lot. I marveled at how she could say things like fuck, whore, cunt, asshole and they didn’t sound nasty.

The doorbell rang Saturday evening announcing the arrival of Aaron and a cold sweat and bolt of excitement when through me as Sandy opened the door. He was a nice looking six-foot-tall black man of a darker complexion than most and well built but not muscle-bound. I had almost lost my load when I saw she was ready to answer the door in a white sheer baby doll with no thong. She had teased me some more just before he arrived so I was already half hard.

As she closed the door, they embraced in a passionate lip and tongue sucking kiss as he felt up her pussy then she introduced us as they paused. Then she sank to her knees, took out his cock and began sucking it lovingly, passionately. He said it was how a white whore should greet her Dom. I watched as his cock went down her throat and she motioned me over, took my hand and put it on her throat. I could feel his cock as it went in her throat and it was very hot. I whispered in her ear how nice it felt.

Aaron said to me, “So you two have been married all this time huh, over twenty years and you never knew it?”

I nodded, “Ya, it’s strange I know and we’re just getting to know each other again. It’s a whole new experience.”

“How do you like seeing your wife suck my cock?”

“I do, she’s very good at it and I enjoy feeling it in her throat.”

“That’s good so why don’t you show me to the bedroom so I can fuck your wife.”

“First we go in the hot tub,” She said. “You’ll really like it.”

One the way and as he and I undressed, he told me how he used to have her fucking the brothers, even strangers and how she liked it. After being in the hot tub a while, we all went to the bedroom where he had her lay across the bed with her head over the edge so he could fuck her mouth and throat as he toyed with her pussy. He suggested I get down there and make it wet and ready for him and he didn’t have to say it twice. I saw him fucking her mouth as I ate her pussy and it made me hard as a pipe. I wasn’t mad or jealous just wildly turned on.

He pulled out of her mouth and told her to show me her other favorite things to do. He lay on the bed with his legs apart as she lay between them, spread his ass cheeks and began rimming him with a passion I never saw before. She had me come closer so I could watch her tongue and lips work him over, see her tongue work on his asshole and her lips pucker and massage his ass and kiss his asshole passionately. It was all I could do to not cum early. At one point I even held her head firmly in his ass and told her to lick and suck it good.

We paused a bit, and she asked if I was OK. I snaked my arm around her neck and gently pulled her close and kissed her deeply. “Look down,” I said looking at my cock pointing at the ceiling with pre-cum streaming down it. “Do I look like I’m OK?” She leaned forward and sucked it off then sucked Aaron's cock clean too.

“What a rush to have my two favorite lovers here together, I love it!” She said excitedly.

Aaron lay on his back, and Sandy got on top fucking him. His cock looked so good going up inside her and out again as she rode him. She stopped moving, but she was doing something because he was reacting to it, then I knew. She was working her pelvic muscles that she had very good control of. Watching his cock go all the way to his balls was mind-blowing as was the sounds she made.

On her back, I loved watching him fuck her deep and hard, balls to cunt as her ankles locked over his back and he rolled her up. I came up to her head, and she began sucking me and it was only seconds before I blew my load in her mouth. I loved watching her play with it before she swallowed. Then, Aaron came up and came in her mouth also and painted her lips with cum too. I enjoyed that just as much watching her play with his cum before she swallowed. It all seemed like it was over too quick but we were in the bedroom for over two hours.

“Wow!” Sandy exclaimed, “Both your cum together, what a rush!”

“Ya Aaron, that was quite a load, were you trying to drown her?” I laughed. She had just wiped and licked all the cum from her lips and exclaimed how sticky they were. She looked at me, “You want to kiss me, baby?” (It was a test to see if I would.) I leaned over and kissed her passionately.

When I pulled away I said, “You taste like cock, like someone came in your mouth.” I said jokingly.

“Well, duh, what else?” She laughed.

Later, as he was preparing to leave, he shook my hand and told me he always enjoyed fucking my wife. I said I was glad and he was welcome to fuck her as much and as often as he or Sandy liked. He asked her, “OK with you too?”

“Of course, any time.”

“Good, maybe I’ll bring some friends too sometimes.”

“I’d love it, you know that.”

“She’s told you about some of her favorite things to do hasn’t she?” Looking at me.

Sandy jumped in, “Not everything yet, we’ve been talking though and I’m doing it a little at a time.”

“Ya. Has she told you she likes glory holes?” He asked looking back to me.

“No, but you just did.”

“Ya well, she likes going to them for a couple hours or more, she loves sucking cock and eating cum.”

“That I figured out already, so we’ll have to go soon,” I said looking at her and smiling.

“How about the club? Has she told you about them yet?”

“No, what club?”

“The biker club. They’re a group of black weekend warriors who like to ride bikes and party. She likes fucking them all especially in a gangbang or train.”

I looked at her and smiled. “That sounds like fun. We’ll have to invite them over, huh, sweetheart?”

No sooner did he leave than Sandy turned to me and asked if I really enjoyed myself and I assured her I did and that I was serious about him coming to fuck her anytime. I also told her there was no negativity at all.

Her whole approach to sex was just fun, wholesome, like a fun park ride.

“Do you want to know what turned me on so much? You, you watching me and joining, how you liked to see what I was doing.”

She showed surprise at how I was accepting all this so easily and I reminded her how active our sex life was before. I told her it would be even more so now. I told her, "I’m a consummate pussy hound."

“The only thing that worries me is things moving too fast, I don’t want either of us to be hurt,” She said.

“And I agree but I do think we have something special here, something that I think we missed out on twenty years ago.”

“So, what is it you want, what do you think?”

“I’m not 100% sure what I’m feeling right now but I want things to continue,” I said.

We discussed it back and forth and we decided that since she still had three weeks on her rent, she would give notice and move her stuff here. I assured her that if for any reason it didn’t work out, she could stay here until she found the right place for her. I added I didn’t think that would be necessary.

So the next day we drove to her place packed her things up and moved her in. We agreed that she would do what she wanted with whom she wanted just as if we had been doing it for twenty years. I wanted her to be natural so I could learn about her, who she is now.

As we talked, she also told me she was a part-time hooker which really didn’t surprise me at this point. She said she has some clients that fly in and she sees a couple of times a month or so. She said it’s how she could afford her car and nice clothes and buy what her son needed.

I suggested that could be extra money we could put away for a rainy day. Besides the money, she told me she enjoys doing it so I said then she should keep doing it. This is a new Sandy, a Sandy I was getting fonder of by the hour.

I asked if there was anything else and she said there was. “You know I work as a receptionist for an insurance agent. I suck him off once or twice a week. He would like to fuck me but I didn’t want his wife to find out and she would.”

“How’s that?”

She laughed, “We can always tell, we smell the other woman on you. Most men don’t get that. Even if they shower we know and wonder why they shower. A wife may choose to ignore it but she knows. With a blowjob, there’s no evidence unless he’s a total fool. Anyway, it’s how I can take time off with pay if I need it for a client of something.”

Sunday evening, Monday morning, Monday evening she was loving like we were newlyweds and it was wonderful. Being with her was like twenty years had been erased and what we had before had returned only better. Tuesday she called me in the afternoon and told me about this guy she met who wanted to see her after work.

“He wants to buy me a drink and then, I don’t know, maybe take me to his place if I read him right.”

“Ya, take you to his place and fuck you good.”

“I certainly hope so. I’d be disappointed if he didn’t.”

“HA! If he doesn’t he’s gay. OK, well come home with a wet pussy and sticky lips.”

“You’re OK with it?”

“Of course I’m OK with it, I’m glad you called and told me now I’ll be horny all night and you can take care of me when you come home.”

She came home around ten with a wet pussy and sticky lips as promised. Both her mouth and pussy smelled and tasted like a dick.

A week went by and saw a couple more men including Aaron come by to fuck her and one of my bi girlfriends came by and we had a nice threesome. She was amazing, even better than before and had also become a good cook and housekeeper. I kept calling her a whore, to kind of get used to it and she liked it as if I were giving her the greatest compliment in the world.

One Friday evening as we were planning to go out Sandy’s phone rang. She answered and her face lit up. “DAN!” She exclaimed, “It’s good to hear from you!” From her end of the conversation, I gathered it was another friend who just heard she got back with me. Then she was saying... “Well we were going to go out why, do you have a better idea?” She said teasingly. “Really? That sounds great, just you? Of course, sweetie, bring them too! Oh, it’s fine, he’ll love it so you guys come on over. Cool, see you then.” And she hung up.

“That was Dan.” She said all excited. “He’s one of the biker guys Aaron mentioned. He’s big, like six-feet-four-inches, very dark skin and a nice cock and big too. His balls are like goose eggs and I love sucking them. He’s also bringing a couple of friends. You don’t mind do you?”

“Of course not, why go out on a hunting expedition when they will come here?” I laughed.

I turned the hot tub on while she went to get ready. I loved how we could talk about sex and fucking guys so casual like. It’s hard to explain, she’s a whore and I like that she is and how much she likes and craves sex. Really we were made for each other.

Sandy came out of the bedroom wearing a see-thru lace bra and a skirt like thing that was also lace and about six inches long, just barely obscuring her pussy. Just the sight of her was making me hard, she was so beautiful!

“Well don’t you look ready for action?” I teased.

“Do you think they’ll like it?”

“You’re kidding, right?” I walked up close and felt her pussy, just short of sopping wet.

Still teasing I asked; “You’re eager to fuck them aren’t you?”

“Oh, you could tell, huh?” She teased back. “I’m not just going to let them fuck me, I’m going to fuck them and fuck them good and suck them good too.”

“Oh ya, this will be fun.”

The doorbell rang and when I opened the door it was filled with a huge black man. “I’m Dan.” He said as he came in followed by three other guys all in bike gear.

“Dan!” Sandy exclaimed as she jumped on his body wrapping her legs around his waist engaging him in a passionate tongue sucking kiss. She greeted the other guys somewhat more subdued and introduced me. In the hot tub, she took turns sucking each of their cocks and balls being barely able to get one of Dan’s balls in her mouth. In the bedroom, they all used her like a cheap whore and she was loving it and giving as good as she got.

She gave them all a really good rimming making sure I could watch her tongue and lips on their asshole. They all came in her mouth with Dan last who not only filled her mouth but also painted her lips with his cum. She wiped it off with her finger and put it in her mouth making a show of it. As with Aaron, I told them they were welcome to fuck her any time or have her come to them.

The next week we went to a video store where she spent a couple of hours at a glory hole sucking all comers. I loved watching her paint cum on her lips so she could lick it off.

Aaron came by once or twice a week to fuck Sandy and often brought a friend or two to fuck her too. Dan did the same and sometimes one or more bikers would have her over for a fuck fest. Our savings account grew over the years as she brought home the proceeds of servicing her clients and her fucking random men she meets was a regular thing. I had my women too and she enjoyed the bi ones as much as I. About a month in I said we should buy her a wedding ring and she told me she still had the first one and I replaced it on her finger with a little ceremony with some sexy friends whom she promptly fucked.

The years have rolled by and she is as hot as ever and still fucking her share of men. Our marriage has been wonderful and she has been completely faithful and nonmonogamous, the best of both worlds. Sex is necessary for marriage but the important part is having all the sex you need and sharing with others is a good way to do it.