When we first signed up to a dating site, it was to make the wife feel good about herself and to have some fun together. A lot of guys replied (and I mean a lot), but always for her. I could see she was excited, but we had agreed to go together, hadn't we? It didn't really take a lot to convince her, probably a few months, to go on an outing on her own.  The change in her was almost immediate. She went from always wearing a condom to being selective. She went from only giving me anal to letting anybody having her arse. She went from one cock to two cockd to five cocks in the space of a week. She was having a great time, but I was all but forgotten.

Or so she thought. She came home one night and told me about her date. She had gone around to a regulars house straight from another date, not for the first time.  This time he had a plan. She knocked on the door. He opened, pushed against his porch post, tore off her knickers and shoved his cock up her pussy. She just spread her legs to make it easier, hoping somebody wouldn't pass but praying somebody would see the slut getting drilled on the porch.

She had started off hesitantly recalling the evening. But the more she spoke, the hornier I got. 

You see, I loved the stretched out fucked by a hundred guys cunt she had. I loved her stretched out arse. I loved that she came home covered in dried cum. Because that's precisely what I wanted, though a few more years would have to pass for that to happen. But what I could relish was semen direct from her pussy. Two loads of it. 

I decided to take the plunge and as she spoke about being drilled on the porch, I went down on her. I licked her lips, tadting the residue. It was as good as always, making plunge deeper, licking semen up and noisily swallowing as I went. Her legs gripped my head and then released it as she grabbed the back of my head, driving it deeper into her pussy. I lapped and lapped at her fucked stretched pussy. The filth that now escaped her mouth as I showed my appreciation for her sluttiness this day. How she fucking longed for this sign that I wanted her to be fucked. That I could eat her pussy with two fresh loads dripping down her thighs. That I was a sick pervert for letting be filled with cumming cock just so I could have the loads and then fuck her with my own erection whilst savouring the taste.

 I was down there imagining a big dick slavering my hole with precum as I ate the bull's semen, relishing the name of the substance disappearing down my gullet, as he got hard on my wife's words to me, preparing to spear me with his thick cock (that would be a few more years too).

 I then got her on all fours, doggy style, and plunged my dick into the slobbering, cum lined fuck tunnel of a cunt, feeling the juice she had bubbling against my dick. I spoke to her like she was a fuckhole, solely for my satisfaction as I started to pound her hard and fast, calling her a slut, a cum rag, a moaning fleshlight. Her moans of passion grew with how wet she was. I told her I wanted her to suck a cock while she was like this, wanted to her moan around a big meaty slab. 

And then she added the magic words. She wanted to coat a thick cock with her slobber, really wet it so it wouldn't hurt as much when it speared my ring.

 I blew hard, tipping her over the edge. 

She backed down after that night, scared I would leave her for another guy she explained later. So it was two years, four months and 17 days later, but it was a fantastic night on its own.