My wife has always had a strong appetite for sex, a passion that’s burned brightly since her teenage years. You could call her a slut, past and present, and that’s precisely what I love most about her. It’s thrilling, arousing in the deepest way. Our marriage is open, embracing that wild side of hers, and occasionally, she even engages in paid encounters. It keeps things electric between us.
Take this past Monday, Easter Monday, for instance. She popped out to the supermarket for a few quick groceries. She dressed to provoke: a short jacket, a cropped sweater that let her loose 85E breasts sway freely with every step, and skin-tight leggings that left nothing to the imagination. No underwear underneath, of course, her cameltoe was blatantly visible, a deliberate tease. She thrives on shocking or seducing strangers, and watching her do it? It drives me wild with excitement.
Normally, she’s back in twenty minutes flat. But this time, over an hour passed before she returned. Her hair was a tousled mess, and there was a telltale wet stain spreading across her crotch and down her thighs. When I pointed it out, she didn’t hesitate. With a sly grin, she tugged down her soaked leggings, revealing her glistening, parted pussy still open and dripping with fresh cum.
She launched into the story without missing a beat. In the supermarket aisle, a handsome stranger had approached her, showering her with compliments about her outfit and her curves. It lit a fire in her instantly. True to form, she kept it simple: she asked if he lived nearby. “I live alone,” he replied, “just five minutes from here.” Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear, “Pay for my groceries, and you can fuck me.”
I burst out laughing at that, and she shot me a wicked smile. “The total was thirty euros,” she said, “but it was free, because fifteen minutes later, he had me pinned down and pounding away. In just half an hour, he filled me up twice and made me cum five times. We swapped numbers before I left, and I walked all the way home with his load sloshing inside me, leaking down my legs.” Right there in front of me, she spread her legs wider, letting the remnants of his cum ooze out of her spacious, well-used pussy. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she headed off for a shower.
