DON’T TELL MY WIFE [mf] [threesome] [slut] [anal] [throatfuck]

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Katia and Lucy had been married for six years. Katia was gay for as long as she could remember. But Lucy … her wife … well, that was a different story. Lucy didn’t even think she was bi until high school, when on a dare, she had to make out with another girl. She did, the boys went crazy, but her pussy was soaked. By college, Lucy was experimenting a little, but she still leaned towards men.

It wasn’t until her late 20s when, on a whim, she decided to go on a date with a girl she met on Tinder. They dated for a year. Lucy loved it. They sex was intense. And they could share clothes, too. Added bonus. But, no amount of pegging and fake cum dildos could replace the real thing.

Lucy missed cock. Actual cock, attached to an actual man. And so, she had an affair. Her girlfriend found out. The relationship ended, and Lucy felt like shit. She promised to never cheat again. But she also entered a heavy duty slut phase, fucking anyone who looked at her. She fucked men, women, trans women, trans men. She became a cum dumpster. She sexted herself to death. She was a sex crazed maniac. She lost two jobs for fucking half the staff.

And then, she met Katia and time stood still. Lucy told Katia of her one indiscretion and how awful it made her feel. She told her of her extended slut phase. She also told Katia that she wasn’t sure she was a one man or one woman type of girl. She might get the itch again. But it was purely a physical thing. So, before entering into a relationship, Lucy felt the need to warn Katia: “One day, I might want to fuck a man. I don’t want to cheat on you. And I’ll need you to be okay with it.”

Katia said she understood. And a few years went by before Lucy got the itch again. When she brought it up, Katia felt blindsided. She’d frankly forgotten about the whole thing. It felt like a betrayal. Wasn’t she enough? They had a strap on. Katia knew what Lucy wanted and thought she was getting it.

“I have to think about this,” Katia said.

Lucy was stunned. Now, Lucy was the one feeling boxed in and betrayed.

“But I told you –”

“I know,” Katia said. “But that was three years ago. I thought, maybe … things changed. Maybe you realized you didn’t need anyone but me …”

Enter the rough patch. Lucy promised she wouldn’t sleep with a man until they discussed this further and took some time to reflect. But Lucy was dying. She needed it. She craved it. She spent her afternoons on Tinder, casually browsing, just for fun.

“Who would you fuck?” Katia asked via a surprise, random text.

“Huh?” Lucy wrote back.

“Is there someone you have in mind orrr? Like, how does this work? I don’t know if I’m comfortable it being with someone we know, you know? But also, I feel like I would prefer it if it was someone we knew for safety reasons? I’m so conflicted. Should we take a break? Is this a phase?”

“A phase? No,” Lucy wrote. “It’s not a phase. I told you when we met. This was going to be a thing that would pop up occasionally. You said you were cool with it. If you thought I’d realize I didn’t need anyone else or that you could win me over, that’s super manipulative.”

“So, a break?”

“Maybe,” Lucy said. “Yes.”

“Okay,” Katia said.

That night, Lucy stayed at a friends, went out for drinks, got a wee bit too drunk and fucked three men. THREE. They were friends. They were drunk. They were roomies. Lucy explained that she was in an open relationship with a VERY understanding woman who knew that she craved cock. And so … “wanna go back to your place?”

The three men shared Lucy all evening. They stumbled into their condo, undressing her, fondling her. One man pushed her on the sofa and went down on her. The other crawled on top of the sofa and began to fuck her throat. Lucy didn’t even care. The third man put his cock in her hand and told her to jerk him off.

Lucy was so drunk and so carefree, that she told them she wanted to do something wild.

“I want all of my holes filled,” she begged.

She didn’t even know their names. The muscular guy fucked her throat. The chubby guy fucked her asshole. The guy with the biggest dick fucked her pussy. They rotated over and over, passing her around, switching positions, repositioning her drunk body as she let them use her.

“Suck both of our dicks,” one of them said.

Soon, Lucy’s mouth was stretched open as two of them pressed their cocks together and let Lucy suck them both at the same time while the third pushed himself into her pussy, fucking her.

Her mascara ran as they abused her throat. After a while, they simply paced her throat back and forth, laughing, high fiving. The man who fucked her swapped back and forth between her pussy and asshole. At one point, Lucy was sure there were two cocks in her cunt at the same time and a third cock up her ass.

Her eyes were glazed over. She was too drunk to care. She couldn’t stop moaning. She began to masturbate, forgetting, at one point, that there were two cocks in her pussy and a third up her asshole.

And then, she was flipped over.

“Oh,” she said, laughing. “Hey.”

“What’s up?” One of them asked as he fucked her pussy and then asshole and then pussy and then asshole and then stood and pushed his cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked while the other two followed his lead. Pussy. Asshole. Pussy. Asshole. Pussy. Asshole.

“Will you boys come on my face?” She asked.

“Sure,” they all said at the same time, laughing and then high fiving.

“You’re awesome,” one of them said.

“No,” Lucy said. “YOU’RE awesome.”

The three men stood over her and jerked themselves off onto her face. One came after the next, drenching her face and hair and tits in thick, hot cum. She laughed and cheered as they emptied themselves onto her.

When Lucy woke up, she was naked and on the couch. On the floor, a pile of used wet wipes. Either they cleaned her up, or she did. But her memory was fuzzy. As she stood up and walked around, she noticed her asshole was sore. And her pussy felt stretched.

“What happened?” She asked as she stumbled into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was a small glass bottle of Yoohoo, which she cracked open and drank as she stood there, totally nude.

One of them came downstairs.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he said.

“Hey,” Lucy said.

“Last night was, um … wild,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said. “So, like … about last night. What happened?”

“I hardly remember. We were all so fucking drunk.”

“We?”

“Yeah, there were … four of us. Me and my two buddies. And you.”

“Wow,” Lucy said. “Was … did … was I raped?”

“RAPED?” He said, shocked. “No. No way. Not at all. God, I hope you don’t think that’s what happened. We were all drunk as fuck.”

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I thought. I just wanted to … make sure.”

“You’re really beautiful,” he said.

“Thanks,” Lucy smiled. “Um. Where are my clothes?”

“Oh,” he said, chuckling. “Uh … around. I guess?”

Lucy smiled. She felt dirty and disgusting. But also, aroused and, in a weird way, proud of herself. These guys were significantly younger than her. And they were all very good looking.

“Can I drive you home?” He asked.

“Aw, that’s. Like. Really sweet of you, but … I’ll, um. I’ll take an Uber or something.”

“You sure?” He asked, handing Lucy her panties.

She stepped into them and smiled. She called for a car, drove to her friend’s house and showered. She wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Especially Katia. They got coffee a few times. They talked. After several months, they seemed to be in a good place. Katia asked if Lucy had been with anyone, but before Lucy could answer, Katia said it didn’t matter.

“I love you,” Katia said. “How about this. If it really, truly means nothing … you do what you need to do. And just … don’t tell me. Is that ok?”

“Yes,” Lucy said. “That’s okay.

They kissed. They had sex. And then, Katia proposed. Lucy said yes and they got married a few weeks later at City Hall. They had a small party and that was that.

But this new policy — “just don’t tell me” — made Lucy’s cunt soak. It was a permission slip to let her freak flag fly. And fly, it would. Lucy was insatiable. She fucked EVERYONE that she met. She didn’t care. She introduced herself and asked if they wanted to hook up. Literally everyone said yes. She was used and abused in the best way possible. She was fucked endlessly. If someone on Tinder matched with her, she initiated, asking if they wanted to get coffee. After coffee, they would go back to their place.

She took it up the ass so many times that after a certain point, she didn’t even need lube anymore. She was afraid of getting tested, not because she feared an STD, but because she feared that at a certain point, her doctor would say her blood had been entirely replaced by semen. She was a literally cum dumpster. She found gloryholes. She gave strangers blowjobs. She bartered with mechanics and plumbers, asking for discounted rates in exchange for fucking her.

When she got a flat tire on the side of the highway, she called Triple A. Thirty minutes later, a handsome man showed up to change her tire.

“You’re cute,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said. “But uhhhh.

He held up his ring finger. He was married.

“Ah,” she said, holding up her own ring finger.

He smirked and looked her body up and down.

“I’ve never fucked someone on the side of the highway before,” Lucy said.

He groaned. He was going to fuck her. He knew it. He shook his head, sighed and unzipped his pants.

“Great!” She said, licking her lips. “Just don’t tell my wife.”

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