26 comments/ 191487 views/ 50 favorites A Dirty-Thirty Birthday By: Sugar-ray This past February I took my wife, April to the Dominican Republic for her thirtieth birthday. She was overjoyed with the gift, especially since we have not found time for a vacation since our honeymoon five and a half years ago. Due to our flight time, April and I did not make it to our hotel room until after ten p.m., but we decided to go out for a light supper and a few drinks anyway. During dinner April was talking a mile a minute. She must have come up with fifty things that she wanted to do during our short ten day stay. I was glad to see her so happy. Soon April began to feel the effects of the alcohol that she had consumed during supper, and the topic of our conversation turned to sex. First, my wife graphically described just how she planned on thanking me for our little holiday, then began re-telling stories of how slutty she had been during her past vacations when she was single. April knows how much I love listening to tales from her promiscuous past, and this was no exception. After only twenty minutes, I thought for sure that I'd be the first fatality from a colossal set of blue-balls if I didn't get her back to our hotel room and fuck her real soon. I took April by the hand and led her out of the restaurant towards our hotel. My pants were bulging obscenely as we walked along the beach and April continued to tell me about several local, black studs she fucked while vacationing in Jamaica three years in a row. To put it mildly, my wife had been a naughty girl before I met her. She had lost her virginity at a young age, but didn't really start sleeping around until her first year of college. By the end of her second semester, April had a developed a reputation as a real party girl. All of the guys that dated her knew that they'd get into her pants, and by her senior year, she thought nothing of fucking two or three guys every week – sometimes more. I know you're thinking that my wife was a slut, but don't get me wrong, it's not like she slept with just anybody. April's dynamite body, stunning face, and copious amount of sex appeal gave her the license to pick and choose from the most desirable males on campus. Only the best-looking, most popular guys experienced April's gifted mouth and hot pussy. April once told me that she had a sex drive resembling that of most men. April liked lots of sex, with no strings attatched. Her relationships rarely lasted for more than a month and she almost always cheated on her boyfriends. April was only twenty-three when I met her, but she'd already fucked about two-hundred guys. She'd had countless one-night-stands, been invoved in several threesomes and she had even been gang-banged a handful of times. Everyone knew of her reputation as a slut. My friends cautioned me about dating her. They said that April was a great girl, but there was no way she could ever be faithful. As we made our way through the front doors of our hotel April stopped me and said, "Oh babe, can't we just head over to the bar for one drink? I don't think I'm quite ready for the night to end yet." It was late and I was horny, but I reluctantly agreed and we turned away from the elevators and towards the lounge by the pool. There was only one patron at this late hour, quietly speaking with the bartender in spanish. We sat at the bar, and ordered our drinks. As the bartender laid them in front of us the other patron turned and asked us how we were enjoying our vacation. April responded that this was our first night and that it was going quite well. He asked us how long we were staying for – the usual bit, and soon we were chatting with him freely. His name was Tom. He was about thirty-four with a trim build and tanned skin. Tom said that it was his last night of a business trip to the Dominican. He was in the cigar business and he owned a chain of cigar shops in the states. Tom usually spent about three months of the year traveling to cigar manufacturing countries for "business meetings" he said with a wink. We had a couple of drinks together and I decided that I liked Tom. My wife liked him too. I could tell by the way that she was openly flirting with him. At one point I noticed Tom's pants were bursting with an obvious erection. I soon realized that it was because my wife was sitting with her short sun-dress riding far too high, and her legs were open enough for him to see her panties. When Tom excused himself to go to the washroom I pulled April to me and gave her a sexy kiss. "You're such a bad girl!" I whispered. "I saw you flashing him your panties!" April grinned. "Do you want to see what he saw?" she asked lewdly. April turned in her chair and then parted her thighs slightly for me to see. "Oh, April!" I groaned, "Your panties are wet! No wonder he was so hard!" "I'm sooo turned on right now, Gregg." She whispered. "My pussy is soaked! I can't wait to be fucked." "Yeah? Do you want to fuck Tom?" I asked, my voice shaking with arousal. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "You've been flirting with him since we got here. I can tell that you want him." "But wouldn't you be upset if I slept with another guy on the first night of our vacation?" "Not if you came back to our room and told me all about it." I replied. "You know I always do." She said, candidly. April gazed toward the restrooms as she considered her options, "Okay, I'll do it." She whispered. "And thank-you, baby. Thanks for being so understanding, and thanks for letting me fuck other guys – he's really sexy." When Tom got back I said that I was exhausted, and that I had to get some sleep. In order to make our plan look sincere, I asked April if she was coming. My wife replied that she wanted to stay for one more drink – if she had some company. Tom agreed to stay rather quickly, and I smiled to myself as I made my way towards the elevators. 'Tom won't ever forget this business trip to the Dominican.' I thought. From behind the glass doors of the balcony in our room I could see down into the lounge where Tom and April sat talking. They were laughing and touching each other often. It wasn't long before I saw both of them get up and leave. I crawled into bed and waited. There was still a chance that she'd come back to our room and I didn't want to look like I had been too anxious for her to fuck him. Five minutes went by, then ten. My heart raced as I watched the clock. After twenty-five minutes I knew that my wife must have gone to his room. My stiff cock throbbed with the pounding of my heart and my palms were sweaty. 'After all the times April has been with other men, how can I still get these gut-wrenching feelings?' I thought. It looked as though I was about to have yet another sleepless night without her. That's the most unpleasant aspect of having a wife that screws other guys. It's pure agony waiting for April to return when I know she's with another man. My stomach is tied up in knots, I can't eat, I can't sleep. All I can do is wait, and think about my wife fucking some anonymous stud. I reached for my stiff cock as my mind drifted back to the first time April had sex with another guy. We had been dating for just over a month when she fucked my roommate, Chris. Just like everyone had said, it was impossible for April to be faithful. All three of us had been drinking together. I was tired and went to bed while they stayed up and drank some more. The next morning I found April sleeping on my couch naked. Her clothing was scattered about the living room floor. I was so angry that I was practically vibrating when I found out what her and Chris had done. I wanted to pound Chris' face in. I called April a slut, a whore, as well as a few other colorful names. She just kept saying that she was sorry and it would never happen again. After I tore a strip off of her we both sat in silence for some time. April was sitting on my couch, still naked but wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was tangled with that "just fucked" look and she was crying. At first I tried to keep my anger up, and dump her cheating ass, but for some reason I just couldn't do it. I suppose it was that moment when I began to realize that I had always been aroused by April's slutty past. It wasn't that she had cheated on me that made me so upset – it was because deep-down I was turned-on by it. As my anger dissolved further, I reluctantly forgave her for cheating on me. April was elated. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight and thanking me for the second chance. I was surprised when I developed an erection as my nostrills detected the smell of sex about her. We started kissing and five minutes later my cock was nudging her swollen pussy open. She was still stretched and slick from Chris, and as soon as my prick touched the cum he had ejaculated in her earlier, it slid right in. I have to admit that it felt good. Almost too good. April and I fucked hard and fast, and I came violently inside of her steamy cunt in less than two minutes. We did it several more times, and that afternoon April went to work with a very full pussy. I struggled with my reaction to the events of that morning for some time. 'How could I have been so aroused by a cheating slut?' I found that I constantly had perverse thoughts of April with other guys. Almost everytime we'd have sex I would involuntarily picture her fucking Chris or some other guy I knew she was with. I tried to push these images out of my head, but it seemed the more I thought about April doing other guys – the harder I came. Sometime after we moved in together I finally admited to myself that I really liked thinking of her with other guys. I began asking her to tell me stories of her past sexual experiences as a pre-lude to sex. April was hesitant at first, but after some coaxing she got right into it. By the time we were engaged, April's sexcapades had become a routine part of our love-making. I loved listening to my fiancé describe how she fucked some guy that she met at a party or in a bar. It always turned me on more if she said that he had a big cock. April liked big cocks. She enthusiastically told me of how she liked getting fucked really hard by guys with especially large dicks. She also said that she hated condoms, and would often tell her lovers that she was on the pill, just so they would fuck her bare-back. Of course this often led the guy to believe that he didn't have to pull out when he came – and according to April, many of them didn't. My fantasies progressed until I actually began hinting that April had my permission to have sex outside our relationship. I wanted her to be a bad girl with someone else. I wanted to fuck her sloppy pussy right after another guy just finished pumping it full of cum (again). Being the naughty, and sometimes reckless girl that she is, I didn't think it would take April long before she balled another guy, and to be honest, I couldn't wait. One night she came close to fucking one of her co-workers, and when she saw that I was not upset or jealous in anyway, April decided that next time she would turn my fantasy into reality. Several agonizing months past before she actually did it. By this time we had been engaged for almost a year, and it was only one week before our wedding when April returned home from her bachelorette party with her pussy swollen, and filled with semen. When she told me that she had just fucked another guy, my excitement was beyond words. My slutty Fiancé and I spent the entire day in bed, re-living her night with that stud. I had never felt so in love with her as I did that day – licking, sucking and fucking April's used pussy through another guy's cum. Since then, more than forty pricks aside from mine have penetrated April's salacious snatch. I always get their sloppy-seconds while she fills me in on all of the spicy details. Nothing seems to make us feel closer and more in love than when my wife spreads her thighs for other men. I looked over at the clock, an hour had past since they had left the bar. 'He must be fucking her by now!' I thought squeezing my erection. I would have done just about anything to be in Tom's room at that moment – watching him stick it to my randy wife. I've always fantasized about watching her, but ever since she brought home a guy from the bar last summer, I have desperately wanted to see her in action. It was Mid July, about 2 a.m. I awoke when I heard my wife come in the house and go downstairs to the guest room. She had gone out with a couple of girls from work earlier and I could tell that she wasn't alone. There was a man with her. Thanks to the heating system and the fact that the guest room is directly below the master bedroom, I was able to hear almost every word they were saying. Soon they began to whisper, then there was silence. I strained my ears, trying to figure out what they were doing. About ten minutes past with me attempting to control my breathing and my racing heart enough to listen to the soft whispers and moans coming from the basement. Then, I clearly heard April say "Oh yeah, stick it in!" Seconds later my wife groaned and then I heard the creaking of bed-springs. I almost came all over the place and I had barely been stroking my prick! I couldn't belive that she was doing this in our own home! I desperately wanted to go downstairs and watch, but I knew that there was no way that I could manage it without being discovered. I had to be content just listening, and waiting for my turn with my promiscuous wife. After a few minutes I heard him say something but I didn't comprehend what it was until my wife replied, "Yeah, do it! Cum in my pussy!" The tempo of their fucking increased, I could hear their bodies slapping together faster and harder until he cried out in release – emptying his balls into my wife's cunt. Five minutes later I watched from our bedroom window as he left our happy home and got into a truck parked across the street. I was downstairs within seconds. As I opened the door to our guest room my wife spread her legs and told me that she'd been a bad girl. I was so turned-on that I was barely able to get my straining dick into her before I added my own discharge of semen to her used pussy. Since then I've been nagging her to let me watch her with one of her lovers. April says she prefers to let men think that she is just a slutty, cheating wife, rather than have them know that I actually endorse her promiscuous behavior. I suggested that she let me watch from the closet or something, but she stopped me saying that it would be too weird. Checking the clock again I noticed that another hour had passed and still my wife had not come back to our room. I decided that I couldn't take it anymore. I desperately needed relief. I took a firm grip on my cock and jacked it off to thoughts of April and Tom together until I spewed a huge load all over my thighs and stomach. I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I knew it was early morning and my wife was still missing. It dissapointed and excited me at the same time. I got up to take a leak and just as I flushed the toilet April knocked on the door to our room. I opened it and let her in. She looked sexy with her tousled hair, smeared make-up and amorous manner. "So, are you fresh from the arms of another man?" I asked her teasingly. April chuckled and rolled her pretty eyes, "Oh baby, I've been fucked sooo much." "Did he cum inside of you?" I asked anxiously. My wife nodded, "Seven times! Do you want to see? Come here and I'll show you." She said, climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her so my face was only a few inches from her ass and raised the hem of her sun dress over her backside. The sight before me was astonishing. My wife's labia were noticeably swollen beneath the thin fabric of her G-string panties, and the crotch was utterly soaked with cum. I moved my face even closer and the intoxicating smell of their sex made my head swoon and my dick hard. "He never pulled out once." She said seductively. "He was insatiable. I kept thinking after each time that he must be done, but before I knew it he had another erection! Even when I was about to leave he was already getting hard again, and he wanted me to stay." "Did he have a big cock?" I asked, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her sticky thighs. "Yeah, it was pretty big – not as big as your's, but he knew how to use it." I groaned as her smoldering cunt came into view. "Oh, babe! Your pussy is a mess! I can't belive how much cum there is! It's so swollen... and the smell... it's unbelievable! oh god, April... I want to eat you so bad!" "I know. You've been waiting all night to eat my cum-filled pussy, haven't you?" She said, shaking her ass in my face. "Well go on then, Gregg, stick your tongue in there and taste that stud." My cock was about to burst as I began licking Tom's smeared jizz off of my wife's thighs and ass before covering her post-coital cunt with my mouth. My tongue darted in and out of April's stretched-out hole as the flavor of his salty seminal fluid overpowered my taste-buds. I love going down on my wife after she's been a bad girl with someone else. The sight, smell and taste of another guy's cum in in her pussy produces the most intense feelings of arousal that I've ever felt. My prick was hard and throbbing as I ate April's adulterous twat. After slurping up as much of Tom's spunk as my tongue could reach, I slid my aching prick into her from behind. April groaned and then began gasping out all of the steamy details as I pumped her. Like it always is after April has been with another man, the sex was amazing. I just love the loose, slick feeling of my wife's vagina after another guy has taken his pleasure with her. We fucked for several minutes before I turned her over, ate her sloppy pussy to an orgasm, then began pounding into my shameless slut of a wife once again. I had done a good job of holding off my climax so far, but now I could feel a huge ejaculation building in my balls. April rubbed her hands on my chest as she urged me to come. "Oooh yeah fuck it, baby, fuck it hard." "Oh god April!" "Yeah, you love fucking me after other guy's don't you, Gregg?" "Yes!" "Do you like being the second cock to cum in my pussy?" "You know I do!" "Good! 'cause I want a dirty-thirty birthday." "Dirty-thirty birthday?" I gasped, on the edge of orgasm. "Yeah. I want to spend our vacation fucking other men, baby! I want to be a bad girl, the badder the better. Tell me it's okay, Gregg. Tell me that I can fuck all the guys I want!" "Oh god, April, you know I want you to!" I bellowed as my prick detonated inside of her soupy cunt. My wife and I cuddled for a while then we did it again. After the second round April was clearly spent. I couldn't blame her since she had been fucked nine times in the last seven hours. I told her to get some sleep and that I was going for breakfast. What a start to our vacation. A Dirty-Thirty Birthday Ch. 02 As I sat eating my late breakfast I tried not to think of my wife, and her most recent dalliance. We hadn't even been in the Dominican for a full day and she'd already slept with another guy. My appetite was diminishing as I recalled the sight of my stiff cock – coated with semen, as it pumped in and out of her sloppy-second pussy. April's sexy words echoed through my head. "I want a dirty-thirty birthday. – I want to spend our vacation fucking other men." I tried to choke down some eggs, but my stomach was in knots and my dick was hard which curbed my appetite to say the least. Nothing turns me on more than when my wife has sex with other guys, and the previous night a stranger named Tom became the forty-seventh cock that April has had since we were married five and a half years ago. That sounds like a lot, but it really is on average less than one guy a month – and it is certainly less than she used to do before we met. With my desire for food completely gone, I pushed the rest of my breakfast aside. I sat and wondered how I could kill a few hours before sufficient time had past and I could go wake April. I couldn't wait to stick my tongue, and my cock in her worn-out pussy again. Just as I was on my way out the door, I overheard a group of guys talking about going deep-sea fishing. It had been one of the activities that I had wanted to do since I started planning our trip. I needed something to take my mind off of my promicuous wife, so I stopped and asked them if they had room for one more. One of the guys shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure." I introduced myself, and learned that their names were Mark, Jake, Scott, Todd, and Aaron. They were all about the same age as me – maybe a couple of years younger, Mark and Jake were black and the rest of the guys were white. Mark said that they were leaving in ten minutes and I replied that I'd meet them in the lobby. I quickly made my way back to our room in order to grab my wallet and sunglasses. I opened the door to see my wife sleeping on her side in the fetal position. She didn't have any covers on, and I could see her plump pussy – swollen and wet between her legs, still leaking semen. Seeing her like this made me hard again. I had the urge to stay and fuck her, but I knew that I'd better be going. I grabbed my stuff, wrote April a quick note to let her know where I was going, and promptly went back downstairs. The guys were waiting for me and we wasted little time getting ourselves down to the marina. Once there we bought some beer and found a captain of a small fishing boat willing to take us for a reasonable price. For the next several hours we fished, drank plenty of beer and smoked fine dominican cigars. The guys reminded me of the friends I have back home and we got along great. I really liked them and it felt as though I had known them for a number of years. By the time we got back to the hotel it was four-thirty in the afternoon and all six of us were half-panned. The guys said that they were going to meet their friend Anthony at the pool-side bar for a few beers before supper. I said that I would meet them as soon as I dropped off two of the fish that we had caught at the kitchen and found my wife. After making arrangements with the head chef, I went up to our room and wasn't surprised when April was not there. I left her another note, then quickly showered, changed my clothes and went back downstairs. When I got to the pool I was amazed to see my wife already sitting with the guys I had spent the afternoon with, plus one more black guy whom I assumed to be Anthony. April was sitting beside him. She was wearing her bikini with a sarong tied around her waist looking sexy as hell. He was just in swim trunks and I couldn't help but notice that he was slightly better built than me. I felt a slight pang of jealousy course through me when I saw his large hand on April's bare thigh. Jake saw me and gave Anthony a nudge. As I approached Anthony pulled his hand off of my wife. "You must be Anthony." I said, pretending that I had not seen his hand stroking her thigh. "Yeah, and you're Gregg." He replied shaking my hand. I then turned to April and said, "How did you meet up with these creeps?" Everyone laughed. April explained how she met Anthony on the beach, and how they came to the conclusion that I was fishing with his friends. So the eight of us sat, drank a few more beers and talked. Upon April's suggestion we made plans to go to some of the clubs near our hotel after supper. Nobody seemed to notice that April and Anthony were sitting far too close, except for me of course, and I wondered were this night would lead. Once again her self-indulgent words repeated through my head "I want to be a bad girl, the badder the better." I could tell that my wife was interested in Anthony. The reasons for her attraction were obvious. He had a handsome face, large, well defined muscles and a confident demeanor. I later found out from Todd, that Anthony has a reputation for the abilty to pick-up just about any girl, any time, anywhere. After we all had a couple more drinks one of the hotel staff approached us to say that our fish would be served in an hour. Everyone decided to head up to their respective rooms in order to change clothes before dinner. As soon as April and I were in our room alone I asked her what was going on with her and Anthony. I mentioned that I'd seen his hand on her thigh. April giggled. "Does it make you jealous?" "A little, yeah." "I'm sorry, babe. I don't want you to be upset, but I'm probably going to fuck him tonight." April's words cut deep, but also served to turn me on. "Just how do you plan on doing that?" I asked. My voice was shaking with arousal as well as jealousy at the thought of that muscular, black stud between my wife's thighs. "Anthony is staying in the same room as Mark and Jake, and unless I'm mistaken, this room is occupied as well." "Well, I was kind of planning to leave the bar early with him. We'd come back here while you stayed with the rest of the guys." "To our room?!" "Uh huh." She said, stepping closer until her mouth was inches from mine and her hand could trace my rapidly stiffening member through my shorts. "Just think, Gregg, by the time you get back, my pussy will already be stretched out and full of his cum. You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? You could have his sloppy-seconds as soon as you walk through the door." "Oh god, April!" I moaned. Pre-cum was dripping down my leg. "I love it when you talk like that." "Yeah, you can't wait to slide your cock in my pussy after Anthony's already been there, can you? Mmm... he's gonna leave it so loose and messy for you, baby. Did you see the size of his hands? My pussy's gonna get a big, black cock in it tonight!" And with that she turned and went into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. I couldn't remember the last time I was so turned-on. My wife had given me a raging erection and she knew it. April loves to tease me this way before one of her big nights. I remember a couple of years ago when she went to visit her friend, Tracy in New Orleans. For three weeks before her trip she tormented me by talking about how naughty she was going to be, and how many guys her and Tracy were going to fuck. Tracy is the only person that knows about our half-open marriage. She is almost as hot, and just as much of a slut as my wife is. I had no doubt that they'd encounter some studs willing to stick their dicks in April and Tracy's god forsaken pussies, and I was right. By the time she got home late Sunday afternoon I was ready to explode with curiosity. As soon as April came through the door she unbuttoned her shirt to show off all of the bite marks on her breasts. "It's a good thing I don't have to hide this from you eh?" April kidded. She then lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and showed me that her pubic hair was tangled with dried semen. I immediately dropped my pants, picked her up, and slid my rampant cock into her engorged sex. As I fucked her, April explained that the cum all over her snatch was from two different guys that her and Tracy had spent the weekend partying with, and that she had fucked another guy on Thursday. I wound up banging her against the door of our home while April gave her accounts of what – and who she did while on her short vacation in New Orleans. My hands were still trembling as I waited for April to change. My imagination was filled with images of her and Anthony rutting in our bed. I couldn't belive how much I was looking forward to later on when I would come back to our room and find her post-coital cunt waiting for my tongue. I hoped his cock would be as big as April said it would. I know that she prides herself on her ability to discern who has a big dick and who doesn't. She's almost always right, and of course there was the fact that he was black... When we first began talking about my wife's sexual history, April had told me that the rumors of black guys and their big dicks were true. She explained that she'd slept with at least thirty black guys and not one of them ever had a small dick. April claimed that if cauccassian men averaged five to six inches when erect – then black guys averaged more like seven or eight inches – and one out of ten were absolutely huge. When my wife finally emerged from the bathroom I just about died. She was wearing one of those micro mini-skirts that barely covered her ass. Her top was a sleevless button-up that show-cased her substantial cleavage. All I could think of to say was "Wow!" April grinned. "What do you think?" she said, twirling around. As she spun, her skirt lifted, and I could see her G-string panties. "I bought it two days before our trip." "I think I might want to keep you all to myself." I replied, half serious. "Sorry, Gregg. Anthony gets me first tonight. You can have what's left-over after he's done." I could only groan in anticipation. When we arrived at our table the rest of the guys were already there. I almost laughed when I saw the looks on their faces when they saw what April was wearing. During the meal the guys were constantly flirting with my wife and she was flirting back. The only time I felt any sort of jealousy was when Anthony and April would exchange prolonged glances. I could see that my wife was deeply attracted to him and it bothered me a little. It reminded me of a certain night several years ago when April and I went to a rock show together. She had dressed in a similar outfit, only instead of a short skirt she wore a very skimpy pair of cut-off shorts and a tight tank-top. She looked smokin' hot and I was not surprised at how many heads she turned. We had just got a couple of beers and found a spot about twenty feet from the stage when the band made their appearance. Now these guys aren't exactly U2 or anything. You won't hear their music on any radio station that I know of, but they are quite talented. This band has a large fan base in Canada and parts of the United States so it's not like they're a bunch of hacks, I just think that they would rather have nothing to do with mainstream. Anyway, April and I drank beer and enjoyed the show for about ten songs. Then my wife turned to me and said that she wanted to get closer to the stage. I nodded and we began making our way through the crowd of people. Just then the band broke into one of their most popular songs and there was a sudden rush of fans onto the floor. April and I were separated. I tried to get to her but it was no use. There were just too many people. I had made my way to the foot of the stage but on the far right. April did too, but about thirty feet to my left. She was standing directly in front of the bass player. Now, let me explain. The bass player in this band is considered by all females to be very good-looking. There wasn't a single woman in that place that wouldn't have done just about anything to sleep with him – including my wife. I felt my stomach turn as I realized that she had let go of my hand on purpose. She had deliberately let go so she could be closer to this guy without me cramping her style. As the rock show continued they were making eye contact the whole time. I knew that from his vantage point the bass player had a great view down my wife's tank-top. I had a tough time concentrating on the music while my wife stood thirty feet away, looking as though she was attempting to seduce some rock and roll stud. I couldn't figure out why it bothered me so much. April and I had been married for three months at this time, and she'd already fucked two other guys – both with my knowledge and approval. This was different though. This guy was too good-looking and too desirable. He was a threat to my man-hood. Just like Anthony... After the band pounded through their last song, the crowd began to dispurse. I stood near the back and waited for April, but she was busy talking to the bass player. They talked for a long time and just as I was about to go over and retrieve my wife, when she turned and came towards me. April was positively glowing. "Guess what, baby! Corey invited me to go back-stage and party with him!" "That's nice." "I can't believe he picked me! This is so awesome!" "You're not actually going to go are you?" "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" She said, looking at me like I was crazy. "'Cause he wants to fuck you." "Of course he does! I thought you wanted me to fuck other guys!" she said, loud enough for the people around us to hear. "April! Keep your voice down!" I snapped, noticing the criticizing looks we were getting. "Look," she said, with less volume, "Corey could have chose any girl here tonight and he chose me. If he wants to fuck me, then I'd be insane not to do it. It was your idea for me to sleep around in the first place, now you're going to have to deal with the consequences. Look, Gregg, I'm sorry, but I'm going back-stage, I'll see you at home later." With that my wife left me and went with Corey. I can't remember ever feeling so humiliated. Ignoring the looks from some of the people that overheard us, I left immediately and drove home. I was shaking with anger for over an hour. There was no way that I was going to fall asleep knowing where my groupie, slut for a wife was. I paced around our house, for some time before finally going downstairs and pounding on the heavy bag. Afterwards I began to calm down a bit and went to bed. Images of April sucking and fucking that rockstar began to flood my mind. Although I was still upset with my disobedient wife, I began to get hard. I tossed and turned, I tried to sleep, but the more I pictured them together the more aroused I became. It was just after five a.m. when a cab finally pulled into our driveway. I looked out the window and saw my wife getting out. As she came into the house I turned on the bedside lamp. Not a word was said as April undressed and got into bed beside me. After about a minute I broke the silence. "So, did you..." "Fuck him? – Yeah. Are you mad?" "No, not anymore. I'm still a little jealous, but I think I'm mostly just turned-on." April's face broke out into a devilish grin. "Does that mean you want to fuck me? Corey didn't wear a condom and he left my pussy stretched out and full of cum – just how you like it. You could even lick it first if you want." She said peeling the covers aside and spreading her legs. I couldn't help but moan with approval as I took in the sight of my wife's used pussy, sticky and bloated from being pumped full of another guy's semen. Locked in her power I slid down between her steamy thighs and gazed at her well-worked cunt. April was right. Her pussy was swollen and gaping open. The smell of sex made me want to eat her all the more. I couldn't belive it. Four hours ago I wanted to knock Corey's teeth down his throat, now, I couldn't wait to slurp his spent jizz from my wife's creamy fuck-hole. Needing no further encouragement I ran my tongue up through the soft folds of her succulent snatch. I could taste Corey's semen – it was delicious. "So I partied with the band and their roadies for about an hour back-stage before Corey took me into his motor home." She said between gasps as I worked my tongue over her inflamed clit. "We made out, and I sucked his cock. It was big – really big. I don't think I've fucked a guy with a cock like that since Dan." She said, refering to one of the more well-endowed black guys she slept with before meeting me. "The first time he fucked me hard and fast and he came in my pussy. He didn't ask if I was on the pill or anything – he just knew that I wanted his cum inside of me." "Afterwards we shared a joint, and then I sucked his big cock some more. Baby I'm sorry, but I just loved sucking him, he had such a good cock. He fucked me twice more and blew his load in my pussy both times." "Did he make you come?" I asked between licks. "No, but if you keep doing that I'll come in your mouth. Oh god, that feels so good!" she moaned. "Keep sucking my clit... oh fuck... I'm going to cum!" My wife ground her soaked pussy on my face. "Oh fuck I'm cumming in your mouth!" I gave her quivering snatch a few more licks before I lined my throbbing erection up with her vagina. As I sank my eager prink into April's pre-fucked pussy I couldn't help but notice just how slack she was. "Oh, April," I groaned, "your pussy's never felt this loose before!" "That's because a big cock just finished fucking it, baby!" She gasped. "It was so good! I'm sorry, but he really was an unbelievable lay, Gregg. Even if you took away the fact that he is talented, famous, and extremely good-looking, he would still be one of the best fucks that I've ever had." The sensation of fucking my wife's pussy after it had been stretched by a larger phallus was indescribable. Although I felt very little friction, I knew that I was about to have the biggest orgasm of my life. April kept twisting and moaning beneath me as I rutted in her sloppy, wet cunt. Corey's semen was leaking everywhere. "Oh god," she gasped. "I just love getting fucked by two guys in one night! It makes me feel so dirty – going from one cock to another like this!" Hearing those words sent me over the edge. With a huge gutteral moan, my prick started spurting uncontrolably into my wanton wife. Never had I ejaculated with intensity such as this. It felt almost like I was having two orgasms at the same time. Later, as April and I cuddled, I admited to her that I was glad she had disobeyed me and fucked Corey. That is why I didn't object to the thought of her and Anthony together now – I knew the pay-off would be worth it. Following supper we smoked some fine Dominican tobbacco and enjoyed some after dinner drinks before heading to the bar. After about an hour at the club April was clearly drunk. I could tell that the night was starting to veer out of control. She was dancing like the most abandoned of sluts – grinding her ass and tits against whomever her current dance partner was at the time. Due to the fact that her skirt was so short, everyone could see her panties and most of the guys that danced with her returned to our table sporting obvious bulges. At one point I saw her kissing both Mark and Anthony as they sandwiched her on the dance floor. It made me feel uneasy to see her do that in front of everyone, but at the same time I wanted to see more. A few minutes later I was in the washroom when Anthony and Mark walked in. At first they were loud and boisterous, but when they saw me they went silent. Anthony went over to a urinal and took a piss. Mark turned to me and stammered, "Uh, listen, man... if we're out of line with your wife earlier then we're sorry." A Dirty-Thirty Birthday Ch. 02 "Yeah," said Anthony as he shook his dick and put it back in his pants. "It's just that she's so hot and she's been flirting real heavy with all of us. I hope we didn't take things too far." "It's okay." I said, almost choking on my words, "I know how hard it is to resist her, besides I think April will let you guys go as far as you want with her tonight." They both looked at me with shock and uncertainty. "You see fella's, um, well, April and I have this understanding..." I felt akward explaining to these two black guys that I actually allow my wife to fuck other men. I have never told anyone about our half-open marriage before, but I now assumed that my wife wanted to do more than just fuck Anthony. Judging by her wanton behavior, I suspected that April might be willing to fuck all of the guys we were partying with – and I wanted to make it happen. As we left the washroom I saw April back on the dance floor, this time she was kissing and grinding with Scott. Once they were done, I gently pulled her aside. "Looks like you're having a good time." I said. "Have you seen all the guys I've been kissing?" she giggled, pressing her body against me. My wife was slurring her words and I knew that she was ripe for the taking. "Yeah, it's making me hot." "I feel like being a very bad girl tonight, baby." "I know." "I want to have a threesome." I couldn't believe it. She was practically setting my plan up herself and she didn't even know it! "With who?" I croaked. "I don't know. I can't decide. Definetly Anthony, but also Mark or Scott, maybe even Aaron. Which one do you think? It's so hard, I like all of the guys and I'm pretty sure they all want to fuck me." "Do you know what I think, baby?" I said, grinding my stiff cock against her crotch. "I think that it wouldn't really be a dirty-thirty birthday unless you let all of them fuck you." "Oh my god, you mean a gang-bang?" "Uh huh. Do you see Anthony over there talking with the rest of the guys? He's already setting it up." "What?! What did you tell them?" "I told them a little about our special relationship and that I wanted them to give you an unforgettable birthday present." April looked me in the eyes. "I can't believe you just did that! You're so bad!" "I know." April bit her lip in contemplation. "You want to watch, don't you?" I nodded. "More than anything." "Are you sure? Are you sure that you can handle watching six, stiff cocks pumping into my pussy – especially if some are big and black?" I nodded again. My stomach was doing flip-flops. "Okay," she moaned, "Let's go now." A Dirty-Thirty Birthday Ch. 03 There was no pretense of what was about to happen as we made our way through the streets of La Romana back to our hotel. My sinful and sexy wife, April was about to spread her legs for the six horny guys (three of them black) that we met earlier that day while vacationing in the Dominican Republic. It was about 1:30 a.m. by the time we got back to the hotel. Everyone piled into the elevator as April began kissing all of the guys. I heard her whisper to Anthony, that she wanted him to take her first. I'd like to say that I had a raging erection at this point, but unfortunately it was the exact opposite. Although I was definitely looking forward to watching my wife fuck these studs, I was also shaking with nervous anticipation, and as a result my prick had shriveled up like I was swimming in ice cold water. When we got to our room Anthony and Aaron wasted little time getting April over to the bed. They unbuttoned her shirt and un-clasped her bra, soon she was naked from the waist up as they kissed and fondled her flawless breasts. April was busy undoing Anthony's pants as they lowered her onto the bed. My wife moaned as she exposed Anthony's rather large, black cock. It was only semi-hard but already looked quite big. She began sucking and stroking him while Aaron kissed his way down my wife's tight body towards her panty-covered pussy. After a couple of minutes April's talented mouth had brought Anthony to full erection, and I have to admit that I was jealous of his size. His glans were huge, about the size of a small plum, the shaft was thick enough that April's fingers barely touched when she wrapped her hand around it. Anthony's balls were big too, they looked engorged and full of sperm. His cock was so big that April could only fit about three inches of him in her mouth at once. She looked so sexy with her full lips stretching around his twitching prick that my cock finally began to stiffen. I could hardly breathe as I watched my wife eagerly raise her hips so Aaron could remove her panties. April's short skirt was still on, but it was bunched up around her waist, and when the rest of the guys saw her pussy there was an audible gasp at the sight of it. Although my wife trims her pubic hair on a regular basis, I believe that her pussy would be considered slightly hairy by todays standards. I know that the trend is towards completely bald, but she keeps it with just enough hair that it pokes out of the sides of her panties. Aaron moaned as he inhaled in the scent of April's sex before plunging his tongue into her hot pussy. Everyone watched as April sucked and jacked Anthony's cock, while Aaron lapped away between her sexy thighs and even licked her ass. Soft moans, sighs and the quiet slurping sounds of oral sex filled the room while the rest of the guys removed their clothes in order to invade my brazen wife. When everyone had their pants undodne, I was both relieved and disappointed to see that the only guy larger than myself was Anthony. Most of the girls that I've slept with have commented on the size of my cock. It's a solid eight inches and thick, but it wasn't even close to the enormity of the black cock that was in my wife's mouth at the time. I looked forward to how loose and sloppy her pussy would feel after this. Mark was about the same size as me, Scott and Jake were about seven inches, and the rest of the guys were about average. After about five minutes of April's talented mouth Anthony said, "Oh man, I can't take it anymore! I need to fuck her now." Aaron reluctantly moved so Anthony could get between April's spread legs. He had left her wet and ready for Anthony's huge prick. My mouth was dry and my heart thudded in my chest as I watched my wife take his dark phallus in her wedding ring hand and guide it toward her eager pussy. His big knob fist touched, then parted April's wet slit, and with a groan of satisfaction Anthony buried about half of his cock into her with one stroke. He pulled almost all of the way out, then, they both gasped as he buried himself balls-deep into my wife. I was astonished to see how easily her vagina stretched to accept such a large penis. They stayed like that for half a minute, Anthony's ass flexed several times as he tried to inch more of his cock into April's salacious cunt. "Oh fuck!" she grunted as he began to slowly but deliberately plunge in and out of her dripping pussy. "I love your cock!" As Anthony's tempo increased, I could see were my wife's flat tummy gave away the depth of which his penis was reaching inside of her. Everytime he thrust forward her stomach bulged just below her belly-button. He had a really big dick. "Is this...ahhh...what you wanted to see, baby? Huh?" Gasped my wife. "My pussy working on this big... ugh... black cock? Oooh, it's so big! Oh god! Oh fuck!" "Yeah, April!" I said under my breath. "Fuck him, baby! Fuck him good!" April pulled her thighs up and open allowing Anthony to plow even deeper. He was fucking her really hard now, and she loved it. I moved in behind so I could watch his cock pumping in and out of my wife. Her cunt was stretched tight around him and it was so wet that her hot juices were running down her ass and staining the bedsheets. It turned me on knowing that Anthony's cock was going deeper and spreading my wife's vagina more than mine would ever be able to. April told me later that the only guy that she's ever fucked with a bigger dick was Shamus. (see "Sloppiest of Seconds") Her pussy made wet sloshing sounds as cock number forty-eight rhythmatically plowed my shameless slut for a wife. I found myself unconsciously massaging my stiff prick through my pants as my eyes drank in the erotic sight. After about five minutes Anthony's thrusting suddenly became more urgent, his full balls smacked April's ass. "Oooh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" gasped Anthony as he pounded into my sexy babe. "Yeah, do it!" cried my wife, "I want you to cum hard in my pussy! Ohhh..." Anthony thrust deep and roared that he was cumming. From my vantage point I could see the underside of his cock flexing over and over as he ejaculated into her with remarkable intensity. The sight of this well-endowed black man insemenating my wife sent me over the edge. My knees suddenly went weak and I involuntarily began spurting a load into my pants. I came hard, but recovered just in time to see Anthony move out of the way so Aaron could take her next. A glob of spunk was slowly making its way out of my wife's gaping hole as Aaron slid his erection inside of her. He fucked her hard and fast. Anthony's cum leaked out everywhere, and after only thirty seconds Aaron bellowed, "Oh April, you're the hottest girl I've ever fucked!" then he buried his face in her neck as he too unloaded his balls into her pussy. "Sorry." He said, as he eased himself out of her creamy snatch. "I didn't mean to cum so soon, it's just that you're so hot and..." "It's okay, you can have as many turns as you want tonight." said my wife. She looked over at me when she said this and I nodded in agreement. I wanted to see my wife drain every set of balls in the room. Jake was sitting in the chair stroking his dick. "Hey April, come on over here, baby." She got off the bed and knelt in front of him. "Do you need some help with that big cock of yours, Jake?" "Yeah, it needs to be sucked." "I like sucking black cocks." Replied my wife as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft before enveloping him in her mouth. Jake's head fell back as April worked his cock with her mouth and hands. Her ass and thighs were shiny with spent cum, and her hole was gaping open. My prick was hard again and I wanted to bend down and start licking her, but there was no way I'd ever do such a thing in front of all the guys. Jake looked over at me and said, "Oh man, your wife really knows how to suck my cock." Mark knelt behind her and rubbed the head of his cock on her swollen cunt. April looked back and said, "Yeah, do it – fuck me." He slid in easily. When he pulled out, his black dick was awash with semenal fluid. He groaned and then started pumping my wife deep and hard. April had to release Jake's cock from her mouth so she could gasp and pant while Mark fucked her wanton pussy. He gave it to her harder than anyone else so far. His big, black balls slapped against her wet cunt. Not wanting to leave him out of the action, April squeezed her tits around Jake's cock so he could fuck them instead of her mouth. I still can't believe I got to watch all of this take place! Although I have fantasized about watching April with other guys, I was not at all prepared for the intensity of the emotions I was feeling as my wife took on two black studs right in front of me. She was so into it! April was fucking and sucking these guys like it was the last time she'd ever see a dick in her life. Just then Mark grimaced and shuddered as he flooded her with yet another load of spunk. When he pulled out a torrent of cum gushed out of her and ran down her thigh. Todd swiftly moved in and sank his dick into April's freshly creamed cunt. I couldn't believe that these guys were so willing to stick it to her so soon after one of their buddies had filled her with jizz. At first, Todd looked like he was going to cum right away, but he managed to hold off until Jake cried out and pumped half a dozen spurts all over April's breasts. As soon as Jake finnished cumming, April sucked his cock some more while Todd gave a series of grunts and blasted his load into her busy pussy. Scott was the only one that hadn't cum yet, so he helped April up and layed her out on the bed. He pushed her legs up and held them open by the back of her thighs while he entered my wife's greedy cunt. She was gaping wide open now, and I couldn't believe how much semen there was. His long hair hung down in front of his face as he drove his stiff, cum-soaked prick in and out of April's sloppy snatch. I was amazed at how proficient my wife was at taking on this many guys. I had to remind myself that this was not the first time that she has been with more than one guy at a time. April has told me stories of her involved in several threesomes as well as a handfull of gang-bangs. Twice when she was in college, April fucked groups of three and four guys respectively. Shortly before we met, April did four studs out celebrating a bachelor party. However, the dirtiest thing she's ever done happened about a year and a half before we started dating. April had a black boyfriend named Mike. One night he took her to a bar that his friend owned. April said that most of the patrons were either black or hispanic. She suspects that they must have put something in her drink because she remembers so little about what happened that night. All of the guys were making suggestive remarks including, Mike. April liked the attention she was getting, and she flirted shamelessly with all of the guys. They encouraged her to dance while they watched. Some of the guys tried to get her to strip. At one point she found herself on her knees in front of Mike sucking his big dick while a crowd of men cheered her on. Then someone lifted up her skirt and began fingering her wet slit. April rarely wore panties back then, and she soon felt a hard cock nudging her pussy open. She tried to say no, but Mike told her that everything was okay, and just to suck him off and let it happen. April knew in the back of her mind that something was wrong. She hadn't drank enough to feel this disoriented. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. Before she knew it, the guy behind her was already fucking her, and soon blew his load in her pussy. As soon as he was done, someone else took a turn, and then another. After a few more guys, April remembers thinking 'What's one more, now? I've already been fucked so much, what's one more?' As I said most of what happened was a blur, but she remembers sucking lots of cock and being fucked a lot. She doesn't know how she got home, and when she woke up it was three-thirty in the afternoon. Her whole body was sticky with dried cum and it was still leaking out of her pussy. When I asked her how many guys she fucked, April replied, "Well, there was about fifteen to twenty guys in the bar that night, and I'm pretty sure all of them did me..." 'This is what it must have looked like.' I thought as I watched my sexy babe pumping her hips to meet Scott's thrusting. Cum was sloshing out of her distended cunt and I could tell that he was getting ready to add even more fluid to her over-flowing twat. "Come over here, Gregg. Come and be with me." April said. I got on the bed with them and my wife pulled my face down to her sticky lips just as Scott announced that he was cumming in her pussy. I couldn't belive it – here I was kissing my wife, while another guy was pumping her full of cum. Scott finished ejaculating, then disentangled himself from my wife, but the cluster-fuck didn't stop there. For the next two hours all six guys fucked April until none of them could get it up. It was the hottest sight I've ever seen – I couldn't believe how much spunk there was. They came inside her, in her mouth, on her tits, in her pussy, over and over again. Finally at about 4:00 a.m. the guys got dressed and left. April was exhausted. She was lying on the bed, legs spread, a heavy flow of cum oozed out of her loose pussy. April's eyes were partially closed and she had a slight smile on her lips. "So is it your turn with the slut now?" she asked. "Can you handle one more?" I asked, hopefully as I removed my clothes. "Of course, you know I always let you have the last fuck of the night, but umm... Maybe you could go down on me first? I haven't cum yet..." I couldn't help but be a little apprehensive about eating my wife's fucked-out pussy. After all, six guys had just dumped numerous loads in her, and you can well imagine how it must have looked and smelled. "Come on Gregg, you know that you want to. When will you get another chance to lick cum from six other guys out of my pussy?" At first I tried to decline her unpleasant offer, but she pleaded with me, and soon I found myself between her well-worked thighs – my face inches from her swollen, cum-filled snatch. Her scent was overwhelming, she absolutely reeked of sex. If I had not been so aroused from watching her I doubt that I'd be doing this. Tentatively, I slid my tongue through the river of spunk and into my wife's gang-bangy cunt. It was so loose and full, it only took about one second before my mouth was full of semen. It was too much. My stomach lurched as I swallowed the acrid, salty fluid. April chuckled as I tried to keep from choking. She put her hand on the back of my head and gently forced my face back towards her jizzy pussy. "That's it, baby." She whispered. "suck out all of that hot spunk. I need you to make me cum." I re-doubled my efforts as I worked my lips and tongue over April's abused twat. In no time, my face was soaked. There seemed to be an endless supply of fluid inside her. Everytime I cleared a glob of cum from the entrance to her pussy another would replace it almost immediately. Now I've gone down on my wife after she has come home with her wayward cunt absolutely brimming with some other guy's cum, but it was never like this. I had to stop several times to keep from gagging. I found that it was somewhat bearable if I stayed away from the semen that had been churned into a frothy mess and concentrated on flicking my tongue rapidly over her swollen clit. Soon April began to reach her climax. I slipped two, three and then four fingers into her yawning fuck-hole and wriggled them around. "Uhg fuck!" she gasped. "That's it! Oh yeah - I'm fucking cumming!" I felt April's body stiffen and her pussy throb, as she came. Fresh semen spilled out from her hole and down her ass, thanks to the powerful spasms she was having, and to my surprise I licked it up. I then kissed my way up April's sweaty, sticky body and we both watched as my aching prick sank into her ravaged vagina. "Oh god!" I groaned. "Is it loose, baby?" she asked knowingly. "Oh yeah, it's so loose I can barely feel you!" "Mmm... I can barely feel you too, baby." She replied. The smell of cum kept wafting up from between April's legs as I fucked her. She was such a mess. There was so much semenal fluid still lining the walls of my wife's pussy that it was actually preventing me from touching the sides. Never-the-less, I was so aroused, I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long. "Did I look sexy fucking all those guys, baby?" "Yeah, it was really hot. I loved watching you fuck and suck all those cocks – especially the black ones... oh god, I want to kiss you!" My wife and I kissed long and hard, it turned me on as I pictured her lips wrapped around the six other dicks she'd recently had in her mouth. We broke our kiss to gasp and pant as my tempo increased. I could feel several loads of spunk dripping all over my cock and balls, it was foaming in my pubic hair and I could still taste it in my mouth. My sexy wife smelled of sweat and semen from other men. It turned me on so much, and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. "I'm so dirty." April whispered, as we watched my cum-streaked prick slosh in and out of her devastated snatch. "I can't believe that I was just gang-banged in front of my husband. Was it as good as you thought it would be?" "It was better." I gasped. "When Anthony fucked you and blew his load, I came in my pants. Just thinking about it is enough to make me cum!" "Yeah? Are you going to be the seventh guy to cum in my pussy tonight?" "Oh yeah!" "Then cum in me, baby – cum in my dirty pussy. Oh, It's been fucked so much!" "Oh god, April – I'm cumming! Ahh fuck..." My head flew back and my hips thrust forward as I pumped what must have been the fifteenth load of cum into my wife's slutty cunt. Spurt after spurt – I came hard, and added a substantial amount of semen to her jizzy pussy. We stayed like that for several minutes, my prick intermittently twitching inside of April's messy, unfaithful cunt. I lingered inside of her for a long time before finally pulling out and rolling to the side. April and I kissed, and spoke our love for each other as we drifted off to sleep on the sweat and semen soaked bedsheets. The next day was April's birthday, so she wanted to be with me exclusively. As it turned out, we didn't see the guys until the following day. By then, Scott and Jake had hooked up with some girls from Texas, and I could tell that Aaron and Todd were disturbed about what had happened the other night by the way they tried to avoid us. However, Mark and Anthony seemed to be completely okay with everything and we mostly hung out with them over the next four days. It was perfect. Every night those two black studs would take turns sticking it to my wife. Sometimes I watched, sometimes I didn't, but I always went down on her swollen, red pussy afterwards – glazed with who knows how many loads of hot, sticky cum, before sliding my stiff cock into her for some sloppy-thirds. April was faithful to me after Anthony and Mark went home, but only because she felt somewhat guilty for spending so much time balling other men. She easily could have been with two or three more guys if she wanted to. All the same, my wife fucked eight guys in ten days making her "Dirty-Thirty" birthday vacation a successful one. Ten weeks later, we continue to use what happened to stimulate our every-day sex life. April says she wants to have sex with multiple parteners again sometime soon, and I want to see her do it. Our anniversary is coming up in July, maybe I could watch her take on six more guys, one for every year we've been married?