I’ve been married to Loretta for 12 years, and from the moment I met her I knew I had to have her.

She is a stunningly sexy woman, with long brown hair, an exceptionally attractive face, great legs and a perfect ass, and she is especially well endowed in the breast department. She exudes a sexuality that brings her a lot of attention from both men and women. I was never threatened by this, and in fact have always found myself aroused by the lustful looks and occasional approaches other men have made to my wife.

Loretta understands this, and sometimes we would fantasize about what I would do if she took another man into our bed. This turned us both on, and we would have great sex while talking about it.

A few months ago Loretta won a trip to Jamaica in an office pool. I was working and unable to go, but I urged her to go on her own and have a good time.

When she got back, Loretta seemed a little perturbed, saying she needed to discuss something with me. After being without her for a week, I was extremely horny, and I started to undress her before she could explain. When I removed her bra I was taken aback to discover a big hickey on each of her large tits.

My already hard cock twitched and jumped as I ran my fingers, and then my tongue, over these vivid marks. My reaction indicated to Loretta that she didn’t have to worry about me being jealous, and she then became extremely aroused herself as she told me what had happened.

During her vacation she had become friendly with a handsome young waiter at her hotel named Manuel. One night they took a walk on the beach together, under a tropical moon. She hadn’t actually let him fuck her, but they had made out quite heavily, and the hickeys on her tits were the result.

The effect of this tale on both of us was immediate and electric. I again tongued Manuel’s calling cards as I sank myself into my wife, and I encouraged her to call out his name as she climaxed.

This episode enlivened our sex life for some time, as we continued to fantasize about bringing other men into our bed. Then one day Loretta told me about an attractive new client at her firm named Anthony, who flew into town from time to time, and who had been pretty clear about wanting to take her to bed. She said she wasn’t sure if she wanted to encourage him or not. I didn’t press her, but I let her know that I would not be unduly perturbed if that happened.

One afternoon I got a rather frazzled phone call from my wife, saying that she needed to discuss something with me when I got home from work. I knocked off early that day, and got home before she did. Looking into the bedroom, I couldn’t help noticing that the bed looked a bit more rumpled than usual, and the wastepaper basket was standing next to it, rather than in its usual place. When I went to move it back I saw two big clumps of tissue inside. My fingers trembled a bit as I unwrapped one. Sure enough, inside it was a used condom, and it looked pretty full. I disentangled it from the tissues and held it up. The end sagged obscenely with a big load of come.

Whatever vestigial feelings of jealousy or anger I might have felt at that moment were completely obliterated by my overwhelming sense of arousal. I was pretty sure that the come belonged to Anthony, although the possibility that my wife had picked up a stranger also excited me.

I tilted the condom and let some of its contents flow out onto my fingers. I don’t know why, but I was compelled to bring them to my lips and taste another man’s sperm for the first time. This aroused me even more. I found myself jerking off as I knelt on the bed where my wife had just fucked another man, and I had a huge orgasm, which I was busy cleaning up when Loretta got home.

As soon as she came into the bedroom the sight of my still throbbing cock told her immediately that I knew. Before she could speak I took her in my arms and gave her a deep tongue kiss. “Someone’s been busy this afternoon,” I said when our mouths parted. “Tell me all about it.” I then placed her hand on my cock, so she could masturbate me as she told me the story.

Again, my acceptance and excitement at what she had done relaxed her, and turned her on as well. I started to undress her as she told me what had happened while continuing to work my cock.

It was pretty straightforward. Anthony had come into the office that morning and had come on to her again, and this time she had basically given in. They had driven to our house, first stopping at a drugstore for some condoms. Loretta was on the Pill, but Anthony didn’t want to take any chances.

I asked Loretta if she had come when he fucked her, and she said yes, she had come several times. This inflamed both of us tremendously, so I laid her on the bed where they had done it and thrust myself into her, fucking her wildly as she continued to tell me how it was, how much she’d enjoyed it, how she had cried out Anthony’s name as she came.

I was going crazy with lust, but at one point I pulled out of Loretta so I could reach over to the wastebasket and fish out the other condom that had been deposited there. Like the first one, It sagged heavily with Anthony’s load. I held it up in front of Loretta and told her to touch it. She moaned as she ran her fingers over it, gently caressing it as though it still contained her lover’s hard cock.

I don’t know what possessed me, but after a moment I lowered the condom and pulled it onto my throbbing penis. I felt the coolness of Anthony’s sperm mingling with my own precome inside the sheath. Holding the condom by its base to keep it on, I sank myself again into Loretta’s throbbing pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you with Anthony’s come!” I told her as I began to ram into her body, harder and harder. This got us even hotter, and we fucked like crazy. But I still wanted more. Again I pulled out of her and slid the condom off my cock, which was now covered with Anthony’s essence. I then flipped the sheath over and poured the rest of Anthony’s load all over my throbbing pole. Loretta watched me with wide eyes, and then cried out with passion as I drove my dripping cock into her right to the balls.

It was an incredible turn-on to feel that in some way Loretta was fucking Anthony all over again, with my help. I hammered into her while I told her to call out Anthony’s name, which she did again and again. This finished us both off, and we nearly blew the walls down with our shouts as we climaxed together.

After that, Loretta and I were faced with the question, where do we go from here? Did she want to take Anthony as a regular lover? Would I like to watch them and maybe jerk off, or did we want to make it a threesome? How would Loretta feel about having her body filled by two men at the same time? Or would she prefer to take us on one at a time, one after the other, again and again? This kind of speculation always got us hot, and the intensity of our sex life rose accordingly.

Finally we decided to take it slow, starting with another session with Loretta and Anthony alone. But this time, Loretta insisted, there would be no condoms; she wanted to feel his sperm inside her directly from his dick.

The second time was different, because of course I knew what was going on. I was at my office that afternoon, but my attention was not on my work. Several times I had to visit the office washroom and jerk off as I thought of what my wife was doing.

Loretta phoned me right after Anthony left, and I raced home. She was upstairs on the rumpled bed, wearing a dressing gown. I stripped off my clothes and knelt beside her on the bed. I was hard as a rock. She smiled demurely at me and said, “Anthony left something for you. Do you want to see?” With that she slowly opened her dressing gown to reveal her big breasts, each of which displayed a gleaming new hickey encircling the nipple.

Loretta smiled at me as she held up her tits and squeezed them together. “Just for you, darling,” she murmured. “A gift from Anthony.” I stared at them for a moment, transfixed, then lowered my mouth to each breast in turn, running my tongue all over and around the mark’s my wife’s lover had left on her. Loretta groaned loudly before gently pushing my head lower. “He left another gift for you too, darling,” she whispered. “In fact, he came three times.”

I lowered my head further, sliding my mouth over her belly until my tongue was lined up with her opening. It was moist, and a small rivulet of come was forming at its entrance. I dipped my tongue into the sweet liquor to capture a drop or two, and withdrew briefly before swallowing it, savoring the salty flavor.

I then proceeded to probe my wife’s pussy more ardently with my tongue, penetrating as deeply as I could and swallowing as much of Anthony’s essence as I could scoop out. I used my fingers also, to draw out still more of his vital fluid. Soon I was finger-fucking Loretta as I ate her, until she convulsed with an explosive orgasm, again screaming out her lover’s name.

“Do you like cleaning up your wife after she’s been with another man?” Loretta asked me teasingly when she had recovered her breath.

“Does it turn you on to suck another man’s load out of your wife’s cunt?”

Her very words inflamed me, as of course she had known they would, and I now climbed on top of her and slid my cock inside her to the hilt. I then bent down to kiss her, letting her taste what remained of Anthony’s juices in my mouth. I began a hard fucking rhythm as Loretta urged me on. “Do you like your wife fucking other men?” she asked repeatedly. “Does it turn you on to know that I’m full of another man’s sperm?”

“Oh yeah, baby!” I panted. “I love it when you fuck other men. Next time I want to cover your body with their come, so I can lick it off you!” We babbled on this way, each word driving us further out of our minds with lust, until we both came again.

Well, that was last week. I have no idea where we go from here, but it sure will be interesting to find out.