Jammed with hot young men, the corporate gala was like a designer boutique to my wife, and she was taking her time, checking out the wares and deciding which guy she wanted to fuck.

I love Livia with all my heart, and our three years of marriage have been bliss for me. She’s beautiful and smart, but also a shameless cock slut, and our being married hasn’t changed that one bit. I’m the only man in the world she can’t live without — but she likes a lot of recreational dick as well. I wouldn’t have had it any other way, especially because of how it has paid off for me.

I have my own peculiar kink. I like fucking a woman right after another man has had her. I like that sweaty, used feel of her body, the sight of her tousled hair and runny makeup. I want to smell another man’s scent on my woman.

Why should something like that get me so aroused? I honestly have no idea. But you can’t really explain sexual quirks. Nor should you try to.

Livia looked stunning in her evening dress, with her hair lacquered into a stylish coiffure. The party was a yearly event my firm put on, bringing in company people from all the branches to compare notes and celebrate our continuing success. But for Livia, it was like a smorgasbord of hot men.

I held back a little, mingling with other guests. But I noticed when my wife zeroed in on her prey. He was good-looking, of course, and he visibly responded when Livia approached and started talking to him. Her body language was a study in sensuality. By the time she was leaning in and whispering in his ear, the guy was hopelessly lost in her beauty. That was my cue to step in.

Livia smiled and said, “Hank, meet my husband, Marc. This is Hank, who wants to have sex with me.”

I reached out and shook his hand. He looked stunned. “There’s a limo waiting for us,” I told them.

Livia led him by the arm, explaining as we exited that I would be watching while the two of them fucked. In a choked voice Hank agreed to the terms. No man turns Livia down.

The three of us climbed into the back of the spacious limousine. Livia said to the driver, “Circle the park, please.” Then she raised the opaque divider between the front and back of the vehicle. We were isolated behind the car’s tinted windows.

“Let’s have some champagne,” Livia suggested, in full control of the situation. She poured us glasses from the limo’s bar. Hank looked as nervous as hell. When he shot me a few apologetic looks, I smiled back reassuringly.

They were on the backseat, and I occupied a facing seat. Livia moved in close to Hank, rubbing his chest.

Before it could go further he burst out with, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this! I can’t have sex with another man’s wife while he’s, he’s — here.” He gestured at me, looking exasperated.

Calmly, I said, “Hank, I want you to fuck her, so I can fuck her afterward. It’s the thing that turns me on most in the world. Like the old joke goes: Take my wife — please.” I smiled.

He smiled back uncertainly. “You’re a sloppy seconds guy?”

“I am.”

With that, he seemed to get it.

Hank turned to Livia and the two began kissing. It started a little tentatively on his part, but they were soon jamming their mouths together. Tongues tangled wildly as they made out in front of me.

Livia’s hands were on Hank, and he groped her magnificent tits through her dress. She reached down to squeeze his crotch. My own cock grew furiously hard.

They were undressing each other, pausing every few seconds to kiss and fondle. Their clothing was tossed to the floor piece by piece, and finally Hank was yanking off her panties, exposing Livia’s wet, ready pussy. She pulled off Hank’s briefs, and his cock bounced into view.

I unfastened my slacks and drew out my hard shaft. The voyeurism was fun, but it was only a preliminary for me, the warmup for the main act.

Livia turned and lay back on the long seat. Hank hunkered between her outspread thighs, lowering his mouth toward her waiting pussy.

She purred with pleasure as he licked her. Her hips started to buck, and she grabbed his hair and cried out sharply. Hank kept his mouth dutifully on her, slurping down her orgasmic juice.

Afterward, she returned the favor, sucking expertly on his cock. Then she had him sit up and lowered herself onto him reverse-cowgirl style. I continued to leisurely jerk my cock as she rode Hank’s.

He was energetic and enthusiastic, and before long Livia was in a sweat-shiny frenzy. Her hair had come out of its perfect updo, her mascara was smeared — and my excitement grew and grew.

They finished up doggie-style. Hank pounded her from behind, and Livia wailed with climactic joy. I saw Hank’s tight body go taut, and knew he was shooting his load into my wife’s pussy.

Ahh, perfect, I thought.

As they decoupled, I finished undressing. Hank, looking dazed, traded places with me. I gazed at Livia with naked adoration. She lay sprawled on the seat, limp and disheveled. She smiled dreamily at me. She knew how much this kind of sex meant to me.

I lay down with her and took her into my arms. I felt the lovely clamminess of her skin. I smelled Hank’s scent on her. I smelled Hank’s come.

I kissed her mouth, and her lips felt swollen. Her tongue met mine, and I swear I could taste the faint tang of Hank’s dick from when she’d gone down on him. The flavor only aroused me further. I pressed my hard cock against her soft thigh.

Hank had kissed her mouth. He’d handled her tits. I fancied I could still feel his body heat on her. I caressed the globes of her breasts and tugged at her stiff nipples.

I kissed her throat, and then I moved further down, pausing to suck those sweet swollen nips. She pushed her tit hard against my mouth, mewling with pleasure. Even though she’d just been thoroughly fucked, a new wave of excitement seemed to rise in her.

I ran my tongue down her belly, and she spread her legs languidly. As I moved into final position to lick her pussy, I heard Hank gasp.

But I did it. I put my tongue into my wife’s pussy — a pussy overflowing with another man’s jizz. This wasn’t some gay thrill for me. If I wanted to blow guys and drink their load, I’d damn well do it.

For me, this was just enjoying another pleasure of my peculiar kink. If I was into sloppy seconds — and I am — I would commit totally to it. And I do. A man had ravished my wife. She was still marked by that encounter. Eating the come out of her pussy was my intimate statement of who I was as a sexual being.

As a bonus, it turned Livia on to no end. She writhed on the leather seat, squealing with mounting pleasure. I even spared Hank another glance. Rapt, he watched us, pumping his cock helplessly.

I delved deep into her spunk-slick pussy. Livia jammed herself hard against my face, and I honed in on her swollen clit. Hank’s tongue had been there. His cock had been there. Now Livia was riding my mouth to a fresh, intense orgasm.

Her fingers wound into my hair. She

humped my face as my tongue continued to move busily. When her juices flowed, I swallowed them.

I came up panting with a string of come dribbling from the corner of my mouth. Livia, with rapture shining in her eyes, scooped it up with her finger and fed it to me. Hank moaned audibly at the sight. Maybe he was finding out things about himself that he hadn’t known before.

But my attention was on Livia. She remained lying back, lifting her knees toward her shoulders. I moved into place. My cock was achingly hard and leaking pre-come. My whole being was engaged, every cell in me ignited in pleasure.

I set my cockhead to the brim of her drenched pussy. I paused there a moment, teasing her, teasing myself. But soon I couldn’t hold back. I thrust hard into her. She rocked back into the deep leather cushions as ecstasy spread over her gorgeous face.

I began stroking into her. Recently fucked or not, her pussy gripped me nicely. Balls-deep, I relished the sensation.

Without Livia, I knew I wouldn’t have regular access to this sort of fun. We fit so well together. She needed multiple lovers. I needed to be second in line. The arrangement was perfect.

I thrust harder into her, and her tits bounced. Her smeared mouth opened on a lingering cry. I plowed her, jamming into her deep and sinking to her core. I wanted to join completely with this woman who was my wife.

My runaway excitement took over. I pounded her furiously, moving in a sexual blur. Her cry became a peal of climactic joy, and I was right there with her. Suddenly, my balls clenched and started unloading, and I jetted my come into her. The pleasure was unbelievable.

Finally, we slowed and stopped. Livia looked up into my eyes with boundless love, then we gently kissed.

When we looked at Hank, we saw he’d shot a fresh load onto his chest and stomach. We both smiled.