My husband agreed to an open marriage, which has allowed me to satisfy my lust for new lovers.

Since I discovered sex, I have loved the unique feeling of having a man’s cock buried in me.

It started with my high school prom date, Randy, a line-backer/tight end on the football team. We’d gone out a few times before, and I’d given him blowjobs. (Don’t worry, we were both 18!) But on prom night he fingered my pussy so well that I ended up spreading my legs for him, and I loved the sensation as his cock drove in and out of me. I experienced my first mind-blowing orgasm, and I was hooked. I played with myself every night.

When Randy and I broke up a couple of months later, I spread my legs for every guy who took me out just so I could feel his cock inside me. I never had any trouble getting a date, because everyone said I was cute and had a great body. Guys couldn’t keep their eyes off me, or for that matter keep their lips and hands off my 36C boobs.

In college my thirst for cocks grew to where, during sophomore year, I took a part-time job at an adult book/novelty store. At the job interview I let the owner fuck me twice in the back room. When he was done, he said I was hired. For the first two months I worked there, I spent half of my paychecks buying every type of sex toy. I had vibrators and dildos of all shapes and sizes as well as anal beads, butt plugs and nipple clips. When I came home that summer, I had to hide my toy collection so my parents wouldn’t find it!

Eventually I met Chris, and we made love on our second date. He loved the blowjob I gave him, and after I swallowed his delicious come, we made love in several positions. Chris proved to be the best pussy eater I ever met, and his thick nine-inch cock really stimulates my pussy.

That first night Chris saw my collection of sex toys, and I confessed that I masturbated daily but still craved the sensation of different cocks inside me. He gave me a big smile and said, “I can live with that,” and eight months later we walked down the aisle. That was four years ago.

Chris’s only condition for our getting married was that I could do whatever I wanted during the week, but on the weekends I was his unless he said otherwise. On the nights I went out, I would come home with my pussy filled with come and tell him what I had done while he made love to me.

Three weeks after our honeymoon I went out for drinks with a friend, and after she left for home, a nice-looking guy approached me and 20 minutes later I was in the back seat of his car blowing him and then fucking him. When I came home, Chris was lying in bed, and when I removed my short skirt he saw that I didn’t have panties on and my inner thighs were wet. He said, “Looks like you were naughty tonight.”

I asked if he was mad, and he said to come to bed and he would show me just how he felt. I crawled into bed naked and he gave me an open-mouth kiss that was really something. He moved quickly down my body and ate me to a glorious orgasm, then made love to me while I shared with him every last salacious detail of my tryst. He eventually poured two more loads of semen in me.

The next Friday night when I got home from work, Chris told me to change into a garter belt, stockings, thong and push-up bra because he had a surprise for me. I thought he wanted to have some sexy fun, so I put on my favorite red outfit, and when I came from the bedroom back out to the living room he handed me a drink and had me sit on his lap.

We made out for about ten minutes, but when the doorbell rang, I jumped off of Chris’s lap and started to head for the bedroom. He said to stay where I was. He opened the door, and there stood Reg, Hank and Marc, friends of his who’d been in our bridal party.

When the guys came into the apartment and saw me standing there dressed the way I was, their mouths fell open. Chris had evidently told them we had an open marriage and they could have me if I wanted them. The thought of taking on four men at once got my pussy juices flowing like crazy, so I smiled while turning toward the bedroom and motioned them with my finger to follow me.

What a wild night! I had never had multiple partners, and now I was going to have four! They were out of their clothes in seconds and I was being caressed and sucked by eight hands and four mouths. The sensation of mouths on both nipples, my mouth and my pussy at the same time put me on sensory overload. I came all night. Before it was over I had sucked all of the guys at least once, made love to each of them at least three times and for the first time got to know how it felt to be triple-teamed. What a night!

By the time the guys left, I was spent. My throat was sore from blowing the guys all night as well as from the screaming I did each time I came. Chris and I curled up in spoon position on the soaked bed and fell asleep. Later that night, I woke up feeling his hard cock pressing against my butt. I let out a moan and lifted my right leg while remaining lying on my side. Seconds later his big cock slid in my semen-filled butt and he made love to me once more while telling me how turned on he got from watching me make love to the guys.

That was the first night we tested our arrangement, and since then, true to this word, Chris has let me go out during the week and pick up guys whenever I feel the urge, and after I’ve enjoyed sex with them, I come home and he ravishes my body while I tell him every lurid detail. In the past three years I’ve had dozens of men, and I still find each different in one way or another. Chris also has his three buddies come over every couple of months and I take all four of them on.