Stories - Opening the Marriage

Opening the Marriage

by Epic Sex Stories

Like most single moms, I would do anything to support my kids. As a Vegas stripper, I have. I put myself on my book covers to remind me what inspired that epic sex story. You wouldn't believe half of the shit that I've seen or done. To find out, read my books and check out my 400 sexy photos on Flickr.com (change search filter to restricted, then search for Epic Sex Stories). Tell me what you think at Goodreads.com.

Copyright 2011 by Epic Sex Stories

Published by Smashwords for Epic Sex Stories

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental. All rights are reserved. Except for book reviews, no more than four paragraphs can be reproduced without written permission from the author.

EXCERPTS:

My husband Jack once joked that fucking is what guys do when women are making love to them.

"There are three kinds of women: those who don't enjoy giving oral sex, and therefore do it as little as possible; those who do it to please or reward their man, who do it when horny; and, three, that rare woman who just loves to suck cock. The punch line? If you ever find a girl in Category 3, fucking marry her!"

"Will you fuck me up the ass?" I begged Rodney. I felt like such a bully, making that poor fucking linebacker tackle my tight end. "Please punish me," I pleaded. "I've been a bad girl, and I want to get worse. I need it to hurt. The more it hurts, the less guilty I'll feel." Which turned out to be totally untrue. "Your punishment will be my pleasure." When I watched the video later, it looked like a baseball bat stabbing two cantaloupes.

I felt a nimble tongue replace the giant cock. With a start I realized that Cindy was licking Rodney's spunk out of my asshole, and I fucking loved it. "I want a bunch of guys to cum inside you so that I can suck their juice out." "I sure hope you're talking to Cindy," Rodney joked. Cindy paused from eating me out to say, "You mind reader."

My body floated towards her and I found myself cleaning the cum on her face with my tongue to the roar of the crowd. A hard dick searched for a hole, then entered the wrong one. I was about to break off with Cindy to correct the dummy, but I immediately loved how he filled my chute. I was glad Cindy had me wear my super-high heels to make the angles possible -- I was bent over at the waist like someone knocked over the letter "L." My tiny booty soaked up the penis and begged for more.

"Harder!" someone yelled angrily, before I realized it was me. I French-kissed Cindy's cum-filled mouth to distract me for my embarrassing display of horniness. The guy fucking my ass may be mute, but not deaf, as he pounded me harder and faster.

Cindy's hands pulled my pussy closer and her tongue must have a Taser attached, the way it electrified me. I came the moment her tongue entered me and my scream scared the men surrounding us. My batteries recharged, I dove into her wet pussy and lapped it up like a kitty. I came up for air just to show the guys all their cum on my face.

"You can't be first, but you can be next," I told him. I dropped to my knees and lowered his pants. What I found scared the hell out of me. Me! The monster in my throat felt at least 11 inches. Oh, lordy, I was going to ride this into the sunset. My pussy got so wet I thought I sat on a bidet.

"Will you please stop so I can talk to my wife?" "Just a minute. I'm about to cum in her mouth."

As a good Catholic girl raised by conservative parents, I never imagined what a giant slut I would become. I didn't have any of the symptoms before I succumbed to the disease. All it took was one deep dicking and I knew I would be cheating on my husband almost as much as he cheated on me. Guys cuming and going at all hours of the day and night -- I could have retired if I charged them. Actually, I didn't really have a lot of lovers -- I maxed out at ten regulars at a time -- but they came over a lot. At first I just wanted to throw all that sex into my husband's face after we divorced, but then I just enjoyed it too much.

I'll never forget the moment I realized my husband Jack was cheating on me. He just got back into town after another business trip for his father's company and, apparently, scored big. He babbled on and on over dinner about his victory, how he wined and dined the office manager until he got their contract. In just three years he managed more contracts than all but the oldest salesmen. But what gave him away was his generosity.

"I want you to have this bonus," he told me, as I fed a bottle to the baby. "Anything you want. Maybe replace the Honda Civic or buy new furniture. Clothes and jewelry, of course, for my queen."