When I first got married, I honestly thought I could remain faithful to my husband Jared. I was wild and sex crazy before we met, and I was sure I had gotten that out of my system. But not long into our marriage I realized that one dick would never be enough for a cock craving little slut like me.
At 20 years old, I guess my sex drive and need for variety still control me. It's not that I don't love my husband, I just don't think he can fill all my desires. My pussy is always aching for cock. I simply must have a dick when the urge hits. Jared can't always be there, so I have a long list of backups.
We have been married for only 15 months now, and already I have fucked 11 other guys behind my husbands back. The first incident happened when the guy next door came over to borrow a wrench for something he was working on.
My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me, making my mind wander...
Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were cock. My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded packages. My pussy moistened at the mere thought of dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with their thick meat.
I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night I'd find new tricks... all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to bigger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan and scream in lust.
"Fuck me!"
The echo, the plea in my wife's voice, the insistent growl of her eager submission, those words excited me hard, almost terrifying me as they cut my soul. I loosened my grip, letting Andrea's dark-golden locks slip from the hard knot of my fingers. She moaned low, with a melted wanton glare in her big brown eyes. I turned to look out the window. A dim reflection stared back at me.
"Is he out there?" I asked softly.
"Who?" Andrea asked, suddenly nervous.
"You're mine," I said, tightening my grip on her hair again, drawing her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.
"Fuck me," she purred.