My wife Sarah, is a self confessed cumslut, spunkoholic if you prefer.  She rejoices in the stuff.  Fortunately, I produce lots.  I discovered her fetish on our first date.  We had both been married previously and when we were too young.  Following my acrimonious divorce, I had been wary of making the same mistake twice and had not had sex with a woman since, instead reacquainting my cock with my hand.

How I met Sarah is irrelevant, but it was accidental.  She more or less asked me out.  There was something about her that really attracted me.  We had a meal in a gastro pub, which went well.  I drove her home.  She invited me in for 'coffee'.  I had been sporting a massive erection for ages.  It was time to break my fast.  She left me in no doubt that she was up for it, a kiss led to frantic snogging and groping.  I had her fine tits out and was chewing on her nipples as she fished out my boner.

Then we discovered that neither of us had a condom.  I was in dire need of release, she offered to wank me off.  Not the best outcome, but I was still grateful.  It had been a long time since somebody else's hand had been wrapped around it.  I came very quickly and when I did, she caught my spunk in her other hand and rubbed her fingers together as though examining it, before wiping it off with a handkerchief.   My handkerchief. 

We met again the next day, this time she cooked for me at her flat.  We didn't get as far as dessert. And this time, we had plenty of condoms.  We have been together ever since.  At first we met and fucked as often as we could, but soon agreed to cohabit.  At her flat, which was bigger and better located than mine and it was hers.  Mine was rented.

She went on the pill and I was able to enjoy the unique sensation of pumping my spunk into a willing cunt for the first time in a year.  But Sarah was just as happy for me to pump it onto her rather than into her, she liked to see my cum spurt.  After I had coated my chosen target, she would massage my offering into her skin.  Highly erotic, in those early days, the sight would soon have my hard enough to fuck her 'properly'.  Even when I came inside her, when I pulled out, she would often paddle her fingers in her cunt, often bringing herself off.  That also had me ready for seconds.

After a year, we bought a house together and got married.  This happened six months later.  We watched porn together, the cumshots are almost always onto the woman's body.  Tits, belly  arse and face all being lacquered.  As we watched, I watched the target, Sarah watched the dispenser.  But we also both liked MMF, particularly if it involved sloppy seconds.  One night after watching such a performance, she encouraged me to cum inside her, then still on her back so that my cum didn't leak out, wanked me until was ready to give her seconds.  She was usually wet anyway, but sliding back in with my own spunk as lubricant was somehow different.

"That was different."

I panted after I had rolled off.  She was as usual, paddling.

"You were certainly generous," she replied."

She rolled onto her side and snuggled up to me.

"Did you pretend that it was somebody else's cum inside me?"

I hadn't.  I did now.  My cock sprang to attention at the idea.  

"That got your attention," she quipped.  "Would you like to try it?"

I had imagined it many times, watching her being fucked by another man and then sliding my cock into the spunky mess of her just fucked cunt.  Wow!  But for real?

"You wouldn't."

I stammered.

"Oh, I would." She said.  "With your permission of course.  But you want to don't you?  I've watched you whe we've seen it on porn."

She was right, I did want to.  But it would mean her being fucked by somebody else first.  A wonderful fantasy, but could I really do it?

"It would not be my first time."

She said softly.  Gobsmacked doesn't describe it.  When I could speak, I said weakly;

"When?  How?"

Apparently, her ex had brought home a friend and insisted that she fucked him, bareback, so that he could experience it.  It was why they eventually split up.

"But you want to do it again anyway?"

"I do.  I didn't say that I hadn't enjoyed it, I was furious that I was not given the choice.  It's my body."

"Anybody in mind?"

"No.  I'm just saying that I'm not averse to the idea, if the opportunity arises."

Whether the opportunity would arise, was uncertain.  But something else had arisen.  My cock was straining at the leash.  I gave Sarah a third helping, and myself sloppy third.

I couldn't sleep, my mind was full of disembodied cocks, queuing up to empty themselves into my willing wife.  Big ones, little ones, white ones, black ones, filling and overfilling her gaping cunt.  The next day too, I could not rid myself of the thought.  It had to happen.  And soon.

Who did I know who I trusted enough for them to fuck my lovely wife?  I knew plenty who would jump at the chance, Sarah was, and is, a beautiful desirable woman.  But who could be trusted to be 'clean'?  Who would not kiss and tell?  All the single men of my acquaintance played the field, all those in long term relationships, were, well, just that.  It would mean cheating on their partner.  Unless…  unless we agreed some kind of licentious barter, where I would get to fuck their partner?  But the idea was for Sarah fo be fucked by first another man, then me.  If we swapped partners, I would not get sloppy seconds.

A few days later, Ian, a colleague, said;

"I bumped into Chris the other day, did you know he was back?"

I did not.  The three of us had been good mates.  Well drinking buddies really, we always had a drink after work on Fridays.  But like me, Chris had endured an acrimonious divorce, after which he had left the company and found work in Newcastle.  We had not kept in touch.

Chris might just be the man I was looking for.  About my age, now unattached, unless he had found somebody new.  And most importantly, I was sure that Sarah would find him attractive.  I asked Ian where Chris was working.  It was a few streets away.  I contrived to bump into him.  I waited opposite his

place of work until he left.

"Chris!" I said, feigning surprise.  "I didn't know you were back.  How've you been?  Do you have time for a pint?"

So we caught up.  He had not settled in Newcastle and had applied for a position in the Singapore branch of his company.  He had got the job, but was now working back in London pending the retirement of the man he was to replace.  I asked him about his love life, he made a wanking gesture.  I knew the feeling.  No, he was not with anybody, since his divorce, he had been, in his words, living like a monk.  I invited him for dinner at ours the following Saturday.

Sarah was excited.  Like me, she had not really expected it to really happen.  But Chris was unaware of our scheme.  He had never met Sarah, Saturday would be the opportunity for her to vet him.  She prepared a  meal that would not spoil with keeping, then changed into what could only be described as a seduction outfit.  She looked stunning.  The outfit included scary underwear, complete with seamed stockings held up be a suspender belt, a matching thong and a half cup bra which pushed her lovely tits up and out, as though offering them.  Which she was.

"If we stick to the plan," I said.  "He will not get to see them."

"I'll make sure that he gets a flash."

She grinned.  I wanted to fuck her as she was, to pull the knickers down and fuck her standing up.  She refused, saying;

"It will take the edge off.  If I fancy him, he will be able to smell my arousal.  I don't want to smell of your spunk."

Okay, that was me put in my place.  Chris arrived dead on time, carrying a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers for Sarah.  He was halfway there already.  The evening went well, Sarah was charming and flirty.  Chris couldn't keep his eyes of her.  And she gave him, and me, plenty to keep our eyes on, 'carelessly' flashing her stocking tops and more, leaning over him when she refilled his glass, allowing him a good look at her lace-cradled tits.

Chris moved uncomfortably in his chair, occasionally and surreptitiously, readjusting his cock, trapped in the confines of his pants.  I knew what he was going through, I was in the same state.  If our cocks had been released, between us we could have lifted the table six inches from the floor.  Sarah knew exactly the effect she was having.

She left us alone while she cleared away the dishes.  While she was in the kitchen, Chris said;

"You are a very lucky man, no wonder you have been keeping her secret."

Sarah continued to tease him, serving coffee afterwards.  At last Chris called a taxi.  I showed him out.  When I returned to the lounge, I said simply;

"Well?"

"He is a bit gorgeous isn't he.  Yes, he'll do nicely, I wanted him to bend me over the table and fuck me hard."

I unzipped myself and fished out my straining cock.  The foreskin was pulled halfway back, the tip shiny with pre-cum.  I wagged it and said;

"Will this do?"

"For now."

She said, but walked away from me, back into the dining room.  I followed, cock wagging like the tail of a happy puppy.  Sarah was bent over the table, her short skirt pulled up revealing those stocking tops, suspenders reaching up beneath the skirt to cock paradise.  I raised her skirt, revealing her luscious arse, the lacy thong almost hidden between her cheeks.  I inhaled the scent of ripe, juicy cunt, mixed with a whiff of her perfume.  This was what she meant when she said that she wanted Chris to smell her arousal.  I wanted to suck her dry, but my cock said otherwise.

I undid my belt and pushed both pants and underpants down, freeing my aching balls.  I went to pull her knickers down, but she stopped me, saying;

"Just push them aside."

Her cunt was gaping, dripping with her juice.  I offered my tip to the slit and slid balls deep into her.  I might have managed a dozen frantic thrusts, if that, before pumping several huge dollops of high pressure spunk deep inside her.  I pulled out still hard, and watched as my gift oozed back out, running down both legs to soak into her stocking tops.

Still with the skirt around her waist, she ran upstairs.  I pulled up my pants and stumbled after her.  By the time I reached the bedroom, the dress and bra were off and she was spreadeagled on the bed.  I quickly stripped, then peeled of the sodden triangle of lace that was her knickers.  Most of my spunk was still inside her, leaking slowly out, causing a froth at her entrance.  Now was my chance to eat her, still full of my spunk, a fetish we had enjoyed in recent months.

I scoured her, searching out every drop of our precious cocktail, bringing her to a powerful orgasm in the process.  Then I entered her again, but rolled onto my back, taking her with me into cowgirl position.  She pushed down onto me, using all of my cock.  We lay coupled like this for a while, she enjoying my pulsing, throbbing erection, me enjoying the loving clasp of her cunt.  Then she leaned forward so that her nipples brushed my chest, and said softly;

"Has Chris got a big one?"

"How should I know?  Were not that friendly."

"I hope so."

She whispered.

"You want him then?"

"Oh, I want him alright."

Then she added;

"But only with your approval."

But we both knew that we had passed the tipping point.  She fucked me, her clever cunt sucking the last dregs from my balls.

I called Chris on the following Monday and arranged to have lunch with him the next day, when I would drop my bombshell.  He thanked me for the evening.  I asked him what he thought of Sarah.

"What can I say mate," he replied.  "She's gorgeous  I'm extremely jealous."

He leaned forward and said softly;

"Dont be offended, but I was wanking all night."

"I'm not offended, I'm flattered.  Would you like to fuck her?"

At first, his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, but all that came out was a bit of spaghetti.  Eventually, he managed a reply;

"She is a very attractive woman."

"I know that.  Would you like to fuck her?"

"If this is a wind-up mate, it's not funny, it's cruel.  I haven't had a woman for six months."

That answered another question, if he had been celibate for six months, he was clean.

"It's not a wind-up, she likes you.  Would you like to fuck her??

He threw his napkin down angrily and said loudly;

"Of course I'd like to fuck her, any man in his right mind would."

His outburst drew some attention.  I leaned forward and very softly, explained what we wanted.

"Bareback yes?"

"How else can I get sloppy seconds?"

He nodded.  Then said;

"Can I do her more than once?"

I hadn't thought of that, in my mind it had been a one off, all I wanted was his cum in Sarah's cunt so that I could experience sliding my cock into it.  It was my turn to goldfish.  Falteringly, I said ;

"Er, yes.  I suppose so.  If she wants it.  Why?"

He grinned and said;

"How else can I get sloppy seconds?"

We agreed that it would be the following Saturday.   But there would be no seduction dinner, he would be there for one reason only.

He arrived at the appointed hour of 9 p.m.  This time, Sarah wore a simple linen shift dress.  No underwear.  I had not ejaculated since Thursday, saving it for her.  I had asked Chris to do the same.  The tension was palpable.  We had one glass of prosecco each and then trooped upstairs.  In the bedroom, Sarah peeled off the dress revealing her delectable naked body.  Her nipples were already erect.

Chris had unbuttoned his shirt but not removed it.  Sarah put her arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss.  A proper kiss, not a friendly peck.  I felt a pang of jealousy, I didn't remember kissing being part of the deal.  Chris was struggling to undo his belt, Sarah broke the kiss and knelt down to assist.  Job done, belt gone, flys open, she pushed both his pants and underpants down, freeing his cock.  I gasped as it sprung free, it was massive.  It must have been half as long again as mine, and proportionately thick.  My own erection wilted.

Sarah turned to look at me, a satisfied smile on her face.  Returning to the job in hand, she gently pulled back the foreskin, revealing the big, swollen, purple tip, moist with precum.  With difficulty, she took it into her mouth.  When they had kissed, I had felt a pang of jealousy, now I felt a stab.  Two stabs.  I was jealous of his size and I was jealous that she had it in her mouth, the mouth that I kissed.  Sucking his cock was not in my script either.

But then my logical side kicked in, saying that I kissed her cunt as well, and I had invited this man to pump that full with his spunk.  I relaxed, my hard-on returned.  I quickly stripped and sat on a chair, playing with my oldest toy.  Sarah's newest, was disappearing in and out of her mouth as she sucked him.  At least, about four inches of it was, the other four was wrapped in her fist.

He enjoyed it for a few minutes before muttering something and pulling her off.  I could guess what he said, nobody could stand oral from Sarah for long without stopping her or spilling down her throat.  He raised to to her feet, kissed her again and shrugged out of the rest of his clothes.  Sarah climbed on the bed and waited for him, thighs apart, playing with herself.  Chris joined her and the the kissing started again.

As their mouths meshed, his hand wandered over her nude body, exploring.  When the kiss broke, his mouth followed his hand, kissing, licking, sucking at her engorged nipples, Sarah's hand never leaving his cock.  He kissed and licked his way down towards the part most in need of kissing, Sarah spread herself more, inviting him.  When his mouth reached the target area, he teased her by kissing all around the wet gape, but never on it.  Sarah moaned and squirmed impatiently, wanting his lips on her nether lips, his tongue probing her nether mouth.

My hand had been pumping my own cock, but now I stopped.  I feared that Sarah's reaction when his tongue finally penetrated, would cause me to loose my savings.  Sarah's moans turned to a gasp then a squeal when it happened and Chris began his feast.  I could hear his slurps as he lapped at her, smell her ripe aroma as more juice was produced to feed him.  She was moaning again, her head moving from side to side on the pillow, her mouth, lipstick smeared by first his kiss, then his fat cock, formed an O.  Her moans turned into a cry as her orgasm struck, her lovely body, now shining with a film of sweat, heaving and bucking as the spasms racked her.

Chris was kneeling up watching her, looking bewildered by the intensity of her climax, his huge cock pointing somewhere above the headboard.  Her aftershocks subsided and her eyes opened.  She smiled and reached out her arms.  He shuffled up and leaned over her, supporting the weight of his upper body on outstretched arms.  Sarah reached down, took his cock in both hands and directed it to her opening.

I had stood to get a better view.  As I watched, the thick shaft of Chris's cock slowly disapeared,  as if being sucked inside.  It seemed to be happening in slow motion, Sarah was groaning as the thing stretched her.  At last it disapeared from my view,  Chris was up to his balls in my wife's cunt.  I exhaled loudly, I had been holding my breath.  They remained locked like this for several seconds and then he began his movements.  His cock, now wet with Sarah's juices, reappeared almost to the tip, and then was pushed firmly back inside.

I realised that I had never seen anybody fucked, not live.  On porn yes, but never in the flesh.  And this was not just anybody, it was the woman I loved.  I moved away to take in the whole scene.  Chris was still holding himself above her, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts.  But she raised both her legs and arms to wrap him and Chris accelerated his strokes.  At each thrust, Sarah gasped.  As the speed increased, the gasps became cries, not of pain, but of pleasure.  Their bodies were locked, the movement seemed to be independent of their bodies, just two sex organs grinding at each other.

Chris gasped, all movement stopped.  Then I saw his arse cheeks clench as his first spurt flooded her, clench after clench, spurt after spurt.  There must have been nine or ten.  He was hung like a donkey and was coming like one.

Sarah released him from her carnal clasp and slowly, he withdrew.  He was still fully erect, his cock wet with their combined fluids.  He moved away.  Sarah remained spread wide open, cunt gaping, thick creamy white fluid leaking from it and flowing lava-like down her arse crack, over her other hole and onto the sheet.  I dragged my gaze away from the sight, and to her face.  Her eyes were open.  She reached out for me.

I took Chris's place, Sarah reached for my erection and  fed it into her slimey twat.  I swear that she squelched as I entered.  Chris's spunk felt warm on my cock.  After being stretched by him, I expected not to feel resistance to my entry, but Sarah's clever cunt had readjusted, her sheath clasped my cock as tightly as ever.  It was done.  I was inside a freshly spunked cunt.

As I began to pump, I thought about Chris, watching, waiting.  He wanted to experience what I had just experienced,  sliding into a spunk filled cunt, feeling another man's heat.  My balls felt wet, wet with another man's spunk.  This was not really about pleasure, it was about experience.  The pleasure would come later, when we thought about such a lewd act.  Normally when I fuck Sarah, her pleasure, her orgasm, is important.  Not this time, she was no more than container, a receptacle for as much spunk as two men can produce.  I accelerated my strokes, racing towards when I could add my contribution to what Chris had deposited.

It didn't take long, I roared as my essence pumped into the vessel.  As soon as my movements stopped, I felt Chris's hand on my shoulder, urging me to move so that he could add even more to the collection.  This time he took much longer, Sarah enjoyed, or endured, a long, vigorous pounding.  This time, instead of pushing back and contributing to the fuck, she was more passive, perhaps accepting her role as spunk bucket.  I watched, cock in hand, giving that quite a pounding.  This time when Chris came, he cried out loud.  I could see the strain on his face.  It was my turn again.

Sarah lay still, legs still splayed.  She was sweating from the exertion, her tits shone with it, but I imagine that much of it was Chris's.  Her lower half, her belly and thighs, was also wet, but with spunk.  Spunk no longer trickled from her cunt, it gushed.  A large damp patch darkened the sheet beneath her.  I took my position and fed my cock into her swamp.  I stayed still at first.  Sarah opened her eyes, questioning, why had the fucking stopped?  I mouthed silently;

"Are you okay?"

She nodded and wiggled her hips impatiently.  I started to fuck.  It took me ages, I really thought that I was not going to make it.  Sweat dripped from my face.  Then suddenly it was there, the unstoppable rush of spunk.  Just as Chris had, I roared as it spat from me, it felt hot.

I rolled off, panting.  Chris's voice said softly;

"I'm empty.  I'll leave you two lovebirds to it.  I'll show myself out."

We heard the front door close.  Sarah said;

"Men.  No stamina."

We both laughed.  I said;

"Surely you dont want more?"

"Have you got any more?"

She countered.

"No," I said sadly.  "But a small delivery is expected soon."

We were lying side by side on our backs, we had not covered up.  Sarah still had her knees up but no longer spread.  She let them fall apart and said;

"Would you like some of mine?"

I was knackered.  It was several seconds before my brain registered just what she meant.  Some of hers.  Yes, she had plenty.  A spunk bucket full in fact.  I squirmed round to look.  Sure enough the spring was still flowing.  The ultimate threesome cocktail, one measure of cunt juice, four measures of spunk.  Going to waste.  I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into it, then drank my fill.  It tasted just fine.