We met while traveling and ended up having some pretty wild drunken sex in a few semi-public places. Later, when she came to visit me where I lived, we hardly left the bed, unless it was to fuck on the floor, in the kitchen, or in the laundry room. It was the same story when I went to visit her in her New York apartment - we would fuck almost constantly, and in odd places - the stairwell, in the window with her tits pressed against the glass, even once in her sister's bed (they were sharing an apartment).
I encouraged her to watch porn with me, and she quickly became obsessed with it, searching and downloading full scenes from DVDs. We started watching on my laptop while we fucked, and she always came the hardest while watching the scenes with multiple men.
After we were married I introduced her to the "hotwife" and "slutwife" fetish, sending her the hottest stories I could find and also writing some starring her. She loved the idea and, with my encouragement, started dressing sluttier when we went out. Her tits were so big on her little frame that she usually kept them under wraps, but gradually she started wearing more low-cut tops, even tanktops and bandeau tops on the summertime, which barely kept her contained.
A high-school athlete, she had thick, strong, well-toned legs, but was always shy about showing them off. As a Korean girl she thought that the epitome of beauty was to be 5 foot 10 and skinny. It took a lot of encouragement from me to get her to wear short skirts to match the skimpy tops.
Now we were rolling - when we went out she really looked just a few steps away from naked. With her huge tits, round ass and muscular thighs, she looked like she had just stepped out of a porn set. Despite this she was still a shy girl - until she had a few drinks. I still remember the first time she had sexual contact with another man besides me. She came out of her shell in grand style.
We were in a bar on the east side that had a nice garden out back. It was a warm summer day and the sun was just setting. Two guys were ogling her a little more openly than most, and one guy finally decided to just go for it. He came over and addressed me and said he was sorry but he had to compliment my woman, because she looked so good. I quickly made it understood there was no problem, and they both came to sit with us. They were white guys, possibly Jewish, good looking guys who were quick with a compliment. It wasn't long before they were sitting on either side of her. The first guy, the more forward one, had his hand up her short skirt and two fingers in her pussy. Luckily the sun had set and it was dark. My wife's lips were parted and she was making little noises with her mouth. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and suddenly they were up and gone.
The other guy and I looked at each other and tipped our drinks up. About five minutes later the first guy came back alone. He tapped his friend. "First stall on the right." And his friend was gone. He looked at me and said "I owe you a drink - your wife is something else."
I was excited and nervous but most of all proud of my girl, who had shed her inhibitions and crossed a line. I was burning with curiosity - did she get fucked? - but decided to play it cool. We toasted my wife and waited.
In another five minutes his friend came back, looking slightly disheveled. "You might want to go get your wife, man. First stall on the right." The two of them got up and left, but not before we exchanged cell phone numbers.
By now the bar was crowded - I got up and pushed my way through the crowd, carrying my wife's little clutch in as manly a fashion as possible (overhand grip, arm extended). I walked into the bathroom, which was similarly crowded, with a line of guys waiting for urinals. The first stall on the right had its door locked!
I knocked. "Just a minute!" came my wife's drunken voice, followed by the unmistakable sounds of slurping and sucking. The guys around snickered, and I laughed too, playing it off. A few minutes later, I heard a man say something along the lines of "Oh fuck... oh yeah swallow it... ahhhh...." and a minute after that, the door opened and a very satisfied looking 40-something man walked out, zipping up his pants. I went in and quickly closed and locked the stall door. My shy little Korean wife was sitting on the toilet with her tiny skirt hiked up around her waist, panties nowhere to be seen (I found out later she had given them to the first guy as a souvenir), her pink bandeau top pulled down, her hair mussed, her lips shiny with spit and cum. There was cum on her neck and tits and in her hair. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
I kissed her hard and deeply, then stood her up, turned her around and bent her over the toilet. I couldn't let an opportunity like this get away. I was going to take advantage of this drunken little slut like everyone else. As I slid in, her pussy felt different. I could tell she had been fucked. It drove me nuts, and I fucked her savagely for about a minute before coming inside her, harder than I ever had before.
When that was done I dressed her as best I could (basically pulling the top up and the skirt down), wiped the most obvious globs of cum off her face and somehow got her out the front door - not before getting lots of funny looks, especially from the girls.
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