My first wife's favourite bull was David. She met him at a party where, out of the blue he just went up to her and started kissing her without a word being said. I don't know if he'd heard that she was an easy fuck but she was captivated by his whole silent, dominant approach. He steered her around the side of the house and fucked her up against the wall, all with virtually not a word being said. They had never really met before, just seen each other around. They exchanged phone numbers and the following week she went went to his place.

After a few meetings, my wife told David that he could fuck her as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted and that he could always fuck her bareback. I loved her being at his beck and call and totally accepted it! As far as I was concerned - because I had never satisfied her, never made her cum, not even once during years of marriage - he had more right to fuck my wife than me. In fact I suggested that I should be only be allowed sex with my wife when David gave his permission but she wasn't happy with this. I suppose she saw it as her wifely duty to take her husband's cock.

For well over a year, both my wife and I were very happy for him to use her in any way he wanted. He would ring her at least once a week (different days) and instruct her to go to his place. Sometimes it was me that picked up the phone and I would meekly hand it to my wife saying it was David calling for her. Of course she always complied - I don't recall her ever saying to him she couldn't go - she had a weakness for him and would do anything to please him and I was very happy for this to be the case. She got wet for him a soon as they kissed while I could only get her wet with my own spit. He deserved to use my wife as his slut. I loved that he could easily make her wet and cum repeatedly - neither of which I had ever managed. Both my wife and I were happy for him to use her very regularly and that she was his to fuck and use whenever he wanted. It excited me that I was so inadequate at fucking my own wife but men like David could easily satisfy her. I loved to push my cock up my wife (I won't honour it by calling it fucking) and ask her to tell me how much better David was than me and how I had never made her cum (see my previous posts for more details).

I loved to buy her sexy underwear that she only wore for him - dressed up like a whore in basques, stockings, see-through knickers etc. It was a thrill going round the shops with her buying sexy undies for her to wear just for him. She never dressed like that for me so the only time I would see my wife dressed like a slut was either when she was getting ready for him or when she came back, well used and reeking of cunt juice and spunk.

Whenever he rang she would quickly change into sexy clothes and rush off excitedly to see him. Occasionally I would drive her to his place, drop her off and pick her up afterwards, knowing his spunk was soaking into the gusset of her sexy knickers. I was so happy that my wife was his very willing and submissive slut, letting him do whatever he wanted. I was grateful that he could give her what I couldn’t. Although tired and worn out when she returned home to me in the early hours dripping with his spunk she would often get on top of me and lower her well-used cunt onto my mouth. Sometimes, as I sucked their juices she would tell me to be gentle as she was sore from being fucked and fingered so much. She sometimes came home with love-bites on her neck and tits showing the world that my wife was his property - I didn't mind this but she didn’t like him doing it as she had to cover up the ones on her neck when she went to work.

When she came home after David had finished with her, unless she was too sore she usually let me push my cock up her as long as I was quick. She would often tell me to hurry up and finish. She would tell me how much she preferred David fucking her and how much better he was than me. She knew this would make me cum super quick which, of course, it always did. Often she was too tired or sore to take my cock so I had to be content with wanking myself off with the taste of her cunt juice and David's spunk in my mouth as she told how many times he’d made her cum. This, of course, always tipped me over the edge.