It’s been a long journey from being a happily married man to a cock slut and now that I have arrived here I aint going back. The first time my wife arrived home with a cum filled pussy after a so called “night out with the lasses” like must guys I was angry, hurt, jealous and worried that I would loose her to who ever was banging her. We fought, we argued, we cried, but in the end I had to accept that she was telling the truth when she told me that it was “just sex” and that I was partly to blame in the fact that she needed it more than I did. Everything else in our lives was fantastic but like so many married couples we had to accept that we were best mate’s not hot lovers these days. My wife then began a very long affair with the man who I have never met to this day. The rules were. I wouldn’t ask questions, she wouldn’t let it get serious, she would be discrete, she would not bring him home, she would never refuse me sex and finally we would stay together no matter what. In the beginning I totally went off her sexually and most of the time slept in the spare room. It was on one such night that, feeling horny I decided to toss myself off. As my mind flashed from one fantasy to another I found myself thinking about her getting fucked by her mystery lover who she had met again the night before. As I was shooting my load I imagined her lover fucking her and groping her tits before finally shooting deep in her pussy. The feelings of excitement, satisfaction, guilt and jealousy raged through my body providing the most powerful ejaculation I had ever had. The weeks progressed and the wanking became more frequent as did the visions of my wife with her lover. One night, half way through what was becoming an obsessive wank session my wife arrived home, she didn’t catch me but she knew what I had been up to. It had been a few months since we had had any form of sex together and I wanted her. I kissed her passionately and I could taste him as I pressed my tongue in her mouth once again I felt the rage build inside me but this time I wasn’t going to be the pathetic doormat of a husband that she had grow used to over the last few months. The words boomed in my head “IF SHE WANTS FUCKING THEN FUCK HER” My prick throbbed angrily in my pants as I thought about impaling her. I grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand on my throbbing cock, she groaned loudly as our tongues wrestled. She stepped back and tore down her panties I pushed her back and she fell into the arm chair. I dropped to my knees and ripped down my own pants, she threw her legs over my arms and there was, her hot, red sopping wet pussy, freshly fucked from her lover only minutes before. I plunged straight into her expecting her cunt to be slack but she was far from it maybe her lover was not the “big” man I had fantasised about after all. An evil grin spread across my face as I said your gonna get fucked by a real man now. Her face could not hide the fear or the lust as I pumped her hot tight pussy. Her legs wrapped tightly around my neck as I slammed into her and her lover’s jiz and her juice dripped off my bollocks. She had often complained that my endowment had hurt her even when trying to be gentle but there were no such protests now, she was being fucked by an animal and I was in control and she was fucking loving it! Her eyes widened as she reached a massive orgasm her nails dug deep into my back but the pain only made me more enthusiastic. Wave after wave engulfed he body and she shuddered violently, her legs tightened around my neck as I gave my final, deepest thrust. I looked down at my cock proudly, the base of my dick was covered in her lover’s spunk and it sent me wild, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My whole body shook violently as my own orgasm exploded deep inside her aching, hot cunt. We lay there panting and shaking and kissing passionately, our bodies locked together. She looked at that moment like I have never seen her look before. I can’t remember the last time we had looked so deeply into each others eyes but I knew we were back on track that’s for sure. Things were very different after that night and we were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity. I felt a definite “shift” in the dynamics of our marriage and the result was a more fulfilling relationship for both of us. It had completely slipped my mind about my wife’s lover until I realised that she hadn’t been going out to meet him. It’s true to say that I was more that a little pleased that my rampant fuck sessions with her had all but made him redundant. “Give a boy a mans job” I said to myself smugly. I guess it was a couple of months before the sex life started to wane a little again. We were niggling at each other again and not too long after that I was back in the spare room with arm ache! Once again the basis for my wank based fantasies revolved around my wife and her lover and in particular the moment when, while fucking my wife, I realised that my cock was covered in his cum and her cunt juice. It didn’t take me long to persuade her to take up with a new lover in order to pep up our once again flagging sex life. It was almost a perfect repeat, the first time she came home with a cum filled pussy except this time she was really cum filled and half way through fucking her and without thinking I buried my head in her sweet smelling snatch lapping away, I sunk my tongue deep inside her and consumed all that she offered. The feelings of lust suppressing the feelings of disgust that I was eating second hand cum. Once again we had the most fantastic fuck and our sex life was back on track. My obsession with cum had reached a ridiculous level and I often found my self rummaging through the wash basket looking for cum soaked panties when my wife wasn’t around to lick. I would wrap the panties around my cock or put them in my mouth while I fantasised about eating cum from her freshly fucked pussy. I don’t really remember when, in my head I imagined taking it “straight from the pump” so to speak but I do remember during one wank I fantasized that I was kneeling in front of a bloke who shot his spunk in my mouth and the next time I was fantasising about actually sucking him off. One thing I do know is that the more disgusting my thoughts the more intense the orgasm and the more I shot. The desire to make my fantasy come true burned inside me fiercely and cock sucking was on my mind all the time. It was by pure chance that I bumped into a mate of a mate who it was labelled at school as “queer” because he had offered to suck of my mate in a den that they had built in the woods. The years had been kind to him and he was a good looking bloke, trouble was he was happily married, much to my disappointment. During our catch up over a pint I realised that we had quite a lot in common and decided to make a regular thing of meeting up on a Thursday night and having a couple of beers in the pub down the road. It was completely out of the blue even though we were both the worse for ware that he asked my if I knew that my wife was fooling around and making a twat of me. So much for her being discrete I thought! SHIT, I asked its not you is it? “No, it’s not me but its well known around here though” “I can’t see how you haven’t found out”. I proceeded to tell him the story of how it came about and how it has saved our marriage. He seemed to understand but started to ask a barrage of questions like “do you still have sex together” “what if she got pregnant” how can I fuck her when she has just been fucked by someone else?” That’s when I quietly confessed that it turns me on to fuck a cream pie and that it turns me on to have another mans cum on my cock. There was no ground breaking reaction to this last statement, no look of surprise or disgust, no shock, nothing it’s just as if I never said it. He paused for a while, moved closer and said, “So have you ever licked her out then”, “after like”, “she’s been fucked”, “by another bloke like?”……aw man you have haven’t you?” the tone of his voice was not one of disgust, he was curious. “What taste of…..the cum I mean?” Not bad I replied but obviously its mixed with her fanny juice not sure what it would taste like on its own? He paused again and said jokingly “so if you were at a party and you were drunk? And someone wanked into a cup? Would you drink it?” Spose so, if I was drunk, I smirked. “and would you suck a cock?” he said. “I think so” I said. “wanna come to a party” he said and we both pissed ourselves laughing.