My wife goes back to her slutty college days Sex Story 2024 – Y2-Stories

My wife was a slut in school, but I did not know it.

I came home from work at six on a Friday. Fran, my wife of three years, is usually in the living room watching TV, but today she wasn’t there. The first thing I did see was that on the coffee table, were a large number of beer bottles and one, half empty whiskey bottle. You could smell the booze. Fran was not a heavy drinker and did not drink alone. I was confused.

I first looked in the kitchen but did not see her. Then I went down the hall to our room. It was a shocking sight. Fran was on the bed, naked and passed out cold. She was on her back, and her legs were spread wide. There was a strong smell of booze and sex. Her hair was a total mess. She was just covered with cum. Cum was leaking out of her cunt and asshole. Her stomach, her 32-D tits and her face were covered in cum. Even her hair was matted with it. I was sure we would have to get a new mattress. I was shocked and angry, but I was also hard as a rock.

I managed to get her awake and, in a half coherent condition. She was still pretty drunk. I got her in the shower. I had to strip and help her. She still couldn’t stand by herself. Even though I was hard as a rock, I had no intention of doing anything. I just wanted to get her cleaned up and then find out what had happened. I was pretty sure she had been gang raped.

“Ralph, I want your big black cock down my throat again.” My name is Don, and I am white. Fran dropped to her knees in front of me and took my seven white inches down her throat till her nose was pressed deeply in my pubic hair. I started to pull her away but gave up and let her deepthroat me till I came. Fran is a superb deepthroat cocksucker, but this time she puked all over me. Vomit ran down my legs and into the shower drain.

I got a robe on her and my underpants on. I sat her at the kitchen table and got a couple cups of coffee into her. She started to come back to normal. I asked her what had happened and if she wanted me to call the police. She quickly told me not to call. “I guess I need to tell you the whole story about my life before I met you.”

We went into the living room and sat on the couch. “My parents were very strict. I never even went on my first date till after my sixteenth birthday. But I was a good student and was offered scholarships at several schools. The one I went to was 500 miles from home, so I stayed in the dorm. I guess I got carried away by the new freedom that I had. I started smoking and drinking. Halfway thru the first semester, I lost my virginity to one of my professors. I started going to all of the frat parties, getting drunk and letting guys fuck me.

It progressed quickly to me loving drunken gangbangs. I took part in dozens of gangbangs and orgies. I was really popular because I was one of very few girls that could take a big cock down my throat withing gagging. I got the nickname “Oreo” because one of my favorite things to do was to be fucked between two big cocked black guys. I was the white filling between the two black cookies of an Oreo. I didn’t care if other people watched. It became something that everyone looked forward to at the parties. I would be on the bed with two or sometimes three black guys getting deep fucked in all three of my holes by cocks so big that some of the other girl would not even try to take, while dozens of people stood around and watched and cheered us on. I drank gallons of cum. I even let guys do ass to mouth with me. There wasn’t anything I said no to. I was about the biggest slut on campus. I was really lucky that I never got pregnant, because nobody ever wore condoms.

During my senior year I met you. You had gone to a different school, so you did not know anything about me. I really liked you, and I decided to change my life. I cleaned myself up, stopped partying and drinking and became a one-man woman. We were married six months later. Yes, we had sex before we were married, but I was no longer the party slut that I had been. I was in love.

“Wow Fran, I never had any idea about that part of your life. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me if you knew.”

“I think I would have been impressed with how you had changed, for me.”

“Let me finish. You need to know how that relates to how you just found me. Two days ago, Ralph found my number and called me. He said that he and some of the guys from school were in town for a reunion. He said he would like to come over and chat. I didn’t see a problem with it, so I gave him our address. He came over at about eleven. He had a six-pack with him. We talked for maybe fifteen minutes, while drinking two beers. Then he kissed me, and his hand went under my blouse and onto my breast. I guess my mind snapped. Soon I had his black cock out and down my throat. He took his cell phone and made a call. Not two minutes later, the front door opened and five more guys from school walked in. They had a case of beer with them. They were all guys that I had partied with back in school. In my mind, I was back being the school slut. More beer was downed. Two more were black and three were white. They all had their cocks out and I was taking turns sucking each of them.

Then someone said that I should put on the show that I was still famous around school for. We all headed for the bedroom. The next thing I knew, I was on the bed with three black cocks in me, while being cheered by the others. When they had filled me with their first loads of cum, the others joined in. That is all I remember before you woke me, and they were gone. Please don’t hate me. I love you very much and want to be with you for the rest of our lives. I promise never to let if happen again.” We hugged and kissed. That night, we cuddled but did not have sex.

Things were outwardly back to normal for the next couple of weeks. I was still thinking about what had happened, and I am sure that Fran was, also.

One night, we had just finished having sex. It was just our normal, missionary position, with her sucking me clean after I had come. Then she braced herself up on her elbows and looked straight at me. “Honey, is there any chance that you would be interested in inviting another guy to come be with us? It is fine with me if you go out and fuck any other girls you want.”

I looked back at her and, after a minute, asked her, “Do you want him to be black?”

She blushed and softly said, “Yes, please.”
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