My wife’s slutty past

I’m a manager at a medium-sized company, 30 years old. I’m generally a normal, reasonable guy with a desire to build a career, my brain works fine, everything is on point. But when Lisa burst into my life, all that reasonableness went out the window.

She was 23 years old. An ordinary girl, nothing special. But her figure was something divine. I didn’t even notice her face at first. My eyes were simply glued to her beautiful body. She was of average height, with long, beautiful legs that flowed smoothly into a luscious ass. Any clothes she wore would cling tightly to her plump breasts and ass. Her boobs were simply enormous for her slender frame.

We met on vacation. I fell in love with her body, not with the person. When she walked past me, my brain would shut off. Without those curves, I wouldn’t have even glanced back at her. All my friends I introduced her to told me I was in love with her tits and ass. Yeah, I was, I didn’t hide it.

We’d been dating for eight months when my colleague Mark dropped by my office. We worked in the same department, and he’d somehow found out I was with Lisa. «Wait, which Lisa? From college?» he asked with a smirk. It turned out he’d known her from back then. «Bro, she was available to everyone. Really everyone. If you wanted to relax, Lisa was always an option.» I pretended not to care, but something inside me clicked. Excitement mixed with jealousy. A classic cocktail.

A couple of weeks later, my regional boss, Sandy, decided to come over for a friendly visit. He knew about Lisa and wanted to meet her. Sandy was a broad-shouldered, cheerful black man of about 45 years old. We scheduled dinner at our place for Saturday. Lisa was nervous about what to wear. We chose a modest blue knee-length dress. But it still looked provocative on her figure.

Sandy arrived on time. Lisa was a good cook and even baked us dessert. Sandy and I were talking in the living room when she came in with drinks. He immediately stared at her boobs. While she went to the kitchen, his eyes followed her swaying butt. She sat down across from him on a low chair, and I noticed him trying to peer up her skirt. The meeting went well, but tension was in the air.

After he left, Lisa laughed and said he kept staring between her legs. I showed her his letter a couple of days later. She looked at me and asked: «Would you like me to help you with it my way?» The offer hung in the air.

The next time, she wore a shorter dress and stockings. I pretended to remember an urgent matter and left after half an hour, but in reality, I hid in the guest room upstairs. We had an old house, and the upstairs floors were still wooden, still in need of renovation. There were lots of cracks, perfect for watching.

At first, Sandy complimented her body. Then Lisa offered: «Want to see more?» She stood up, lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties. Sandy laughed: «I meant the whole dress.» She stripped naked leaving only her stockings. I watched as my boss examined my naked girlfriend.

Then he positioned her doggy style over a chair. And penetrated her ass. Lisa moaned. And then he blurted out: «You’re still as good as you were in college.» It turns out Sandy also knew her from those days through mutual friends. He started telling her how he used to fuck her, when she was everyone’s slut. And he called her dirty names, spanked her ass, fucked her hard. Lisa moaned louder. At the end, he came deep inside her ass.

When he left, I went downstairs. Lisa was standing there, flushed, cum dripping down her legs. I hugged her, grabbed her wet ass, and immediately entered her. It was slippery and hot. «I heard everything.» I whispered. She smiled: «Did you like it?»

From then on, every Saturday while I was «away on business» someone came over. First Sandy, then Mark with him. Mark especially liked to remind her of college: «Remember how the whole group fucked you?» They used her to the fullest, in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. I watched when I could, or waited at home until she returned with someone else’s cum inside her.

At first, I struggled with myself, but the excitement won out. Knowing that my girlfriend was everyone’s go-to slut at college and now was open to useful men again was driving me nuts. Lisa got her kicks, and I got my share of humiliation and pleasure. On Saturdays, she was their plaything, and then she came back to me.

A year after it started, Lisa and I got married. I don’t know what will happen next, but I’m not going to change it. Let it continue. I love being that guy who has a real hot slut with a perfect figure living at home.