An Old Story About My Slut Wife 4/5 (7)

This story takes place in the mid-1990’s, shortly after we were married, about one year after she graduated from college.

I will give a little background first. Starting from when we first dated, she was never faithful. I knew she cheated. She made no attempt to hide it. She knew I tolerated it, but it took her a while to know the extent that I liked it. She had figured it out, though, by the time we were married. Before she finished college, I was supporting both of us with a crappy job. We never had money, so would often stay in, watch TV and have some drinks. When we were drinking, I would make her tell me, in detail, about the times she cheated. Even drunk, she started to notice how turned on I got.

I was still going to marry her. That was never in doubt. But I told her she needed to come clean with me about EVERYTHING. It was important to me. I won’t get too much into what I learned. Not now. That is a story for another. For the background, lets just say I was stunned by what I learned, but was glad she didn’t hold back. I loved her for it. So, a year after her college graduation, she was 22, we were married, and she was open about what she did with other people.

In college, unfortunately, she had put on a lot of weight. This didn’t stop her activities much, or it didn’t seem to. The pictures here were from the year before, I have none of her during the story I am telling. These were from a story I posted earlier, when she had a fling with a much older man (his thing was just dressing her up and jerking himself off onto her, although she admitted before we got married that he did fuck her once…I posted this story months ago) but she looked about the same.

Kimmie got a decent job after college, but our finances were still in rough shape. Our car was in rough shape, too. It was an old Dodge. Since we only had one car, I elected to take the bus to work so she could drive. It kept breaking down. She would always have to take it to a neighborhood garage. Even though she was plump and homely, the head mechanic would always flirt with her. No matter what Kimmie looked like, even if she put on weight (or later when she was pregnant) she never had any problem getting attention from guys. Its like they could sense how slutty she was.

Anyway, after three visits in the space of a week, they were going to go out on a “date.” This was the first time she did this since being married.

He was taking her out to a bar one Saturday night. The mechanic, named Zeke (I did not create a fake name for him, seriously, his parents named him Ezekiel) always wore a shirt that “Duke”. I would meet him later, so I can describe him here. He was early to mid 40’s, built, handsome in a rugged way, always scruffy, with short dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He was also a biker. Not in a gang or anything like that, but still, jeans, leather jacket and Harley.

He also had an on again/off again girlfriend. He was honest and upfront about that, so Kimmie was honest and upfront about her husband (me) and what I liked. It didn’t take long for them to come to an agreement. When he was doing something and needed or wanted company, and the girlfriend out of the picture, he would take my wife.

So, he wanted to take a date to a birthday celebration for another biker friend of his. It was at a bar in Spencer, a kind of trashy little town south of the city. Kimmie agreed, and he picked her up Saturday, with his bike. I can only imagine what the neighbors thought when my wife climbed on the back of his Harley, strapped the helmet on and rode off, not to be returned until the next day. The saying “rode hard and put away wet” comes to mind, but I am getting ahead of myself.

She told me about it after. When they got to the bar, everyone started with shots. Three rounds were bought, two of them by Duke. No one questioned who she was or why she was with him. I guess it was assumed what she was there for…there was music, dancing, drinking and a lot of fun.

Remember cell phones were not in wide use back then, and I had no word, call or text message from her. When she came back early the next afternoon (his loud pipes announcing her arrival before I could hear her clumping up the stair to our third floor apartment) I hadn’t heard anything from her in almost 18 hours. A lot could have happened in 18 hours, and my mind had been racing.

I met her on the landing before she got all the way up the stairs. It was taking her forever, and I could see her wincing in pain at each step. She told me her thighs hurt, and my mind automatically created a scenario, but when she reached the top, she said she wasn’t used to riding on a motorcycle-this was her first time-and she was paying for it. Still, she looked rough. She was in the same clothes, her hair was a mess and her breath was stale. She told me she was very hung over. I kissed her at the landing and we went inside together.

Part of our agreement when I told her I would still marry her was that she would tell me everything, immediately. As soon as she could. No making me late. She lived up to this agreement. I got her a glass of cold water and we went right into the bedroom. She told me to take my shirt off and lay down. I did as I was told. She took hers off and lay next to me.

I remember the next part distinctly, because this was (almost) always how she started each “story” from that point forward. She told me two numbers, “Okay. 9 and 136. What are those?” She pulled me shorts down while I thought about it. But she could see the confused look on my face.

I was laying their in just my tighty whities, my cock in a state of semi-erection. Kimmie was laying next to me, in just her bra and jeans. She sighed (comically) stood up, and pulled her jeans down. The first thing I noticed was that her panties were missing. Was she even wearing panties when she left last night? He thought so…The second thing I noticed was the smell. She smelled of sex. Not cum, just sex. The third thing I noticed was that her inner thighs were a little red.

First, she pointed to her mouth and said 136 again, then to her pussy and said 9. Then she laughed when she saw the comprehension dawn on my face. Then gave a noise of pleasure when she saw my cock was now fully at attention.

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