When I first got married, I honestly thought I could
remain faithful to my husband Jared. I was wild and sex
crazy before we met, and I was sure I had gotten that
out of my system. But not long into our marriage I
realized that one dick would never be enough for a cock
craving little slut like me.

At 20 years old, I guess my sex drive and need for
variety still control me. It’s not that I don’t love my
husband, I just don’t think he can fill all my desires.
My pussy is always aching for cock. I simply must have a
dick when the urge hits. Jared can’t always be there, so
I have a long list of backups.

We have been married for only 15 months now, and already
I have fucked 11 other guys behind my husbands back. The
first incident happened when the guy next door came over
to borrow a wrench for something he was working on.

His name is Raif and he is absolutely gorgeous. He’s 21,
and lives with a roommate named Ian. They have a pool
behind the house they rent, and often I watch them
through the window. They both work out constantly and
have chiseled bodies. Raif has black hair and Ian light
brown, but other than that they are similar. However,
its Raif who really makes me wet. Sometimes I stare at
him in the pool and finger myself imagining how big his
cock is and how it would feel.

Raif came to the back door that day looking for a
crescent wrench. I fumbled around Jared’s toolbox and
finally found one. “Is this what you’re looking for hot
stuff,” I asked.

“That’s it. Thanks… for the compliment too,” he told
me.

“No problem. You have a great body,” I admitted.

“I could say the same for you honey. I’ve always thought
you had a killer body, why don’t you go slip into a
bikini and come show it off at the pool. It’s a hot day
and you need to get out and have some fun,” he told me.

“Only if you join me,” I urged.

“A beautiful lady all wet….I’m no fool. I’ll go get my
trunks.”

I ran back and put on the skimpiest bikini I owned. My
tits were practically falling out and the bottoms were
barely covering my pussy, which was dripping wet. I went
out and stood by the pool until Raif came out.

Soon he opened the patio door and stepped out. He was
wearing a pair of tight trunks, which flattered his
body. He wasn’t trying to hide anything just like me. I
could tell that his apparently large cock was struggling
to get free.

We jumped in the pool and slashed around for a while,
making small talk. He told me that my husband and I were
welcome to use the pool any time we liked.