Slut wife & and Fag Husband sex addiction

At night I would go to truck stops wearing my pink panties under my jeans, with Beth's perfume on. I had prepared my ass for men to use me. I was hungry for cock. Anything these men wanted I did. After I was used by the truckers, I would be driving home. My ass would be throbbing, the taste of cum in my mouth, my lips swollen, the aroma of their sweaty bodies engulfing my senses, their words still ringing in my ears..."faggot" "cocksucker." My own words still ringing in my ears, "Fuck me, fuck me."

When I arrive home Beth would be in bed with a man, sometimes 2. I would wait in the family room listening to them fuck my whore wife. After they left I would go to our bedroom, the sexual aroma filling my nostrils, Beth there naked, cum dripping from her pussy. Beth would just say, "Clean me." As I had done so many times, I licked his cum from her pussy. As we snuggled I asked who is he, she would respond, "I met him in the bar." There we would lay, a faggot husband, a whore wife, not knowing why we do this, but not being able to stop. We love each other but needed men to use us.