Fuck Toy
One of the disclosures my wife made to me about her sexual past is one that I enjoy, for its intense eroticism and sexuality.
We were engaged during our college years, initiated by my proposal the summer before we started college. By the time we were in our second year, during the spring semester, things seemed to be changing between the two of us. My now wife, Kandi, then fiancé, seemed to be more aloof, distant, less connected to me, and I could not figure out why. By spring break, she broke off our engagement, leaving me feeling desperate, empty, and devastated. By the late part of the fall semester of our third year, things were back to “normal,” and we’d gotten back together again, and our engagement was back on.
I was left with this strange, inexplicable feeling over that nominal 9-month span when we were split up. I was intensely, overwhelmingly obsessed about my fiancé and her sexual encounters with other guys, real or imagined. I was fixated on the idea of her fucking, sucking, and being a dirty little slut with, and for other men. That experience changed me forever.
One night, years after we were married, we were in bed together, making out, enjoying the sensual, intimate and erotic foreplay that would lead up to a good fuck session. I was kissing my wife’s neck and nibbling her ears, tracing my fingers over her bare nipples, and brushing her increasingly wet pussy lips with the fingertips of my other hand, while whispering in her ear dirty fantasies - of her being the center of attention for a large group of sexy young men. She was responding, breathing hard, becoming increasingly wet, almost dripping, and her nipples were like little spikes, erect, touched with goose-flesh around her areola.
I was hard as steel, and her smooth little fingers were tracing the veins of my pulsating cock, teasing it, and from time to time she was lightly scratching my balls with her manicured nails.
At a point she said, “Would you like me to tell you a dirty, naughty secret?” I asked, “What? Are you a bad girl? Have you been naughty? Is there something I need to know?” I continued to touch her, stimulating her nipples, and her pussy lips, and she kept teasing my cock and balls, and said, “Yes - I think its time you knew…”My wife proceeded to tell me about certain events that took place during our college years, in that 9-month interval around the time we were split up. For context, our university was a fairly conservative place at the time - the campus had a no alcohol policy, and the dorms were all gender segregated. All of the fraternity and sorority houses were off-campus, mostly concentrated along “Fraternity Row,” about two blocks from the main campus.
She said, “Do you remember that night we got into such a huge fight because I told you I needed to cancel our Saturday date because my mom and dad were coming into town for dinner?” I thought about it, and told her, “Sort of - I kind of remember that. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn't invited, and you gave me some bullshit excuse about them wanting some time with just their daughter?”
My wife said, “Yes… that’s the time I’m talking about. I lied. Kristen (her roommate) invited me to go to a frat party with her. She was starting to date one of the guys, and wasn’t really sure about him, and didn’t want to go to the party without someone she trusted to look out for her. She begged me to go with her, and I couldn’t figure out a way to say “No” to her, or to tell you, so I lied.”
My cock seemed to be involuntarily swelling, getting even harder with anticipation.
She then told me all about the party, in graphic, lurid detail. It seems that Kandi and Kristen arrived together, and had a few drinks - beer, wine, punch, and even did some shots. The guy Kristen was interested in showed up at some point, and they disappeared together, leaving my fiancé alone with a group of mostly guys, and a couple of girls she didn’t know.
My wife told me that at one point she didn’t feel well - “kind of spinny, and a little sick.” Undoubtably it was the booze, kicking her 90-lb. ass. She told me that one of the girls she was drinking with asked her if she needed some aspirin or wanted to feel better. My fiancé told her that she wanted to lay down for a little while somewhere quiet. The girl led her to an upstairs room on the third floor of the fraternity house, into a bedroom at the far end of a hallway, and they went inside. She told me that the girl had some pot, and that they shared a joint - the girl told her it would make her feel better, and not be sick.
Kandi said that it did make her feel a little better, but it made her feel sleepy too. She said that after they smoked the joint, the girl told her that she was going back to the party, and that Kandi should lay down and rest for a while, and left her there in a twin bed in the room. She said, “I was wearing Daisy-Duke-shorts, sandals, and a tube top. I remember it like it was just yesterday. It was that pink checkered one that used to get you so worked up and hard.”
“I guess I went to sleep - I remember waking up later because I felt something. When I woke up there was this guy sitting on the end of the bed. My eyes were still kind of closed, and he didn’t know that I was awake. I pretended to be passed out. He had one of my feet in his hands, rubbing it all over his big boner! I couldn’t believe it - I was just kind of frozen, watching him rub his big pink cock on my toes!”
“I felt something wet on my toes, and I waited to see what he was doing. After a little while he got up, and took off his shorts. God he had such a big fat cock! I kept pretending to be passed out, and he rolled my tube top up over my boobies. He poked me in the ribs to see if I was going to wake up, and when I didn’t, he undid the button on my shorts and took them off. Then he took off my panties!”
She had her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, squeezing it at the base, I think sensing that I was almost on the verge of cumming, just listening to her recount the event.
“I was almost naked - and he touched my pussy for a little bit. I was wet, so fucking wet… I just couldn’t help it. I knew he was going to put his cock in me. I knew he was going to fuck me!” I asked her, “Did you want him to fuck you? It sounds like **** to me..” My wife said, “Oh baby, I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I wanted to feel that big fat cock in my pussy. I wanted to feel him cum in me.”
“I laid there and let him think I was passed out, and he just stuck it in me. He put that fat dick inside me and he fucked me. He fucked me and he fucked me and then he came inside me!” I asked her, “Did you cum? Did he make you cum on his cock?” She said, “No - I think I was too tense and too drunk, but it felt so fucking good. God what a big cock he had!” “He sort of laid there panting like a dog for a while. Then he pulled out of me and wiped his dick on my face! I peeked at him while he put his shorts back on, and then he left. I felt like I needed to pee, but I was kind of scared, and I didn’t really know where I was or where the bathroom was. I was laying there in the dark, and then the door opened again. It was that same guy, but he had some other dude behind him. They were whispering to each other, and I really couldn’t hear what they were saying, except for “Fuck her. Dude, you should just fuck her. She’s really hot and tight.”
“So the door closed and the new guy stayed behind. I kept pretending to be out, and the new guy was just standing there, looking at me. For a while he just stood there - I could sort of see him moving around but it was too dark to see what he was doing. Then he came closer to the bed, and pulled my legs apart. He was wearing jeans and he had his cock out! It was hard too. He unbuttoned them, and he got between my legs, and put his cock in my pussy. He was fucking me baby, just fucking me. Then he started to suck on my nipples while he was pumping his dick in me. That made me cum! I tried to be quiet, but I think I squealed a little and that scared him - he stopped and just kind of froze in me. I was cumming on his cock!”
“That made him squirt in me. Then he pulled out and got his jeans buttoned all back, and just left me there.” I said, “You just let two strange guys fuck you? Without even resisting or anything? Fuck baby… why?” My wife said, “I know its a shock - I just wanted to be fucked, I just wanted to feel their cocks in me, to see if it was different than you.” “I really, really needed to pee but I was afraid to get up. Then a few minutes later the door opened again, and it was a different guy. When the door was open, I could see that he already had his cock out, sticking over the top of his shorts! He came inside and closed the door, then he came over to the bed. He rubbed the tip of his dick on my face and on my titties, and then he got on top and fucked me. That guy didn’t last hardly at all - he came in me after just a few strokes, and then he wiped his cock on my lips.”
“A few minutes later another guy came in. I needed to pee so bad that I though I was going to wet myself. This new guy started touching me everywhere, then he pulled his cock out - I remember it was fucking huge! He just shoved it into me, and started fucking the shit out of me! He fucked me so good, and so hard that I had a cum and a pee at the same time… he started to cuss, staying stuff like Fucking drunk bitch, I’m going to fuck the piss out of you. He just kept pumping and pumping and he made me cum again. I fucked him back a little it felt so good - but I did just a little so he wouldn’t think I was awake. It made him cum, and it made such a big mess!”
"The door opened up before he pulled out of me, and it was some guy yelling at him to get the fuck out of his room. The big guy got off off me, and he was trying to leave, and the other guy was yelling at him, telling him he was going to kick his ass. The dude tripped over his pants, because they were still down around his knees. The other guy sort of kicked and pushed him out of the room. I just kept pretending to be passed out.” I said, “Was that it? Just those four guys? What did the guy do who’s room it was?” My cock was still raging, and Kandi had a grip on it to stop me from cumming.
“He came over to the bed, and started shaking me a little, telling me to get up. I was a little scared, because he seemed mean. He was complaining that the bed was all messed up, and saying stuff like there’s fucking spooge and piss on my fucking bed. I think he was mad. He tried again to wake me up, but I wanted him to leave, so that maybe I could get dressed and sneak out. He just wouldn’t go away! He finally said, fuck it, and I peeked at him, and he was taking off his clothes. He rolled me over onto my tummy, and shoved me up to the head-board of the bed. I could feel him poking his dick around, like he was trying to find my pussy. It felt so weird. He was rubbing it all over me, and then I could feel his thumbs on my butt cheeks - he stuck his cock into my butt, and started fucking me there!”
I said, “The guy was doing anal with you? Did you try to stop him? Fuck!”
“No, I didn’t stop him. I wanted to see what it felt like. At first it hurt - it kind of burned and felt like I was tearing. Then it started to feel really, really good. He was playing with my pussy too, so that made it feel even better! He played with me and made me cum, while his cock was in my butt!” I spurted a huge load - even her tight grip couldn’t stop me from cumming, and I blew my load, hearing her tell me about this strange guy fucking her (so far as I knew) virgin-to-other guy's ass.
“After he finished, he just left me laying there, and went away. Before I could get up, he came back with two other guys, and told them to help him get me dressed so they could get rid of me. I kept pretending to be out, while they put my panties and shorts on - they also touched me, and they were talking so dirty - the guy who’s room it was kept saying stuff like, I just fucked this little bitch in the ass! They managed to get my panties and shorts on, and they carried me down the stairs, and put me on a couch. I waited there a long, long time, and when it started to get a little light outside, I got up and snuck out of the frat house, and walked back to my dorm. The resident assistant on door duty gave me such a bitchy look, because I probably looked like such a dirty, used little slut.”
I said, “I can’t believe you pretended to be passed out, and let five guys just fuck you! It sounds like bullshit.” She said, “Nope - not bullshit. They invited me back to a bunch more parties, and I went to all of them. I fucked so many hot boys! I was like their private party girl until the end of the semester. I went to two other parties like that before we broke up… and I kept doing it even for a little while after we started trying to get back together. I just couldn’t help myself!”
That confession explained a lot about some of the questions I used to to get from our friends, because apparently many of them knew my fiancé was a “fraternity fuck toy” behind my back.
We were engaged during our college years, initiated by my proposal the summer before we started college. By the time we were in our second year, during the spring semester, things seemed to be changing between the two of us. My now wife, Kandi, then fiancé, seemed to be more aloof, distant, less connected to me, and I could not figure out why. By spring break, she broke off our engagement, leaving me feeling desperate, empty, and devastated. By the late part of the fall semester of our third year, things were back to “normal,” and we’d gotten back together again, and our engagement was back on.
I was left with this strange, inexplicable feeling over that nominal 9-month span when we were split up. I was intensely, overwhelmingly obsessed about my fiancé and her sexual encounters with other guys, real or imagined. I was fixated on the idea of her fucking, sucking, and being a dirty little slut with, and for other men. That experience changed me forever.
One night, years after we were married, we were in bed together, making out, enjoying the sensual, intimate and erotic foreplay that would lead up to a good fuck session. I was kissing my wife’s neck and nibbling her ears, tracing my fingers over her bare nipples, and brushing her increasingly wet pussy lips with the fingertips of my other hand, while whispering in her ear dirty fantasies - of her being the center of attention for a large group of sexy young men. She was responding, breathing hard, becoming increasingly wet, almost dripping, and her nipples were like little spikes, erect, touched with goose-flesh around her areola.
I was hard as steel, and her smooth little fingers were tracing the veins of my pulsating cock, teasing it, and from time to time she was lightly scratching my balls with her manicured nails.
At a point she said, “Would you like me to tell you a dirty, naughty secret?” I asked, “What? Are you a bad girl? Have you been naughty? Is there something I need to know?” I continued to touch her, stimulating her nipples, and her pussy lips, and she kept teasing my cock and balls, and said, “Yes - I think its time you knew…”My wife proceeded to tell me about certain events that took place during our college years, in that 9-month interval around the time we were split up. For context, our university was a fairly conservative place at the time - the campus had a no alcohol policy, and the dorms were all gender segregated. All of the fraternity and sorority houses were off-campus, mostly concentrated along “Fraternity Row,” about two blocks from the main campus.
She said, “Do you remember that night we got into such a huge fight because I told you I needed to cancel our Saturday date because my mom and dad were coming into town for dinner?” I thought about it, and told her, “Sort of - I kind of remember that. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn't invited, and you gave me some bullshit excuse about them wanting some time with just their daughter?”
My wife said, “Yes… that’s the time I’m talking about. I lied. Kristen (her roommate) invited me to go to a frat party with her. She was starting to date one of the guys, and wasn’t really sure about him, and didn’t want to go to the party without someone she trusted to look out for her. She begged me to go with her, and I couldn’t figure out a way to say “No” to her, or to tell you, so I lied.”
My cock seemed to be involuntarily swelling, getting even harder with anticipation.
She then told me all about the party, in graphic, lurid detail. It seems that Kandi and Kristen arrived together, and had a few drinks - beer, wine, punch, and even did some shots. The guy Kristen was interested in showed up at some point, and they disappeared together, leaving my fiancé alone with a group of mostly guys, and a couple of girls she didn’t know.
My wife told me that at one point she didn’t feel well - “kind of spinny, and a little sick.” Undoubtably it was the booze, kicking her 90-lb. ass. She told me that one of the girls she was drinking with asked her if she needed some aspirin or wanted to feel better. My fiancé told her that she wanted to lay down for a little while somewhere quiet. The girl led her to an upstairs room on the third floor of the fraternity house, into a bedroom at the far end of a hallway, and they went inside. She told me that the girl had some pot, and that they shared a joint - the girl told her it would make her feel better, and not be sick.
Kandi said that it did make her feel a little better, but it made her feel sleepy too. She said that after they smoked the joint, the girl told her that she was going back to the party, and that Kandi should lay down and rest for a while, and left her there in a twin bed in the room. She said, “I was wearing Daisy-Duke-shorts, sandals, and a tube top. I remember it like it was just yesterday. It was that pink checkered one that used to get you so worked up and hard.”
“I guess I went to sleep - I remember waking up later because I felt something. When I woke up there was this guy sitting on the end of the bed. My eyes were still kind of closed, and he didn’t know that I was awake. I pretended to be passed out. He had one of my feet in his hands, rubbing it all over his big boner! I couldn’t believe it - I was just kind of frozen, watching him rub his big pink cock on my toes!”
“I felt something wet on my toes, and I waited to see what he was doing. After a little while he got up, and took off his shorts. God he had such a big fat cock! I kept pretending to be passed out, and he rolled my tube top up over my boobies. He poked me in the ribs to see if I was going to wake up, and when I didn’t, he undid the button on my shorts and took them off. Then he took off my panties!”
She had her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, squeezing it at the base, I think sensing that I was almost on the verge of cumming, just listening to her recount the event.
“I was almost naked - and he touched my pussy for a little bit. I was wet, so fucking wet… I just couldn’t help it. I knew he was going to put his cock in me. I knew he was going to fuck me!” I asked her, “Did you want him to fuck you? It sounds like **** to me..” My wife said, “Oh baby, I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I wanted to feel that big fat cock in my pussy. I wanted to feel him cum in me.”
“I laid there and let him think I was passed out, and he just stuck it in me. He put that fat dick inside me and he fucked me. He fucked me and he fucked me and then he came inside me!” I asked her, “Did you cum? Did he make you cum on his cock?” She said, “No - I think I was too tense and too drunk, but it felt so fucking good. God what a big cock he had!” “He sort of laid there panting like a dog for a while. Then he pulled out of me and wiped his dick on my face! I peeked at him while he put his shorts back on, and then he left. I felt like I needed to pee, but I was kind of scared, and I didn’t really know where I was or where the bathroom was. I was laying there in the dark, and then the door opened again. It was that same guy, but he had some other dude behind him. They were whispering to each other, and I really couldn’t hear what they were saying, except for “Fuck her. Dude, you should just fuck her. She’s really hot and tight.”
“So the door closed and the new guy stayed behind. I kept pretending to be out, and the new guy was just standing there, looking at me. For a while he just stood there - I could sort of see him moving around but it was too dark to see what he was doing. Then he came closer to the bed, and pulled my legs apart. He was wearing jeans and he had his cock out! It was hard too. He unbuttoned them, and he got between my legs, and put his cock in my pussy. He was fucking me baby, just fucking me. Then he started to suck on my nipples while he was pumping his dick in me. That made me cum! I tried to be quiet, but I think I squealed a little and that scared him - he stopped and just kind of froze in me. I was cumming on his cock!”
“That made him squirt in me. Then he pulled out and got his jeans buttoned all back, and just left me there.” I said, “You just let two strange guys fuck you? Without even resisting or anything? Fuck baby… why?” My wife said, “I know its a shock - I just wanted to be fucked, I just wanted to feel their cocks in me, to see if it was different than you.” “I really, really needed to pee but I was afraid to get up. Then a few minutes later the door opened again, and it was a different guy. When the door was open, I could see that he already had his cock out, sticking over the top of his shorts! He came inside and closed the door, then he came over to the bed. He rubbed the tip of his dick on my face and on my titties, and then he got on top and fucked me. That guy didn’t last hardly at all - he came in me after just a few strokes, and then he wiped his cock on my lips.”
“A few minutes later another guy came in. I needed to pee so bad that I though I was going to wet myself. This new guy started touching me everywhere, then he pulled his cock out - I remember it was fucking huge! He just shoved it into me, and started fucking the shit out of me! He fucked me so good, and so hard that I had a cum and a pee at the same time… he started to cuss, staying stuff like Fucking drunk bitch, I’m going to fuck the piss out of you. He just kept pumping and pumping and he made me cum again. I fucked him back a little it felt so good - but I did just a little so he wouldn’t think I was awake. It made him cum, and it made such a big mess!”
"The door opened up before he pulled out of me, and it was some guy yelling at him to get the fuck out of his room. The big guy got off off me, and he was trying to leave, and the other guy was yelling at him, telling him he was going to kick his ass. The dude tripped over his pants, because they were still down around his knees. The other guy sort of kicked and pushed him out of the room. I just kept pretending to be passed out.” I said, “Was that it? Just those four guys? What did the guy do who’s room it was?” My cock was still raging, and Kandi had a grip on it to stop me from cumming.
“He came over to the bed, and started shaking me a little, telling me to get up. I was a little scared, because he seemed mean. He was complaining that the bed was all messed up, and saying stuff like there’s fucking spooge and piss on my fucking bed. I think he was mad. He tried again to wake me up, but I wanted him to leave, so that maybe I could get dressed and sneak out. He just wouldn’t go away! He finally said, fuck it, and I peeked at him, and he was taking off his clothes. He rolled me over onto my tummy, and shoved me up to the head-board of the bed. I could feel him poking his dick around, like he was trying to find my pussy. It felt so weird. He was rubbing it all over me, and then I could feel his thumbs on my butt cheeks - he stuck his cock into my butt, and started fucking me there!”
I said, “The guy was doing anal with you? Did you try to stop him? Fuck!”
“No, I didn’t stop him. I wanted to see what it felt like. At first it hurt - it kind of burned and felt like I was tearing. Then it started to feel really, really good. He was playing with my pussy too, so that made it feel even better! He played with me and made me cum, while his cock was in my butt!” I spurted a huge load - even her tight grip couldn’t stop me from cumming, and I blew my load, hearing her tell me about this strange guy fucking her (so far as I knew) virgin-to-other guy's ass.
“After he finished, he just left me laying there, and went away. Before I could get up, he came back with two other guys, and told them to help him get me dressed so they could get rid of me. I kept pretending to be out, while they put my panties and shorts on - they also touched me, and they were talking so dirty - the guy who’s room it was kept saying stuff like, I just fucked this little bitch in the ass! They managed to get my panties and shorts on, and they carried me down the stairs, and put me on a couch. I waited there a long, long time, and when it started to get a little light outside, I got up and snuck out of the frat house, and walked back to my dorm. The resident assistant on door duty gave me such a bitchy look, because I probably looked like such a dirty, used little slut.”
I said, “I can’t believe you pretended to be passed out, and let five guys just fuck you! It sounds like bullshit.” She said, “Nope - not bullshit. They invited me back to a bunch more parties, and I went to all of them. I fucked so many hot boys! I was like their private party girl until the end of the semester. I went to two other parties like that before we broke up… and I kept doing it even for a little while after we started trying to get back together. I just couldn’t help myself!”
That confession explained a lot about some of the questions I used to to get from our friends, because apparently many of them knew my fiancé was a “fraternity fuck toy” behind my back.
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