The True Story of My Whore Wife

My story was translated using an auto-translator, so I apologize for some of the inaccuracies

This is a story about my wife and our relationship with her. I will say at once that everything in this story is true, a little embellished some dialogs (they are copied from her messages to me), but in general everything happened in reality in our lives. And sorry for the profanity. Sometimes without it does not work, and you can not take words out of the song. On spelling and punctuation, too, do not pay attention, the text was typed from the phone.

In general, I have long been turned on by the topic of sexwife, I discussed it with my wife, but she did not agree in any way. Too correct, and also a teacher. A little description of her: very pretty, tall, quite slender, with a firm ass and breasts 3, brown eyes, brunette with long hair.
The process was long, I sometimes during sex fantasized with her about her flirting with other men, she played along, but it never went further than words during sex. As the years went by, she remained faithful. She said that she was satisfied with me and she was not interested in others. But I did not give up hope and it so happened that we did not lie vacations, and I let her go with her friends (as it turned out later still those whores, yes, they are also teachers) to the south in Abkhazia. It was her first trip to the south without me.

In the process of preparing for the trip, I hinted to her in every possible way that I was not against it if she was a little divorced and allowed to flirt a little, if the opportunity arose, but on the condition that she would tell me everything. She said she wouldn't, but I didn't hear a categorical no. In sessx before the trip I whispered in her ear all sorts of obscenities with a hint at the possibilities open to such a beauty on vacation. When I saw her off, I kissed her and said: "Relax and rest." She looked at me, smiled and said nothing. That gave me hope. They arrived well, settled in the private sector at the home of acquaintances. The house was located on the edge of the village, a narrow path led to it among the thickets of southern plants, next to the old closed hospital. It was a short walk to the beach. I learned all this when I went there a few years later with her.
In general, her vacation was going smoothly and quietly. We corresponded every day, nothing special was planned and I was beginning to lose hope. But one evening I received a message: "I met a man, he invited me and my girlfriends to a cafe. "Can we go? Love you!" Of course I said yes right away!
All day I could not find a place, my excited brain drew me pictures of crazy sex of my wife with southern males.
Late that night, I got another text saying that he'd invited her for a walk on the beach and that she was afraid he was going to fuck her. To say I was turned on by that was an understatement. I was fighting jealousy and crazy excitement in my head. I pulled myself together and let her walk around and decide whether or not to give it to him, but I hinted that I didn't mind. My heart was pounding frantically, my fingers didn't hit the letters, I texted her, but she didn't answer. I fell asleep with a hard-on and fantasizing about her.
In the morning, I immediately checked my phone and read a message from her. "We were walking on the beach, he was kissing and touching me. I was in a dress and a thong and he got into my panties and caressed my pussy, I sweated impossibly, was very excited but did not give him. He asked me to at least jerk off, so I did it with my hands. When I got home I had to fondle myself to relieve the tension. "You won't swear? I love you."
Such a message instantly woke me up and now I needed to release the tension. My proper wife had taken another man's cock for the first time in her life, up to this point, she had only touched and seen mine (yes, she was a virgin when we met and was brought up with very strict rules).

My wife and I when we are very horny sometimes use foul language, it turns both me and her on. I immediately realized that she was very turned on and of course allowed her to continue communicating.
All day we corresponded while she was at the beach and I couldn't work in such a state. I found out all the details and details of what had happened, which made me more and more turned on, and she wrote that she was very horny and wanted me. I asked her: "Are you sure it's me?" I got the answer: "I want to cum and it does not matter with whom" Brain explosion, I almost cum from such a message.

A few days later, she texted me that he'd invited her to a cafe again. And asked for permission to go out with him. Of course I did. And asked her to text me everything that happens. She said okay. But all night she didn't text me at all. I texted her, but she didn't answer. Then late at night I decided to call her.
I called, she said she was fine, that she was at home. Her breathing was a little ragged, like she was out of breath from walking, but I didn't think much of it.
And in the morning when I woke up I read a text from her: "When you called, he had me pinned outside the hospital, kissing and squeezing my breasts, wanting to insert me from behind and had already pulled out his dick and pulled up my dress. I was ready to give it to him and then you called. He brought me to my senses and I didn't give it to him again. But he had such a hard-on that I felt sorry for him and jerked him off with my pen again. He cummed and walked me home. He confessed his love))) I love you and I want to see you again" At home she again released the tension by caressing herself.

I almost went crazy with a mixture of arousal and jealousy as I imagined that during my call she had been tried to fuck her.
The rest of the days nothing much happened, as her new friend had to go somewhere on business.

At the very end of the vacation she wrote that he invited her to his house and that she went, but because of women's days he fucked her between her breasts and she gave him a goodbye blowjob. This turned me on so much that I didn't know where to put myself until she arrived. That vacation was a colossal shift in her attitude toward sex. As she said when she arrived, "I've become a bad girl, but I don't see anything wrong with that."
When she came back, I fucked her 24/7 and during sex I asked her to tell me how it went. She told me and got very turned on herself. Even though she said they never had full-fledged sex, I somehow doubted the truth of her words. I guess she was still trying to understand my reaction to the authorized infidelity. After that trip, she changed a lot. She became more liberated in sex and she had a fucking light in her eyes. We frankly discussed with her the topic of her "cheating" and she no longer saw it as something bad and impossible. "You should have given" she said remembering last summer.

The next year, we planned a joint trip to the same place in Abkhazia. But, my sick brain came up with another plan.
I, thinking that my presence could scare her away from our topic, with a frustrated face, told her that I canceled my vacation and she would have to go alone again. She, also kind of upset, said that there was nothing to be done, but she would not cancel the trip to the sea.
The last night before we left, she and I fucked, I asked her again to tell me the details of last year's trip, she told me, and then asked: "Should I bring you some new stories?"
I said: "sure!" And asked her to get off, assuring her that I wouldn't mind if she used other ways to have an orgasm besides pens.
She said she'd see what the situation was. I wish I'd known where my permission would take her.

This year she and her friends went not to the last year's village, but to Gagry and there were much more opportunities to meet men.
Further there will be a story about what happened there from the words of my "correct" wife and from the words of her friend, also a teacher (who turned out to be the same slut and told me everything about my adventures) and yes, she told me when I fucked her.
My wife and I were still texting every day and one evening she texted me that she was going to a cafe with her girlfriends, where they had been invited by a group of local friends they had met on the beach.
I of course gave her permission to do whatever she wanted. Again the feeling of jealousy came back, which was already much less than the arousal that came with it. She said ok and winked with a smiley face. The whole evening, I did not find myself in a place, receiving messages from her that she was dancing, drinking wine, that she was very drunk and ready to do something stupid. Then she texted, "Bye, the rest in the morning." I couldn't sleep until morning, I texted her but she didn't respond. I didn't call, remembering how I scared her off (or maybe not) with my call last year.

In the morning I immediately went to my phone and read a message from her: "Everything happened as you wanted, he fucked me!". And no more messages, although we agreed that she would write everything in detail. I called her but she didn't pick up, then said she was asleep. It was only after lunch that I got a message from her:

The following is the content of the message: "You're not mad at me? I am bad that she is dancing, drinking wine, that she is very drunk and ready to do stupid things. Then she wrote: "Bye, the rest in the morning." I couldn't sleep till morning, I texted her, but she didn't answer. I didn't call, remembering how I scared her off (or maybe not) with my call last year.

In the morning I immediately went to my phone and read a message from her: "Everything happened as you wanted, he fucked me!". And no more messages, although we agreed that she would write everything in detail. I called her but she didn't pick up, then said she was asleep. It was only after lunch that I got a message from her:

The following is the content of the message: "You're not mad at me? I'm a bad girl. We went to a cafe with new acquaintances all evening dancing and drinking wine, in the dance he kept pressing against me and I could feel how big he was. But at the end of the evening I decided that I wouldn't give it to him on the first date. We are very drunk with Yulia (the one,A close friend) and the girls went home, and the guys drove by in a Cruzac and offered us a ride. In the end Yulia and I agreed, I sat in the back seat and Yulia in the front. While we were driving home he kissed me, touched me everywhere and climbed up my skirt. We got there quickly, sat in the dark car listening to music and kissing, Yulia also with her in the front. You know how quickly I get aroused. So my plans not to give on the first night were not destined to come true.
He suggested we go out for a while. I was drunk and very horny and agreed. We left Yulia with a friend in the car and went to the sea. All the way to the sea, he kissed me, touched my breasts, wrinkled my ass. We sat on a bench by the beach and he started kissing me again and got his hand into my thong, I was sweating like a cunt. He was jerking my pussy. I was moaning loudly. I wanted to cum so badly. I was so excited by this situation..we are on the beach, the noise of the sea, it's dark, there are couples walking (and not only walking) on the beach, you can hear their conversations. And I'm sitting on a bench with my skirt pulled up and naked cunt, which is touched by a slightly familiar man.
Then he took me by the hand and took me to a closed cafe on the beach, it was completely dark and he was shining his phone to avoid falling. There he took off my dress, pushed aside my thong, put me on the table and that was it...it happened, he fucked me. He has a very big dick, he fucked me and I cum several times, screaming as always, afraid someone would hear. And he said to my screams that let everyone be jealous.
Then I sucked him off, but he wanted more. He bent me over, put my breasts on the table and wanted to put it in my ass, but you know I don't give it there, so he just fucked me in my pussy and cum. I'm really bad, I'm sorry. You won't scold me? I love and want you very much!"

Of course I texted her that I wouldn't scold her and that I loved and wanted her even more now! That I was glad that she let herself go a little and I would not mind continuing, provided that she told me everything. She sent me smiley faces with kisses and told me that Julia was also fucked today right outside the house in the car. They are close friends and have already shared the details of their night adventures since morning. Yulia, by the way, is also married.

A couple of days later she wrote to me that they were going to a cafe with their acquaintances again and asked for permission to have a little fun. She didn't have to ask, so I happily allowed it. In the morning I got a message: "Today we were at his apartment and he fucked me again, all night, it was great. Your bad girl just passed out. Love you!!!"

After lunch, when she had gotten a good night's sleep, I got a big text from her telling me about her night's adventures: "Yesterday we went out again with our new friends to a coffee shop. Danced and drank wine all night again. He got me drunk again, apparently on purpose to make me a bad girl again. Then they invited us Yulia to their apartment, we agreed. When we arrived at their apartment, it was very big and decent. There we continued to dance and drink. So by night I was already ready for everything))). We separated into different rooms and he immediately began to undress me. When he undressed me, he quickly took off his clothes and asked me to suck him.

I got on my knees and started sucking his dick. I already told you that he had a huge cock. It barely fit in my mouth. Then he put me on the bed. He came in quickly and started fucking me. It was something, my pussy was just straining and twisting from being fucked like that. After about five minutes I was already cumming. He told me not to be shy and to scream like on the beach. I screamed and cum like a fucking cunt, and he continued fucking me. Yulia was being fucked behind the wall and she was moaning and screaming too, as if she was right next to me, it excited me so much.
And he fucked and fucked, I don't even remember how many times I came. We tried every position, he came when he fucked me in reverse and put his finger in my ass. I'm an ass lover like you. But you know I don't do ass, so I fucked him again. Then we drank wine again with Julia and her friend and in the morning we got fucked again in the same room. You know, it's very exciting when someone fucks next to you. I never thought I could be so slutty. Yulia and I kissed while we were being fucked.
It got me so hot that I squirted and almost passed out. That's it. Turns out I'm bi. It's your fault for letting me, now I'm the bad girl. Do you still love me?"

I wrote that of course I love her, even more now, and that I'm very excited about all this and I'm looking forward to meeting her to fuck her and hear stories about her adventures.
After a while she wrote that she was going to the cafe again and was planning to fuck again, it was written so casually, without any shyness on her part. It was then that I realized that my "right" wife was a thing of the past.
In the morning I didn't get a message from her and I got worried. I called her, there was a dial tone, but she didn't pick up. I called again and again, but she didn't answer. I called Julia, she said mine was asleep, she'd had a little too much to drink last night. I asked Julia where she got so drunk, she said that they went to a cafe, went for a walk, without any details. I calmed down. After lunch I received a message from her: "I'm sorry I didn't write or reply. Yesterday we went to visit them again.
Everything was super, he fucked me all night, cum three times and the last time in my mouth (emoticon of embarrassment)." She really didn't like cum in her mouth with me. I asked for details but she said she would write later as she was in a hurry to go to the beach. Then she never wrote. On this trip she wrote a couple more times that she went to see him and how he fucked her. That she'd tell me all the details when she got home.
I was really looking forward to her coming home. And when she came back, we had the kind of sex we never had on our honeymoon. I fucked her and she told me about it, it just blew my mind and it turned her on too.

During another sex session, I was fucking her in reverse and she was telling me how he fucked her the same way and put a finger in her ass. I did and it went in freely and she moaned. Then the thought flashed through my mind that maybe I didn't know everything. But I didn't give it much thought

Some time passed. I will not go into details, but it so happened that I twisted with her friend Julia, she turned out to be a hot thing, without problems gave in the ass (on this and fell for it). And in one of our meetings with her, she said to me, "Do you know that yours in Abkhazia cheated on you?" (A real girlfriend!)
To which I replied: "Yes, I know that she had a lover at the sea and that I myself allowed her to do it, that I am turned on by such a topic".
She was very surprised at first and then asked, "One lover, are you sure?" Then it was my turn to be surprised. She told me: "Far from one." I took a shot of cognac and said: "Tell me everything!

So she did. She told me how my new acquaintance fucked me on the beach the first night of their acquaintance, how they went to their apartment and fucked there. But I said I already knew all that. But I didn't. And what I heard really fucked me up.

When they were invited to the apartment, at first it was just like my wife said. But afterwards, it was a bit different. I'll tell you what my girlfriend said. The beginning of what happened in the apartment I will omit, as there is nothing new, but further....: "When we drank a little more and danced boys offered us to engage in gangbang, I refused, and Lena (wife's name) was silent, only smiled. Then they came up to her and started stroking and kissing her, touching her everywhere. She was completely drunk and seemed to have gone off the rails, moaning like a whore and rubbing herself against them. I was sitting in the chair, drinking wine. It turned me on too, but I didn't really want to participate, so I just watched, because it's not every day you see something like that.
They put her on the bed, one of them gave her a mouthful and the other started fucking her from behind. They fucked her and she came like a helicopter (her expression). Then they switched and fucked her and she asked for more. One of them started to put it in her ass, yours came to her senses and started to pull out and scream, but they held her tight and finally put it in her ass. She screamed at first, but then apparently got used to it and they continued to fuck her in her ass and mouth. After a while she cummed again, this time from anal (the first time in her life). They also cummed soon after. Then someone got a phone call

About 10 minutes later, the phone rang and a few more men came into the apartment. I was fucking terrified, but my friend said they weren't going to touch anyone. They just brought more wine. I calmed down. Your wife was lying on the couch with a sheet over her head. We had some more wine, I relaxed a little. One of the new guys came over to yours and started kissing her, she didn't resist at all. They pulled the sheet off her, she was naked underneath. Everyone was laughing. Then it started something I've only seen in hardcore porn. They came up to her, one gave his dick in her mouth, the other started jerking her clit, the others undressed and groped her.

Then they started fucking her, literally. First one by one, in her cunt, in her ass (she was already taking it without problems) in her mouth. Then two of them in her cunt or ass and in her mouth. And then the three of us ended up doing it all at once. And she seemed to like it and asked for more and more. It all ended in the morning, your all in cum was taken to the bathroom and washed. She couldn't do anything herself and didn't know what to do. They drove us home. They said they were expecting us again. I didn't go back to them because I was afraid they'd fuck me up the same way. But yours in three days again went with her friend in a cafe, brought her back again in the morning and so continued until the end of the vacation.
I don't know what happened there in details, but my friend (Yulin) said that he had never met such fucking women and that she was fucked by half the village. Good thing everyone was wearing condoms." That's the story I heard from her friend.

Of course, I was stunned by what I heard and got drunk, and when I got home, I started "interrogating" whether she had told me everything. My wife at first said no, then we had a few more drinks, we fucked, I asked her again and she relaxed and admitted that yes, it was all true. That she didn't understand herself what had come over her, that she was going crazy with the desire to fuck when she was fucked, that she wanted more and more orgasms, that she had turned into a nymphomaniac and thought only of her cunt. "Are you going to leave me?" She asked. I said no. "Stand up straight" she stood up and I put it in her ass. It went in without much trouble.
She said she was a fool for not wanting and allowing it in before. That now she would always let me use her ass. So we reconciled, I forgave her, and there was nothing to forgive her for. I let her do it and I talked her into it. It's a good thing she didn't catch anything and didn't get pregnant. It's a definite plus that they printed her ass. Too bad it wasn't me....

Here's a true account of the changes that have taken place over the last two years with my once-correct wife. And yes, I have no regrets, and neither does she. I apologize for some rambling in the presentation of thoughts, I am far from being a writer. Again, the whole story is pure truth, even some dialogs are just copied from her posts