Party Girl

his story is about the experience I shared with my first wife Stacy. I guess you could say she's a "party girl" and that's what led up to our divorce in 1992, but if only I was as perverted back then as I am now I can promise you we'd still be together. Looking back on it now, I realize leaving her was the biggest mistake of my life.

We met in 1985 when we were both sophomores in high school while walking around the Maine Mall browsing with a group of our friends. We seemed to fall in love right at first sight and throughout high school we did everything together as a couple. A "social butterfly" is what most people would refer to Stacy as, always looking to strike up a conversation even with people she's never met, so it wasn't uncommon for her to ignore me whenever we attended group gatherings such as rock concerts or drinking parties back in high school. I used to get extremely annoyed whenever she did this. I was immature at the time so I would make my frustration well known if she appeared to be flirting with other guys around her.

She never hinted that she ever wanted to cheat on me back in high school, but Stacy definitely loved to flaunt herself and one time she even wore a revealing bikini to a beach party that her friends had during our senior year. I had to work late that night, but when I finally arrived at the party around 11:00pm I immediately noticed how drunk Stacy was. She was in worse shape than I've ever seen her, but what struck me even more than this was the skimpy little white bikini she decided to wear without me in front of dozens of other guys. It wasn't as revealing as a thong or a g-string type, but a good portion of her ass was on display for the boys and it was also obvious my future wife had to shave some of her pubic hair so nothing would stick out from the sides of the tiny v-shape design in the front. I wasn't surprised at all to find some of the guys gathered around my girl acting as if they just wanted to chat, when in fact all they wanted was a better view of her perfect feminine body.

It wasn't until I finally laid my eyes upon her chest area a few moments later when my jaw literally fell open in disbelief, as I quickly noticied how an outline of Stacy's rather large dark nipples were easily fucking seen right through the damp white bikini top! I couldn't believe it, and to save myself the embarrassment of causing a scene in front of everyone I pretended not to notice until it was finally time to go home a couple hours later. I caught almost everyone in that time span staring at my Stacy's young perky breasts and as soon as we got into the car I asked her why she had to hurt me by wearing that "slutty thing" and give all those guys that night a free show of her lovely 34c-sized chest.

I swear I'll never forget that moment when she then looked down at her chest area in her well-drunken state to quickly notice what I was complaining about, and as if to pretend she didn't know a damn thing she just shrugged her shoulders and all she could say to me was "oops". As I then watched Stacy recline back into her seat to take a nap for the long drive home, I couldn't help but to stare at what she was wearing and what I could easily see right through it. Like a little slut she couldn't make it any more fucking obvious how she wanted all the other guys at the beach that night to look at her, and as she slept in the passenger's seat with her hands cupped behind her head I couldn't help but to notice that smile on her pretty face.

Even after high school, time and time again I passed off her little episodes as just innocent flirting. She enjoyed dancing with other guys whenever we went out, even though it hurt me to watch her dance a little "naughty" at times I still felt she loved me so in 1990 we tied the knot. We both turned 21 that year and we started to go out almost every weekend, and even on the Saturday nights I was stuck working overtime she still managed to go clubbing with a group of her friends. I didn't want to be a bad husband by telling my wife not to have a good time by dancing with other men, and nothing was said until months later when I noticed she began to allow these guys to start kissing her even though she knew she was married to me.

Right on the dance floor there was my party girl swapping spit with complete strangers, and of course I quickly tried to put a stop to it but Stacy responded by telling me that everybody's a little drunk and it's all just in fun anyways. She told me to "fucking relax" and insisted there was nothing meant by any of it so I believed her, but watching her make out with dozens of guys over the next few months right next to me on the dance floor drove a nail through my heart. It was then when my feelings for her began to change, and things didn't get any better.

Towards the end of our marriage was when everything started to get way out of control. There was a couple of times when Stacy would remove her jacket once we got to the club, and it was only then I would realize how she left the house wearing a tight, little meshed crop-top without a bra on making what was meant for my eyes only literally visible to the rest of the world. I would notice several guys on the dance floor those nights just stare at Stacy's tits bounce and sway under her shirt with every move her body made, admiring how she had no shame to allow her incredibly large brown nipples be clearly visible for everyone in the club through the extremely revealing meshed material. Guys would come over to dance with her and they would never take their eyes off her tits and she fucking loved the attention, everyone wanted to dance with my wife and if I felt then what I feel now I would have enjoyed watching it all. But being young and immature, watching Stacy have the time of her life cock-teasing the guys with her luscious chest devastated me. God did she ever love teasing the guys by giving them clear view of her perky tits right through her slutty outfits, but when she finally decided to take her "innocent" horseplay to a completely different level one night in the summer of 1992, it was the definite turning point in our marriage.

We went to one of her favorite bars in Portland that night, Stacy wore a real sexy loose fitting high-cut shirt without a bra that exposed her entire midriff section and also came down low from the top revealing lots of cleavage. I never did approve of her wearing these outfits during the last few months of our marriage when she started doing it, I was at the point of hopelessness but I would give anything now just so I could relive it once more (I realize now that this was the best time of my life). So anyways, after a couple hours of watching my wife dance and make out with several other men as usual, I went to the bar to get a drink before last call. I then went back to the dance floor about 20 minutes later only to discover Stacy wasn't there, but I didn't think anything of it at the time because she frequently needs to go to the bathroom when she's as drunk as she was that night. But when another 20 minutes rolled around and there was still no sign of my wife, I began to search for her in the corners in the club and even asked other girls to go into the ladies bathroom for me in hopes Stacy would be there.

Finally, I walked up a flight of stairs to a balcony the club had in the back and once I reached the top step what I saw only a short distance in front of me will be embedded in my mind forever. I didn't want to believe it but it was true - there was my gorgeous wife, on her knees and without her shirt on in the middle of the floor with some fucking guy standing in front of her with his stiff cock pulled out of his pants and already shoved deep into her mouth! With the club's loud music and a few other people on the balcony getting a "thrill" at what they were watching, Stacy didn't even notice I was standing there. I was frozen in my tracks and I remember watching everything as if in slow motion when I painfully noticed the obvious look of deep forbidden lust in my wife's pretty brown eyes staring into this stranger's face while working his big cock in and out of her open mouth with envy. His pants were unbuttoned and his zipper down but since she was using both of her tiny hands to keep his jeans from lifting, only her moist warm lips and tongue came in contact with his throbbing tool. I could easily tell my wife was strongly determined to make this guy cum because she kept pulling on his jeans to force his body forward a bit, trying to force even more fresh new cock down her throat even though it appeared her tender lips were already clamped at the base of his long shaft. She's always known how to work my cock, and as much as Stacy loves to give head I knew this guy was having the fucking time of his life. Just by the way I watched my wife lust over her newly discovered toy on her knees topless that night, I also knew right then my little angel was living a fantasy enjoying the texture of a much bigger and thicker cock that was now in her sweet little mouth than she's ever been used to.

I don't know why but I just stood there; I just actually stood there and watched my wife's head move back and forth over the entire length of this guy's cock right in front of me. Though I couldn't hear because of the loud music, I knew she was making those incredible "slurping" noises she always makes with my cock in her mouth just by watching how good of a job she was doing on this guy. I didn't know how to react by what I confronted, Stacy was obviously having more fun sucking this guy's cock than she's ever had with mine and what was probably only a few minutes felt like hours when I finally went over to them and broke things up before she would cause him to make a mess all over her pretty face. Obviously this guy wanted my wife to finish the job so I couldn't blame him for pushing me back, but once Stacy looked up and discovered she was caught with another guy's hard cock stuffed in her mouth she knew she had some explaining to do.

On the drive home she tried buttering up to me, making up stupid excuses like she just wanted to experience the feeling of another man's "penis" (as she put it) placed in her mouth. "It was just going to be for a few more minutes" she swore to me, "It wasn't like I wanted to make him cum, Rob" and added she wouldn't do it again. Eventually she got desperate and leaned over to give me a suck job while I drove, I knew I would be asking for a divorce in the morning so I let her blow me for the last time and knowing how she loves the taste of cum she moaned like a bitch like she always does when I finally released my load into her mouth miles later. She probably loved the fact that she had 2 different cocks in her mouth in a matter of less than an hour that night, though I'm sure after our divorce she's long since broke that record.

I found out later that her shirt was actually taken off on the dance floor and the guys who did it ran up the balcony stairs hoping she would follow and obviously the trick worked. A few of the guys began to grope her half-naked body once she reached the top but only one of them "had the balls" to pull his cock out and force my wife to her knees. By what I've heard from reliable sources, Stacy began to stroke this guy off for a few minutes before she finally looked up at him with a smile and then leaned forward to take his cock right into her sweet little mouth. If we were still married, and I grow into the pervert that I've become now, I would've loved being married to Stacy watching her give other guys head but of course I screwed this up when I was younger. The image that used to fill my heart with pain of watching her enjoy sucking that guy's cock only makes mine swell with excitement now. If I could do it over again, this time I would've let Stacy finish sucking that guy off, watching him eventually pump a huge load all over her pretty face and delicate chest taking it like the fucking slut that she is - turning to face me afterwards with a smile on her face caught with another man's cum dripping off her chin and plastered all over her pretty naked breasts.

I wonder how many guys she's spread her legs for and fucked since our divorce; how my feelings have changed in just a matter of 8 years! God how I miss being married to that slut.