The Smith Slut Sandy

He was from the University of Illinois. He hailed from Kentucky, and had the southern name of Bobby Jack. He of course had a Neanderthal's ideas about women, but we didn't care. He left at the end of the three-day weekend with carnal knowledge of both Martha and me, of course.

We fucked him dry to the point where he actually saw a doctor back in Champaign because his penis was so sore from so much fucking and so many blowjobs. Poor Bobby Jack, I suspect that small town doctor was both highly amused and also jealous.

The chiefs were sitting at a bar, and John, Martha and I joined them. We played our parts well and when we invited them to my hotel room to continue drinking and maybe some dancing, I felt like the piped piper leading the men out of the bar to my room to their death.

The results were not their deaths, or course, but getting to fuck the shit out of both Martha and me, something they seemed to enjoy a lot. I first took on John and one of the chiefs, after Martha left to take two of the chiefs to her room at the convention hotel.

This was the first time I was fucking another man, a complete stranger, in front of John. He was seeing close up and personal just what a slut of a woman he was getting. He was also getting a live sex show starring his partner.

It was the first time John had ever witnessed a live sex show. I tried to put on a good performance for him. He also saw a live sex show when we swapped and his chief and he went to Martha's room to fuck her.

It's hard to compete with Martha. She is a talented woman, good at many things, but putting on a live sex show has to be one her best talents. I had arranged with Martha to suppress and hide any orgasms we might get from the chiefs, and if necessary to fake orgasms with John.

This was devious of course, but hey, that's what us women do. And it worked. Two men made me cum, and happily one of them was John. Three men made Martha cum, and one of them was John.

But John thought he was the only man making either of us cum, and this really helped in the gross out factor of seeing the woman you love fuck other men right in front of you.

Indeed, competition is a powerful force, especially when it is combined with machismo.

The chiefs did not care. After all, we were pretty and sexy and they got to fuck our brains out for no apparent reason, no strings attached. Win-win.

So John passed all of my tests, and he still loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I could not believe my good fortune. Anyway, extreme sexual promiscuity is a young woman's game.

As I get older I imagine it will become less easy to seduce strangers for wild sex. I needed a good man to get old with, and I had found John.

He had yet another test. This was less important, but I let him know that I like to be bound and dominated. Nothing too kinky, I'm not into pain or anything, I just like it when a man takes control of me and I have no choice but to submit to him.

You can imagine my surprise when John was into this! It was actually his idea to "force" me into exhibitionism, and it really became impressive when he surprised me with a trip to Aruba.

There were lots of families with children there, so we had to be careful. But after the children went to bed, we had fun.

One time he tied me to the bed and had his way with me. There was a knock at the door, and a man we had met the previous night at a local bar was there.

He came into the room while I was naked, tied to the bed with my legs spread, and had just been fucked a little, which I guess was obvious. I was horribly embarrassed! But John told me I had been a "bad girl" today, and that "I knew what to do."

I blew the man a kiss, and that was all the encouragement he needed to strip off his clothes, climb on top of me, and fuck me silly, with John not only watching, but filming us with our video camera.

When he was done, John untied me and told me to suck him hard. I did. Then he took me again, this time from behind, since John had redone the bondage and had tied me up in a different way.

The next day we found a way to do the deed on the beach, even with a voyeur! It was not easy, Aruba's beaches are crowded, but John is a resourceful man. I wondered if John would try to involve the voyeur, but to my relief he did not.

John had found a way to combine my perversions, and to my surprise and relief, he enjoyed it, too. Once this was all determined, we had some quite wild times together, and I was in a near constant state of sexual satisfaction.

We had, I should say, the perfect marriage, considering how strange we are. Well, to sum it all up with a tautology, we are what we are.