Oddly enough, no drama.

John and Jennifer didn’t stay too much longer at the party, with them gathering their things and leaving not too long after he finished.

It was burned into his memory, he was fucking one of the strippers, while her girlfriend sat on her face, it was out of a porno movie, it was glorious. He looked over and his wife Jennifer had her bikini bottoms off, masturbating herself quite hard.

As he came he saw Jennifer pull her fingers out, and a strand of thick liquid was attached to her fingers. She gathered it and tasted it, she was so fucking hot, even tasting her own cum.

That image would long remain in his memory, he was hard just thinking about it. As they drove home, he expected his wife to get on his ass to some extent over walking in on him fucking two women, but she didn’t. Instead, she lowered his swim trunks, pulled out his cock and gave him a blowjob on the way home, finishing in their driveway.

She smiled as she swallowed his cum, “Thanks John, I needed that.” She patted his cock and skipped out of the car, and into the apartment they shared.

The sex got even better after that, she still didn’t enjoy sex after she got home from her job dancing in the club, but in the afternoons and on her days off she wanted sex more than ever. Still with a condom, John wondered when those would come off, but he could cope with it.

One night after a particularly wonderful fuck, John finished while titty fucking her wonderful breasts, and came on Jennifer’s face as she talked dirty to him.

When he was spent she sucked tip of his cock, cleaning him up, and he marveled at the view. Jennifer was the sexiest and most beautiful woman he had ever met, and somehow he had ended up with her.

Not the many wealthier men, the bigger and more muscular men, but him. And she was the most sexually active woman he had ever heard of, if life and marriage with her would be this, it would be a good life.

He looked at her smiling face, even covered in cum she was beautiful, and she made no effort to clean it off.

“You enjoy me looking like your whore John!” She asked, “You like the view? Me covered in cum?”

“Fuck yeah Jennifer,” he replied eagerly. “You look good no matter what, but cum suits you baby.”

She finally went to the bathroom and cleaned up, cleaning his cum off of her face and washing it off. She walked back in and surprised him with a question.

“So you like seeing women fuck do you?” She asked him, in a very sultry voice. “Would you want to see a woman fuck me? Or to see your little whore wife suck on a big fake tit? Do you want to see me eat pussy John?”

“Yes,” John said, without hesitation. “Yes I would.” His cock was again getting hard, just hearing Jenn talk about it was fucking hot.

“We promised to be with just each other in our vows John, this would mean ignoring that, at least for a while,” Jennifer laid in front of him, in a sexy pose, her head laying on his legs, her mouth close to his cock. “You already have, but I don’t mind baby, I will be what you want me to be, I can be yours, or we can be a little more open, I could bring someone else in.” She said, with a devilish smile on her face.

“Do you have a favorite dancer John? You pick the girl, and I will make it happen, any girl you want.” She said, confident in her ability to motivate.

“Anyone I want?” John asked, “I like Cashmere, do you know her pretty well?”

Cashmere was one of the few black dancers they had, and she was beautiful. Jennifer knew Cashmere was more into black cock, and not really into women, but she could convince her, she was sure of it. Steve would help if needed.

“You want to see that big black ass sitting on your wife’s face John?” Jennifer said, smiling wide. “Or do you want to see that big round ass bounce on your cock, do you want to see those big beautiful lips on your cock?”

Jennifer has giving him a gentle handjob, her face close to his cock as she spoke.

That all sounded good, John thought, “Do I have to pick right now?” He asked with a very stupid grin.

“No babe, you don’t,” She replied. “I will see what I can do, but I need you to think about this, I mean really think about where this goes baby.”

John gave his wife an odd look, she noticed and replied. “I wasn’t angry about what you did babe, not at all, I was pretty horny watching you three,” she said. “But this is going down a different road, being more sexually open than we are now.”

John thought about it, he wondered just how many women she would fuck with him, how open did she mean?

“I think love can last forever, the **** do us part thing, but I’m not sure humans were built for monogamy babe,” She replied, “It’s not like you only drink one brand of beer, or we only eat one flavor of ice cream, a little bit of variety literally adds flavor to your life.”

“What exactly do you mean?” John asked, a bit more serious.

“I just want to make sure that you are sure about it babe, and that we make sure and set some ground rules,” She replied, “Do I want to see you with women, do you want to see me with women, or another man?”

John’s cock twitched at the mention of that, and Jennifer noticed. She smiled and gave the top of his cock, covered in a little precum, a quick kiss, rolling her tongue over it, savoring the sweet taste.

She smiled when she took the tip of his cock out of her mouth, “However that is for another day, I could do with another fuck big boy!”

And they fucked again, and then again. John was so horny thinking about fucking his wife and other dancers, it almost hurt.

His mind wandered to a beautiful young woman he worked with, and a drop dead sexy young Asian woman who worked at the local coffee bar, who knew his name and flirted with him.

A life without rules, that could be fun for everyone.