Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2016 02:27:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: hill.sm@yahoo.com
Subject: Scotty the Slut

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Scotty the Slut
By S.M. Hill


My boyfriend is a slut. I don't say that as a criticism or a judgment on
his character. I don't say it in a sex negative or sex shaming way
either. I say it simply as an objective fact.

I don't blame him. You don't blame a dog for barking or a duck for
quacking, so how can you blame a slut for sluting? He tried to stay
loyal. I know he did. He just loved sex and dick too damn much. He needed
it like he needed air.

Don't get me wrong, it took awhile for me to understand. I'd be lying if I
said it didn't hurt the first half a dozen times he cheated on me. But he
would always tearfully confess and promise never again. A lot of tears and
arguing later, I would always believe him and forgive him.

Something fundamentally changed one day when I came home early from
work. No special reason, really. It was a nice day. I got all of my work
done before two. I didn't see a reason to stay and I was lucky enough to
have that flexibility. So I left and went home to enjoy a warm sunny summer
day, maybe get an early start on mowing the lawn.

Mere seconds after I walked in the door, expecting a nice relaxing day, I
heard the sounds of sex. Moaning, groaning. A steady knocking and the
squeeks of the bed. It was loud. They were really going at it.

It's weird, but my first reaction wasn't anger, or confusion. It was
annoyance. I was expecting to have the house to myself, for a little while
at least, and instead someone else is here having really loud sex.

Of course, that thought lasted half a second and then my brain moved on to
WHO was doing WHAT and with WHOM. Of course, it was no mystery. The only
other person who lived here was my boyfriend, and it was pretty obvious
what was going on. It was all confirmed a second later when I heard my
boyfriend's voice cry out.

"Oh yes! Fuck me harder. Fuck me!"

Then I heard another voice.

"I'm gonna fuck you so deep you're gonna feel my dick in the back of your
throat." More moans. More knocking. The intensity seemed to really pick up.

I was angry, at first. There he was, doing it again. Breaking another
promise. I worked my way to the bedroom ready for a confrontation.

I was angry. And then I saw him.

I always knew he cheated on me. I thought I knew what that meant. But it
was all abstract. It wasn't until I actually SAW him cheating on me that I
began to understand what it actually meant.

I could see the man that I loved with his face pressed down on the bed,
being held down by a stranger's hands. His perfect ass round, firm and
framed by his favorite jockstrap, stuck up in the air, being fucked by a
man that wasn't me. His eyes were closed. His face was flush, he was
sweating. His hair was ruffled and messy. A low moan that sounded like a
cat's purr escaped his lips.

He was in ecstasy.

In that moment I knew he would never change. I also knew I loved him and I
didn't ever want to lose him.

Something else happened, as well. My dick got hard. He looked so sexy and,
well, slutty. This man was made to be a fucktoy. I didn't see it before. I
don't know why. Our sex was always hot and passionate. He always got me off
and I always satisfied him. But I never saw this side of him before.

I don't know why it took me walking in on his infidelity, but i think the
only way I could have ever understood was to see it with my own eyes.

I wasn't angry anymore. I was so incredibly turned on. I decided to join my
boyfriend and his new pal. I stripped my clothes off in the hallway and my
dick poked obscenely in front of my as I walked in the bedroom.

His pal noticed me before he did.

"What the fuck," he said, startled enough to stop fucking my boyfriend's
ass.

My boyfriend, shaken from his sex induced tranced, opened his eyes and
raised his head. He looked shocked when he saw me, then tried to stammer
out some words.

Then, he noticed I was naked and rock hard. A mischievous smile spread
across his face.

"Does this mean...", he asked quitely. I nodded, leaned forward and
devoured my boyfriend with a kiss.

"It's ok, buddy. You can keep fucking him," I said, after breaking our
kiss.

As I said this, a smile spread across my boyfriend's face and the man
fucking him started thrusting again.

"Since you have your dick inside of my boyfriend, do you mind telling me
your name?"

"Wait, he never told me he had...,"

"I know. It's ok."

"Mark. Uh, my name is Mark," he said. He seemed slightly embarrassed to
have this conversation with me.

"Jack," I said. "And this is my boyfriend, Scotty. Scotty's a slut, but I'm
sure you knew that."

During these introductions, my boyfriend occupied himself by taking my dick
into his mouth and starting to give me one of his world class blow jobs. He
was able to take all seven of my inches in one swallow. Now, maybe Mark had
broken in him or maybe Scotty just had a throat made for swallowing
cocks. From past experience I knew it was the latter.

Mark had dark features. He was fit as fuck. He was muscular but not
huge. He worked out but he wasn't a bodybuilder. His abs were defined and
there was a dark smattering of hair around his navel leading down his
trimmed bush. I couldn't see his dick as it was currently inside of my
boyfriends ass, but judging by the stifled moans coming out of Scotty's
stuffed mouth, he knew how to use whatever equipment he had.

Scotty's throat had me on the verge of exploding so I pulled out. I didn't
want to cum yet. I removed myself from the action for a bit and just sat
back and decided to play director.

"Lay on your back Mark. I want him to ride you."

The dark haired man was compliant enough and manuevered around so he was
laying on his back. Scotty climbed atop of him, positioned the head of
Mark's dick at the opening of his hole and slowly impaled himself. A moan
came from someone. Perhaps all three of us.

Mark was on his back, Scotty was riding him in a cowboy position. I
positioned myself so that I was laying on my stomach between Mark's legs. I
had the perfect view of Scotty's hole swallowing Mark's thickness. I was
inches away from the obscene action.

Scotty would lower himself down so that the dick was completely inside of
him. He would then rise up the length of the dick until just the head was
in. This exposed Mark's dick. Scotty would lower himself again and repeat
the process. On one of the upstrokes I lost control of myself and dove in
on the exposed meat of Mark's dick.

The skin was warm and wet as I licked it. Warm from either his own body
heat or the heat of just being buried inside an ass. Wet from the lube, the
spit, the sweat and the natural juices of Scotty's ass. He pulled up again,
and again, I dove back in like a starving man. I was so turned on by the
thought of tasting this stranger's dick fresh out of my boyfriend's ass.

When Scotty started his descent back down, I pulled back, just enough for
his hole to completely engulf this stranger's dick.

"Hold right there a sec," I said as I dove back in. I coated Mark's balls
with spit as I licked my way around the base of the penis, which was the
only part not inside of my boyfriend. I made my way up to Scotty's hole and
licked around the penis, felt and and tasted the skin as it stretched
against the invading force. I ambitiously tried to squeeze my tongue
between the dick and the hole, but to no avail.

All this licking and fucking and moaning and groaning must have set Mark
off. In one swift motion he rolled over so that Scotty was on his back and
Mark was on top in the dominant position. He started fucking with such
intensity that, I swear to God, the walls started shaking.

Scotty was just groaning. He wrapped his legs around Mark's waist with his
feet positioned on Mark's ass. Scotty was spurring Mark on to fuck harder.

Not wanting to be left out I decided to have Scotty eat my ass. I squatted
over his face with my knees on either side of his head. Scotty launched an
assault on my hole with his tongue that will be forever remembered. He went
deep, he went shallow, he licked, he bit.

The stimulation had me primed to explode. I shot my load all over Scotty's
chest and stomach. Some of it squrited onto Mark's chest as he was pounding
away at Scotty's ass. Gravity pulled it down lower and lower leaving a
sticky, slimy trail.

Scotty scooped up some of my cum with his hands. He pulled down the pouch
of his jock strap and started stroking off using my cum as lube.

The combination of the stroking and the pounding his ass was taking pushed
him over the edge. With an earthshattering moan he shot one of the biggest
loads I've ever seen him shoot. White, warm cum exploded out of his
cock. With me still sitting astride his face, the cum shot hit my face,
chest stomach. Scotty's own stomach was covered in a fresh load of sticky
goo.

I've been inside Scotty before when he's orgasmed. I know what his ass can
do. It was no surprise then when Mark made an animalistic noise, and
announced, "I'm cumming."

I expected him to pull out but instead he slammed his dick deep and shot
what I could only imagine was a huge load inside my guy's guts.

Scotty and I stayed in bed while Mark went to shower.

"I'm sorry," Scotty said. "I got horny, and couldn't help myself."

"I know, baby. It's ok. I enjoyed it. From now on, you don't have to
apologize. You don't have to feel guilty. Watching you getting fucked, it
was so fucking hot."

"Really, Jack. You mean...I can fuck around whenever I want," he asked with
that damn mischievous grin.

"Yeah, baby. You can. Now sit on my face. I want to eat that load out of
your ass."

"Oh, aren't you nasty, today. What's gotten into you," he said while
straddling my face.

"I don't know, babe," I mumbled as my tongue dove into his puffy, well
fucked asshole.

That day marked a change in our relationship. Our sex lives reached new
heights after that. I no longer consider it cheating when Scotty fucks
other guys. The idea of it turns me on so much I think I get as much out of
it as he does.

He doesn't fuck around every day or even every week. But when he does he
doesn't hold back. One day he called off work just so he could stay home
and get fucked all day. Of course I was as excited about it as he was.

When I got home he was sprawled on the kitchen table on all fours. His ass
was up, his face was down and he was wearing that same jockstrap.

He was presenting himself for inspection, as had become our routine
whenever he would get fucked without me.

"How many today," I asked as I leaned in. Puffy, swollen. It was loose, and
yeah, there was cum leaking out. I must have just missed the action. I
stuck my tongue out just for a quick taste.

"Four guys. Seven loads."

"You've been busy," I said before my tongue penetrated deeper tasting the
flavors the men had left behind.

"Prepare for number eight."