Ganged in Africa

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I had a little secret that my husband Tim had never known about in all the time that we had been married. I was a gangbang slut, an out-and-out whore, I was addicted to cock. I needed cock like a drug addict needed their fix. I needed it morning, afternoon and night. When I was younger I was known around town as a cum dump. So much cum had been pumped into my pussy over the years that it would have been enough to open up a swimming pool.

But Tim never knew about any of this, he never knew that he had the ultimate whore for a wife, that the woman he had taken vows with at the altar was a leg-spreading whore, that when I had vowed to be faithful I had very much had my fingers crossed.

Then one day he said to me that we should go on holiday to Africa, that it would be great to explore the Savannah and see all the lions and elephants in real life.

I was happy to go to Africa, but it wasn’t the wildlife that I had in mind. If we were going to Africa that meant a load of big black cocks that were much bigger than the little white cock of Tim.

I had only married him for his money and he couldn’t fuck worth a damn. I knew that over there all the men would be fit and well-hung, that they could satisfy my non-stop craving for cock in my ass, cunt and mouth. Mmmm yes.

So we took the first flight over there, and such was my anticipation that my pussy was wet as soon as we boarded the plane. I made eyes with a young guy sitting across from me, I wondered if he could actually smell how wet my cunt was.