I'm a married man in a sexless marriage who keeps a "whore" on the side. I'm an adulterer and also a drunk. After a long night of beer drinking I wake up with an angry hard-on. Such was the case recently, and I went about hunting this slut down, but I couldn't find her at her place or reach her on the phone. So I figured she was out whoring around, which really unleashed my sexual and emotional demons. I drove through town cursing her name, yelling out to her like she could hear me, that I knew she was getting her cunt sperm filled by this old man she knows. "You like that flaccid old cock?!" I cried out. "I know that fucking bitch is with that fucking cocksucker!" Or maybe she was with some other bastard. Either way, I had to figure her pussy was most likely sperm-filled. This woman is not very attractive by any definition but neither is my wife, but compared to my wife's pussy, which proudly shows the ravages of childbearing and heavy fucking in the 70s, this slut-for-hire's cunt is tight, with beautiful and clean pink lines. I planned to castigate her for still going to THAT guy, tell her what a tramp she really is, but mainly just yell at her and abuse her to the greatest extent possible over the phone. But when she finally returned me call all I could ask was, "Can I cum buy!" She's in a semi-committed relationship herself, and our sexual relationship started with me begging to get off on her tits while visiting her at her house. That went on for a long time, until one time, she hopped on the bed and pulled down her panties. Originally I did and I didn't want to make love to this woman, that's why I settled for the porn-style pop shots, but when I saw her hairy mound, that was it: I humped her, I pumped her and I dumped in her. The dirty deed done she casually offered me a wash cloth, which I used to squeeze out my final seepage. She was quick to hop out of the bed and get on with the rest of her day. I should have known then she was a pro, the joylessness of her lovemaking. But it is a deeper sexual disconnect with her, she doesn?t much like having her pussy loved, as in seriously long and emotionally healing sessions of cunnilingus. That's what I need, but she doesn't. She says I'm one of the better pussy eaters, but she'll still pass. "If you want me to love you you've gotta let me love you," I told her one time, so she let me have at it for a little while. She's not into foreplay so I had to stimulate myself mentally. That's why I played 10 questions with her before (and during) our most recent fuck. I told her she had to be honest to the greatest extent possible because I?m not looking to use anything against her, just satisfy my sexual curiosities about women and men. The usual questions. What's the biggest dick you ever had? That would be the man with the 9-inch cock who had previously knocked her up. Could she get all of his big cock to fit it in her tiny pussy? "Sometimes," she replied. "You're pretty good sized," she said. "Average," I shrugged. She didn't disagree. Was he a Texas Shooter or an Oklahoma Oozer? She looked puzzled. I mean, did he have a lot of cum? For her paste is paste, and it all comes out of the same tube and is dispensed in the same unremarkable proportions. Who?s the last guy who fucked you? ?You!? she answered automatically. After some prodding, ?Hell, I can?t say, you know him.? About five guys came to mind. Have you ever fucked a guy after getting fucked by some other guy and still having the first man?s cum in your pussy? That struck her as another odd question, but finally she revealed that after our morning fuck the previous two weeks ago, another guy came over that afternoon and fucked her. Do you mean my sperm was still in you? ?Of course, I didn?t douche!? At that I had to pull my pants down and start jacking if this interrogation was to continue, but she was off to bed and I right behind her with a good view of her hairy little slit and flabby ass as she took her perch in our dirty little nest of iniquities. I fucked her THAT morning and HE fucked her THAT afternoon? I had to keep asking. It was true, she answered, as I rubbed her naked pussy and she squeezed and stroked my cock. I told her I wanted her to give ME a creampie. She didn?t know what a creampie was. It?s when a man comes inside a woman, I explained. So I made her vow that later that day, she would invite this same man, or another, over, then invite me over later that evening so I could enjoy her sperm soaked pussy and the Sweet Sweet Smell of Jezebel. Nearly crying in ecstasy, I got my five minutes of pussy heaven, jacking off as I ate, smelt and ogled her love lips and love hole. That was preceded by hard fucking, during which I confessed my need to fuck at all costs. Adultery is a heavy weight even during the fucking, but afterwards comes the long empty guilt trip of a day or a lifetime. It doesn?t matter. I pumped her so hard and cried out so loud and shot so much semen up her, but she has yet to invite me over to present a creampie. Maybe she was offended by my creampie request.