[M4F] Sloppy seconds, or your freshly fucked cum filled pussy

I’ve always had a thing for the more promiscuous types of girls. The kind of girls that have a casual, or even reckless, attitude towards sex. The brazen cheaters. The hotwives. The shameless swipers. The single, but popular. The professionally promiscuous. I'm sure you get the idea.

That said, the cuck thing is kind of weird to me. I don't really understand the appeal of the chastity or humiliation side of it. No offense to those that do get it, its just not for me. To me, what it is all about for me is fun and pleasure. For you, for me, and anyone and everyone else we happen to fuck. I'm not really the jealous type, as long as I get my turn.

I don't mind going second even. Or last, if you're extra slutty. I'm not the least bit squeamish into sticking my dick into your freshly fucked creampied twat. And to be honest, diving in face first to eat out your sloppy snatch doesn't bother me either. After all, isn't the best sex supposed to be messy?

As for roles, I've got some ideas we can flesh out, maybe you've got a few of your own.

Hotwife? Its pretty straightforward here. You always had a reputation for a wild side, and to be honest thats one of the reasons I pursued and eventually married you. I'm well aware of your sexual appetite, and readily give you my permission and blessing to indulge your insatiable libido as you see fit. Besides, its not like trying to hold you back would actually stop you from fucking around anyway, would it? Trying to change someone is a fool's gambit. Hell, even if you being so promiscuous didn't make my cock so damn hard, it would probably be best to just let it be. As the saying goes, "happy wife, happy life." Fortunately for both of us, it does make my cock hard though, so I might as well just let you have at it and enjoy the lust filled life we've built together. Besides, there's just something to be said about reclaiming you after I catch you carelessly riding a stranger's cock in the living room without a hint of shame when I get home from work. Or you getting home at some odd hour, still not yet satisfied, only to wake me for another round after a long busy night on the town.

Sugar baby? I'm a single wealthy professional who's consulting work has me traveling the world a lot. It can be long hours, and with no one to come home to it can get pretty lonely. Sure, there's no shortage of company, hired or otherwise, wherever I go, sometimes you just want something deeper. While the variety can be nice, its hard to get truly familiar enough with someone in just a week. Or filthy enough, for that matter. Thats why I recruit you to tag along as a more permanent companion on my globe trotting. Its a pretty simple deal, really. You get to jet around the world and share an extravagant hotel suite with me, enjoy a generous allowance for your shopping sprees and luxurious lunches, and pretty much free rein in whatever exotic locale we find ourselves in this week. While I'm stuck in boring business meetings, you get to enjoy yourself and live your best life by fucking and sucking strangers in a strange land as much as you want. All I ask is that you be back at the hotel by the time I am, or at least let me know where you're at so I can join in on the fun.

Late night hookup? I'm sure you know the feeling. You get a good match on Tinder or Bumble or whatever new app you're using to get your fuck fix. Things seem like they're going to be great, but when you go to do the deed, it turns out to be a dud. Your new, and already former, friend was a three pump chump. Sure, he got his rocks off, but the greedy bastard didn't even eat you out before, leaving you just as aching and horny as you started. The only difference is that now you're leaking something from between your legs, your pussy primed for more. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. So you start swiping again, hoping for a better outcome. Lucky for you, you find me. We hit it off and quickly decide to meet after some filthy flirting, skipping any pretenses of a formal date at this late of an hour, both of us all too aware of what we really want from each other. There are only questions. Are we doing this at your place or mine? And did you tell me about your previous date, or am I going to find a gooey surprise when we meet?

Whatever we go with, I'm happy as long as I get my turn in. Then again, I'm also happy to have a filthy flirty chat about it too.