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Happy anniversary, my darling, my love, best thing to ever happen to me.


I can't believe it's been two years already, the most amazing experience I could hope for, with the man who loves me, cares for me, and helps me be the man I was born to be.


I think you knew from the start who I really was and what I really needed. Do you remember our first date? You were so charming, and put me at ease. I was so nervous and conflicted. If I'd known that night that you'd seen my secret and never-used barebackrt profile and knew what a cumslut I wanted to be, I probably would have backed down or run away. But you were gentle, you made me trust you. Your acceptance and love has made my transformation possible.


I can't believe now that I let the first date end with just a chaste kiss. I wanted you so much from the first minute I saw you, I wanted your cock in me, I wanted to taste your cum, wanted you fuck me for hours...but I was so scared. I think I made you wait until the third date before we got naked. Now, knowing your three-orgasms-per-day minimum and knowing how much spunk you pump out, I wonder how you had the patience for me.  I'm just laughing now about how careful I was. What a trooper you were to go get tested together before I let you fill my ass for the first time.  Two whole months anticipation, and it was the best day of my life to that point, but you must have thought it was cute that I was so cautious, given where you were going to take me. I’m so glad you saw my true potential.


One I had your cum in me, of course, there was no going back. You were really wise to put up with that 6 months of monogamy. I think trusting in you really helped my cum addiction bloom. Again, I'm a little embarrassed at how much I needed that, but it really helped. After 6 months of getting at least one of your loads in my ass and another down my throat every day, I don't think I'll ever be able to do without. Though by today's standards, that's barely enough to get me through an hour, much less a whole day.   Still, it was enough to let the cum addiction bloom while you could kiss my fears away.


I still don't know how you managed to make the idea of opening up the relationship seem like it was my idea. Maybe it was just that endless collection of hot friends you invited over as house guests. At 9 months into the relationship, suddenly each weekend there was a different super hot friend from out of town staying in your guest bedroom, walking naked to the bathroom giving me something more to drool over. I was confused for a bit, why I was so hot for their cocks, dreaming about their cum filling me, when I loved you so much and was so amazingly happy with our sex life. I was so scared that if you knew how much I needed COCK, not just your cock and CUM, not just your cum, that you'd be hurt or just think I was a slut. It never occurred to me that you knew exactly how much of a slut I needed to be and that was part of what you loved in me.


I still remember when Kevin was over and finally I confessed how much I wanted to suck him off...You were so sweet and considerate, making me feel so safe confessing my desire to you.  We agreed to have only you fuck my ass, but let him fuck my face.  Such a great arrangement, and such a slippery slope.  I’m sure when we agreed to that, you knew you would get what you wanted soon.  I think it was in that first threeway where I started to suspect you had an agenda.  How hard your cock was when you two were spit-roasting me, and the sweet nothings you whispered in my ear...  “Good boy”, “You look so good with his cock fucking your face”,  “I’m so proud of my cocksucker”...  Was that the first time you actually said “I love you”?


And that one three-way really drew us closer, and exploded me into the biggest change in my life.  I could tell you were getting off on my sucking other guys--partly because you were getting off in my ass.  I wanted to please you, and I really noticed how much I needed cum.  I went from getting one load in each hole to three of your loads in my ass and anywhere from 2-10 loads down my throat every day.  Maybe that’s what made the biggest shift in my mindset.  I really couldn’t concentrate on anything that didn’t involve cum.  Had you already started playing those subliminal hypnosis tapes for me, or was it just my natural cravings?


By this time, we were talking about sex whenever we weren’t having it, and there wasn’t much time when we weren’t.  I would share all my fantasies with you, so I wasn’t really upset about the next time you upped the ante.  You remember, right?  When you were fucking me raw, and there were those other three guys over to fuck my mouth...me on my back and them fucking my face while you pounded me?  You remember how you pulled out and let one of them fuck me raw?  I was pinned down with a cock down my throat, so I couldn’t do anything about it, I was completely at your mercy.  I was crying about it later, and you comforted me...I don’t know if I ever told you that I came as soon as his cock entered me, and again when he blew his seed up my hole all without touching myself.  They were tears of gratitude, my dear.  I made a scene about feeling betrayed, but it was to cover up how happy I was that I finally got what I wanted.  I think then I was still afraid you’d dump me if you found out how much of a slut I wanted to be.


I needn’t have worried.  After last year’s anniversary where you took me to the glory hole and talked me into backing my ass up to the hole to take that huge black cock?  Kissing me and fucking my face while he reamed me?  I could see the look of love in your eyes as I took my first truly anonymous raw cock.  And when you jizzed all over my face and open mouth and then asked me to marry you just as my anonymous breeder shot his load into me.  That was the most romantic anniversary I had ever had, and of course I said yes...though you might not have known if I was answering you or cumming from the prostate pounding I was receiving.  I’ll never forget how many times you repeated the word “beautiful” as you sucked half his load out of my gaping ass, and then fed it to me as you fucked your next load into me there on the sticky cummy ABS floor.


It’s been great, hasn’t it, since the wedding?  I mean, of course you encouraged me to start having sex with folks when you weren’t there.  We had proven our trust in one another, right?  I also think you loved thinking that I was insatiable and that I needed more.  I thought you were happy watching other guys fucking me, but that’s nothing like how much it turns you on to know that I’m cum-obsessed at all times.  You get so hard when you come home, and I already have a full ass, waiting for you to suck empty and then refill while we share the loads in our mouths.


That probably did lead to loosing my job, though.  I mean it is hard to recover from your manager finding you naked, moaning on the bathroom floor with the janitor pulling his spunk-covered cock from your ass, and the rest of the staff jacking or taking pictures.  I never did know how he knew I was working late and in the bathroom on 15 when I usually work on 26.  Wait a minute...didn’t you tell me you knew the building supervisor?  Did you arrange that?  Another thing to thank you for, my dear.  I hated that fucking place, and we have more money than ever now, right?


But, yeah, it was easy to forget about work with all the sex.  You even threw my first official gangbang to help me get over the stress of the loss of my job.  So sweet.  So many loads.  Such a satisfied look on your face.  Your tender lovemaking that night, the gentle, loving way you slowly fucked my puffy dripping hole, screaming how much you love me as you pump me full of my 30th load that evening...How could I ever forget that?


Without the job, it was easy to spend my time on my body too, which, don’t deny it, was a great thing for our sex life.  Raul is the most awesome personal trainer, he has me in total porn-star shape, and he works for cheap since I always take his load, and all the loads from his buddies too.  Is that were we got the idea of how to keep me happy and sexed up and also pay the bills?  Maybe it was just obvious...or maybe you wanted it all along.


The last months have been the best in my life.  Waking up beside you to suck you until you’re hard, then riding you to my first load of the day...prepping and then spending every day getting fucked by guys or if I’m lucky groups of guys so that when you get home, I always have a nice, sloppy hole for your second load.  You’ve been so inventive on where to take me and how to get more cum into me. It seems like every evening is another way for me to eat more or get more cum fucked up my hole.  I’ll never know where you got that half-gallon of cum you made me chug until it came out my nose.  I just hope you can get another one.  And without saying every Cummuion party on the West Coast is a great opportunity to meet new friends and get more cum.  And I feel like I’m helping since half the guys pay (was that your idea too?) and we installed those webcams.


So Happy Anniversary, my dear!  I’ve got to finish writing this and go get ready for my next encounter.  Some sports team, 10 guys or so, want to tie me up and fuck me.  I’ll have them tie me on my back so none of the cum runs out, and leave me tied up and blindfolded for when you get home.  Hope you like your present!


Two years. Two glorious years to transform from a fiercely independent, cautious, nervous, monogamous, productive 9-5er with a budding career into being your full-time, jizz-addicted, indiscriminate, bareback gangbang whore.


I know now that it was your plan all along.


And I love you for it.

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My husband has encouraged me to take more loads from strangers. I appreciate his help tremendously; it was something I wanted to do all along. 

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My husband has encouraged me to take more loads from strangers. I appreciate his help tremendously; it was something I wanted to do all along.

This makes me really hard. I'd love to hear more about how this happens.

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This makes me really hard. I'd love to hear more about how this happens.

A couple of times he has put me in the sling at a bathhouse and recruited guys to fuck me.

He posts Craigslist ads looking for tops to fuck me.

A few times he has woke me up from sleeping late on a weekend morning to tell me to get in the shower and clean out because a guy will be here to fuck me in half an hour.

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