slut wife

you’ve read any of my other stories about my sexual exploits, then you’ll know I’m far from being the “faithful” husband, but I’m not alone in having little “secrets”…

About 10 years ago my wife Janelle and I went on a holiday to the Nth Coast of NSW, Australia. Whilst we were staying at Port MacQuarie, we decided to go on a canoe day trip up the river. We arrived at the jetty to find another 7 people already getting their gear ready. There were a couple of female Swedish backpackers, a Dutch couple, James our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic negro named Robert.

We introduced ourselves and I couldn’t help but notice the way my wife was staring at Robert as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. I had a stupid grin on my face thinking that at least now I could perve on the two Swedish chicks and the Dutch babe (who was the better looking of the three) without pissing Janelle off.

We climbed into our canoes and headed off up river, passing by an island of Pelican’s, a few Oyster farms, some Mangrove Wetlands and eventually to a little riverside park where we stopped for breakfast. All the way there I had kept our canoe to the rear so I could watch the Swedish pair, but that also meant we were right behind Robert and his mate.