I awoke with a start as a car pulled up outside. The clock said 4.30am and the first light of dawn was already creeping through the open blinds. Bounding out of bed, I rushed to the window and saw Sophie getting out of a taxi. I knew I was in for a treat and my penis throbbed in anticipation. Ten hours earlier we had gone to a jazz night. It was at the marina so there were large grassy areas with the tables set up in marquees facing the stage. It was a good atmosphere – lots of wine and good music. We were at a table of eight, most of whom we knew. As the night wore on the vibe became more party like, with people moving around, clustering in groups on the grass, some dancing on the raised wooden dance floor, and others mingling around the bar. I could tell Sophie was getting horny, as always. I leaned over to her and said, “What do you think are your chances tonight?” “Very good, I suspect,” she said with a chuckle. She had already chatted to a few guys that night and heaps more were casting lustful glances her way. Sophie certainly looked the part, wearing her signature tight fitting black dress and stilettos that accentuated her height. The plunging neckline of her dress showed the soft curve of her big tits, that bounced enticingly as she walked. Her blonde hair shimmered in the golden hue of the floodlights, as did the silver anklet she always wore on such nights. “I’m going to get another drink,” she said with a wink. I watched her saunter towards the bar. Glancing around, I could see the eyes of many following her progress. Sophie flitted from one group to another but was soon chatting to a couple of guys. As I wandered past towards the bar, I could hear her light laughter. She reached out and flirtatiously touched one guy on the arm. My pulse quickened, and a sense of excitement invaded my body. Standing only a metre away, I made conversation with a couple of people I knew. But my concentration was focused on the willing seduction that was taking place almost under my nose. Then he spoke, and the tenor of his accent cut through the chatter. Irish. Well that settles it, I thought. It was now 11 PM so it was time to act. I went to where they were standing. Sophie did the introductions. They were Derek and Connor and they were both working on the LNG project. Derek was tall, well built, and I suppose, ruggedly good looking. Connor was shorter and slimmer with a mop of fair hair. “My headache has returned with a vengeance,” I said. “I’m going to go home. But you can stay, if you want. Might as well get our money’s worth.” “My poor baby,” said Sophie. “I’ll get a lift home with John and Pam.” They were a couple we knew who were at our table. Then she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to be a slut. I’ve already taken my knickers off.” “I’ll leave you to it,” I said with a smile and walked towards the exit. It was a brisk 30-minute walk home, perfect for sobering up. I went to bed with my mind racing about what might be going to happen. By some miracle I managed to doze off. The noise of a car stopping interrupted my slumber. Bounding out of bed, I raced to window. Peering through the blinds I could see Sophie getting out of the taxi. I went to the front door and quietly opened it for her. She placed her bag down and slipped into my arms. “Do you want a creampie?” she whispered huskily into my ear. “Yes,” was all I could say as I led her to the bedroom. Inside I freed her tits and hungrily licked her puffy nipples. It was intensely erotic knowing that these big soft tits were pleasuring another guy only a short time earlier. “I’m such a slut,” she whispered as I fumbled to undo her zipper. “Who was it?” “Derek,” she said. “How?” I asked, trembling, my hard cock throbbing in anticipation. “When the show finished I went back to their unit for a drink,” she said. “Connor went to sleep straight away.” “How did it start?” “I sat on the couch next to him and put one leg over his. He could see my pussy, babe. Then he leaned over and kissed me. Then he fucked me.” With her pants off I ran my fingers over the front of her sexy white knickers. They were soaked. I slipped them off and she lay on the bed and spread her legs. I knelt between her legs and surveyed the scene. Her pussy was glistening with fluid. I leaned over and kissed her deeply. “Your pussy is so wet,” I said. “Enjoy it, honey,” she said and with that I knelt back between her legs. I ran my finger gently up her slit and onto her clit. It was slippery and silky. She began to moan. Every fold of her pussy was literally dripping – a potent mixture of pussy juice and Irish spunk. Derek had ejaculated in her about thirty minutes beforehand so his cum had turned mostly clear, but there was still plenty of it. Sophie’s cunt was awash with seed. I lowered my head and gently began to lick the fluid. It was oily with a salty tang and not at all unpleasant. “It’s quite salty. I can definitely taste his cum,” I said, looking up. “It’s all yours, honey. Clean me well,” she said and began to run her fingers through my hair as I resumed. Sophie’s pussy was exquisite, and the clear remnants of Derek’s salty semen were intoxicating to both the nostrils and the taste buds. My cock was throbbing with anticipation, so I leaned forward, rubbed the head up and down Sophie’s slit and then entered her. It was sensationally silky. The nerves in my cock were super sensitive to the beautiful mix of natural pussy lubricant and semen. I could feel Sophie’s cunt milking my cock and try as I might I could not delay the inevitable. I slammed into her and spurted my load, adding to the semen already there. “I love my slut wife,” I said as I collapsed onto Sophie. “It was my pleasure,” she said, and we drifted off to sleep.