51 comments/ 336083 views/ 194 favorites I Became a Slut By: hotcynners For almost as long as I'd known him, my husband, Jeff, would share his fantasies of sharing me. At times the way he found to work our conversations over to that subject became tedious. I mean it was relentless. He wrote me stories where I starred in threesomes, orgies, and even gangbangs. It's not that I wasn't turned on by the idea; I was. After all, I had been one of the easiest ultra sluts in high school. So lots of sex with lots of guys wasn't a problem. But to some extent I had left that life behind. I had matured and decided that I'd been there, done that; and now it was time for a real, monogamous relationship. But there were two things that worried me. First, did Jeff bring this up because he really just wanted an excuse to have other women? That would be very hard for me to take. Despite my own loose ways, and the fact that I would sometimes see more than one boyfriend on the same day, I was hyper-jealous. It would kill me for Jeff to be with another woman; even if he was letting me be with another man. I know, hypocritical. Secondly, was this one of those things he fantasized about, but couldn't really handle when it truly happened? I mean, I was his second wife. He had lived a swinger's lifestyle with his first wife where they messed around with a few other couples. And in the end, that relationship obviously didn't last. I certainly didn't want anything to come between us. For years he brought it up, asked if I wanted to try it, and always I said "No". As I stated above, it wasn't that I wasn't intrigued; I just worried what the "real" reason behind his fantasies was. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that some man would get some sort of vicarious pleasure out of me being with another man while not having that lead to some benefit for himself. He would tell me that he wanted me to garner all the physical pleasure I desired; that he wanted to see me in the throes of passion. But still I felt there was a secret motive. One night he gave me two things he wrote. One was "Ten Reasons I Want a Hotwife", and the other was "Ten Missions for a Hotwife". In the first he started with a paragraph stating that while he wanted me to have the freedom to play around, he did not desire that for himself. His being allowed to have girlfriends was not part of the bargain. He pointed out that while the history for him and Susan was that they both played, and participated as swingers, the thing he liked best was when Susan and he either had a threesome with another man, or when Susan just played around on her own and told him about it. In the second document he outlined a series of escalating "missions". It started simply like "flirting with some man", and ended with "overnight date with boyfriend". I must admit that reading these two documents did make my pussy moist. I told him that I was getting turned on, and that was like giving a juicy bone to a dog. He really turned up the heat on this subject. But still, I held out. Six weeks later we were on a Caribbean cruise. Jeff doesn't smoke, but I do. I was on the smoking deck sitting next to a nice gentleman when Jeff approached. The gentleman had been flirting a little bit, and I had been letting him. But when Jeff came up to us, the man freaked out a little. He awkwardly shook Jeff's hand, and became very ebullient over anything Jeff had to say. It was funny to watch. After a few moments when my flirtatious gentleman finished his cigarette, he quickly made his escape. As he was leaving Jeff said, "He seemed interested in you. Sorry I made him so nervous with my arrival." "Yes," I replied, "he did seem interested. He was very flirtatious before you arrived. He had me considering him a 'prospect'". That was the term Jeff had used in his two documents. 'Prospects' were the guys I might be interested in. "He had you considering him a prospect? I didn't think you ever thought about that." "Of course I do. I told you I was turned on that night with your documents you gave me. I think about the 'prospects' all the time." I had a few more conversations with that prospect over the course of our short cruise, but nothing ever came of it. I could have tried harder, but I wasn't really ready to let that happen. A few months after the cruise Jeff and I were in bed and starting to play around. I decided to explore his subject with me bringing it up first. I'm sure it shocked him when I asked, "So if I was with another guy, would you watch?" "Yes," he answered. "If that was okay with you and wouldn't make you too nervous to enjoy it." "And what would you do? Play with yourself? Or would you join in?" "Both perhaps," he answered. After I teased him like that with his own fantasy, he practically attacked me. He was so turned on. He almost completely bypassed foreplay. He played with my nipples and bit them a few times. But he was on top of me quick, and he didn't last too long. Normally he has decent stamina, but that night I got him going by asking those simple questions. I started to think that maybe he really did get something out of the idea of sharing me. Could it be that was really all he wanted? It was one of those things that sounded too good to be true; me with my cake, and eating it too. A few weeks later, I tested Jeff again. He was going through the mail I had just brought in when I said, "I think I want to go out on Friday." He looked at me and asked, "With me?" "No," I answered. I then paused a moment and asked, "Does that turn you on?" "Yes," he admitted. He grabbed at me but I kept him at bay. My daughter was going to be following me in at any moment. I told him to calm down and be good. He chased me around the table some more, but then he relented when we heard the door open. I really had no plans for going out Friday. It had been a spur of the moment little tease when I said that to him. However I was starting to actually toy with the idea now as I thought about it that evening and taking into account Jeff's reaction. My pussy was getting a little creamy thinking about it. And it didn't help that Jeff challenged me as we were getting into bed. He reached over and found my nipple. Even in the dark my man seems to never miss that sensitive nub. He asked, "You were teasing me earlier, you have no intention of going out on Friday, do you?" My brain formed the words to tell him he was right, and that I didn't plan to go out, I was just teasing. But, my mouth said, "No, I'm going to go out if you are sure you really are okay with it." "Sounds good to me," he said as he pushed my pajama shirt up and latched his lips to my nipple. He's very good at that and it always gets me going. He added, "I suppose you will have no trouble finding a man who wants to get his hands on these huge tits." He was right. Ever since my teenage years when my boobs sprouted uncontrollably I had the boys chasing me. It occurred to me that maybe it was my stories of my slutty high school days which had so attracted Jeff to me. I mean, if he really was looking for a slut wife, then obviously you would need to find a girl who was a slut. When I had told him of those days I always promised those times were long ago and that I was now a one man woman. Heck, I thought that's what he wanted to hear. As Jeff continued to suck on my nipple, his hand found its way down my pajama pants. I was really wet and he slid a finger into me. He said, "I guess the thought of your Friday night outing is really getting you going. You are super wet already." "Maybe," I whispered, half moaning. "It is turning me on thinking about it." "Just think, another man might be pulling down your pants that night," as he said that he was doing exactly as he described. "Of course, you are wearing no panties tonight. Will you go commando, or wear something sexy?" "Ah... Maybe the red lingerie," I told him. "Good choice. You do look great in that." His mouth was on my pussy and his tongue pushed its way in. I was already close to cumming I was so turned on. I pulled at his shoulders to bring him up to me. "Already? Wow, you are turned on tonight." "Yes, just fuck me!" Jeff has a nice cock, which was sinking into me. But my thoughts turned to the idea of some strange cock penetrating me. My girls and I had enough experience to know that skinny guys, on average, had bigger dicks. I wondered if I might be able to find some large cock on Friday night. As I say, nothing wrong with Jeff's, but it's nice to have that "full" feeling. And with those thoughts came my orgasm. "I'm cumming," I announced to Jeff. And he wasn't far behind me as he was also, no doubt, turned on by the idea that his fantasy might just become reality. Thursday went by without either of us saying anything about the previous night. I caught Jeff looking at me every once in awhile as though he wanted to say something. Either that or he was waiting for me to say something. On Friday as I got ready for work, he just watched me. He didn't say a word, but he was smirking. His eyes followed me as I put on my panties and bra. He didn't say anything but I knew he was thinking that I was not wearing the red lingerie. I decided that even if I was going to go out, I would come home and change first. But I was so nervous about the idea that I was definitely having second thoughts. When I arrived home Friday, I was ready to call it off. I was just too nervous and that was overwhelming any excitement I had. I didn't see Jeff on the main floor. I went upstairs to change into my jammies. But there lying on the bed was my red lingerie set. Next to it was my black blouse which was very complimentary to my cleavage. My black slacks were next to that. I looked at the prepared outfit, and my pussy started tingling. "What the heck," I thought to myself. I figured I could go have a drink, and see if anything came of it. I took a shower, shaved my legs, applied perfume and makeup, and put on my 'please fuck me clothes'. I double checked myself in the mirror. I had to admit I was looking very fuckable. The red bra was popping my boobs right up out of my blouse. I was going to get attention. I still hadn't seen Jeff. I decided he was probably in the basement in his office. I headed down there to find him. He was in his easy chair, with our bulldog sprawled across his lap, watching a hockey game. He whistled when he saw me. "So, you found the courage to go? I was certain you would back out." "I almost did," I admitted. "I would have too, if you hadn't put the clothes out." "I played that right, then," he offered. "You played it right if you really want your wife to go get fucked tonight." "Just save a little in the tank for when you get home. I plan on fucking you tonight, too." "You and your nonsense about sloppy seconds. I have news for you, if anything happens I will make him wear a condom and you will have no chance at those sloppy seconds." "Of course," he agreed. "That makes sense. So you have some condoms on you?" Well, he had me there. "No," I admitted. "So nothing can happen unless they bring some." "We must have a few up in the room somewhere," he commented. "No, that's ok. This way I can have a built in defense should I decide I don't want to do anything." "And what if you decide you do want to do something but you aren't prepared?" "Obviously nothing will happen unless I find a 'boy scout' who knows to come prepared." "Okay," he said doubtfully. "I want you to have fun tonight and feel totally free to let whatever you want happen. But at the same time, don't do anything just because you think you are fulfilling my fantasy. Just let go and have a good time." With those words we kissed and exchanged 'I love yous' and I departed. As I sat in my car, I didn't even know where to go. I decided I would head over to Lodo's. Of course, I had trolled for guys before. But that had always been in packs with my girlfriends. Somehow this seemed very lonely; arriving at a bar to attempt being picked up. I left my ring on. So maybe nobody would try. When I got to the bar it seemed to have a decent amount of business. It was Friday night, after all. I nervously took a seat at the end of the bar. It had been so long since I had participated in the 'singles' scene. And I wasn't single now. I still had my ring on. 'Well, have a drink and see what comes of it,' I thought to myself. It wasn't too long before a man did approach. Long enough, however, that I started to wonder about my estimation of being able to attract a guy. You know us girls, always insecure... "Trolling tonight for something other than what's available at home?" he asked, nodding towards the ring on my finger. "My husband knows I'm here, if that is what you are asking," I replied slightly cool. "Really?" he asked. "And what does that mean? That your husband knows you are here. Are you looking for fun, and he approves? Or are you playing some game and he is keeping watch from the corner. Some sort of excitement for the two of you? He watches guys hit on you, then you go home and fuck each other's brains out?" He looked around the bar to see if he could spot anyone taking keen interest in this exchange. My suitor seemed nothing if not direct. "Something like that, I suppose. He seems to get turned on by the idea of another man having me. For years he has talked to me about his fantasies. Finally, tonight, I came out with the idea of indulging him. However, before you get your hopes up; chances are, in the end, I will not go through with it." "Fair enough," he said as he gestured towards the stool next to me, asking if he may sit. I nodded to the stool and he took it. As he sat down he said, "If I may say so, you are a beautiful woman with voluptuous cleavage that is just begging attention." "Thank you," I said, blushing. "My breasts have made me popular with the boys since my early teens." "I see. So you have lots of experience being chased; seduced?" "Yes. I suppose I did have the reputation of being 'easy' in school. So not just chased, but caught too often, I guess." "So it's good your husband is open-minded about you with other men. Did he know you in school? Is he aware of that reputation?" "He is aware of that reputation. He didn't know me in school. And he doesn't really need to be open minded about me with other men because I left my slutty ways behind me long ago." "And yet here you are, in a bar alone with a man, wearing a red lacy bra that is pushing your magnificent breasts up out of your sexy blouse." I didn't respond. I looked down at my drink which was almost gone. "Another?" he offered. "Yes, thank you," I answered as I gulped the last of the first one. After being so direct initially, we drifted to small talk, and exchanged names. His was Richard. He bought me a few more drinks and I was getting a little tipsy. I told him I needed to switch to water. "Take out your phone and open a text message to your husband." I was a little caught off guard, but I did as he asked. I looked up at him with a question in my eyes. I handed the phone to him when he reached out with open palm indicating he wanted it. I have no idea why I did that. How I had become so pliable. That isn't my typical way. He typed into my phone for a moment and when he handed it back I saw that he wrote, "Hello Jeff. My name is Richard. I am going to bring your wife home and fuck her in the master bedroom. You will wait for her in the guest bedroom." Reaching for my hand I took his and he pulled me along with him. Not forcefully, I just found myself bending to his will. Going along with his plan, whatever that may be. "We'll take my car. I don't think you should drive," he told me. We pulled out of the parking lot at Lodo's, and I told him how to get to my house. When we arrived I did not have a garage door opener since we didn't have my car, and so we had to go through the front door. Jeff was surprised by the front door opening and came to see what was happening. I introduced Richard to Jeff, and they shook hands. Richard looked around the front area of the house. We had a stairway going up to the rooms, and a vaulted ceiling in the living room that was two stories high. "The rooms are up here?" he asked as he started towards the stairs. "Yes," I told him. "Take your husband up to the guest bedroom. Talk over anything that needs talking over. Then undress him and tie him to the bed. After that suck his cock for a minute or two, but not to completion; keep him wanting more. When you come to me in the master bedroom, you have that moment to tell me that it's a done deal; and that in your talk, you decided not to go through with the rest of the night. If we continue, I will spend the next hour or two fucking you silly. After that, you will return to Jeff with a surprise, and take care of him to his satisfaction. After that, you will untie him, and then return to me in the master bedroom where I may, or may not have you again depending on my wishes. Either way, I will sleep with you tonight in the master bedroom, and in the morning, since I can't go without morning sex, I will fuck you again before I leave." He delivered these instructions so mater-of-fact. He was in complete control because we proceeded to do just as he said. We all walked upstairs and I pointed Richard into the room at the end of the hallway and took Jeff to the spare room. "Are you sure you want him to fuck me?" I asked Jeff. "It's exciting to me," he answered. "Do you want him to fuck you?" "Yes. My pussy has been gushing ever since he demanded my phone and texted you. That was just so bold. And downstairs as he delivered his instructions I was really boiling over. It's very alluring." "Ok, well, tie me up and go get him," Jeff said with a big smile on his face. I undressed him, and tied him to the bed using some of his neckties that were stored in this closet. And just for good measure I did as fully instructed and bent over to suck his cock for a moment or two. It was already raging hard, proving that he was excited by tonight. I was massively excited too. I hoped that Richard would have a nice cock, and be good in bed. It would be such a disappointment if he was all show, and no follow through. Something told me a man doesn't get that confident though without being able to back it up. I opened the door to the master bedroom and stepped inside. Richard lay on the bed propped up on one arm. He was naked. I had hit the jackpot, he had a gorgeous body. He was tight, and cut, with washboard abs, and a big cock. Jeff has a nice sized dick, but Richard had him trounced. I was very much looking forward to him sinking that monster to the hilt inside me. He got off the bed and came to me as I walked into the room. He kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue as he unbuttoned my blouse. He pulled back, "I don't taste pre-cum. Did you do as I ask and suck Jeff for a minute or two?" "Yuck!" I said. "Don't be gross." "Me kissing you with Jeff's pre-cum in your mouth would be gross? You better get over that. You will be taking a creampie back to Jeff in an hour or two." "I can't do that. For a couple reasons; first, it's gross. And second, you will be wearing a condom. If you didn't bring one, I have some around here somewhere." "I will be fucking you bareback. I like skin on skin. I like to feel a wet pussy around my cock. You will prefer that too. I'm disease free. You can inspect me, as I will you before we begin. Secondly, condoms, even Magnums, are somewhat uncomfortable on a dick my size." I stood there looking at him, not saying anything. I wasn't even sure what to say. I wanted to tell him the whole thing was off given his ridiculous rules. The slut in me kept my mouth from opening to utter those words because he did have this monster and my inner slut wanted it buried deep. I Became a Slut He moved around behind me and reached around to fondle my breasts. He spent a moment doing that and then began to unbutton my blouse. I let him pull that from my shoulders and then he undid my bra, and let that fall forwards. He grabbed my breasts now and roughly massaged them. His force was turning me on. He pushed me forward and over the edge of the bed so I was face down on the bed with my feet on the floor. He held one hand on my back forcing my face into the mattress, while reaching around me with the other hand to undo the snap on my slacks. When he had that undone he slid my slacks down my legs. I stepped out of them, as he tugged down my panties. He mauled my ass cheeks with his hands, and then without warning spanked me hard. "That, my dear, was just a little spank. When you disappoint me, I will be forced to give you a real spanking. Do you understand?" "Yes," I answered. I didn't want to see a real spanking. That 'little spank' as he had called it had left tears in my eyes, and I'm certain a red hand print on my ass. "Very good," he said. "Now I'm going to fuck you with my big dick, and spill a load or two of my cum into your pussy. After I do that, you are going to go to Jeff in the spare room, and sit on his face. He may view that as gross, as you say, but that is why I had you tie him up. He wanted a slut wife, and let's face it; sluts end up with other men's spunk in them. After he cleans you up, you are free to take care of him if he wants. But, if he cums in you, he has to clean that up too before you come back to me. Because when you come back I will inspect you to make sure he ate his creampie. And if he has not, then you will take the punishment. Do you understand?" As he was telling me this I was getting more and more turned on. Just the fact that he was so take charge, so demanding, and so succinct in outlining his wants was a huge aphrodisiac. And so I replied, "Yes, I understand." "Knowing what you are to do, are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Yes, please fuck me," I begged. I was already super wet. He rubbed his big cock along my slit a few times, and then began to push it into me. He slid in pretty easily despite his size. Being as wet as I was helped, certainly; but I had been a super slut before, and my pussy was still capable of accommodating a large dick, it appeared. He began to move in and out of my pussy, every stroke sending a tingle through my clit which was quickly building an orgasm in me. His hands were on my shoulders both holding me to the mattress, and pulling me back into him as he rammed into me. I came hard after a few minutes of his steady pace. I told him I was cumming. And he said, "That's a good slut. You like a big dick in you, don't you?" "Yes," I had to agree. I loved that big dick in me! He slowed his pace to let me come down from my orgasm. He kept stroking into me, but very slowly for a moment or two. When I had caught my breath again, he rolled me onto my back and held a leg in each hand. He repositioned himself, and sank into me again. It felt so good. He rocked into me and built his pace gradually. He really knew how to bring a girl to orgasm. He grabbed at my swaying tits and pinched my nipples hard as he fucked me. My nipples seem to be attached to my clit and each pinch sent shock waves right to my sensitive bud. He was going to have me cumming all over his dick again in no time. And that's exactly what happened. It even caught me off guard a bit. Suddenly I was in the throes of a major orgasm. I didn't even announce it as I usually do because it surprised me when it showed up. I knew it was building, but it exploded in me. He again slowed his pace as I was coming down from this huge orgasm. He watched me and seemed to know just what to do when to do it. This guy was an expert! He slowly rocked in and out of me letting me come down. I was breathing hard. He pulled out and moved onto the bed. He propped himself on one arm as he had been when I first came into the room. He waited for me to catch my breath. I moved up onto the bed beside him lost in another world full of sexual pleasure. We just lay there next to each other for a little while. He was stroking my arm, and my breast. He leaned over and took my nipple into his mouth. I rolled fully onto my back and he kept with me mouth still attached to nipple. I love my nipples getting played with and sucked, and it turned me on again. It didn't take too long and I was lubed up and ready to go. He sensed this and positioned himself between my legs. I relished the feeling of that giant cock invading me again. He built to a fast pace pretty quickly and I could tell that this time, it was going to be about him. I couldn't argue. He had let me have two already, one of which was mind blowing. And I knew I had a night of more sex, and a morning of more sex to follow. I was not complaining. He pulled out till just the tip of his cock was in me and I felt his hot cum flow into me. Then he pulled out and I felt a glob or two onto my outer lips. He was purposely making a huge mess of me. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't want to be punished, but the thought of this was a little gross. "Jeff won't lick me like that, you know." "He will. I think you will be surprised. He will probably get very turned on by it. You'll have to force him at first, but he will go with it. And, I believe, both of you will like it. It will be his way of participating with you and your lover. If he wants a slut wife, then he will be into this." I got up from the bed and went to Jeff. I peeked in the room, feeling shy for some reason. He looked at me as the door opened. I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. I checked Jeff's bindings to make sure he was still secured. I wasn't sure how he was going to react to this, and I figured I would not warn him. I climbed onto the bed and straddled over him. I moved up till my snatch was over his face. "Lick me clean!" He turned away at first, but I grabbed his head and forced his mouth to my pussy. Lick me clean or Richard will exact his punishment on me. He was very reluctant. But he seemed to get more into it. And then before I knew it he was eating me like never before. I was grinding on his face, and he was lapping it up. And then I was shocked as something hit my back. I realized he was cumming. And he was so turned on it was spurting. I moved off him and lay down next to him. "Are you still okay with all this?" "Yes." I laughed a bit, "I suppose I should have realized when you spurted cum onto my back without me even touching you." I untied Jeff and we held each other for a little while. I was afraid I would drift off to sleep, and I wasn't sure what the punishment for that might be, so I forced myself to get up out of bed. I made my way back into the master bedroom and found Richard snoozing in bed. I climbed in on the other side which roused him. "I've got to check something before you go to sleep," he told me as he moved down to peer at my pussy. He felt it and was satisfied. I had been thoroughly cleaned up. I was almost getting turned on again as he was feeling my pussy, but he moved his hand away, and lay down on his back. It seemed he was ready to go to sleep. As I lay there debating whether or not I wanted to ask for another fucking from his magnificent cock; I heard his breathing grow even with sleep. And so I allowed myself to drift off, too. I woke up to the feeling of manipulation of my nipple. Richard had my nub between his fingers and was bending to take it into his mouth. I luxuriated in the feeling of him sucking on my nipple and began to feel the heat build in my quim. He had me ready to go in no time, and I pushed him onto his back and climbed onto him. I was going to ride that big cock and feel it from that perspective. Riding him I had him buried to the hilt in me. I could feel him past my cervix. He was probably pushing against the back wall of my uterus. At least that's what it felt like. That thought turned me on and I was going to cum quick this morning. I hoped Jeff was ready because the slut in me was fully awake now. I had kept her sleeping so long, and she wanted out! I stopped riding him as I came. He felt me clamp up on him. He stayed hard, and when I was ready I began grinding on him again. He pulled on my nipples as I rode him. I kept that up and I could feel him getting harder, ready to cum. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I kept riding him. When I began to feel his cum shooting into me that brought on my own orgasm. He got up and began getting dressed. I lay there in bed and watched him. "I'll send Jeff in on my way out. Thanks for the great night. You are a fantastic fuck, and I love those huge tits of yours. I'll put my card on the kitchen table and call me when you want. If you really want to embrace your inner slut, I may have a party for you to attend. Just let me know." Richard left and shortly thereafter Jeff came in. He climbed into bed with me as I lay there naked, full of Richard's cum. "Do you want me to lick that out, or may I enjoy some sloppy seconds this morning?" "Just fuck me. And I hope you enjoy those sloppy seconds. I think you woke up a monster in me. I found my inner slut again, and I think I'm gonna get a lot of fucking from now on."