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Meet Claudia, A Real Slut

By: NonStopFunGuy



This is the story of Claudia, related to the author in a videotape the author made of Claudia. It is not an exact dialogue or transcription; to make the stories flow, and adding details added over time, the text is an extrapolation of Claudia's exact dialogue. The tape was made on February 14, 2005, which you correctly will identify as Valentine's Day. It has taken time to draft it and have Claudia proof it, relate more details, and agree to content. No names have been changed.

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[VIDEO: Video starts with the appealing image of a smiling, nude, very petite and skinny young Chinese woman, in her early twenties, lying on her side on a large bed. Looking at the camera, her arm stretches under herself with a bent elbow to prop up her head, and she is resting her other hand on her nude thigh. She has very long black hair, spilling around her head and shoulders and disappearing behind her back. Her small, triangular face has a very tiny, bony nose, thin pointed brown eyes; and very thin lips. With a skinny torso and very thin hips, her rounded, B-cup breasts appear unnatural for her body. Her vagina is completely shaved clean, with soft glistening brown lips.]

"For the record, tell the camera, what's your name?"

Mmm. Hi, I'm Claudia. [VIDEO: Her voice is very high-pitched and feminine.]

"Hi Claudia. And tell the camera what you've just been doing?"

[VIDEO: Giggles.] Mmm. I've been getting fucked hard, by a very horny married man I met online recently. He fucked me a good long time today, and now he's wanting to ask me all sorts of personal questions while he records me.

"Alright, the video is not about me, honey. So tell us about yourself, Claudia?"

Well, let's see. I'm 22, married, been married to a wonderful loving husband for about two years now, since May 2003. I'm Chinese-Canadian, my parents are from Hong Kong, I grew up in Toronto Ontario. I moved here, to Maryland, in May 2002 to be with Dave, my husband.

Oh -- and I'm a slut, I love to fuck. A lot. [VIDEO: Giggles.]

"Does Dave know you're here with me getting fucked today?" 

Mmm, not yet! [VIDEO: Eyes sparkle at the thought.] But I might tell him about it later. Tell him, you know, I got fucked pretty hard, made me feel so sexy. [VIDEO: Claudia rolls onto her back, exposing very thin legs with shapely toned calves and thighs. She spreads her legs to show off better her shiny wet pussy dripping with cum.] Mmm, I think the cameraman came in my pussy two times already today. [VIDEO: Hands behind her neck, arching her body towards camera, Claudia slowly undulates her hips as she shows off her wet pussy more to the camera.] 

"Tell me about what it means you're a slut, how'd you get to be a slut, what do you mean that you're a slut."

It means, I like to fuck. Lots of men, every day. I can't get enough sex. I try to fuck at least one man every day, besides my husband I mean. Sometimes more. I love guys with big hard cocks, muscular or fit men, older men -- I'm only 22 and love men in their 30s or 40s or older even.

I grew up as a shy, submissive, quiet Chinese girl who dutifully studied piano and violin and math, just like my Mom and Dad wanted. But I had a terrible secret, dark side -- I loved to get off. Ever since I hit puberty I'd get off as much as I could. I felt so guilty about it, so never told anyone. I used to hide in my room for hours doing it, then started using the internet to get off -- chat rooms, free pictures, whatever. It made me feel dirty and worthless, like I was broken, but I couldn't stop it.

Then, I met my husband online, back in 1999. We just had a strictly online friendship until we met in person in August 2001, when I was 19 already. I fucked him the first day we met in person; he came to Toronto just to fuck me. We'd been having phonesex since a few months before my 19th birthday, which was always awesome, so I knew he would be great in bed. He was my first fuck, he took my cherry and my heart all at once.

And since then, I've fucked lots of other men, and a few women, all with Dave's encouragement. He used to tell me who to fuck, what to wear for dates, and usually he would be there to watch or direct. Now I just do it myself, I love seducing sexy hot men and fucking them.

"Tell us more what you used to be like, before you were a slut."

Gosh, I was simple, probably boring. I really didn't feel good about myself. [VIDEO: Claudia nervously tugs her long hair.] I was really fucking shy, definitely not confident around men, and I felt inferior to really sexy white girls. I went to a mixed school, a lot of immigrants and stuff, and the white Canadian girls were definitely getting all the attention from guys. Online I'd tell people I was only a quarter Chinese, because I was afraid they would feel less of me if they knew the truth. In school I didn't get a lot of attention, and I didn't seek it because I didn't want to look silly. I just studied hard, as my parents and older siblings expected of me. I thought getting good grades and being an angel was what I was supposed to do. But all of these perverted thoughts were inside of me, they scared me, I tried to repress them, and when they took me over I hated myself for it.

"So what happened?"

Dave happened. I was using the internet to experiment and fantasize about things I couldn't do in person. I don't know, we just hit it off online, and the best part is it actually wasn't sexual for a very long time. After so long of trading emails about our thoughts and feelings, he finally found out about the true me. I had told him I was only a quarter Chinese, that I was 23, that I had fucked several men. I felt too ashamed to tell him the truth, none of that was true. I thought he wanted to hear it, that if he heard the true me, he'd think I was immature, uninteresting, unsexy. Then, he kind of tricked me; actually, he pretended to be a female emailing me for sex too, he invented this girl in Toronto who said she wanted phonesex with me. I was like 18 and a half, maybe older. I was fooled, I told her about myself, my real self, sent her a photo of myself, and even my phone number for phonesex. Only it was Dave, not some local girl, emailing me. And he wasn't mad! He said he was glad to know the real me, and he still wanted to call me. We had some seriously good phonesex about once a week, fuck it was hot, he made me cum so hard. About a half year later, at the end of the summer, he flew up here, got a hotel room, and we fucked.

We stayed in constant, daily contact, he came up to TO a few more times that year, I was in my first underclassman year in college. I was totally in love, we arranged for me to transfer to University of Maryland near him in USA, and I moved out with him as soon as my school year ended in May 2002. We got married almost exactly one year later. My parents basically don't talk to me anymore, they think Dave stole me.

Dave loves the real me, the woman who I hated inside of me. The slut who looks at a hot male and instantly wants to submit to him, wants to suck that long, hard cock and spread for him and beg to be fucked. Dave gets hard knowing that I want to be a slut to numerous men. He made it real, he brought home other men for me to fuck, both in Toronto when he came to visit then when I moved in with him. He brought home women too, and also set me up on dates with couples. I loved being fucked, and Dave loved hearing all the details when he saw me. We'd fuck each other talking about how I just got fucked, or about who was going to fuck me next.

Dave didn't turn me into a slut, he brought it out of me. Slowly, by changing my appearance, my thoughts, everything. I love him for it, he's the best husband a woman could ever have.

"So how did you change your looks, for example, to become a slut?"

First thing Dave did, when I moved in with him, was change my appearance, just as he had been saying for months he'd do. I had never really tried to emphasize my appearance. I had really short hair, which I hated to grow past my ears or onto my neck even, and I had to wear glasses because my eyes sucked. I knew I wasn't really sexy to men, especially white guys. I hung around with several other Asian girls, mostly Chinese and Korean, some of whom were really hot. Guys would fall all over them; never happened to me. I didn't hide that I was really skinny or flat-chested, I wore pretty tight stuff and showed lots of shoulder. But I never got attention like my busty friends.

So, first thing Dave did was have me grow out my hair. It actually irritated me, but I was giving him benefit of the doubt. I loved short hair because it didn't require any effort to fix in the morning, but actually Dave loved watching me get dressed and fix my hair when I'm nude, so it was sort of a game to get it ready. He took me to this fancy salon when it was long enough, got me a 'do that was really wavy, with lots of layers, well off of my face. Actually, I had to admit it was really pretty. And I started getting lots of complements, mostly from women who liked the look. I did notice men eyeing me more, too.

Then, as it got really, really long, I just started leaving my hair really straight down my back. By the time we were married, a year later, it was starting to go down my back, and now it's down to my butt. Takes forever to wash, but guys love it, and I like it when guys grab my hair when they're fucking me, like doggy or with me on top. When I want to be really sexy, I can leave it hanging down my front and cover my nipples, it looks hot. See? [VIDEO: Claudia grabs a thick strand of hair and pulls it over her shoulder, causing it to cascade over one of her breasts and nipple, mostly hiding the nipple from sight. She looks at the cameraman for his reaction, and she smiles when she gets a positive response.]

Ok, also, right after we got married, Dave took me for Lasix surgery, you know, the laser thing, so I wouldn't have to wear eye glasses. I was pretty nervous, I mean, they don't know the long-term effects of that. It's ok if you're 50 or something, but I was only 20, and I didn't want to have fucked-up eyes my whole life. But Dave -- who still wears glasses himself -- said I would look way hotter, and he was so comforting, so I went along with it. I have to admit, I love not having glasses, and I love being able to see so well. If and when someday things turn ugly, I'll kill him then. Although, sometimes, when we fuck, I wear glasses like him, like we'll be nude but only have glasses, and he'll squirt cum all over my face and them, that has always turned me on.

Dave also had me go to some makeup consultants, and when we go out he always wants me to wear a ton of makeup. It's so girly-girly, but I definitely get a ton of attention from that. And I do admit, with my hair, no glasses, and makeup, I look a lot prettier than I used to, although I still don't like my bony face. I guess I grew up thinking guys don't find Chinese girls sexy, but now, I mean, I can fuck pretty much a lot of hot men, so I guess maybe I'm wrong.

Dave also had me start regularly lifting free weights -- nothing big, just doing curls and also easy leg-lifting exercises. You can see I'm not muscular, but he said guys like girls with a little tone, it would add to my thin body.

Then, like, Dave's big Christmas present to me, the Christmas before we were married, was my boob job, these. [VIDEO: Claudia arches her back indicating her tits, pushing them towards camera.] It was sort of his idea, but I have to admit, I kind of always wanted them. I never liked being flat-chested. When I was growing up, I was teased that I was a boy, and as a teenager, I couldn't get guys to look at my body, just at my ass. Dave says that almost every time we fucked I apologized I didn't have bigger tits. He always said that he loved my body and how it looked, but I guess I had a hang-up about it.

Dave also says, he realized I wanted bigger tits because I loved girls with big tits and loved to suck big tits when I fucked other girls. I don't think that was because I wanted bigger tits, but because they are so sensitive, I know that's what will turn on a girl, but Dave thought it meant I was jealous of big tits. But yeah, the first few girls he and I fucked, I pretty much chose girls with big tits, except for this married woman who wasn't so big there. And, like, it seemed pretty brave of Dave to give me my new tits when we weren't even married yet, I got them about 3 months before the wedding, actually messed up the measurements for my dress! He seemed pretty confident that, even if I got lots more attention, I'd still want to marry him. He was totally right, of course, but still, he took a chance on me.

So it was March or February or something a couple years ago when I got the boob job. I was like, might as well go for it, get really fucking huge ones, D or DD or something. But Dave and the doctor were like, bad idea Claudia, so I got these, they're only B cups, but I guess they look good on my little skinny frame.

'Did you like your new tits? Who was the first person to fuck them?"

I love them. I love the reactions I can get out of men, by showing off my tits on my skinny body. Guys love to fondle them and suck them, it gets them so hard. I can wrap them around a cock, make it fuck my chest, cum all over my face. That's the best. I love it when guys or girls lick sperm off of my tits, that feels so fucking hot.

The first person who got to fuck them, other than Dave of course, was a female -- this Korean-American that Dave found online, Kristen, who was going to college in Carolina. It was funny, it was kind of our wedding present to each other, in a way, we flew her up for a weekend and we just spent like three days indoors fucking. It wasn't specifically because of my boob job, it was just the timing of how it happened. Our wedding was late May, and as time drew closer to it we talked about doing something outrageously erotic before we got married. Not as a "last time" sort of thing, but as something to mark the end of our separate lives before we took our vows.

Dave has always continuously used online chatrooms and personal ads to try to meet men and women and couples to fuck me and/or us -- his "recruiting," as he called it. Time to time, Dave would show me pictures of guys or girls who responded positively to him. It was a few weeks before the wedding when Dave showed me Kristen's pictures, he'd just met her online and exchanged our pictures with hers. Instantly I was really attracted to her; she had huge D-cup tits with massive, long nipples, and a big, round but smooth ass, and creamy bronze thighs. It had been almost five months since I'd fucked another pussy with Dave, since right before Christmas. Dave told me she loved eating pussy but had never fucked a couple. Dave said he'd offer to bring her to Maryland for a weekend, if I agreed.

I got to talk to Kristen on the phone several times before we flew her up. Sometimes it was just friendly, a couple of times she listened to Dave fucking me while she vibrated herself on her end. It was pretty clear from the phonecalls that the three of us were going to have really good sex when she got up here. But Kristen kept saying over and over, she wanted to be the first person to suck my new tits. She kept saying it to me on the phone, asking, "no one still has played with your tits right?"

Dave picked her up at the airport coming home from work on a Friday night. At Dave's direction, I met them at the door of our house wearing just a see-through white negligee and matching white thong. Kristen immediately gave me a huge, tongue-filled wet kiss while she felt up my tits then my crotch. She was taller than me by a few inches and probably about 140 pounds, much more than me -- I'm maybe 95 pounds after a big meal. While she made out kissing me in the front door, Dave stripped Kristen down to her thong and bra, watching us French kissing. I know how much he loves watching me kiss other guys or girls. Then it was time to "unveil" me, as Dave said, taking off my negligee to show Kristen my new boobs. Yeah, I was really hot showing them off to someone else. Kristen sucked and felt them up while Dave went around and licked her asshole and pussy, then it was just onto hours and hours of fucking. I had Dave squirt cum on my new tits several times, so Kristen could lick it off of them. I've loved that with my new tits ever since then.

Now, the first male who fucked my new tits, other than my husband, was a friend of Dave's, Shawn. Shawn was a guy Dave used to work with here in the DC area, but who moved to Michigan before I moved out to Maryland. Dave and I had just gotten married and literally just returned from our honeymoon in Martinique, maybe been home a day. My fake tits were only three months old and Dave and I had only fucked Kristen since the boob job. Lots of guys had seen them on our honeymoon, because we were at topless beaches, but only Dave had gotten to play with them. Anyway, we had to drive up to Toronto to get some of my stuff in storage, which I'd had there a year since I'd moved to Maryland. Dave's car, at the time, was just his Mustang, which was about 8 years old or something. It didn't have much room, it hardly had any trunk and the back seat was pretty small. He had good money but he loved this fucking car, and since he took a train to work, he had hardly put any miles on it. So instead of having a normal car as any guy with money would have, he had this stupid small convertible.

We drove up to Toronto and loaded up the car with my junk -- old stuff from school and my youth, stuff I wanted with me permanently. On the way home, Dave took a detour into Michigan, to meet up with his friend Shawn. Dave said Shawn was a good guy, and was between marriages at the moment, so I should give Shawn a good eyeful of my new tits. Dave had me put on this tank top that showed a lot of cleaveage, for B-cups anyway, and hugged my nipples like the shirt was made of paint. Dave made a point of saying, don't sleep with him, just let him enjoy your new tits.

It worked, the afternoon and evening we were with Shawn, he was staring at my tits. I had gotten used to it in Martinique, I mean, every guy stares at every girl's tits on a topless beach. But this was the first time since my boob job that I was really being checked out up close by another guy, and Dave knew it was giving me a really wet pussy.

At dinner, we found out Shawn was supposed to fly into DC that week anyway, kind of a coincidence. Dave, without asking, instantly asked if he wanted to drive back to DC with us -- just for the fun of it. It was the kind of wild thing guys would do, but Dave forgot that the Mustang didn't have a back seat available, my shit was in it. That didn't dissuade Dave, he said Shawn could drive and I could sit on Dave's lap. Ten hours on Dave's lap -- in a small car -- with someone else driving. That didn't sound fun to me, but I didn't say anything.

It did, however, end up making me really horny. I had Dave's hard cock under my ass as we drove out of Michigan into Ohio. We left late at night to drive overnight, because Dave had to get back for a meeting a couple days later. So it was completely dark on the straight, boring highways, which pretty much didn't even have many streetlights. The interior of the car was almost always pitch black, so Shawn couldn't really see me wiggling my butt on my new husband's cock.

As we pulled into a gas station somewhere, Dave was so hard he pulled me into the shadows behind some parked trucks to suck off his dick. I don't like the flavor of cum much, instead I love it all over my face. Mmm, the feeling of hot cum dripping down my face! It's awesome. But I had no choice, I let Dave squirt down my throat. That gave Dave relief, but not me -- I was still drenched in my thongs and miniskirt, and now I was smellling like a cheap whore.


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Now, I started to think Dave hand changed the rule that I shouldn't fuck Shawn. He didn't tell me directly, but I thought I knew him well enough by now to realize how his perverted mind works. As we got back to the car and saw Shawn, Dave offered to drive, and said it would not be a problem if I sat on Shawn's lap. Shawn was pretty stunned and he openly questioned Dave's sanity, but Dave said Shawn shouldn't do the entire drive (even though Dave had said as much back in Michigan when Dave proposed the idea). I only got wetter, figuring Dave wanted me to tease his friend mercilessly.

But I was nervous as I sat on Shawn, as we pulled back onto the highway. He and I sat so that his crotch was nowhere near my body; I was almost sidesways on him. He had his arm around my shoulders touching my arm, and I kind of sunk into his body, and he had this nice, manly aroma too -- it was definitely turning me on, lying on him. So within a half hour of driving in the pitch black, with Dave and Shawn talking to each other about sports, I found myself getting even more wet for Shawn. I stretched out my legs and rolled onto my back on top of Shawn, putting my ass right on his crotch. And there it was, a large, throbbing package against my ass under my miniskirt and thong.

I swear, before I met Dave, I would have jumped from my skin and probably out the window of the moving car. The idea of rubbing my butt against a strange man's cock was just not proper, and definitely not fair. But Dave had watched me fuck about six men in the year prior to that time, so I knew he'd be totally approving of the contact in the seat next to him. And, having enjoyed being fucked by other men in front of my boyfriend-turned-husband, I didn't relent from the contact. Dave had started to turn me into a slut, I have to admit.

So as we drove in the dark night, I slowly, quietly ground my little butt against Shawn's engorged prick in his slacks. I could sense Shawn moving his ass in little circles too, masturbating himself against me, and he was breathing hard, hot gasps against my neck, it was giving me goosebumps. We definitely were getting it on, he made sure to keep his dick in the valley of my little ass even as I moved around on him. I started to wonder if he'd cum in his pants or something. But it seemed to continue quite a while, even as we passed under streetlamps that lit up the car's interior for a few moments. If Dave knew what we were doing, he never looked over, and he certainly never said anything. That told me he probably knew and approved!

I felt Shawn's hand on my naked thighs, and I spread for him to encourage him. Damn if he didn't take his time, sliding his fingers up my soft inner thigh only bit by bit, taking maybe another 10 to 15 minutes to get his fingers even close to the edge of my thong, at my crotch. I was squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for him to masturbate me too, maybe have him rub my clit, or pull my thong to the side to slip fingers into me. The instant his fingers finally reached my crotch, they found my thong drenched wet. I couldn't take it -- I yelped "Fuuuuck!" as he planted two fingers on my clit.

Both men laughed at my sudden noise. I just couldn't stand it, I was soaking, and I was mad that Dave and now Shawn had been making me ache for over a few hours now. I decided to give Dave a taste of his own medicine, so I just yelled, "Dave, your friend's got a huge cock so are you gonna let me fuck it?"

I tell you, Shawn almost pulled back in horror, but Dave just quipped with his deadpan humor, "Gee, that's not fair, tonight I only got a blowjob."

But Dave didn't say anything else and I knew that meant he was dying for me to fuck Shawn. I had Shawn pinned under me, so I turned my face backwards and stuck my tongue into Shawn's mouth. At the very first moment, he didn't respond, but then he suddenly started sucking my tongue and his hands reached around me to grab my tits. I was so hot, I moaned, "Fuck me hard honey" -- Dave has always taught me to talk nasty to men when I fuck, because men love it. I was getting even hotter with Shawn grabbing my new tits, and while we made out, I managed to push my thong down to my knees then slip out of them.

Now, picture all of this was taking place in the passenger seat of a Mustang. Shawn leaned the seat as far back as he could, but still it was basically upright, for the most part. He couldn't move it back any further. But I'm a tiny person. With my thong off I turned to face him in his lap, and he and I managed to find the room to open his pants and take out his erection. God, it was hard and soiled with precum. I climbed on him with a sloppy cunt and instantly started fucking my husband's friend. I was so wet, it felt so good to slip that big penis into me, and it really turned me on more that Dave was sitting next to me driving.

In the small car, I really had to contort myself to fuck Shawn. I couldn't kneel around him, there wasn't room left on the seat for my knees. I couldn't really put my feet up around his thighs, either. Instead, I kind of had one knee on the middle armrest of the car, and my other knee was against the arm rest on the door, with my foot stretched down below it pressing against the door. It hurt my body to remain in that position for long. But I was so horny, and with this hard cock trying to fuck me, I put up with it for a few moments. Shawn did most of the fucking, actually, holding my ass to steady me while he moved up and down. He wasn't sliding in and out as much as he was grinding against me, but it felt so wonderful after the several hours without relief.

Dave said something like, "Show him your new tits baby." Riding Shawn, I ripped off my tank and now straddled him naked (my miniskirt was pulled up over my hips) in the front seat of Dave's Mustang, fucking Shawn. My tits were basically in his mouth anyway, I didn't have to move back much for Shawn to suck and slurp them while I fucked him.

My legs were so askew I just couldn't hold the position too much longer. We managed to rotate around (we had to open the window for his ass to stick out of the car for a moment) so that I was on my back on the seat, and Shawn could now lean over me and pound me from on top. He stared down at my tits while he fucked me, with my legs literally up over his shoulders towards the ragtop of the convertible. I was being bent backwards by this powerful, sexy man, with my husband driving next to us, and I loved it! Fuck I came so much, and the car just smelled like a bottle of sex.

I ended up falling asleep, naked under a blanket, in Shawn's lap on that drive. The last few hours of the trip were in daylight, so I kep my top on, but Shawn kept his cock out while I sat on him with no thong, just the miniskirt. His hard cock was between my asscheeks and I got so wet again in the morning. He finger-fucked me a while, then I tried to ass-fuck him a bit, but it was difficult to do that without drawing tons of attention from passing motorists and truckers (who had the advantage of being able to look down into the car). So instead he just played with my clit and kept his big hard dick against my butt as we drove home.

So you can imagine that, as we pulled into our garage in Maryland, you had three fucking horny people. As soon as we were in the house, Shawn and I immediately stripped in our living room and began fucking each other. Dave stripped and patiently watched, waiting his turn, then Shawn got to watch me copulate with my husband. Then it was Shawn's turn again, then Dave's and Shawn's turn at the same time, then Shawn's and Dave's turn at the same time, and so forth pretty much all morning, then later in the afternoon. I made Shawn fuck my new boobs too, and cum all over them.

Shawn was the only "friend" of Dave's whom I have fucked. Everyone else who knows us thinks I'm this quiet, submissive Chinese wife with no obvious sexual drive. Shawn has visited us since then, and actually, that girl Kristen also came back for a few days last summer. And yeah, both of them fucked me with Dave each time.

"Other than changing your looks, what else changed as you became a slut?"

Gosh, I don't know, probably just how I went about things. Doing more stuff to get attention, I mean. Like, Dave started picking out my wardrobe when we went out, and buying me outfits for me to wear. I had always worn tight stuff that showed skin, so it didn't bother me much, but sometimes he had me in really lacy things, or would put on like almost kids' skirts for me that were too fucking tight. Then when I got my big tits he loved me to show them off. Over time I just got comfortable with it all. Now, it's like, when we go to a bar or something, he'll have me in a thin haltertop with spaghetti straps and no bra, and also in a miniskirt or something with a black lace thong, with 4-inch heels, and it just seems normal to me now. Sometimes guy feel me up at the bar or even pull my shirt down to stare at my tits, and if Dave is around, I don't mind, it makes me laugh and gets me hot.

On our honeymoon in Martinique, the beaches were topless, but they basically were nude beaches -- the women wore tiny thongs that totally showed off their asses. Dave got me this thong that I called the "pussy thong," because the only thing it covered was my pussy. I was all strings and dropped so low, the patch in front covered only my clit and pussylips and basically nothing else. Plus it was so tight, you could see the outline of my cunt. At first, the first day, I was nervous wearing it, but seriously every girl there had the same sort of thing. And, actually, Dave had me spread my legs and arch my back as hot men and women looked at me, and I found I loved the attention. I mean, I'm this tiny Chinese girl getting admired by really hot men and women. The whole week I was showing off my body, it was great.

"Do you like watching your husband fuck other women?"

Definitely, I definitely get off on that. Now, I hate the idea of him cheating on me or sleeping around, and he knows it. But I really do get exciting watching him please another woman, and seeing a girl feel him fuck her. He's pretty good, even if he doesn't look it at first, and women get so turned on when they feel him fucking them over and over and over and over. I kind of secretly feel naughty that, they know I'm married to this hot guy and I get fucked like that at home anytime I want, I like showing him off that way.

But we really haven't done anything much like that since we got married. Dave set up for me to fuck, um, four different women before we got married, when I moved in with him. The first two were hookers, whom we chose online, well whom I kind of chose. Dave just watched me with the first one, I was real nervous and she basically just ate me out and fucked me with a vibrator, until I did her too. Dave helped me fuck the second one. Then for Christmas before we got married, we shared this married woman we met online, she was coming to town for some family reunion but she made an excuse and met us for an afternoon. That was fun. Then I think I mentioned Kristen, the Korean college girl we fucked right before we got married.

After we got married, it was a year before Dave and I fucked another woman. I think Dave didn't want me to think I was just his ticket to fucking around, and to prove that I was the only woman he wanted. So he never tried to set anything up with other women, at least he would be involved. He set me up with some couples that wanted a threesome with another girl, but he never came along for those.

So, it was around our first year anniversary, within a couple of weeks, in May 2004. Ok, the kinda-long story is, we had made arrangements to go out with this couple in our neighborhood. No sex or anything, you know. They said we should go to this dance club near us, Hyperspot. We hadn't been there before. The night before our night-out with Nance and Greg, Dave and I were bored, so we decided to go to Hyperspot just to check it out. It actually wasn't all that great. But we were sitting there and saws these three women, Dave said they had to be lesbians. One was a lot older and uglier than the other two, who were in their 20s or early 30s. The ugly one seemed really sad and the other two were consoling her quite a bit. Dave liked one of the two other women, and bemoaned the fact she was a lesbo so guys couldn't enjoy her too. He was being silly.

But I do give Dave credit, he tries to have fun and not let his inhibitions get in the way. When the ugly girl and the other girl looked like they were going to leave, Dave got the waitress over and ordered a drink for the cute girl. But the waitress took forever and the cute girl looked like she left, so we kind of forgot about it. I wasn't paying attention anymore, anyway. Then all of a sudden she was standing at our table, with her drink, thanking us for it. I slid over for her to sit next to me, but she just sat next to Dave and started talking to us.

Dave told me later than, it was like not more than 10 minutes later, she was holding his dick under the table. Dave told me that, at the time, he actually thought she might not be lesbian but was straight. She was saying her friend had just gotten laid off of work and they were trying to console her. So Dave thought, oops, I was wrong, and now she thinks I'm going to fuck her. At that point, Dave just spat out "my wife" like 10 times in one sentence, pointing at me, trying to tell Mel -- that was her name -- that we were a couple. Dave said, after he did that, she didn't let go of his dick, so he figured she was into something kinky.

I couldn't really hear them talking over the dance music, so I was leaning forward alot, and Mel was looking down my shirt at my cleavage. I was getting really wet, she had bigger tits than me and very long chestnut-brown hair, and big brown eyes. She had full lips with tons of makeup. Dave later told me he liked her of the 3 lesbians (who weren't lesbians), because she was the only one with lipstick. But anyway, as they were talking, I think she said something like, do you and your wife swing? And Dave said not really, but we really are a very, very fun couple. She thought now she had made a mistake, and she laughed, oh I thought you bought me a drink so you and your cute wife could take me home and fuck me together. And then Dave, he's such a clown, got this funny look in his face, and he said, well, yeah that was exactly the reason we bought you a drink!

Then Mel and Dave started making out at the table, right in front of me. I was so turned on. Seriously, I would have cum just from watching her fuck him, it had been a long time since I saw him fuck another pussy. Mel, who's full name is Emerald, told me how hot my husband was, that she loved older men too. Dave told me to tell her exactly what I was thinking -- he knows me so well, I wasn't going to say anything until he told me to. So I leaned forward and told her, actually had to yell it a little over the noise, that I wanted to take her home and watch my husband fuck her brains out. Mel didn't bat an eyelash, it was like she expected me to say that. She goes, and what are you going to do? I said I'd lick her tits and clit. She smiled at me and said, "Let's go then!"

Mel ended up staying over at our house until the next afternoon, until we basically had to get ready for our double-date with Nance and Greg. Mel mostly like getting fucked doggy-style or ass-fucked by Dave while she ate me out, but she was a real good kisser too.

It's really funny, because Dave concluded Mel wasn't a lesbian, but actually she is more gay than he thinks. I never told Dave, because I think he'd be jealous or feel like he should have been there, but I've had a few dates alone with Mel since this past May. Sometimes it was just for coffee or lunch, nothing sexual, but we fucked a few times this fall and winter, like once in October I think and two times in December. Just her and me. I like that she's a lot taller than me and broad-shouldered and wide hips, so she kind of dominates over me like men do, especially when she wears the strap-on. But she makes me cum from just kissing and fingering my clit, and as Dave always said, I love big tits and love sucking her breasts. She says she has a boyfriend and doesn't want to fuck Dave again, but maybe someday we can have a threesome again. Anyway, I feel funny telling Dave that I fucked Mel but he's not invited anymore, so for now, it's just my secret.

"Do you cheat a lot on Dave?"

Well, it's not really cheating, you know. Even if I have sex with someone Dave doesn't know, or go on a date or something and don't tell him, I don't really feel guilty. At least not this past year, since Spring Break. He has always said since we met online about six years ago, that he would never be jealous, and that I could fuck anyone I want, anytime. I never really believed that and would only fuck other men in front of him, even after we were married.

I guess over time, fucking other men Dave sets me up with, gave me the confidence he didn't mind me fucking around. My Spring Break in 2004 got me all wet to fuck around a lot, so I just started hitting on men and fucking them whenever I wanted.

The first guy I seduced by myself, no real help from Dave, was one of my professors. It was a math class last year, my junior year, I was a pretty good student in his class and had this massive crush on the guy, all of the girls did I bet. He was in his late 30s and was British, I loved the accent, and had a pretty fit body. Dave was always encouraging me to seduce him or something. But Dave never met him, and I didn't want to ruin my grades. So near the end of the term, after I got back from my Spring Break in 2004, I had all sorts of self-confidence and was pretty much horny all the time. I didn't tell Dave, but I secretly planned to see if I could get my prof to fuck me.

I waited to the last week of classes, after the last class in fact, and I made an appointment with him really late, like 9pm, at his office, lying that I needed help to prepare for the upcoming final exam. I was pretty straight-As on exams and stuff, so it was pretty much a bullshit excuse. I showed up at his office in like this really tight, sheer white blouse I used to wear, an old shirt from even before I got my big tits a year earlier, so my fake breasts were straining through it. You could see my brown nipples plainly in the thin white fabric. The prof kept staring at them, for like 15 minutes, then he said all of a sudden, "Claudia you shouldn't be wearing that top." So I said, "ok," and I just started to take it off. I had three buttons opened before he said, "What are you doing," but I just removed it completely then I said back, "Do you like my miniskirt or should I take that off too -- maybe you want to approve my thong while you're at it?" I stood up and lifted my mini, bending over with my ass facing him, so show him my red thong and most of my butt. He said something like, that looks pretty good. I was so full of myself, after that Spring Break, that I said back, "so you are telling me this doesn't look better," as I pushed off my skirt and thong together, bending over to show him my ass and pussylips from behind. I swear, within a minute, he was rubbing his cock over my cunt, and we fucked pretty good in his office. Yeah, and I got an "A" on the final -- but I earned it, I swear!

I got home from the Prof's office at like midnight, very horny about the seduction I'd just done. I woke up Dave, showed him my wet pussy and said, "guess who's cum is in me?" Dave guessed correctly, since he knew where I'd gone that night, and it got him so hard knowing his sexy little Chinese wife had just seduced and fucked her college professor. Dave licked my prof's cum out of me, then Dave fucked me too. I love that, when I fuck around Dave fucks me harder.




Meet Claudia, A Real Slut



That night was sort of the night I look back as the beginning of being a total slut. I now seduce and fuck pretty much anyone I want. Usually I tell Dave, especially if I'm still horny, but not every time. I have four boyfriends, regular guys I fuck I mean, and Dave knows about three of them. The other -- well, he's pretty hot, a body-builder, I get so wet and have the best orgasms with him. I fuck him more than anyone, about two or three times a week, always during the daytime. His cock is so big, I cum from trying to squeeze my muscles around it. He's like 6 foot 5, he towers over me, I must look like a rag doll on him. Fuck he rams me so hard! So no, Dave doesn't know about him, he's my secret toy. When I fuck him, it definitely feels like I'm cheating, in a way.

I guess the other time I felt I was "cheating" was this time I made Dave miss this important flight for work, and he doesn't know the reason was that I was getting fucked. I blamed it on my parents, so he hates them even more now than he used to. I was supposed to get to his office, drive him home to get him changed and packed, then off to the airport. Well, I was running around town about to go to his office, honestly, when this really hot guy started hitting on me at the bookstore. It was a fucking hot day out, I was wearing something fucking skimpy, and I could see him checking out my hair and ass and tits. I was thinking, Claudia just get his phone number you have to leave, but he offered to buy me an iced latte. I was like, that won't take long. One thing led to another, we were talking, he was staring at my chest, it was so fucking hot, he invited me back to his apartment to "cool off," and the whole time he was staring at my tits. I just wanted his dick so bad, it was aweful of me. I told myself, just blow him or something and leave. We got back to his apartment and almost as soon as we were in the door, we were making out, and I grabbed his crotch and gave him a blowjob in front of his door. Only, when he came on my face and tits, I didn't get up to leave, he carried me into his bedroom and started eating me. I wanted it so bad -- I just pulled my legs back and begged him to fuck me. When he was hard again, he shoved it in, and I came so fast, and we just kept fucking all afternoon, it was really good sex. I kept watching the clock, I was like 3 hours late but couldn't really stop, he was always cuddling me or kissing me if he wasn't fucking me. By the time Dave realized I wasn't coming to get him, he missed his flight and couldn't get a seat until the next morning. He was so fucking, fucking furious, as you can imagine, because he had to postpone an important meeting at his client. So I just lied, I said my parents were on the phone with me arguing with me to come back to Toronto (as they always do), they hate my lifestyle married to a non-Asian, in America, with a boob job. But they have NO idea, of course, if you get my meaning. I told Dave I couldn't get out of the argument, it was horrible. Dave took my side, swore off ever talking to my parents, and that was that. You know what's really bad? When Dave was out of town the next day, I went back to the guy's apartment, left him a message, and he called me and fucked me the next night. That all ended, when he started calling me telling me he loved me and shit? I told him I was married to a hot-shot lawyer (which is true), so stop bothering me, and he eventually did.

There have been other times I got fucked I didn't tell Dave, but none was as much a blatant lie as that one. Although I don't really regret it, the guy was really good.

I guess other than that, I really don't "cheat," in the way I think about it. But since I fuck a guy just about every day, without Dave present, I suppose I "cheat" all the time, the way normal people would use the term.

"You don't think you're normal?"

Mmm, I think I'm just lucky. I think most women have the fantasies I used to have, about fucking horny men, anytime we want, and also having a loving, caring husband. I just get to have both.

I think people make up their moral and religion to justify their situation, so they don't feel bad. I was raised Catholic. You can't believe the guilt that Chinese women load on top of Catholic guilt, it's almost amazing every Catholic Chinese female doesn't commit suicide by age 10 already. But the morals about, stay true to your man, be monogamous, that sort of stuff, I think it was handed down over the ages to keep women in line, and men too I guess. I don't see anything wrong with living life fully, as long as I'm happy and Dave's happy.

"Who are your boyfriends?"

Right now? Ok, there's Josh, I told him about you, what a stud. Mmm, fuck he's hot. [VIDEO: Claudia spreads her thighs and softly rubs her clitoris with two fingers, as her eyes roll and she thinks about him.] I basically drop everything when he calls, and go fuck him. But he has a fiance, so we don't date at night or on weekends or shit, we just fuck during the daytime when he takes breaks from the gym. He's a personal trainer. I know he fucks other women too, I don't care. Someday we're going to do a threesome with another girl.

Dave knows about the other three. One is married, his name is Mike, I usually fuck him when he comes to our house driving home from work. Dave sometimes has walked in on me fucking Mike, that's really hot when it happens. Dave has never joined us but he'll watch, or sometimes just sit in the other room watching TV until Mike leaves, and I give Dave a description of what Mike did to me.

Ok, then there's Ron. He's divorced, owns a computer or phone company or something like that, so he has lots of free time. He doesn't have a steady girlfriend, or so he says. I fuck him some days when he's free, and sometimes I go on dates with him at night or over weekends. I've gone to bed-and-breakfasts with him, you know, like Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Dave doesn't care, as long as it's not too frequent, like only once every 6 weeks or so. Dave gets so horny when I get home, he loves fucking me knowing that I was fucking Ron all weekend. Since Ron has a lot of cash, he spends pretty good on me; this past Christmas Ron got me nicer stuff than Dave, and that's pretty cool because Dave makes a quarter million himself a year. Ooh, I gave Ron the fuck of his life for a pair of diamond earrings he got me, and that wasn't the only gift. And Dave has seen me fuck Ron on videotape, not in person, not yet at least.

Ok, Ron, Josh, Mike, oh and Robby. [VIDEO: Laughing.] Sometimes I can't keep track of all of them. Robby is 30 and dating some girl who lives in California. He and her met online. Since that's how I met Dave, I think it's sweet that they are trying to make it work. I met Robby online about four months ago, around Halloween. He answered an ad I have for myself, in one of those adult dating-service things, geared to people who want to fuck. He was pretty honest that he has a girlfriend but wanted someone local to fuck. He's smart too, maybe about as smart as Dave, who is basically the smartest person I ever met. Robby uses his tongue VERY well. [VIDEO: Claudia winks at that.] Sometimes I meet him by his office for long lunches, we fuck at a hotel -- on Dave's credit card, of course. Sometimes we go on dates. Robby doesn't know I'm married, he thinks I'm single, which is very cute. I kind of like it that way.

I guess I think of them as my boyfriends because I fuck them all regularly, and talk to them on the phone and by email all the time, and get gifts for birthdays and Christmas and stuff. Dave helped me shop for Ron's and Robby's gifts, actually. But I guess the key is that Dave doesn't watch or participate on my dates or fucking with my four boyfriends. That makes them special to me; I fuck them myself, they are my sex life, not Dave's. But honestly, it is sort of Dave's sex life too, because I usually tell him about the sex, and Dave either jerks off or fucks me hearing all the details.

There are other guys I fuck, or have fucked, the last year, since my Spring Break trip. There was one guy last summer I kind of had a fling with, but he's history now. And besides those guys, Dave has set up some of those dates and has done some threesomes with me too, but none of those really lasted into relationships.

"You mentioned Spring Break a couple of times. What was that about?"

Only about the best week of my life!

Dave was totally behind this, like everything good in my life. I had never really had a spring break for college. My first year, at a university in Toronto, I came to Maryland to be with Dave for spring break. That was 2002. Then, I spent my second year of college here at Maryland, living with Dave. That spring break I had just had my boobjob and didn't make travel plans, basically Dave and I just fucked in our house as he sucked or fucked my new big tits.

So, for last year's [2004] spring break, Dave was encouraging me to go to Florida or something and have a blast. He was too busy with work, and he wasn't going to be able to go with me. I knew a couple of guys in class who were going to drive down to Florida for the week, and when I told Dave that, he almost ordered me to ask them to take me with them. I wasn't really close to them, they are fraternity guys into the party scene and all. That's never been my scene, and since my husband is now 41, it's been a few years since he's been to a college party either.

But I promised Dave I would ask these guys, John and "Rogges," if they had another seat. I promised to pay my own way. I was really nervous asking, it was just before a class, but it turned out they hardly seemed it mattered. They were like, ok sure, no problem.

Dave got me a room at a pretty nice hotel in Panama City, where they were going, which I guess cost a ton because of what week it was. I think he had to pay a real, real, real lot of money for the room, because everything was basically booked. He might have even paid the hotel to cancel someone's reservation or something.

When I told John where I was staying, he was shocked and didn't know I had that kind of money. When I told him I was married, he almost fainted -- that was an even bigger shock.

So it was kind of weird driving down, John sat next to me but hardly touched me or looked at me much. I got the feeling he was trying to protect me from Rogges and their friend, Jason, who did the driving. But stuck in a car for 12 hours with three virile college men, I was never so horny. I was really nervous at first and had my cellphone in my hand, ready to dial Dave at an instant if necessary, but I was really turned on once we were driving a couple of hours. Rogges kept looking back at me from the front passenger seat, making eyes and being really sweet, hitting on me. Jason was a riot and he made me laugh so fucking hard.

In South Carolina, we picked up John's girlfriend Tania, she sat on his lap for the rest of the trip. She was really pretty, a cheerleader-type, brunette, but was kind to me. I was probably my quite self, answering questions but not really talking, and I think Tania thought I was weird or something. But she never said anything mean to me, or about me.

So, okay, we get to Panama City, and the guys are going to some little motel somewhere, and they drop me off at my hotel. I was really nervous now, but since I was horny for Jason and Rogges, I made it clear to them I didn't really have plans that week. Rogges instantly said they'd be by to pick me up for a night on the town. I went up to my motel room and slept. 

Am I going into too much detail about this? Ok, for lunch I had -- just kidding!

Anyway, to cut to it, I let Rogges fuck me that night. In my hotel room. He was pretty cool about it, he had a fit body, decent cock. Fucking younger guys was different than older, mature, married men, but it was fun. I really felt superior, in a way, I think I was hotter in bed than he'd expected, especially because I could swallow cock all the way, balls to my chin, and I loved taking it in the ass. He said he'd never fucked a Chinese girl but would definitely try from now on, if they all fuck as good as me.

Dave had told me to just hang out at the pool at my hotel, and make some friends that way. I didn't believe it would happen, and I expected to spend seven days at the pool by myself. Well, the first day at the pool, I had about six guys ask me for a date, and I also made friends with three Asian girls from Georgia. I was trying out my new skimpy bikini, and Dave was right, men took to it like flies to meat. It showed off my fake tits and nipples, and when I have it on you easily see the shape of my pussylips.

That night I had a dinner date with one of the guys from the pool, and I fucked him in my room. Are you counting? That was two nights, two guys I fucked.

When I talked to Dave the next morning, I almost didn't want to tell him what I slut I had been. But he asked and asked, and eventually I said yeah I had sex with another guy. Dave made me tell him the details, as he listened from work, rubbing his cock through his pants.

The third night, Sunday night, I went out with the girls I'd met, Kaye and Ana. We went to a few bars, and I ended up in a wet t-shirt contest. I didn't win but as soon as I got off the stage, guys were trying to hit on me. I almost picked a guy at random, I don't even remember his name, and yup, I ended up fucking him in my room. Three nights, three different guys.

By now, I was so full of myself. Walking around the pool in my bikini, feeling men stare at me, knowing I could have any one of them, and wanting to, I was having the time of my life. I actually didn't miss Dave, I was enjoying the time to myself.

My days consisted of, hanging by the pool, making friends, agreeing to dates with hot guys, and fucking them. I also liked the wet t-shirt contests because I could show off my fake tits, which weren't as big as other girl's (which is why I never won) but I liked the attention they gave me. I went to three contests, and got picked up by guys each time, and fucked each of them.

One of the guys I fucked was so good that I was still incredibly horny the next day. Instead of relaxing by the pool, I went to the pool on the prowl, and basically flaunted myself at a pack of really tall, hot guys. One of them swallowed the bait, and when I had him rubbing suntan lotion onto my ass about ten minutes later, I knew I was going to have to fuck him really soon. I was so horny and full of myself, as he was fondling my butt, I asked him, did you know I'm married? He laughed but didn't take his hands away. I told him my husband sent me here this week to get laid all the time. He liked the sounds of that. Within like 10 minutes, we were in my room, fucking the rest of the day. I am not kidding, I was naked fucking him probably less than 30 minutes after we first met. It made me so hot, when he finally left my room, I called Dave and bragged to him I seduced and fucked some college stud within a half hour. Dave wanted details, and he and I both masturbated as I told him. That's how hot I was.

The hottest thing all week was my ultimate fantasy come true. Well, one of them anyway. Rogges kept calling me after that first night, but I never made a date with him. Friday, the day before we drove back, he called when I was still in my room. My date from the night before was being a pest, trying to hang around me, so I used the call as an excuse to get him out of my room. That forced me to talk to Rogges, which at the time I didn't want to do, but fucking thank God I did. He said he and a couple of guys were going to different pools to check them out, could I let them into my hotel's pool to see its action that afternoon?

When they came over a little while later, Rogges had his hands all over me, like he was my boyfriend. I resented it at first but saw how his two buddies -- both handsome, chiseled guys -- were eyeing me jealously. So at the pool I let Rogges touch me and even grope me, in front of the other two guys. There were girls with much better bodies and much prettier, in really skimpy bathing suits, all around us, but yet these three guys kept their eyes pretty much glued to me. It made me feel so good.

I said I needed to use the bathroom, and would only use the one in my room upstairs, and I invited anyone else who had to go to use it too. I correctly guessed all three guys would come up to my room with me. I sat on my bed with my legs spread, offering anyone to use the bathroom who had to, I could wait. All the guys were staring at the shape of my pussylips. I was so wet already. I changed the subject and asked Rogges if he'd gotten laid by anyone else that week, and he said a couple of times. He asked me if I'd been laid by anyone else, and I smiled politely and said girls don't fuck 'n tell. The guys were like, tell, tell! Then, just drunk with lust, I said something silly like, I don't like to fuck 'n tell, I just like to fuck. The guys all liked hearing that. Rogges was bragging, you know, saying stuff like, "Yeah you loved it when I fucked you." I was in heat, spreading really wide so my tiny thong was stretched over my wet pussylips, and I was staring at the three hard logs sticking out of the guys' trunks. It was really obvious we were going to have an orgy. The guys were all on the bed now, surrounding me as I laid back and spread wide. I didn't want to wait, so I pulled my bikini top off and asked if I could have help removing my thong. Fuck, I was getting sucked and finger-fucked almost immediately. Soon I was sucking cocks, back and forth, and the orgy began. I had always wanted to try three men at once, and it was amazing! They were really hard for me and I took them one at a time, then two at a time sometimes. The afternoon is still a blur, I just recall being fucked anytime I wanted it for a couple of hours, it was pretty nonstop.

I was so horny after that fucking, I went to the hotel's nightclub by myself that night, my last night in town, and let myself get picked up and fucked. I'd never done that in my entire life, you know, fuck a guy I met at a bar that night. But I felt like the queen of sex, and since it was my last night there, I wanted to try it. The guy I ended up with had a really long, thin cock, I had fun sucking it into the back of my throat and my neck. We had tons of oral sex, and I remember him amazed that I got him to cum five times, or was it six? In the morning I even had the guy help me pack before Rogges and the guys came around to get me.

So that was the incredible spring break, I got laid every night for eight nights in a row, all different guys, plus the pool guy one day and plus Rogges' two friends another day -- eleven guys in all! I loved being a slut, I'd never even dreamed of a week so filled with orgasm and cocks, but I couldn't get enough of them. It turned me into what I am today, a total slut. I admit it, proudly. It's what I love.

I love being the prim, conservative little Chinese girl, whom everything thinks is a librarian or something. When I'm turned loose, I'm a fucking whore, I love cock, and pussies, and I just want to fuck every hot stud in sight. I feel so alive and feminine. I have that Spring Break to thank, mostly, for really turning me loose, even thought Dave had been having me fuck other people long before it.

"How much did you tell Dave about what you did on Spring Break?"

All of it. During phone calls, and when I got back, I told him every moment of it. Lots of times. He loves hearing about it. He wants to set up an orgy with another three guys or more than three, so I can get fucked by a bunch of guys.

 "Do you fuck many couples?"

Not many. I prefer to be the center of attention, except when Dave's around, then I'll get turned on if he fucks another girl with me.




Meet Claudia, A Real Slut



Dave knew I liked fucking girls, or had always wanted to, so almost all of the women I've fucked Dave set up for me. The hookers, the girls online, then couples. Seems it is almost impossible for a couple to use the internet to meet a single woman for a threesome; most girls online are actually guys, or even if they are girls, chicken out before doing it. But conversely, Dave easily found couples who wanted me to join them for threesomes. They never wanted another guy or foursome, and Dave didn't make that a point.

Dave set up internet ads for me, and prowled chatrooms for Maryland-DC-Virginia people, to find suitable couples for me to fuck. That's how he finds most people to fuck me. He's taken dirty pictures of me and uses them to say, here's Claudia, do you want to fuck her? At first that freaked me out, but now, I pretty much let him do whatever he wants.

If he finds a couple that likes me, he would show me their pictures and tell me about them. At first I rejected all of them, I think the whole idea was a little strange -- me doing a threesome but without him present. But I ended up doing three of these dates, all after we were married. I liked couples where the guy is older, like Dave, and the girl closer to my age, although one couple was in their early 30s. They all knew I was married and my husband was approving me doing a threesome with another couple. All of the husbands, however, were paranoid and absolutely did not want another man involved. I think most guys have this fear of being naked with other men, although not all college-aged men on Spring Break seem to suffer from that problem thank God!

One couple, it was a couple Decembers ago, Christmas 2003 or thereabouts, was really erotic. This was the couple in their early 30s, Kim and Rick. After they emailed me seeing my ad, I started an online conversation with them then ended up talking to Kim on the phone a couple of times. They live about 90 minutes from me. She is really sexy, has a sexy voice, and we phone fucked a couple of times. Dave agreed to drive me down to them for a weekend, and I was so wet waiting for it. Rick is a medical student and, in his pictures, had a cock two inches bigger than Dave's. Dave was completely supportive and approving, and in fact more or less ordered me to spend a weekend with them.

To make it really erotic, as we drove up to their house on a Friday afternoon the week before Christmas, after a two-hour drive due to traffic, Dave told me before getting out of the car: "Strip." He was serious. He had me take off my boots, sweater, shirt, bra, jeans, and thong -- then he let me put back on my boots. He had me put on just my coat, which was pretty short and only came halfway down my thighs. When we found Kim's house, I walked up naked except for the coat and boots, as Dave drove away. It was freezing, I was shivering not just from nerves but from the cold, standing in front of their house. I was thinking to myself, what if they aren't who they say they are? What if we have the wrong fucking house even? I didn't even have my cellphone, and Dave wasn't going to be back until Sunday afternoon.

Kim opened the door and fuck, she was prettier than in her pictures. I came in and she said Rick was still in class and would be home in a couple hours. She asked if she could take my coat, and I was already so horny seeing her that I just opened it and handed it to her, with her jaw dropped. "Here," I said, letting her see I was completely nude but for my boots.

Kim was pretty playful, she didn't instantly ravage me, but took me by the hand into her study. She had to log off, she said, as she sat at her computer where she'd been online in chatrooms. She said she was talking to some male friend of hers. I was standing naked slightly behind her, and I watched her type, if you can believe this, "my friend Claudia is here now and she's naked and I'm about to go eat her shaved pussy so I have to go." The male friend instantly wanted details, he wanted pictures, he wanted to listen by phone, but Kim just promised to email him details later. She logged off and even before the computer shut down, she was fingering my pussy and sucking my fake B-cup tits. Rick indeed got home about an hour later, finding us fucking on their sofa, and his cock felt great in my pussy all weekend.

It's empowering to fuck a married man, making him exhilirated and competely satisfied, while his wife watches me. Taking something of hers, in a way. And I love having wives lick their husbands' sperm out of my vagina.

One of the couples I've gone back to fuck. Donna is 29 and her husband Richard is a big, strong black guy in his late 30s or early 40s. She's a busty blonde with a small ass, I'm really jealous of her looks. They have two kids, ages 4 and 1. They drop their kids off at her parents for a night so they can have a "romantic" weekend, which usually consists of other women joining them in bed. I have done that three times with them. Richard is the second black guy I fucked, the first one a guy Dave met online shortly after I moved in with him in 2002. (Dave had a fetish to watch me fuck a black guy, which was the purpose of that 2002 event.)

The thing I like about Richard and Donna is, I'll be riding Richard's really huge, thick black cock while Donna licks my clit. I cum so hard from that. She also loves rubbing her nipples on my clit, which turns me on unlike anything else. The thing about them is, the first night I fucked them, it was awesome and I really loved it. But knowing Richard and Donna do other women, I figured I wasn't anything special, just another good time in bed. But the very next day, Donna called Dave and asked if I could come over again! That made me feel great. Dave had to be "convinced" (his words for stalling) but I've spent the weekend at Donna's four times since. It's always been hot fucking.

"What's the most number of guys you've fucked in one day as a slut?"

Aside from the threesome followed by the one-night stand in Panama City, the answer is three. Oops, no, four.

There was one night -- are we counting 24 hour periods? I fucked Dave at night, probably after midnight, so that's one. The next day, I was fucking horny as usual, because I knew I had a date with my boyfriend Josh, the hot stud personal trainer, after lunch. I was just planning to sleep in and lounge around at home that morning, but my rich boyfriend Ron called and said he had the day free. I said I had afternoon plans but he could stop by whenever. Turns out he was calling from his cellphone in his car and was only two minutes from the house. He'd woken me up, I hadn't showered or anything. So I told him to come up to the master bathroom when he got in the house. He found me naked in the shower. We fucked in the shower then in the bed until about lunch.

Then, yeah, I went over to the gym, with Ron's cum still in my pussy. Josh and I went to his apartment, as usual, which is across the street from the gym. I wouldn't let him eat me at first, because I was afraid he'd taste male cum in me. Instead I just blew him and he boned me.

So, that's one, two and three, Dave, Ron and Josh. That night I was really sore but felt incredibly sexy. I don't fuck two guys the same day very much, maybe only once every month or so. Just doesn't work out that way, and I usually like to save my strength.

Dave is responsible for number four that day. He had secretly lined up a date for me with some guy he met online, which he does time to time. When Dave got home he showed me the guy's picture, and I have to admit, it was what I liked -- tall, big-shouldered, muscular, a guy in his early 40s, still quite fit and manly. Only, I was so sore, but I didn't want to tell Dave what a slut I'd been, and I couldn't disappoint this nice-looking guy who wanted to fuck me. So I let Dave get me dressed like a slut, and Dave drove me to a hotel where I met the guy in the lobby then went up to his room and fucked him. The sex was, eh, take it or leave it. I was pretty sore. He didn't call back either.

I guess that was my slut day, fucking four different men four different times in a 24-hour period.

"What does your husband do when you're out on dates?"

Jerks off mostly, I think. Ha! Seriously, I think he just watched sports, or chats online. He loves that I'm out fucking. He always waits up, if I tell him I probably will be back -- even if it's not until 4am or 5am or something. He gets me dressed for my dates, and when I get home, he always wants to hear the details of the sex. If I'm not too tired, I'll tell him.

I don't think he cheats or goes out. I don't have any reason to think he has a girlfriend or something. Oh, I know he has phone sex a lot with women he meets online, but I don't care about that. And if he's cheating on me, I guess I'll just have to move in with Josh or Ron or something! Ok, that's only sort of funny; no man would treat me like Dave has, letting me be who I really am.

"So you go on dates even when your husband is home?"

Yeah, pretty much, if I want. I don't want it to sound, like, it's every night. Hardly. I go on a date in the night when he's home only once a week, maybe, if that even. My dates normally are during daytime when Dave is at work, or when he travels.

Since he's a lawyer, he travels quite a bit. Sometimes two to four nights in a row, and he usually has business trips two times a month at least. His clients are mostly in the midwest or west coast, so his flights are really long, and he travels the nights before business meetings. So I get lots of nights to go out myself every month. I don't complain, I'm almost never alone those nights.

Actually, it's gotten to the point that I get wet as soon as he tells me there is a possibility he has to go out of town. Like, last month [January 2005], he said he MIGHT have to be in Salt Lake City for two nights. As soon as I hung up the phone with him, I went online and emailed this guy I had met through an online personal ad. He lives about 5 hours away, but is really nice and has a good body. I said I was free for 48 hours, would he drive down and fuck me? He emailed me back an hour later asking for directions. But the next day Dave said the trip was off, and I was so fucking disappointed! I must be the only wife in Maryland who has orgasms when her husband says he has to go out of town.

Dave knows I fuck around when he's gone. There have been times he'd pack a suitcase for a flight, and I'd be standing next to him packing an overnight back for myself. You know, toys, KY jelly, "morning after" shirt. Dave always asks for details, especially if we talk in the morning during his trips. I've even given him descriptions of sex while the guy I fucked was still sleeping in bed upstairs.

A couple of times I've let Dave listen to me fucking while he was out of town. Mike, my married boyfriend, fucked me one late afternoon when Dave was in an airport in Orlando. I screamed and screamed as Mike drilled me while Dave said he was in an airport phone booth listening on his cell, hard as a rock but not doing anything but listening. That call must have lasted 45 or 60 minutes, and Mike was exhausted from it, until Dave's cellphone battery finally wore out. There was another night last year Dave called in from the west coast, it was past midnight our time, I was busy fucking some guy and Dave listened for a while. I forget who it was.

"With all of these experiences, do you still have any fantasies left?"

Actually, yeah, a ton. I mean, I have fucked a ton of guys and a few women, but Dave and I haven't done some of the hottest stuff I really fantasize about.

Like, I have this control fantasy, I get off when people make me wait to fuck or cum. Dave tells me this fantasy of his, which I love and is mine too, that he brings over some really hot stud to fuck me. I get naked for the guy, then at the last moment, the guy and Dave tie me up to a chair. I am naked and can't touch myself. I watch from out of nowhere some really hot foxy girl come into the room, and the stud and Dave gangfuck her in front of me -- for hours. I'd be so turned on, but all tied up. I'd beg them to fuck me too, even long after the stud and Dave have spent themselves multiple times with the slut.

Also, I would love an all-girl fuckfest, like five girls naked. Maybe we could play a game, we get naked then play a porno tape. The first girl to touch herself or another girl is the "loser." She would get tied up as the other girls fuck each other. I'd get off being the girl tied up, I'd probably lose intentionally. After watching all the girls fuck, I'd love to get fucked by them all.

My boyfriend Josh and I have a fantasy that, he comes over to my house while Dave is home, only Dave doesn't know he's there. I pretend to go down to do the laundry or something, only I fuck Josh while Dave is upstairs, then I go back up and Dave doesn't know. Then a little while later I go down to do more laundry again, and Josh fucks me hard again. Like that. Maybe Josh hides in the bathroom as I go into it, right in front of Dave, and Josh fucks me while Dave thinks I'm taking a poop. Fuck, that turns me on.

I also have a secret fantasy of Josh -- wait, Dave won't see this tape right? Fuck I'm dead if he does. My secret fantasy is, Josh and I are in a car crash and lose our memories, we forget Dave and Josh's fiance, and we just think we're supposed to be with each other, and we fuck all the time, just each other, for ever and ever. Isn't that sappy? I don't want to leave Dave, I never would, not for Josh at least. But it's like, we'd be forced into it, we don't have the choice, it just happens then it's ok. That turns me on; sex with Josh every day, every night! Who needs other men if I had that stud all the time. Dang.

Actually, this is a weird one -- now we are not talking fantasies of what I hope to do, but really dark fantasies? I have this fantasy Dave comes home with some really hot replacement for me. White blonde girl, maybe only 19 years old, like I was when I first met Dave in person. Only she's hotter than me, prettier, better body, bigger tits. She sucks and fucks Dave way better than me, and she fucks everyone Dave brings home from her. She even fucks multiple guys every day behind Dave's back. I'm like turned into their sex slave, I have to do whatever Dave or his new girl tell me to do. Whether it's get them off, help them fuck someone else, or offer my pussy to them, whatever they want I do it. And the girl takes my wedding ring, she wears it, she makes me call her names like 'Mistress' and 'Ma'am' when Dave's not around. They sleep in bed together, I sleep on the floor except when they need me. Dave never divorces me or lets me go, but my sex is entirely at the girl's command. Ooh, that's a hot fantasy. I masturbate to it, a lot, and roleplay it online too. Fuck no, I never would tell Dave, he might actually go do it! No, he wouldn't, but still. I even have a name for the girl -- Maureen. I don't know why, I just shiver at the idea of a hot blonde named Maureen who's taken over my life.

Other actual fantasies -- well, I wanna do that spring break thing again, but this time bring along a girl friend with me. I haven't met one who'd do it. I just think it would be awesome for two girls to get a hotel room and go fucking college guys all week long. I'd try to fuck more than just 11, and do more than three at once. Maybe my girl friend and I could get like 10 guys in a room at once one night and just get fucked all night long. Mmm!

And I still would love to see Dave fuck other women, especially younger ones, like just 18 or 19. I would totally get off if he broke the cherry of an 18 year old, like on her 18th birthday. I'd hold her and caress her while he was doing it to her. That would be just awesome. But no, we haven't really looked for that, it's just a fantasy. And I don't know for real, if he broke her cherry and had some blood on his dick and all that, I don't know if I'd be too into it at that point.

"So, name all of the women whom you've fucked girl/girl, without other guys around."

Let's see. Does it count if Dave was watching?

"No, it doesn't count. And it doesn't count if a guy was with you in a threesome but left you alone with the other girl to go to the bathroom or something transitory like that. Who are the women you've been on dates with or met for sex, girl/girl, no guys."

Ok, so the lesbian thing you mean?

Emerald, Mel, I have fucked her three times on "dates." One was for sex, two just turned into sex. I mean, if I met her for coffee again, I guarantee it would turn into sex. It's my turn to call her, shit, talking about her is making me wet to fuck her again.

Kristen, the Asian college girl from Carolina, she and I fucked when Dave was at work, when she came up for a week last summer. Doesn't that count?

I fucked Kim an hour before her husband got home. Does that count?

One day I fucked Donna while her husband had to go work. Of course, I fucked him and Donna the night before, then that night and the next day. Does that count?

"How many women have you fucked, in group sex or otherwise? How many different women?"

Uh, I dunno, about nine or ten maybe. Maybe less. I don't really count.

"Is there any women whom you only fucked in group sex with guys around, not girl/girl, but whom you would love to fuck by yourself without anyone else around for, say, a whole day or weekend? Would Dave help you set it up?"

Gosh. That's a weird question. Um, Donna, maybe? Very sexy blonde, very good at making me cum. And, it's funny, the first girl I ever fucked was a hooker named Charisma. She's still the prettiest girl I ever fucked. She had long, tons of black hair, very curly all the way over her shoulders, and big eyes and full tits. White girl but she had a great tan, all over, she looked like a model. She was great in bed, and I was so nervous. I'd love a chance to fuck her again, just myself.

Actually, the girl Dave is trying to get me to fuck right now is some horny housewife in Virginia he met online a few weeks ago. He says he's phonefucked her, but she won't meet men for sex. Dave says she's bi-curious and would consider meeting a female, so he's trying to set me up with her for an afternoon. I saw her picture, she's really pretty, triangular face, kind of short dark red hair, small body. She's like 35 years old but pretty fit and all. He has fucked me while he and I talk about it, how I'm going to be the first pussy she puts her tongue in, and all that. I'm pretty hot thinking about it now too. [Claudia quickly rubs her wet clitoris.]

"So who was the last guy, and when did it happen, whom you fucked on the first day you met him? Online guys don't count, unless you fucked him in person the first day you met him online."

These are getting weirder! Let's see. First day I met a guy? Hmm. I'm trying to think of when something happened with this guy Kurt, whether it was since August. It was in August I met a guy shopping and fucked him while I made Dave miss his flight, I told you about that already. No, Kurt definitely was in late September, it was a kind of breezy day, so it couldn't have been August or July.

Ok, Kurt I met at the gym. I was going there a ton since summer, every day almost, but kind of stopped in the fall. It's funny, I was getting hit on too much, I think I had a reputation or something. I couldn't really work out, I spent all my time flirting. So one day I'm at the gym early, like 10 a.m., I'm pretty horny and eyeing up the guys I know. The only guy at the gym I regularly fucked was Josh, but I have fucked three other guys over the last year I met there. Kurt was the last one, and I definitely fucked him the very first day I met him. He was totally muscular, with very big shoulders, not as tall as Josh but really awesome dark, deep-set eyes, and long dark hair, very long. I was on the bike I remember when he walked over to the free weights, and I'd never seen him before. His eyes looked over my tits, and lingered, so I knew he liked. I felt flirty and went over to chat with a couple guys I knew, to get to meet him. He was really fucking nice, he looked at me to check me out but didn't treat me like meat. Great voice too, would be great at phonesex. I instantly liked him!




Meet Claudia, A Real Slut



Now, I meet lots of guys I instantly like, but I don't go fucking them right away. Never know who the guy really is, could be a mistake. Someone I know, like husband of a neighbor, or brother or whatever. I like being the quiet, shy Chinese housewife, not the neighborhood slut. So I usually let time pass before I try to fuck a guy. But Kurt had me so wet instantly. He was married and rarely used the gym during daytime, but his wife was on some trip so he had the day to kill. He wasn't looking to get picked up, and actually he thought I was getting pretty lonesome by blatantly hanging all over him. Finally I just told him, you're dreamy and I'm married but don't get enough cock from hubby -- a lie, but it works -- and if he wanted to come to my house and fuck me all afternoon, I wish he would. Kurt was stunned I said it, but he blinked, smiled, grabbed my ass and ground his fantastic cock against my stomach. "Take that as a yes," he said. So we went to my home and he fucked me all afternoon. I called Dave and told him to get home late, past 10 p.m. Dave mockingly asked "why?" and I just said, I'm busy. Dave did ask asked, he got home very late, and meanwhile I kept fucking Kurt until about 8:30. Whenver Dave got home, he found me asleep in bed, I swear, I was so worn out. The next morning, Dave said he found my naked body in messed-up bedsheet damp from sweat and sex, the room smelling like a gym -- it was so sexy, Dave told me, he jerked off standing over me and the bed.

Ok, I just forgot, I did fuck this guy during Christmas shopping season a couple months ago, the day I met him. Only it wasn't so good, which is why I forgot about it. I went to the mall to flirt, I put on a really fucking hot outfit, showed off my tits, lots of cleavage, and extreme short skirt. I could do that in the winter, because I had a big overcoat on, I kept it closed so no one saw what a slutty outfit I had on. Then, in stores or whatever, if I liked a guy, I'd open the coat -- show off my body, for only him to see it. I can do it casually, like I don't realize I'm doing it; but it sure gets men staring at me. They turn into babbling idiots, trying to pick me up. It's fun. So I did it with this guy, he looked kind of cute, but he was shopping alone, which was basically all I needed. When he saw my body, he couldn't take his eyes off of me, and that got me turned on so we chatted. He was single, he said, shopping for his mom and his niece he said, although I guess that sounds like he could have been married. But I was getting more horny and I let him buy me a soda, then we wound up making out in his car while he groped my tits. It was so cold outside, we were steaming the windows, we joked about it. I told him I was married but my husband liked me to fuck around. He didn't believe me at first, so I shoved my wedding ring in his face and said, "there's half the proof, why don't you just take me home and fuck me for the other half?" It wasn't really good sex, honestly; I got his phone number but never called it. I told Dave about it later that evening and Dave gave me a massive, hard fucking, and that kind of clensed me of that guy.

"Before me today, who was the last guy you fucked, other than Dave? Describe it in detail?"

It wasn't Dave anyway. Dave got home at like midnight last night, he was exhausted from working on some brief, we just cuddled and went to sleep. I fucked my boyfriend Mike yesterday afternoon, he got to my house about 4:30pm and left around 5:30 as usual. His wife now thinks traffic adds an hour to Mike's commute, dumb bitch.

It was, like, Mike at his usual. He calls from the car, if he decides he wants to come over. He doesn't come all the time, no more than once a week, but he has to get out of the office early to do it, so it isn't all that common. If he can get out early, and if he thinks he can get away with it, he'll call and ask if I'm "busy." That's his code word for asking, do you want me to come fuck you?

If I say I'm not busy, make me busy, he'll be at my house in like 10 minutes. Yesterday, I never changed from when I woke up, I was still in sweatshirt and sweatpants with panties underneath. So I just took off the sweats when he called and waited for him wearing just panties. Cotton, pink, with lacy trim -- no, not thongs, I do sometimes wear panties not thongs. Ok, rarely though. I was all wet and horny as his car pulled into the driveway, and I opened the door for him and gave him a big smooch as he came into my house.

The last two times he'd been over, Dave ended up coming home before Mike was done fucking me, so Mike asked when I expected Dave home. I said, "Late, really really late," and Mike knew he wouldn't have to share me or be on display. He gets a little inhibited, fucking me in front of my husband. Mike carried me to my bedroom, ate me out, then fucked me. Ok, first he fucked me on top while he played with my tits, then he fucked my doggy. I love screaming for him -- any man -- while getting it doggy.

After he cummed in my pussy and we made out, I started getting him hard again and I rode him. That lasted forever. Finally he did me doggy again and cummed again in my pussy. Then he had to go home to wifey.

Actually, what's really funny is, after Mike left, I was still horny and wanted to tell someone, but not Dave. I got online and emailed this guy I've been phonefucking, I told him Mike came and fucked me. I haven't checked my emails yet to see if he responded.

"Why aren't you in school to finish your degree this year?"

Ah, I might do it next year. I was just bored of school, I like waking up late, fucking guys, staying up late to fuck my husband. Dave doesn't care, he makes enough money for ten of us. So I told him, I want to take a break from school, and he said fine, whatever makes me happy.

"What's your typical day like? As if I can't tell."

Hmm. Week day? Wake up with Dave, if I can. Blow him or fuck him, depending how fast he has to get to work. Sleep in, really late, like until 10 or 11. Play on computer, run errands, go to gym. Fuck in the afternoon, especially Josh. Kind of depends, sometimes I make dates in the morning too, or whatever. Get home, clean house or make supper or fuck Mike, or get ready for a date. Have dinner when Dave gets home, hang with him and fuck him, or play on computer or have phonesex. Or, if I go out, try to get back before morning so I can see Dave -- unless the sex is really good, I might stay for a morning round. [Wink.]

Weekends? We sleep in, that's his only time to sleep in. If he makes a date for me with someone else, it's usually Friday night or Saturday afternoon. When we're together, we do outdoor things, like bike riding, jogging, taking long walks. We are fucking romantic around each other, Dave and I would make you sick. We constantly hold hands, lots of kissing and nose-rubbing, talk in little cutsey words to each other. Our friends think we're pathetic, like school kids. I call Dave my "mugsy," and my "lovestick," and he calls me his "wuggles" or "sweety-ness." No one else has a good nickname for me, except Josh calls me "Cumbucket," which makes me wet to hear it everytime he says it -- even in front of other guys at the gym.

"What's the best pick-up line a guy has ever used on you?"

Actually, it was a guy at the gym. I'd known him for a month or so, just casually. He was sort of cute. One day, he came over to me and said, "Hey, I was just talking to so-and-so and it seems you like getting fucked while your husband is at work. I'm free, want me to fuck you?" I laughed so hard, that was such a good line, can you imagine how he had to work up the courage to say it? But guess what, I had a date with Josh that day, I had to turn him down. I didn't see him again after that, so I think he freaked.

The best line that worked on me was, "I'm the guy who came here to fuck you." Dave whispered it to me walking up behind me, the first time he came to TO to meet me.

 "Best line you've used on a guy?"

I think I told it to you already. "My husband likes me to fuck other guys, want to fuck me?" That seems to work, guys don't argue.

"Was there ever a time Dave was mad you fucked someone?"

Hah. His friend Shawn, in the car -- Dave later said he just thought I'd give Shawn a blowjob, he didn't really want to have his best buddy turn into his wife's fuckbuddy. Oh well, too late now.

Actually, I guess the one time Dave was really mad at me fucking -- that is, when he knew that's what I was doing -- was one day he and I had to go to some law firm event. He came home early, we had to get dressed in fancy clothing and get there by 7 pm. He got home at 5, a little late, and found me still in bed with my boyfriend Mike. Obviously, I was naked, sweaty, messy, and still fucking. Dave was furious that I couldn't this one time do what I needed to do for him, we needed to leave by 5:15 or 5:30 at the very latest. So while Dave showered and changed into a tux, I kept fucking Mike on the bed, I remember we were doing it doggy-style so we could both watch Dave fume. I was upset at myself, but Mike was getting a kick out of it, Dave very pointedly said he wasn't made at Mike, didn't blame him, and Mike should finish what he wanted. I had one serious fucking that day, in my ass too. Mike was taking his time, the one time he ever showed off in front of Dave. Finally Mike left, and Dave barely said a word to me while I quickly showered, did my hair, got dressed, so forth. We were like 90 minutes late. But, as mad as Dave was, the sex that night with him was animal.

"Has Dave ever made you fuck someone you didn't want to fuck?"

Only once. He set me up on a date with some business man travelling through the city, Dave dressed me in a skimpy dress and sent me to a downtown hotel. Only the guy ended up being really gruesome -- fat, kind of smelly. He was nice, but I wasn't turned on. Dave didn't really check him out, got duped with fake photos or something. I sat through dinner with this guy's hand on my thigh, wondering what the fuck am I going to do. So I got drunk, had three shots -- for me, at my weight, that's killer -- and dutifully spread for the guy in his hotel room. Actually, don't let Dave know, he had a fat cock and it felt really good when I cummed around it. As far as Dave knows, it was disgusting, I never kissed the guy, I was out of there after he had two orgasms. All that's true, only, I had about 20 orgasms.

"Who was the very first guy Dave made you fuck?"

Gosh, the start of it all, huh? It was my first year of college, in Toronto, Dave was coming up for this third visit to see me. It was like February, maybe January. This would have been in 2002. The first two trips to see me, Dave just fucked me himself. But for a long time online and on the phone, we'd talked about Dave's fetish to have a girlfriend who fucks other men. I loved the idea and we used to get off to it all the time together, but we never did anything about it.

Dave asked me, before his third trip, if I would agree to do a threesome if he found a suitable guy in the Toronto area. I was so in love with Dave and loved the idea, if he proposed it, I was not going to disagree. I wasn't really sure it would happen anyway, you know, it sounded "like a plan" but nothing more.

So Dave came out Saturday morning, we spent the day together but he didn't try to get me naked. Towards dinner time, he said he had a present for me. It was lingerie, a very slutty black camisole held up by one tie in front of my shoulders, plus a black thong and black thigh-high stockings. I put it on for him and he gave me another gift, an evening dress. I was a girl in love, these were precious to me, but I didn't quite know why. Then he kissed me, when I was dressed, and he whispered, tonight you're going to fuck another man too besides me, how does that make you feel? I think my response was to kiss him, basically, I don't know what words I said.

At dinner we met this guy George, who was French-Canadian from Montreal but currently living in TO. George was late 20s, pretty long dark hair, slight unkept beard, square jaw, steely blue eyes, soft accent -- in a word, a dream. Dave found him online, exchanged pictures (including me), set out what he wanted. George, I think, was bisexual, but that wasn't part of Dave's intention.

I was so fucking nervous. Hardly talked at dinner, squeezed Dave's hand the whole time. I couldn't take my eyes off of George's pretty face, and he was looking me over all the time. It made me feel dirty, knowing this man looked at me because he thought I would fuck him. At first, I hated that feeling. Then, I realized I actually hated feeling that hatred -- I wanted to feel it was ok. Dave said it was, he set this up, and I really liked the idea of fucking two men at once. It was always a huge fantasy of mine.

I relaxed by after dinner, and we three went walking downtown to the riverfront, to kill some time. I was on Dave's arm, but eventually I was between them, with George's hand on the small of my back. Around 9 we had a table at a very exclusive dance club, with a huge band and all, and Dave and George took turns dancing with me. You have to picture this, I was still only 19, had fucked only one man (Dave), and was with two sexy, dashing older men who were treating me like a princess, one of them being the man I was in love with. I was soaking my new thongs, I was so wet. I could hardly dance, by the end.

During dances with George, he started flirting with me. Whispering in my ear, pressing his crotch against me, fondling my ass. I'm really tiny, you know, 5 foot oh, so he had to really bend down. But it got me so hot. Dave watched all of this, smiling.

We walked back to Dave's hotel, and all the ride up the escalator I thought I was going to puke from nerves. I had no idea what to expect in the room, what would be expected of me or what I was supposed to do. I was really horny, but far more scared. I worried that Dave wouldn't like seeing me lust for another man; would he leave me forever? What if I wasn't good enough for two men?

But in the hotel room, Dave had to go use the potty, and George swept me up and put me on his lap and started kissing me. It felt really natural, and his hands were all over my flat chest through my clothing. I lost myself in the kiss, not realizing Dave had now sat down next to me, and was helping George remove my dress. Next thing I know, I was standing in front of both men wearing just the camisole and thong and stockings, with George admiring me.

I didn't have to do any thinking. They put my on my knees and took out their cocks, and made me suck them back and forth. Smelling two hard, pulsing cocks was the most incredible thing ever, sexually or otherwise. I held them and went at them ferociously, sucking them both as hard as Dave had taught me to suck his dick. I'd done enough cybersex and phone sex with other men, too, to have an idea what to do.

It's been 3 years since that event, so I don't recall every detail after we moved to the bed. But I kept sucking cocks while they stripped nude, then they got me naked. George licked me while I sucked Dave, and that's when I realized how multiorgasmic I am. The first couple times Dave fucked me in TO, I was so nervous I had only a couple of orgasms each time. With Dave's cock in my mouth and George's tongue on me, I had like four or five cums, really fast. I was out of breath, screaming, shocked at how horny I was. George began fucking me while I kept sucking Dave, and the sex just continued as I had way more cums.

George stayed to morning and I got to fuck him in the morning too, with Dave there.

There is more to this story, too. Dave went back to Maryland, but he asked me if I wanted George to have my phone number. I wasn't sure why my boyfriend wanted another man to have my number, but after a couple weeks of thinking about it, Dave convinced me he wasn't jealous. Dave wasn't there to fuck me, might as well have another man do it. So I relented, and got a call from George about a week later, this is like a month after I fucked him and Dave. George wasn't pushy and wasn't really looking for a date, and we had a couple of phone calls where he didn't even ask me out. Dave in the meantime was like, what's wrong with you, go ahead and fuck him if you want! The slut in me fantasized about George, I often masturbated dreaming about fucking him again, without Dave around. I was reluctant to give into it, and George wasn't pushing me, just Dave. So like in the third or fourth phone call with George, this is nearly the end of the school year when I moved out to be with Dave, I finally said to George, "I'm leaving for America soon, if you wanna go out with me again you better do it this weekend." George laughed and agreed, and that weekend I slept with George. It was awkward and made me nervous inside, wondering if I was making a long-term mistake by doing it, but for that night it felt incredible. He was way more loving and romantic than he'd been in the hotel room. Lots of kissing and caressing. I mostly lied on my back that night, pulling my legs back, as he did me several times. That was the last time I saw George, I still remember him fondly.

And the next day proved to me the strength of Dave's love for me. Dave called me in the afternoon, assuming I had been with George into the morning. Dave was right. Dave asked right away something very pointed, like, "So Claudia, did you fuck him?" And I recall my response was not what I planned. Instead of denying it, or just outright admitting it, I must have made some kind of noise and I paused, or something, and Dave knew. So he right away asked another question: "How many orgasms did you have, and did he have?" And I just blurted out something accurate like, "25 and 4," which would have been close, amazed that I answered so truthfully. Dave immediately wanted to hear all the details as he jerked off on the phone, and he said he couldn't wait to see me in a couple of weeks when he came out to help me move to Maryland.

And yes, I'd fuck George again in a second if I could, he was sweet.

"So now tell me about the first girl you fucked, what happened there?"

That was the hooker, Charisma. I told Dave I had fantasies about fucking another girl, and Dave definitely wanted to be there for it. As soon as I moved in with him in Maryland in May 2002, he began trying to set up a threeway, or at least to find a girl to fuck me. He was having trouble finding a girl online to do it, so he asked me if I would let him hire a hot hooker to fuck me. I immediately hated the idea. But I have to say, I always inwardly had this fantasy about a hooker's life -- only, I'd want to choose my clients, you know, say no to someone. But the idea of being paid to fuck hot men, I like that idea. So Dave showed me websites of hookers (you know, "escorts"). He had a few he liked, but asked who I would fuck, if I could.

Charisma was like my first choice, going through the webpages. Like I said, she was white, tanned, shapely, really busty, long legs, long hair, kind of a wonder-woman figure if you know what I mean. In her late 20s. It seemed really fucking expensive, like $400 or something an hour I think, but Dave had enough money and he didn't care. I watched him email her, then I was there when she called him about two hours later. It was pretty up-front, Dave said, I need a sexy escort for my girlfriend (or maybe fiance, not sure if we had done the proposal thing at that time), it'll be her first female, ah, date, and Dave would be present but not participating. Negotiations about rate, time, date, you know, very business-like. Not sexy at all.

So the appointed hour, we met my first female lover in a bar near a hotel, where Dave had gotten us a room. Dave was kind of nervous himself, he told me he'd never been with a hooker before and his anxiety proved his honesty. Charisma was charming, she had a little southern accent, and she seemed genuinely intrigued that I was Chinese-Canadian. She asked lots of questions about Toronto and stuff, she'd heard about the city and all you know. (It is, actually, a great city.)