Let me tell you just a little about me - Melissa Brown - age 26. Married to Tim now for almost five years. We had a beautiful wedding, I wore white - and I had every right to I was a virgin. Even while we were dating, Tim and I never whent the whole way - which was tough let me tell you - and we almost got very close.
Tim and I met at college. I'd had a few boyfriends before him, but not many. I was very quiet, had a very small circle of friends - and was content to have a quiet life. I was training to be an accountant - and if you picture the stereotypical view of an accountant - I would fit right in!
Tim was also stuyding to be an accountant. I liked Tim the moment I saw him, quite tall and athletic, not as nerdy as most of the guys in the class. And he had a great sense of humour too. Nothing outrageous, not the telling jokes kind - but just the occasional one liners that hinted at a great personality - if only he could get over a fairly low self esteem.
We dated for about two years, content for the first few months of courship just to hold hands, and kiss our goodnights. When we knew that something special was happening we made a pact - that sex would not cloud our objectivity of the relationship. As I say, we came close to breaking that. Fumblings in the back seat of Tims car - very heavy pashing - tongues and hands exploring - but never anything approaching intercourse.
In the summer of 1996 - mid January - we were married at a small Anglican church nestled in the Blue Mountains. Our first night of honeymoon was in a hotel not far from the church - a big secret to all our friends and family - we did not want any pranks to disturb us.
We were both nervous that first night, but our lovemaking was slow and gentle, unhurried at first, but after penetration frantic and quick. We were both learning and the next few months proved to be an education for us. We were both open to all the possibilities of making each other feel good. Our lovemaking was good for both of us - I enjoy orgasms almost all the time - except when we have "quickies" - which I love as well - even if I don't achive O.
So, you're asking yourself, why do I call myself a slut. It all happened two years ago - September 1998 - I can remember it well.....
My left hand lightly held his throbbing, swollen cock between thumb and forefinger, it looked so big this close, but was probably only about six to six and a half inches in length and moderately thick, the circumcised head was almost purple, and glistened with the first pre cum fluid oozing slowly from the slit in its centre, all in all a delightful, delicious cock just begging to be licked and sucked, and that's just what I was meant to do.
I turned my head sideways and glanced across the room, a few yards away in the large arm chair sat my husband, Tim, his eyes bright, a grin stretching from ear to ear. He was naked too, and his cock was rock hard, jutting firmly into the air as his hand slowly stroked it as he eagerly watched me.
The evening after the seminar, after Tim and I had made love, I asked him what his fantasy was. Tim had blushed a deep scarlet, and said nothing. I said I would share mine with him on the condition he told me his and be honest about it. He agreed.
I was nervous about telling him - to open up what had been a secret of mine for many years - a fantasy I didn't entertain much, because it was unlikely to happen, but when my mind did wander and rest on this particular theme, it never failed to arouse me. It was quite simple - I desired to make love to another woman - just to know what it felt like.
I'm not sure what I thought Tim's reaction was going to be, but even as I mentioned why it was a fantasy I felt his cock, which was now limp after our sex play, twitched involunatily. I looked up at him, he blushed again
"Jeez, Mel" he stammered " You're kidding! Thats awesome - do you know how many guys have that fantasy to see their wives make it with another girl?"
"So you mean that's your fantasy too?" I asked, smiling at the thought of us sharing the same fanstasy.
" God, yeah - that and...." he started to blush again " That and seeing you fuck another guy. "
It was my turn to blush now. For two reasons. In all the time I had known him I had never heard him use the the word "Fuck". Its effect on me was starnge - I wasn't annoyed or disgusted, I was thrilled - it was naughty, forbidden. The second thing my mind was grasping was the thought of making love to another guy.
Of course I liked looking at guys - cute guys, with nice butts - but I'd never remotely considered having sex with another man other than my husband. I was silent. " Do I disgust you, Mel?" Tim started to apologise. My response to him was to kiss him lightly on the lips. "No, " I said " I'm not sure what my reaction is to it.. but I don't think it is disgust"
Of course, we never actually acted on those shared fantasies - casually mentioned them occasionally to add a little spice. But we were adventurous and unpredicatable in our lovemaking - we enjoyed nights of wild passion and evenings of romantic bliss. Indulging in anything extra was just not something we needed to explore.
But that night, things were going to change. In my whole life no other man had ever seen me naked - until that night; I'd never seen another man naked and aroused - until that night; I'd certainly never touched and fondled another man's cock - until that night. To this day I'm not sure what actuallu possed me to indulge in one of my husbands fantasies: maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact that Martin, Tims' Boss was quite a hunk, maybe it was because I knew that his boss thought I was the most gorgeous, sexy woman he'd ever laid eyes on, which of course I found totally flattering. Nothing really could explain why I was kneeling in front of his boss about to take his cock into my mouth, it just seemed to happen! A few before that night, Tim had confided in me that the company was in a financial trouble and there was talk of possible redundancies. His boss, Martin, was really down in the dumps about it, so he didn't think I'd mind if he invited Martin over for dinner one night to cheer him up. I'd met Martin a few times and quite liked him, so immediately said yes and asked if he'd be bringing his wife along, that's when I found out that Martin's depression was not just about the business, but also about his marriage that had gone on the rocks some months ago, so I felt an immediate sympathy and determined to make the evening as pleasant as possible. I prepared quite a sumptuous meal, and dressed as if we were going out, a fact that both Tim and Martin commented on in a complimentary manner, in fact both had difficulty keeping their eyes off me throughout the whole meal! It could have been the bright red dress I was wearing, or the fact that it had quite a low neckline that revealed quite a bit of breast every time I leaned forward!
After the meal was over, we retired to the front room. The wine that had accompanied the meal was doing a good job of giving me a light buzz and the three of us chatted without fear. Tim, who often was quite shy around others, was very relaxed - and Martin was cracking jokes and it seemed, had put to the back of his mind the possibility of divorce and redundancy. I could see Martin was distracted by me - and rather than being annoyed I actually was beginning to like the attention. I decided a little more wine and a little music was in order and as I got up from the couch and moved over to the CD player, I could feel both Tim and Martin appraising me. I flirted just a little.
"So, anyone like to dance?" I asked. Leading question, I fell right into my own trap. I had figured that Martin might want to dance a little - but I hadn't expected it to be Tim that would answer me first
"I don't know about Martin" my husband said "But I'd much rather you danced for us".
I glanced over at Martin and he was grinning and nodding like a Cheshire cat, I spun around, allowing my short skirt to ride up my thighs a little. I was enjoying this flirting, I was enjoying the attention of both guys. I was vaguely aware I was about to tread onto new territory here. I knew of Tims fantasies - I figured that this might be the time I could help fulfil them - with everything nice and relaxed. I gave them both a saucy grin,
"and what kind of dance would you like me to perform?" I asked coyly.
Tim glanced over at Martin and I saw his tongue slip out momentarily and brush over his lips, Martin was just staring wide eyed at me, then Tim looked back at me and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree "A striptease dance" he finally blurted out, and I saw Martin jerk with shock, and his eyes almost pop out.
I reacted too, but not in the way I thought I would - or thought I should! - it was like Tim's words set off a fire inside me that raced to every part of my body, especially my pussy and my breasts! my nipples instantly hardened and threatened to burst through my bra and my dress, and Tim was quick to see that, and he grinned a knowing grin. "Tim" I said in the best shocked voice I could find "what a terrible thing to say, you don't really want me to strip, you're just embarrassing Martin totally"
I was letting him know that here was the line between reality and fantasy. He could back out now, so could I and we could just have a laugh about it later. But I knew, right then, that if he wanted it - then I would make love with his boss and let him watch. My whole body was tingling with the excitement.
"Go on Mel, I think we'd both enjoy it. Wouldn't we Martin?" tim asked his boss.
"Oh no," said Martin "I mean yes... I mean", his voice faltered into silence, and I heard a slight chuckle from Tim, but I concentrated on Martin, looking wide eyed at him
"You don't mean, you'd like me to do a strip tease, do you?" I asked, trying to maintain the shocked tone, but finding the excitement building in me like crazy, a whole series of different reds and purples seemed to fight for possession of Martin's face, and he gulped like a drowning fish, then with a deep groan and downcast eyes he almost whispered "Yes! yes! I'd love to see you strip!"
"Martin" I gasped "look at me, you don't really mean that, do you?" I wasn't sure why I was being so mean - part of me enjoyed toying with him - he had been so confident earlier in the evening. This man who made mulit-million dollar descisions for his company was now unable to say what he really wanted. It seemed an absolute age that we all remained in a frozen tableau, then Martin slowly raised his head and with an almost miserable look on his face said "Yes, Melissa, I do mean it, I'd really love to see you strip, you're just so beautiful and sexy"
Well, what woman could possibly resist compliments like that! without a word I turned and walked back to the stereo and selected a nice slow, sensual piece of music - Marvin Gayes "Sexual Healing". As the music filled the room I began to move slowly and sensuously back across the room to the two men. I had done private strip teases for Tim before that always seemed to get him as hot as a pistol, so I had no problems with the actual dance or the removal of my clothes in a way designed to arouse, the only problem was the realization that another man was present, that the strip might have the same effect on Martin as it had on Tim, but instead of finding that a problem or a worry, I found it a challenge, I found myself wanting to have that effect on Martin, I found myself wanting to turn him on! Part of me was so shocked that I was actually going through with this shocked at was the realization that a man other than Tim was going to see me naked for the first time, but it was a shock of excitement! so I danced, and as I danced and swayed in front of the two men I slowly began to remove my clothes.
It didn't take long to see the effect I was having on both of them, their eyes avidly followed every move I made, they groaned as each article of clothing was cast aside, and the bulge in their pants became almost tent like! Martin literally drooled when my bra slipped away and he caught sight of my ripe, firm breasts for the first time, and he almost had a heart attack when I moved forward and leaned down to almost brush my nipples across his face! I was driving both of them wild - and I was loving it! Then I was down to just my brief panties, and I began to ease them down over my hips, then suddenly stopped
"No, not yet" I said, and I heard the dual groan, "First I want you both to take off your clothes, I want to see if I've pleased you", there was a stunned silence as they both stared at me and then at each other, then Tim grinned "Better do as she says, Martin, when she's in a mood like this anything can happen!",
I guess you could have taken that comment in a lot of different ways, but it didn't matter, because they both began frantically to get out of their clothes until I had two completely naked men in front of me, naked and decidedly aroused!! Of course I'd seen Tim in this state many, many times before, so I didn't spend much time looking at his gorgeous cock, instead I focussed on Martin's. Wow, it was so exciting seeing another hard cock for the first time, and I drank it all in, it's length, it's thickness, it's shape, everything, but most exciting of all was knowing that it was rock hard for me!
I danced away, then back, easing my fingers inside the waist band of my panties and slowly easing them down, then I stopped again, and shook my head, bringing another groan from both men, then I moved over to Martin and turned around so my ass was almost in his face, then glanced over my shoulders and gestured to my panties, inviting him to pull them down. He reached out, but didn't immediately grab the panties, instead, he brushed his hands lightly over my ass cheeks, stroking and fondling them, and my ass seemed to have a life of its own as it pressed back into his hands. A quick glance over at Tim and he was grinning, oh yes this was what he'd wanted, another man's hands fondling his wife's sexy body!
Then Martin eased the panties down and they dropped at my feet, but in stepping out of them I spread my legs quite wide, and his hand immediately slipped between my legs and brushed against my sopping wet pussy, sending a shudder right through my body, I wasn't in any doubt now, Martin wasn't in any doubt now and Tim wasn't in any doubt now, I was every bit as aroused and excited as they were, and the fact that there were no clothes left wasn't going to bring the dance to a halt. I pulled away and twisted around, grabbing Martin's hands and pulling him to his feet, then dropped to my knees in front of him.
Martin's beautiful cock inches from my mouth, I glanced over at Tim and saw the approval in his eyes, an approval that suddenly didn't matter, nothing mattered except the realization that I was doing this for me! that I actually wanted to suck and fuck Martin! but because I knew it had been such a fantasy for Tim for so long, I stared deep into his eyes as I ran my tongue up and down the underside of Martin's cock for the first time, seeing the hotness flare in them, seeing his hand really start to pump his cock, then I turned away, turned directly to Martin and slid my mouth as far down the length of his cock as I could, sucking hard, feeling him jerk and shudder as his knees almost collapsed under him, Mmmm it tasted so good, and felt so good as I licked and sucked on his hot dick.
"Not this time" he said hoarsely " I want to be inside you, I want to fuck your hot, juicy pussy, I want to shoot my first load deep into your pussy"
There wasn't any thought, there wasn't any doubts in me, I knew I wanted his cock inside me, it was all that mattered at that moment, so I allowed myself to slump backwards onto the floor, and Martin followed me down, down between my legs, his rock hard cock aimed unerringly at my eager pussy. It was like we both knew the exact position to be in as he lunged forward and his cock slammed deep into me, oh god, that felt so good, so big, so thick and so damned hot! there was no finesse this first time, just an almost desperate need in both of us, as he rammed and rammed his hard dick into me.
Perhaps there was an excuse in Martin's case if he'd been without a woman since his marriage break up, but I was still happily married, still getting a lot of really good sex, so why was I acting so desperate? perhaps it was the fact that this was only the second cock I'd ever experienced, perhaps it was the added excitement of knowing my husband was watching, perhaps it was just the fact that I was finally admitting that I was an incredibly horny, hungry woman! whatever it was, I was every bit as eager and active as Martin himself, lifting myself up to meet his thrusting cock, twisting and turning, gripping his cock tight with the walls of my pussy, milking him as hard as I could, and all the time I was yelling encouragement "Yes Martin , fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, cum on, cum on, juice me, juice me!"
Then Martin was exploding, with a yell that may well have woken the neighbors for streets around, he lunged forward, impaling me on the carpet as his cock shot its hot juices deep into my pussy, and my scream mixed with his as I started to explode too. Every spurt of Martin's cum seemed to cause another explosion deep in my pussy, and as I'd realized earlier, he had quite a sack full of cum to deposit eagerly into my pussy! so he kept on plunging and spurting and I kept on cumming and cumming, until finally his cock began to soften and slip from my pussy, I clutched at his naked buttocks, holding him inside me as long as possible, I was afucking bitch in heat - in love with man that had fucked me so hard and so good, my longing for him now so clear in my own heart.
"Oh Martin, Martin" I whispered into his ear, so low that Tim couldn't hear "Such a beautiful, beautiful fuck, such a beautiful, beautiful cock, I want you inside me again and again and again, please!"
He groaned, "Oh yes Trish, this is only the start, the first of many, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, since the first time I laid eyes on you, but Tim?"
At that we both turned to look at Tim, he was easing himself out of his chair and moving towards us, his cock still rock hard, but red from his own ministrations, and he looked down at us and grinned "is there room for one more?" he asked. The magic spell that Martin had created around us was broken - reality started to reveal itself. I reached up and took hold of my husbands cock and grinned, "there's always room for this!" and as Martin slid from my body, Tim took his place and slid his hard cock into my incredibly juiced up pussy. Martin looked on grinning and occasionally playing with my breasts, Tim fucked me like he'd never fucked me before! and I reacted like I'd never reacted before! and when he'd shot his hot load into me and blown me off the planet a couple of times, it was time to finish what I'd started earlier and finally taste some of Martin's delightful cum juice!
And that was how it started - my slide into being a slut. Since that night there's been no more talk of company redundancies (I wonder if that was just a ruse?), but Martin has become a regular visitor, sometimes when Tim is there and sometimes when he's not! either way I've really discovered an unexpected appetite for sex!
But as you will read in later chapters I've had a tough time staying faithful to just Tim and Martin, where will it all endthe question now is, can I control it? or will I soon be looking for even more? or something different? who knows, but for now I'm being fucked real good! and real often! and loving it!