Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, True Story, Cheating, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The story of a wife and mother and how she slides into slutdom.



Note from Just Plain Bob Ñ I did not write this story, I merely copied it. Some time ago I received an email from Christina telling me how much she liked one of my stories. A week later she sent me an email commenting on another story of mine. Then she said that she wished she could write:

"I've turned into one of your slut wives. If I could write I could probably make a story out of how I became what my hubby calls a 'hot wife."

I emailed her back and told her to send me the particulars and I would write her story for her. She did and I saw immediately that while she didn't think she could write she was wrong. Her story follows almost exactly as I received it. The only changes I made were to remove a few things that might have identified her if someone she knows were to read the story.

Her story did inspire me to write one of my own called "Pillow Talk" and hopefully I will post it soon.

So, without further ado and in her own words I give you the story of Christina's trip toward becoming a slut wife.


From: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx@yahoo.com

To: Just Plain Bob

Sent: Wednesday, March 08, 2006 5:08 PM

Subject: My notes

Here's what I got together It covers the last year. I hope this helps you.

I'm not a writer, so please be patient while reading it.

For years and years my husband has been addicted to "hot wife" or "slut wife" stories and his habit is to print out the ones he likes and leave them on my pillow for me to find after I've put the kids to bed and get ready for bed myself. I have to say that it has been a pretty successful strategy for him. It's not a guaranteed thing, but at least it gets the conversation started. So, over the years I've read many, many stories and, yes, since my husband picks them only 99.8% of them have been about hot wives.

Me? I'm coming up on 33, stunningly beautiful, built like a Victoria's Secret model, awesomely intelligent, and so sexy the Kennedy boys would have dropped Marilyn Monroe for me in a flash. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Also I'm a wife (over ten loving years), a mom and a career woman.

If my husband will settle for just hearing about fantasy infidelities then I can accommodate him that way, but you would have to say that it is a little strange. He said he would never ask me if what I tell is true or made up.

My hubby's problem is that I'm NOT a slut (at least not with anyone else). He has been trying to get me over to the "dark side" for years. As I said, if he reads a story about a cheating wife or, even better, watching a cheating wife with several men, I guarantee I'll find a copy on my pillow. How subtle, but he does score high marks for effort and perseverance. But other than refusing to sleep (well, not "sleep") with ten studs while he watches he has no complaints in the sex department. Believe it or not, the above scenario (or thousands of variations) has been his burning desire since our honeymoon when he begged me to bed a bartender who took a shine to me while we stayed at the resort. I politely declined.

After our honeymoon hubby showed photos of me in a tiny honeymoon bikini to all of his friends and co-workers. Hubby couldn't keep them to himself as I had begged him to and it made some social occasions a tad uncomfortable for me for a while after they had been passed around. Since then I avoid him like the plague whenever I see him with our digital camera. Lord knows they would be out on the Internet in seconds. Photos on the Internet is exactly why I won't pose for my husband when he begs. After I found out he had shared our honeymoon photos I knew he would do it again at the drop of a hat and of that I am absolutely sure. I understand and I am flattered. It's not every over thirty wife who has a husband as proud as he is about my appearance and sexuality. I would probably pose for all the naughty photos he wanted Ñ IF Ñ he would promise me that he would keep them for his own enjoyment Ñ something he refuses to do.

Often when we go out I do dress a little more sexy for him, and I do enjoy his obvious appreciation of the way men look at me. I am not totally heartless to him. Understand, it DOES feel good to turn a man's head at the mall or a PTA meeting. And I do understand the "Trophy Wife" attitude. I understand, it IS a very male thing, but what about the next step, where the husband not only wants to show his wife off, but share her? With the trophy wife he is saying, "See what I have and that you don't (or can't) have?" But when he shares her they can and do have her. She has suddenly become accessible and is no longer held high as a trophy. That's where I get confused. Is it because the husband "is giving his permission" to the other men? Or is it that the wife will do whatever the husband says and therefore he shows his mastery over her?

I thought for sure that my hubby would be like some of the husbands we read about Ñ wanting it and wanting it, but being very upset if he ever got it. However, hubby proved me wrong.

Over a year ago I had to go to a weeklong training/conference session. When I got home Gary quizzed me on if anything happened. I said "no" but I said it intentionally in a way that kept him pestering me. Finally I "broke down (even crying)" and admitted that I'd had too much to drink the last night and wound up in a man's room doing the dirty. I begged his forgiveness and he THANKED ME! He said he was sorry that he wasn't able to watch me, but he wanted to know everything. I made up a story of me and this guy having outrageous sex. Hubby became insatiable! He couldn't keep his hands off of me and for the next three days we had sex almost non-stop and everywhere in the house. If we would have had a chandelier I'm sure that Gary would have found some way for us to have had sex swinging from it. On the forth day I confessed that nothing had happened and that I had made the whole thing up and he refused to believe me. After a week or so I THINK I got him to believe nothing happened (it didn't), but he often asks me to tell him about that wild nigh. I do and I admit it certainly heightens his enjoyment (which cranks up mine). Still, he really surprised me with his easy acceptance of my story being true so I decided from time to time to make up other stories for him.

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE LAST YEAR (if it isn't here it didn't happen)

2005 Ñ March

The company I work for had a large and very nice awards dinner and I had a delightful night out and a fairly exhausting week afterwards. Hubby doesn't like those kinds of affairs so he usually won't go with me to them. He says that his staying home keeps us from having to pay for a baby sitter, but I finally figured out the real reason. He wants to give me the chance to play and he is afraid that if he is there I won't.

The awards dinner was very nice, held in a private room at an upscale hotel. It ended at 10 PM, far too early for me to go home to stage my planned "affair." I joined two other married women from my company and we went into the hotel's lounge. It was fairly crowded and we were asked to dance, several times, and we did. A little after 11 PM my friends said they were leaving Ñ still too early to go home for my plan, but I didn't want my friends to think I wanted to stay and get "picked up" so I walked out to the parking lot with them. When their cars left, I went back inside.

I sat at the bar alone, something that I had not done in years and years. It was a little exciting to be there. I nursed a drink and danced with two nice gentlemen and then I moved to a table to sit with one of them. His name was John and I told him that I was married and was enjoying a rare night out and was only interested in a friendly drink, some pleasant company and some dancing. He said that he had hoped for more, but that was fine. After midnight the disc jockey was playing only slow songs and the dancing got closer.

We chatted and danced and the time flew by. I suggested coffee at the 24-hour diner just down the road and John agreed. Before we left the hotel I retired to the restroom and removed my bra and panties in case my husband was awake when I got home (if he wasn't I was going to wake him).

After coffees John walked me to my car. He had been such a gentleman that when he leaned over for a kiss I let him. It was a nice kiss even though it was closed mouthed. We said our "good nights" and then my handshake led to another kiss and that one was a lot more passionate with a lot of tongue and while my tongue played with his I had the thought that I could really make my hubby's day if I just went ahead and let John have what he and my husband wanted. I toyed with the idea, I really did, but when I felt John's hand slide down my front and came to rest on my pubic area with only my skirt between us I quickly broke away from John and got in my car. The last thing he said to me was:

"Any chance of changing your mind?"

"No, but thanks for making the old married lady feel good."

I drove away breathing a little heavier than usual. I guess it was the booze and being an "old married woman", and away from the bar scene for so long. Thank God John was a gentleman.

At 2:10 AM I walked into the house and made my way to the bedroom. In the car mirror I had mussed my hair and lipstick. Gary was awake when I opened the bedroom door and he said "Hi" and I said, "Oh, you're still awake." He asked me if I had a nice time and I told him I'd had a very nice time. He asked if the dinner had run this late and I told him no, that it had been over at 10. He asked me what I did after. As I answered I opened my blouse and let it drop to the floor and I saw Gary's eyes take in the fact that my bra was missing. "We went into the lounge and danced" I said as I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

"Where are your under things?"

"In my purse."

"Oh. Anything you want to tell me?"

I smiled at him and said, "I had a few drinks and danced with some guys and we fooled around a little. I enjoyed myself. Nothing much beyond that to tell" I said in a way that had to make him think there was a whole lot more to it than just drinks and dancing. The no undies and the "fooled around a little" had his brain churning and he pulled me down on the bed (still in my stockings and heels) and we were awake almost till dawn. After we put the kids to bed Sunday night we were right back at it. It had been our best sex since I lied to him about the business conference. I knew then that I was going to keep the imaginary slut wife thing alive and well for quite a while.

FIRST FRIDAYS

The first Friday of the month has traditionally been an unofficial go-to-the-bar-night at my company for years. I've probably gone maybe three times in the last two years and have never stayed later than 8 PM, but I told my husband I'd had such a good time at the awards dinner that I planned to go that week and he probably shouldn't wait up for me. He was thrilled. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN???

APRIL FIRST FRIDAY

I went to the First Friday Happy Hour and had a few drinks and a few laughs, but by 9 PM I was asking myself "What in the hell are you doing here?" There was no one I really wanted to spend time with and if I was going to play the role for my husband, I'd have to think of something to keep me busy for another 4 or 5 hours. So I went to a movie and ate too much popcorn and then I went home and led hubby to believe that I'd been bad again. It was a repeat of the night of the awards dinner. I swear that I was walking bowlegged when I went to work on Monday. Gary kept me up all Friday night and the sun was peeping through the windows when he finally let me go to sleep. He made love to me seven times between noon Saturday and the time I finally fell asleep Sunday morning and another five times between the time I put the kids to bed and left for work on Monday.

MAY FIRST FRIDAY

We had a large crowd in a new lounge, happy hour prices, free hot appetizers and a disc jockey playing tunes. We had a great time all evening. Around 11PM or so our group was down to four and we decided to call it a night. They left and I decided to hit the ladies room before leaving. On the way to the bathroom a guy sitting at a table with three other men grabbed my wrist (gently) and asked:

"How about a dance beautiful?"

"Okay, but I need to use the ladies room first."

As I walked away he grabbed my ass. When I came back from the ladies room I stopped at the table and said:

"I've decided not to dance with you because you are rude."

One of the other guys at the table asked me if I would dance with him and I said yes, more to rub the rude man's nose in it than because I wanted to. I danced with him and when we went back to the table another one of the men asked me for a dance and I danced with him and then the third guy asked and I went out on the floor with him. He asked me to join them and to rub the rude man's nose in it some more I said okay. After one dance one of the men tried to kiss me and I saw rude boy watching so I let him. Then of course the other two wanted to kiss me and I let them. The kisses got hot and then hotter and they started feeling me up. I let them get away with it because rude boy was still watching.

Over the next two hours the men bought me drinks, danced with me and felt me up. I was getting pretty hot and when one of the men took my hand and put it on the lump in his trousers I left it there. He kissed me and as our tongues wrestled I stroked his cock. He took it out of his pants and I actually started to give him a slow hand job. About that time rude boy, tired of being the brunt of his buddies comments, got up and left. One of the men asked me to dance and I let go of the cock in my hand and followed him out onto the floor.

By midnight the music was slow and the lights were down low and I was kissing the guys and their hands were roaming all over my body and I was loving it. They were under my skirt, on my butt and my boobs were caressed outside and inside my blouse. They took turns sitting next to me at the table and by the time the night was over I had held each one of their cocks in my hand. I knew, even if they didn't, that if there had only been one of them he might very well have gotten lucky that night. Even as high as I was and as good as I was feeling I knew if I did one of them I would end up with all three of them wanting some and I wasn't going to do that.

Surprisingly, they were gentlemen when I called it a night and one of them walked me to my car where we spent several minutes in passionate kissing. He managed to talk his way into my car and we engaged in some more passionate necking. He managed to get my right boob out where he could munch on it and before I knew it he had two fingers in my pussy and his cock was in my hand and I was jacking him off. He was maybe two seconds from having me to the point where he might have gotten me into the back seat when his cock spit out all over my hand and that was my wake up call. I hustled him out of the car and went home. When I got home Gary was waiting up for me and even though I told him all I did was drink and dance he saw the cum spots on my dress and he noticed how wet my panties were and you know how we spent the rest of the weekend.

JUNE FIRST FRIDAY

Nothing to report on the June first Friday. A large group of us went to another bar and we had fun until around 10 PM when we called it a night Ñ all of us beat from the long hours we had been working. Hubby was disappointed that the evening was uneventful. Now he says I don't have to wait for the first Friday to go out and enjoy myself. He isn't fooling me. He just wants me to be able to have more chances to give him his fantasy.

JULY

Nothing to report for July. Spent most of the month with visiting relatives who were on vacation and not going anywhere where I could do something to turn Gary on.

AUGUST Ñ Intern party and lounge night.

A co-worker, Karen, organized our "The Intern and His Harem" night out for our intern's twenty-first birthday. It was perfect. The intern, Danny, was leaving and going back to college and Thursday was his last day on the floor. On Friday he would only be coming into the office to get his evaluation and exit interview from the bosses.

On Wednesday at lunch Karen took us to an "Adults only" store to buy gag gifts for Danny's birthday. We almost giggled ourselves to death the rest of the afternoon. Karen told us to dress as sexy as we dared for work on Thursday. I wore a suit with just a satin and lace camisole under it and before we left for dinner I went to the bathroom and removed my bra and rolled my skirt several inches at the waist. With the heat I wasn't wearing any stockings or pantyhose so I was bare legged in my high heels. We all looked good and sexy when we climbed into Mary's mini-van (she volunteered to be the designated driver). All five of us women were married and had children.

Karen had reserved us a private room at a very nice Chinese restaurant. We had a drink before the meal and wine with the meal so we were in good shape when they popped the cork on the bottle of champagne after dinner. And then it was time to open the gifts and what a blast that was. We were merciless to Danny and he had a permanent blush on the entire time. The main gift was a blow up sex doll and we tried and tried to get Danny to show us how to use it, but he wouldn't.

Karen put a CD in, playing slow, romantic music and then she turned all the lights off and with just a few candles lit we all took turns dancing with Danny. It wasn't long before his hands were all over us and we were returning the favor. There was some heavy kissing involved and I loved it when he turned me around, filled his hands with my breasts and ground his hard on into my ass. I was just a little surprised at the size of the lump that I felt in Danny's pants and I almost pulled him into a dark corner so I could take it out and look at it. In fact, I was just getting ready to do that when Mary pulled him away from me to dance with her.

After about an hour more of dancing it was time to call it a night. On our way back to our cars Karen sat with Danny on the rear most seat and it was soon pretty obvious that she was giving Danny a blow job. Danny escorted each one of us to our cars and I hung back a little so I would be the last. When we got to my car I turned and kissed him and then his hands went to my breasts and mine went to the lump in his trousers and seconds later we were in my car, my blouse was off and I had his cock in my hand. It was big! I'd seen a few before I married Gary and Gary's was a pretty good size, but Danny's was big! I stroked it as I stared at it and suddenly I was thinking Karen was married and had children and if she could suck Danny's cock I should be able to do it to. I looked at him and asked:

"Do you like older married women playing with your cock?"

"Hell yes!"

"Did Karen give you a good blow job?"

"All blow jobs are good."

"I'm better than she is," I said as I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth.

Whew! When I got home if Jerry hadn't been awake I damned sure would have wakened him. I kissed him and then asked him if he could taste Danny. It was another sex filled weekend and I was almost glad to go to work Monday just to get away from Gary.

NIGHT OUT WITH KAREN

On the next night, Friday, I went out with Karen. We had dinner at her country club and talked about the previous night. She said her husband's rule was "What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him" and as a result he never asked her questions about where she went or what she did. We stayed and danced for a while and then, after midnight, she drove us to a downtown mega-bar. It was in an old warehouse or something and it had a different themed bar on each of its four floors. We went right to the 4th floor where there was a dark lounge that was furnished with couches and love seats and where soft, quiet music was being played. There was no dance floor, everyone just sat around in those little private areas and talked.

We sat down on one of the couches, ordered drinks and it wasn't long before we were joined by a pair of nice guys. We sat and talked for a while and then Karen and her guy got real quiet and it was easy to see why. She and her guy were all over each other. Soon my guy and I were doing the same. Lots of passionate kisses and hands traveling all over each other and he got two fingers in my pussy and finger fucked me to an orgasm and then I took out his cock and jacked him off. I caught his cum in a cocktail napkin and put it in my purse to take home and leave somewhere where Gary would find it. Karen told me that she was going back to her guy's place for a while, and I caught a cab back to my car.

In two days I had done enough to keep my husband happy for an entire month. It never even occurred to me that I was getting closer and closer to the wife that Jerry really wanted.

SEPTEMBER

After my night at the intern party and the next night at the hook-up lounge with Karen, Gary escalated his wishes for becoming a cuckold. Before we left for vacation he wanted me to promise to fuck the next guy to feel up my boobs. I told him that he needed professional help.

We went to the seashore with the kids and my mother in law so there were no 'wild goings on' around the rental. However, with his mother as a built in baby sitter we did get to go out most evenings.

One night we went to this new gigantic club with several levels and indoor and outdoor bars. The place had DJs, loud music and the crowd ranged from retirees to kids with fake Ids. It was packed with people. During the course of the evening hubby got to watch me dance with several different men anywhere from ten years younger than me to twenty years older and all of them had a good time feeling me up. One young guy, maybe five years younger than me got his hand down inside the front of my skirt and was rubbing my pussy through my underpants and I looked over at hubby and saw him smiling while he watched.

The next time we went hubby played the cliched "I'll park the car and join you inside. It was well over an hour before I saw him again standing over in a corner watching and hoping. I was sitting at a table with a crowd and I danced, necked (rather passionately at times), was felt up and did some feeling up of my own (I ran into a lot of hard dicks in those clubs). But to hubby's disappointment nothing else happened.

A couple of nights later it was Friday and we went back to the big club. Hubby dropped me at the door and pulled the "I'll go park the car" routine on me again. It was shoulder to shoulder inside the club and I was being felt up just walking through the place. I finally wound up outside on an artificial beach. It was still crowded, but at least there was room to move. I soon had an attractive man (Alan) buying my drinks and dancing with me. It seemed like hours and I hadn't seen my hubby at all.

Things started to develop and as we were dancing cheek to cheek Alan leaned down for a kiss. It was terrible! I hadn't kissed such a terrible kisser since I was a teenager. He was sloppy, wet and all over the place on my face. He obviously had no idea of what to do with a nipple because he squeezed mine like I was a bug on the wall or something. I quickly excused myself to go to the ladies room and then I made sure that I didn't return to Alan. After some effort I finally found my hubby and said:

"Let's go home and have our own fun" and that's just what we did.

Of course hubby wasn't about to let a Saturday night go by so we cruised a few clubs (all very crowded), but after Alan I wasn't in any big hurry to try and get anything going. I did dance with a few guys and got felt up some, but I grabbed hubby and drug him home early. We went out some over the second week and I did dance and smooch as hubby watched, but nothing more.

On our last Friday night we went to the big club again and hubby did the park the car thing as I went inside. It was the usual hands all over my body as I walked through the place looking for a seat. I managed to get to the bar and get a drink and I was standing there looking around the room for a seat when this real cute guy walked up to me and told me there was an empty chair at his table and he offered it to me. I accepted and found myself sitting at a table with four guys who all had to be ten years younger than me, but they were all kind of hunky looking. Hell, what old broad doesn't like having young studs after her.

For the next two hours I danced and kissed and got felt up and had hard cocks pushed into me and I totally forgot that my hubby was even there (not that I'd even seen him since walking in). Finally one of the guys asked me if I would like to go outside for some fresh air and I let him talk me into going for a walk on the beach. We walked a little way until it was darker and a lot less crowded.

We sat down and started making out. Things got a little heated and the guy had my blouse open (I was braless), my skirt up around my waist and his fingers inside me. As we swapped tongues he skillfully finger fucked me to an orgasm and when I settled down I reached for his fly and opened his shorts. I intended to give him a hand job, but suddenly I had the feeling that hubby was near.

I took his cock in my hand and stroked it a few times and then I leaned forward and slipped my mouth over the head. I pushed his legs apart and cupped his balls. I ran my tongue around the head of his hard cock while gently playing with his balls. I took him deep in my mouth and then I took my mouth off of him and sat up. I looked into his eyes and then I kissed him. I slipped my tongue in his mouth and let his wrestle with mine while my hand stroked him and then I broke the kiss and my mouth went back to his cock. I licked and sucked on him and he put his hands on my head as I bobbed up and down on him.

I could almost feel hubby's eyes on the back of my neck as he watched form somewhere close by. He was there; I knew it, I could feel it.

I pulled my mouth off the cock and circled the head with my tongue and then I ran it down the underside, licked his balls and gently sucked on them for several seconds and then I drug my tongue along the topside. Once more around the head and then I took him back in my mouth and deep throated him. His cock hit the back of my throat and I felt his balls tighten and he arched his hips up at me and shot three or four spurts of cum against the back of my throat and it started to slide down into my stomach.

I stroked his cock to get the last drops out of it and then I sat up and kissed him again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself and then I broke the kiss.

I couldn't believe I'd done it. On a public beach with people walking along the waters edge not more than thirty feet away I had given a blow job to a kid twelve years younger than me (I found out later that he was only eighteen Ñ in my defense he looked twenty-four or five). After I'd wiped my mouth with the back of my hand we put ourselves back together and went back into the club.

We no sooner sat down at the table than one of the guys asked me to dance and by the time the dance was over and we got back to the table Brian had clued the other guys in on what we had done. For the next hour I might as well have been fucking the guys on the dance floor. They took me out there two at a time and I would have one grinding into my ass while the other one was grinding into me from the front. If my skirt and panties had been off they would have been in me. I was hot. I was literally hot enough to fuck and when Sam asked me to take a walk on the beach with him I said yes.

We walked to about the same spot where Brian and I had been and sat down. The necking was hot and heavy and the second set of fingers that night not my husbands went into me and gave me a screaming orgasm. I fell back on the beach and spread my legs and told Sam to fuck me. He was all set to fall on me when I told he had to put on a condom and he sheepishly told me he didn't have one. He had to settle for a blow job. We walked back to the club, but I didn't go in. I knew if I went in that I would be taking a walk on the beach with Randy and then Phil and that as hot as I was if neither of them had a condom I might end up fucking them anyway. I gave Sam a passionate kiss goodnight and headed for the parking lot. I hadn't gone ten steps when my hubby caught up to me.

"God that was hot. Why didn't you fuck the second one?"

"I didn't want you to have any kids to raise that weren't yours."

"Huh?"

"He didn't have a rubber."

"Oh. Good thinking."

We were both so hot that we fucked on the back seat right there in the parking lot and stopped twice on the way back to the rental to do it again. Then vacation was over and we returned to the real world.

LATE SEPTEMBER

I did the deed, I stepped over the line, I hooked up, I committed adultery, I broke my wedding vows, and I was a slut, a tramp, unfaithful, a fallen woman. And I loved it!

I had been selected for a "train the trainers" class taught by a young contractor (Brad) who seemed to have eyes for me. After the training session his company treated the 7 trainees (2 men, five women) to an outstanding dinner at a wonderful restaurant (why not, for what our company paid them). After dinner Brad asked me if I would like to have a nightcap with him at his hotel. He was a hunk! I had spent a good part of the training session watching him and wondering what he would be like in bed.

I excused myself to go and powder my nose and called my husband and told him about it. His response was:

"Burn every detail of what happens into your brain so you can tell me everything when you get home."

I went back and told Brad that I would meet him at his hotel. He told me he would be in the lounge and I said:

"No. Give me your room number."

He must have been standing just inside the door waiting for me. I knocked once and the door immediately swung open. I walked in and put my purse on the little table. I had stepped across the line and there was no need to be coy about things. Even as he was asking me what I would like to drink I was taking off my dress. I dropped my dress to the floor and said:

"You don't really want to waste time drinking do you?"

I stepped to him and offered him my mouth as my fingers busied themselves with belt buckles and zippers. His tongue darted into my mouth as his arms went around me and hands unsnapped my brassiere. My bra fell to the floor at the same time his trousers pooled around his ankles. I broke the kiss and said:

"You get the shirt while I take care of the shoes and socks."

I knelt in front of him, his already erect cock bobbing in front of my face, and I removed his penny loafers and socks as I teased the head of his cock with my tongue. I stood up and he lowered his head and his mouth took in my right nipple and I shivered at the thought of what this man was going to do to me. He was going to make me a fallen woman and make my husband a cuckold and the weird part was that both my hubby and I were okay with the idea.

I let him work the nipple and my hands went down and took hold of his cock and I started stroking it. He led me to the bed and I lay down and spread myself for him. He moved to lower his head to my honey pot and I stopped him.

"No foreplay lover, no slow and easy. I want the first one hard and fast. Take me from faithful housewife to whore in seconds. We can play later."

His spear lanced into me and in three strokes he was in as far as he could go and then he gave me what I asked for Ñ he fucked me hard and fast.

"Hard and fast?" he said, "You got it" and he started ramming his cock into me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass when he shoved his cock in deep. The angle was perfect for his cock to rub against my clit as he stroked in and pulled back. I shoved myself up to meet his strokes and I felt him go even deeper into me. I felt the pleasure building in my center and I locked my legs around him and cried:

"Oh fuck yes, oh sweet fucking Jesus yes, fuck me Brad, fuck me harder, fuck me harder."

He rammed into me and I was moaning in pleasure and then my orgasm hit and I clawed at his back and cried out, "Oh Fuck!" and then he groaned and I felt his juices flood my hole. I was just getting ready to get up and suck his cock to get him hard again when he surprised me. He didn't go soft! He started to, but suddenly he was going the other way and his cock stayed hard enough to penetrate.

He fucked me slowly, pulling out a little and then shoving back in. He started giving me long, hard strokes until I started to moan and then he started fucking me hard and fast again and it triggered another orgasm. For several more minutes he pounded into me as I had one orgasm after another. He reached under me and took my ass in both hands and pulled me to him as he rammed hard into and then he stopped and held himself against me as he pumped me full of his cum.

And that was just the start of the night.

The kid was terrific in bed. I had forgotten what it was like to be with a young stud (he was only 22) with recuperative powers. During one of our rest breaks we talked and he told me that at 14 his best friends sexy mother took him under her wing and taught him how to please a woman. Believe me, her lessons weren't wasted. He was a brainiac who graduated from Cal Tech before his 19th birthday and his company had snapped him up and was now teaching him the marketing, training and sales end of the business.

Anyway, we did it five long and very satisfying times. The kid was a fantastic fuck, so how lucky was I that when I finally did do the deed the guy I did it with really knew what to do with his tongue and cock? I know I walked around with a Cheshire Cat grin on my face all the next day.

I reluctantly left his room around 5 AM as he was dressing to fly back to California. I gave him my number and told him to call me whenever he came back to town. I had just enough time to race home, give hubby the fuck of a lifetime, shower, dress and hit the road back to work. God, I was tired. I was getting too old for this.

I called hubby three times that day to check that what I did was still okay with him now that he'd had time to think about it in the daylight and for a few hours. He was still ecstatic and looking forward to when we got the kids in bed that night. I hope his feelings don't change over time because I can't undo it.

I looked back and thought that it all started on our honeymoon when he wanted me to fuck that bartender and then him showing every one he knew the photos of me in my bikini. Add to that the way he likes me to dress and how he likes me dancing with other men, his constant encouraging my infidelity and his slut wife stories left on my pillow. He finally got what he wanted so I hope he really is happy.

NOVEMBER

We went to a very large neighborhood party on a Sunday. New neighbors moved in during the summer and they hosted. The theme was football, but I think it was really to show off the host's new gigantic TV. He's one of those guys, the biggest pick-up truck, the biggest back yard grill and now the biggest TV (my guess is that he also has the smallest cock). Anyway, it was all adults and it started around noon. Apparently there were football games on from noon until after midnight.

The host had the basement decorated like a 13 year old (I don't like him Ñ is it showing?) with posters and photos everywhere and game jerseys of his favorite teams. He had a keg of beer in the basement and another one out on his deck. There must have been sixty people there off and on through the day and evening. Some of the wives were down in the basement with the men rooting the teams on, and others were upstairs talking in the kitchen or watching chic flicks in the living room. The house was packed and there were people everywhere.

Around 9PM the host caught me coming out of the upstairs bathroom (or maybe he had followed me and was waiting?). He was moderately drunk and he blocked my way down the hall. He very brazenly put his hands on my breasts and started to maul them. He was telling me that the men in the neighborhood had voted me the neighborhood MILF that they would all like to fuck.

I don't mess around where I live so I removed his hands and told him never to touch me again or I would kick him solidly in the balls and then I went back downstairs to where hubby was watching football. I was tempted to grab hubby and leave, but thought "Fuck him! (the host) and decided that he wasn't going to intimidate me into running away from him. Hubby and I stayed another hour or so and then we went home.

DECEMBER

On a Friday we had our un-exciting holiday party thrown by the company. Nice food, not so good speeches by the big-wigs, no alcohol and no music. As soon as everyone had done the required ass kissing of the bosses we were off to the bars.

We did three different bars, losing some people at one, picking up a few at another and finally the group was down to about ten and we went to someone's apartment. I don't even think the guy worked at our company. He must have been a friend of someone who does and had hooked up with us at one of the bars.

It was a large loft apartment and he had roommates and they had mistletoe hanging everywhere so I pretty much made the rounds with the kissing even as more people were showing up. The booze was flowing, the music was nice and the lights were low. It was a fun party.

Later I found myself sitting on a guy's lap. I didn't know him from the office, I didn't even know his name, but I was sitting on his lap and we were kissing like fourteen year olds. He had his hand inside my blouse and I was rubbing the lump in his trousers when he got a couple of fingers into me. I let him finger me for a minute or so, but it was uncomfortable since I still had my panties on. I stood up and took them off and dropped them on the floor and then sat back down on his lap and spread my legs to give him better access. All I was looking for was an orgasm from his fingers and I was going to repay him with a hand job.

Our tongues were dueling and he had his fingers back in my pussy and I had just worked his dick out of his pants when suddenly he asked me to stand up so he could open his pants to get his zipper out of the way. I stood up and he pushed his pants down toward his knees and I went to sit back down and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down. I don't think he was trying to do it and I know for sure I wasn't trying, but when I hit his lap his cock went right into my wet pussy. I started to rise up, but he had his hands on my waist and he pulled me back down. I tried again and he pulled me back down again. Up, down, up, down, it was just like fucking. The third time when he pulled me down his cock rubbed my G-spot and I stopped trying to get away and I started riding him.

I couldn't believe that I was doing it. On a couch in a room full of people I was riding the cock of a guy whose name I didn't even know. Every time I pushed down on him his cock would touch my G-spot and my body quivered with orgasms. I felt his stiff cock get even harder as he pushed up at me as I pushed down on him. I knew he would be cumming inside me soon. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me over onto my back and started fucking me hard. Someone started sucking on my left breast and I moaned and shoved my pussy up at the guy. I heard a woman say, "You go girl" and another one say, "I wish I had the guts to do something like that." A mouth latched onto my right breast and I moaned again. Suddenly the guy groaned and he pushed deep inside me and I felt the pulsations of his cock as he dumped his sperm inside me. He pumped several more times before I felt him lift himself off me.

I went to push the mouths away from my breasts so I could sit up, but before I could do it another guy crawled on top of me and another cock slid into my pussy. I looked up to see Steve, a guy I worked with looking down at me. He smiled and said, "You can't possibly know how bad I've wanted to do this for the last couple of years."

Why fight it? Everyone in the room had watched me do the first guy and by now I was labeled a slut anyway. He pushed gently and entered my wet hole and then he started fucking me slowly with long, deep strokes. I lifted my ass slightly and felt him move even deeper into me. The mouths on my tits were making me moan and Steve began to pump faster and I loudly moaned as an orgasm washed over me. Steve grabbed my legs and lifted them up on his shoulders and he began to pound into me deep and hard. He slammed into me for what seemed like hours and I felt another orgasm building deep inside me and then I screamed, "OH MY GOD!" as I came harder than I could ever remember. I heard Steve gasp, "Here it comes baby" and I cried, "Give it to me, let it go, give it to me" and Steve pushed as deep in me as he could go and I felt him cum.

As Steve was climbing off of me I heard some guy say, "Think she'll do all of us?" and another cock entered me. I didn't know this guy either, but he was balls deep in me before I even knew Steve was all the way out of the way and my legs went up and wrapped around him. I felt the strong cock pumping into my pussy and I moaned and I cried and I begged him to fuck me. My tits were being worked, my pussy was full and I looked around and saw several people standing around and watching me. I saw men taking off their pants and I knew they were going to fuck me too. Something nudged my cheek and I turned my head to look and there was a hard cock only an inch or so from my mouth. I didn't even look to see who it belonged to; I just opened my mouth and let it in.

I was lost in lust. My entire universe consisted of the cock in my mouth and the cock in my pussy. I had never felt so alive, so aroused. The cock in my mouth throbbed and then released and I gulped and swallowed and at the same time I felt the cock in my pussy send a load deep into me. Two more cocks took their place and then two more and two more after that. Some of them I knew from work and some I'd never seen before.

And then suddenly it was over.

Everyone dressed and left, leaving me on the couch a sweaty, cum covered mess. I managed to get up and find the bathroom and I cleaned myself up. On my way back to the living room I passed by an open bedroom door and I looked in and saw the guy who had started it all. He was lying naked on his bed sleeping. He was lying on his back and I had an evil thought. I went into the bedroom, took off my undies and straddled his head. I concentrated on squeezing my muscles and was rewarded with a blob of cum falling from my pussy onto his face. I just wish he would have had his mouth open. I giggled, got off the bed and went home.

It was three PM Saturday when I dragged myself into the house. Hubby took one look at me and asked:

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I got fucked sweetie, I got fucked real good."

Nothing (extra-marital) has happened since that party. Is this enough for you to work with to do a story?

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