Becoming A Slut Husband: Tom

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

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: He had to do it because he was being blackmailed.



They say that the first step in solving a problem is to admit that there is a problem. Once you admit there is a problem you can determine how to fix it. Okay, I admit it; I am a cheating asshole! I admit that I fuck around behind my wife's back and I have been doing it for the seven years of our marriage. Actually it was before that — I started when we were still going steady. So, the problem admitted to the next step was to try and fix the problem. Why, since I love my wife dearly and do not want to lose her, can't I keep my cock in my pants?

I found me an analyst and at the end of our second session he told me to sit down and write up everything sexual that I have done. Where do I start? I guess the best thing is to start with what happened before I met Madge (my wife) and then work through it.


The tale starts when I caught my Aunt Mildred fucking the mailman. Aunt Millie wasn't my blood aunt; she was my aunt by way of being married to my dad's brother, my Uncle Wendell. They were staying with us because their house had burned down and they hadn't yet found another place to live. Anyway, I had cut classes that day and I was in my room sleeping when a bunch of screaming woke me up. I slid out of bed to see what was up. I went down the hall to my parent's bedroom, which is where all the racket was coming from and I looked in to see that it was Aunt Millie screaming and carrying on as the mailman fucked her.

For several seconds I thought it might be rape and I was just about to go and get my baseball bat when I heard her yell:

"Oh God, harder honey, harder."

Once I knew it was rape I should have turned and gone back to my room, but I didn't. Neither of them had noticed me and I was curious. No, not curious, it was like I was fascinated. Not by the sex act, but by Aunt Mildred. I wasn't a virgin (but I wasn't all that far from being one) and I'd had sex with two girls my age, but they were girls. Aunt Millie was a woman.

The girls I'd been with had tits I could cover with my hand, but Aunt Millie had tits the size of large grapefruit with half-inch long nipples. The girls had said things like, "Don't hurt me Robbie" and slow down Robbie, don't go so fast." Aunt Millie was screaming out, "Fuck me, fuck me harder damn it, harder." The girls had been nervous and kept asking me if the rubber was still on my cock and Aunt Millie was taking the mailman bareback and begging him to make her cum and to cum in her.

The frosting on the cake for me was that Aunt Millie was wearing nylons, a garter belt and high heels. High heels turned me on and had ever since my sixth grade English teacher had sat on the edge of her desk with a mile of leg showing and a black patent leather pump dangling from her toe as she read poetry to the class.

Anyway, I stood there rooted to the spot as Aunt Millie and the mailman rattled the bedsprings. I stood there and watched until the mailman muttered:

"Here it comes bitch, I'm gonna flood your cunt" and I figured that it was time for me to fade away before I was noticed.

I was in my room pulling my pud when I heard the front door slam and two minutes later my bedroom door opened and Aunt Mildred walked in. She hadn't bothered to dress and her magnificent tits were leading the way (I found out later they were 38D cup) as she walked over to my bed and looked down at me lying there with my dick in my hand. Apparently I had been seen after all because she said:

"You going to tell?"

I hadn't thought about it one way or the other so I didn't know what to say. I don't know what she was thinking, but she must have taken my hesitation to mean something because she said:

"If you keep your mouth shut Robbie I'll give you a blow job."

Again, I didn't know what to say or do. It wasn't likely that I would tell Uncle Wendell anything anyway. That was grown up shit and all I was was a confused, inexperienced eighteen year old. Once again she must have figured my hesitation as me considering her offer.

"All right, okay, a blow job and I'll let you screw me."

It was coming at me too fast and I was right at the point of yelling that I wouldn't tell when she said:

"For a week Robbie. All the sex you want for a week, okay? We have a deal?"

I didn't trust myself to talk so I nodded a yes and I saw relief on her face as she sat down on the bed and pushed my hand away from my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking it.

"You have to leave soon for class?"

I shook my head no.

"That's good honey, because I chased Bert away before I was really ready to quit. Ready honey?"

Before I could even nod or say yes she lowered her head and swallowed my cock. She cupped my balls in one hand and used the other to stroke my cock. For maybe a minute she worked my cock with her hand and then she took it in her mouth. God what a feeling. It was the first time a mouth had ever been on my cock and I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. I moaned at the delicious feeling of it. She took more of me in her mouth and sucked and licked me. I felt the stirrings and I pushed my hips at her pushing my cock deeper into her mouth and then I let go. She locked her lips tight around me and held still as I gushed into her mouth and she gulped and swallowed until I was dry. And then she started all over and stayed with it until I was hard again.

She swung over me and lowered herself down on my throbbing cock and started to rock back and forth on me. I was in Heaven. I had thought I was in tall cotton when I'd had sex with the two girls, Sally and Ruth, but Aunt Millie was just mind blowing.

"Come on honey, I need it. No need to be gentle with me, just fuck me and fuck me hard."

No little girl here I thought as I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over putting her on her back. In changing position I had slipped out of her cunt and as I moved to push myself back against the dripping lips of her pussy I was reminded that I was going to get my very first sloppy seconds.

"Push it in honey, fuck me, fuck me now."

I moved forward and my cock sank into her until my balls hit her ass. "Yeah Robbie," she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

I started pumping into her and her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me to her and her legs came up and clamped my waist. Her hips were pushing at me as I thrust into her and she was moaning almost continuously:

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, come on baby, harder, harder."

Other than her moans the only sounds were my heavy breathing as I fucked her as hard as I could and the sound of my balls going "slap, slap, slap," against her ass. My balls tightened and I knew I was going to cum soon. Millie also knew I was almost there and she gasped:

"Cum in me honey, cum in me, let me feel you shoot."

Two more strokes and I let go. I felt her pussy grip my cock and it felt like it was pulsing, like it was trying to milk my dick for every last drop.

"Not bad honey," she said as I pulled out of her, "Not bad for a young boy, but you will get better; I'll see to that. That's it for now Robbie. Your folks and your Uncle Wendell will be home in about an hour and we need to get cleaned up. What's your class schedule tomorrow?"

"I'm done at two."

"Good honey, I'll be waiting for you when you get here. Get plenty of sleep tonight; I want you well rested tomorrow."


Dinner was awkward for me that evening. I just knew that mom, dad and Uncle Wendell could tell what I'd done. Every time Uncle Wendell looked in my direction I just knew he was thinking:

"I know you fucked my wife you little shit."

I finished as quickly as I could. I even passed on dessert and then I hurried up to my room where I relived the day's events and ended up beating off.

Classes the next day were a complete waste of my time. I don't think I heard a word that any of my professors said; my mind was on what waited at home for me. I practically ran into the house when I got there. I dashed up the stairs expecting to find Millie waiting for me. By the time I reached the top of the stairs I knew Millie was there, but she wasn't alone. I looked in the open bedroom door and saw Millie on her hands and knees while Bert was fucking her from behind. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and turned to look at me and then blew me a kiss. I turned away and went to my room.

I know it sounds stupid, but I felt betrayed. She was supposed to be waiting for me damn it, not fucking the mailman. It was a hell of a let down and I was sitting there staring at the wall when Millie came into the room. As the previous day she only had on high heels, nylons and garter belt. I noticed a trace of cum running down the inside of her left leg and despite being pissed at her my dick went immediately to the upright position.

"I'm ready for you honey; why aren't you ready for me? Come on, let's get those clothes off."

As I undressed I was aware of a subtle change. Yesterday Millie had been hesitant, unsure and scared, but that day she seemed a little 'no nonsense', a little 'take charge'. This was even more evident when I was naked and ready. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and said:

"Get over here Robbie and eat my pussy."

I just stood there and looked at her.

"Well come on, get over here. Millie want's her slit licked."

I just stood there and stared at her. This wasn't what I had expected. She was supposed to suck my cock and then fuck me. Eat her pussy? That was just too disgusting an idea to even contemplate.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get over here and eat me."

I came out of my funk long enough to say, "I can't."

"Why not?

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