Becoming A Slut Wife - Tammy

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

Desc: Sex Story: Hubby just would not take no for an answer.



This is just what the world needs - another slut wife story. This one is different though; the others all happened to someone else, this one is mine.

My name is Tammy and I am married to Barney, a wonderful man, a great husband, a marvelous father and I love him dearly. I have two beautiful children, Staci who is nine and Brian who is six. I am living the American dream. I have a husband who loves me, two wonderful children who are the light of my life and a fine house in the suburbs. Barney has a great job that he loves and he makes very good money. So with all of that going for me what's with the cheating? Well, that's the story.


It came at me from out of nowhere and it was the last thing that I ever expected. Barney and I had gotten a sitter and we were out enjoying a night on the town. We had gone to Amelia's for dinner and after we went to Bogarts because we had heard they had a great band that played all of the Golden Oldies. We had been there a little over an hour, drinking and dancing, and I was on my third margarita and in a very good mood when a good looking man approached the table. I tensed up fully expecting a scene. It had happened before. A man would come over and ask me to dance and Barney would light into him for having the audacity to approach a married woman sitting with her husband. Barney could be a little loud at times and we would end up being the center of attention and I would end up wanting to crawl under the table and hide.

This time Barney surprised me. He smiled, stood up and offered his hand to the man. "Stan, good to see you."

"Marge and I are on the other side of the room and I saw you so I just came over to say hi."

Then Barney introduced me. Stan worked with him. "Say," Barney said, "Why don't you and Marge come on over and join us?"

Stan turned to me, "Is that okay with you?"

I liked that; I liked that he had to courtesy to ask me. "It is fine with me," I said, and he left to get his wife. As soon as he was out of hearing Barney said:

"I'm sorry honey, but he might have felt slighted if I hadn't offered and I do have to get along with him at the office."

"I don't mind honey," I said even though I did mind. To me a night out meant Barney and me - alone - no office politics intruding, so I threw a dig at my hubby. "He isn't bad looking, maybe I'll flirt some with him and get him to dance the fast dances with me, you know, the ones you don't like."

I saw just a touch of dark cloud in his eyes when I said that and I smiled to myself as I thought, "That will teach him to take me for granted."

Stan and his wife joined us, introductions were made and then we proceeded to socialize. About half an hour after Marge and Stan joined us the band started playing "Louie, Louie" which, back when I was in school, was a line dance. Barney had no use for dances like that so when a line began to form at one end of the dance floor I got up to go join in. Barney and Marge were talking about something and Stan got up and said he would go with me and he got up and followed. I wondered how Barney was taking that since he wasn't fond of me dancing with other partners. Technically, Stan wasn't dancing with me since you don't have a partner in a line dance. Still, I knew Barney and I expected to hear about it later.

And I did, but not how I expected.

On the way home Barney said, "You have an admirer."

"And just who would that be?"

"When you danced with Stan he couldn't take his eyes off of your ass."

"In the first place I didn't dance with Stan, you don't have partners in line dances. In the second place, so what if he looked at my butt. A lot of men look at my butt. It's a nice butt and I work damned hard on the Stairmaster to keep it nice."

"That isn't what I mean. What I should have said is that I think he wanted to fuck you."

"I doubt that. Marge is one sexy looking lady and I'm sure she keeps him plenty busy."

"I don't know about that. He has a reputation as a ladies man. Rumor has it that he has bedded half the women at work."

"Well gosh oh golly Barney, give me his phone number and I'll call him as soon as we get home."

Barney was silent for several seconds and then he said, "Would you really call him if I gave you the number?"

It was my turn to be silent for a couple of seconds before saying, "Who are you and what have you done with my husband? You know, the insanely jealous guy who married me? The guy who has a fit if another man even dares to ask me to dance?"

"I'm not that bad."

"Oh yes you are sweetie. In fact, this conversation is so unlike you I'm wondering if there isn't something behind it."

"Like what?"

"I don't know sweetie, you're the one who started it with telling me you think Stan wants my ass."

"Must have had too much to drink," he said and then he changed the subject.

When we got home and were undressed and ready for bed I pulled him to me, and because I was curious about his earlier abnormal behavior (abnormal to me anyway) I decided to play with him.

"Come on sweetie, show me what you would do to me if you were Stan."

"You want to imagine I'm Stan?" he asked as he slid his hard cock into my pussy.

"The question baby, is are YOU imagining you are Stan."

Barney pushed hard into me and I'm not sure where it came from, but I moaned:

"That's it Stan, fuck your married whore. Make my husband a cuckold. Fuck my married pussy baby, fill my cheating hole."

I was looking up into Barney's face when I said that and I thought I detected a wild glint in his eye. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locked my ankles in the small of his back and moaned:

"Hurry lover, hurry. You have to get me off before Barney gets home. Fuck me Stan, fuck me hard."

Then Barney surprised me. "I'll fuck you hard you cheating whore. I'll fuck your married whorish ass until your fucking cheating eyes cross" and he rammed hard into me.

I screamed out in pleasure and my hands clutched at his back, my nails digging in as I cried:

"That's it Stan, fuck your whore, fuck her hard."

"Bitch!!!" snarled Barney and I shook with my orgasm as he moaned, "You want cum you cheating whore? Well here it comes and I hope I knock your ass up."

He slammed hard into me one last time and then held himself against me as he spurted sperm into my hot hole. He pulled out of me, fell to the bed beside me and then rolled over and enveloped me in his arms. He nuzzled my neck and seconds later I heard the soft, steady breathing that told me he had fallen asleep.


In the morning over breakfast I said, "The booze has worn off and we are sober, albeit a little hung over, so would you care to explain last night to me?"

Barney looked at me in silence for several seconds and I could see he was trying to make up his mind on whether to tell me the truth or duck the question and then he said:

"You mentioned my insane jealousy last night, but you don't know the reason why I'm that way. Do you remember Richie Banner?"

Indeed I did remember Richie. Specifically I remembered the last time I had seen him. Oh God did I ever remember. "I remember him, why?"

"Two weeks before our wedding I ran into him at a bar. Richie always was an asshole and he'd had just enough to drink to be obnoxious. He took great delight in telling me about what you and he had done together in the greatest of detail. He laughed at me and told me I was marrying some very good, but well worn pussy and then he told me about all the threesomes you had done with him and his friends. I didn't believe him of course and I broke his nose and cracked two of his ribs before the others in the bar pulled me off of him.

"A couple of days later three of his buddies came looking for me. They planned on making me pay for what I'd done to him, but first they wanted to know why. When I told them and it changed things. All of a sudden Richie was a dirt bag who got what he deserved. One of them even told me that if Richie had done something like that to him he wouldn't stopped at just a broken nose and a couple of cracked ribs.

"But then they told me that even though Richie was a piece of shit for telling me, he didn't lie. All three of them said that at one time or another they had been part of a threesome with you and Richie. I asked a lot of questions and it seemed like it all took place before I met you and I accepted the fact that what you did before me was none of my business. I loved you, I was certain you loved me and the marriage went off as scheduled."

Good Lord, the poor man didn't know the half of it. I thanked God that Richie had only mentioned the threesomes. If he had told Barney the full story Barney would never have looked at me again, let alone marry me.

"Anyway, knowing what you had done and knowing how much they said you liked it I've spent years being afraid you liked multiple partners so much that you might want to go back to having them. The thought that one day you might sneak off and indulge yourself has always been with me. I've spent years praying that sexually I was enough for you and I've spent those same years thinking that every guy who comes close to you knows you like threesomes and wants to get you away from me so he can get you in one. That is where my insane jealousy comes from."

I sat there and looked at him and didn't know what to say. After several seconds of silence I knew what I HAD to say:

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