On a sunny Saturday morning a little while ago I woke up next to my gorgeous husband Robert, and realised that I had become a nymphomaniac.
I hadn't changed overnight, it happened gradually, and my wonderful husband must accept some of the blame, as it was his fantasies which started me on my journey from faithful wife, well fairly faithful, to sex crazed slut.
"Morning gorgeous, shall I make us some coffee?" Rob asked, gently fondling my left breast, teasing the nipple between his thumb and finger.
"You need to fuck me first, naughty man, now you've got me all excited." I replied.
"That wasn't very difficult." He stated, transferring his attention to my right nipple.
"That's what I was thinking when you woke up. Ah, getting you hard isn't difficult either I see. Come on, climb on board and give me a good old fashioned seeing to, I really need a good hard fucking."
Rob rolled on top of me, positioned his column at the entrance to my moistening cave and plunged in up to the hilt. Too many metaphors!
"Rob," I said after we had finished our morning sex, "I think I've become a nympho."
"Don't worry, it's easily treatable." He quipped back.
"I'm serious, I've become addicted to sex. I love having sex with you, but I also need sex with lot's of other men, and it's partly your fault!" I accused him.
"So, what do you want to do about it my love?"
"You must help me get sex with lots of different men. You need to make a plan to get me laid as often as possible. I need variety, not a boyfriend, I don't want a relationship with anyone other than you, ok?"
I couldn't believe I had said such a thing. My poor, long suffering husband didn't deserve such treatment.
"Starting today!" I told him.
"Ok, I have an idea," Rob announced, sounding pleased with himself. "Do you remember a story by Boomerang7 called Rugby Fans?"
"Vaguely, tell me what your idea is, I'm getting horny again already."
"There's an England rugby match on today which will be shown in lots of pubs. I know a perfect pub which will be jam packed with men, drinking and shouting. We dress you as a complete tart, and you can get involved with the cheering, and start betting, you know, if England score again before half time you'll take your top off, and so on, until you are betting fucks round the back. What do you think?"
"I think it's a brilliant plan, come and help me choose my slut outfit."
Rob was really serious about how slutty the slut outfit had to be. He made me wear a bright red half cup bra with a matching tiny lacy thong. Over the lingerie I slid a minuscule, tight, stretchy dress, which was so thin everyone would be able to see the lines of my underwear, and so short, any movement would reveal my panties.
Finally, he added bright red high heels, which he said were very sexy.
I had to wear a coat over the outfit, or I may have got arrested, but once in the pub I removed the coat and got lots of comments. Which was fun.
Rob pushed his way through to the bar to get our drinks while I sized up the talent. I decided on a group of three fairly fit guys, probably in their mid twenties, with nice accents, which always turns me on.
I edged towards them, pretending to find a better view of the TV, and eventually parked myself right in front of them.
"I'm so sorry, that was really selfish of me, blocking your view like that." Was my opening gambit.
"I was just thinking how much our view had suddenly improved." One of them said.
"I agree Sam, my interest in Rugby has suddenly evaporated, why not give us a twirl gorgeous, so we can see all of you."
I quickly spun around, showing off my hot body, then reached out to receive my glass of Prosecco from my smiling husband. Once I was holding my drink Rob stepped back to allow a rather large man, an ex rugby player I suspect, to push his way between us. The gap was small, principally because Rob didn't leave enough room for the big guy to get through, so I was pushed back into one of my target guys.
It turned out to be a stroke of genius by my generous husband, as the big guy slipped his hand under my dress as he pushed past me, and because I had parted my feet a little to maintain my balance, he had unprotected axis to the gusset of my panties. He gave me a thrilling rub before slipping away.
While this was happening, the young guy behind me took advantage of the fact that I had been pushed against him, to reach both arms around me and grab a boob in each hand.
"Look what's landed in my lap guys." He chuckled, gently massaging both of my nipples through my thin dress.
"You seem to be having fun." My husband remarked.
"All thanks to you darling." I replied.
The man behind me kissed my neck, which was sweet, then released my boobs, which was sad.
