This is a true story- I get asked how I started being a shared wife, hotwife, slutwife, Vixen, whatever the term of the day is. Mostly my husband is writing this due to his much better memory for erotic happenings and his imagination.
Today I am addicted to sex in the best way possible. I'm a true admitted slut. I've had a sexual awakening and now can't get enough good, hard sex from other men.
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When I married I was basically a virgin. My now husband was the very first guy to ever penetrate me with his cock, and even that wasn't long before the wedding. My virgin pussy got fingered a lot as a teen and my nipples and breasts felt up, but never any real sex. I was a teenager with normal girlie hormones. At my school, any girl who gave blowjobs was a slut and the occasional rumor about a girl taking it in the ass was scandalous.
Speaking of Anal, the actual first sex with a cock was in my ass. It was with my now husband, and I was the one who instigated it. But That's another story.
Personally, I kind of thought I was a slut for even allowing the guys to play with my breasts and get into my panties. The guys never really got me naked but I learned early how good a guys hand felt on my vagina. A good girl would never do what I allowed. After all, some of my indiscretions were done at Church functions!
So let me jump forward. I was married at age 19 and had a child at 21. My husband and I would occasionally watch porn. The porn was usually about two guys and a girl. I didn't realize it at the time but my husband had an underlying fantasy of seeing me with another man. I don't think he realized the fantasy until later.
Only a year after our first son was born he hit me with it. It wasn't like he actually told me about the fantasy, he was way too smooth for that. We would watch a sex movie and when one guy was banging the one girl, she would be sucking the other man's cock.
My husbands favorite game was "what if." He would touch me during the movie and ask what if that girl was me, "what if you had two men touching you like that." We would get into the position they were in and pretend we were the couple on the t.v screen and it would be me getting fucked by and sucking the cock of a different guy.
Our sex was always hot when we did the scenarios but the hottest was when out of the blue, he asked for a name. Oh my! I actually had never thought about a name. I was mostly doing it because it turned my husband on so much. The role playing always made our sex even better. At first I couldn't think of a name so he would ask, how about this guy or that guy. Some of them were good looking but the mental picture of me doing anything sexual to them never entered my mind, until...
He mentioned that name. You know him, the one that was the high school football player everybody thought was hot, and the athlete all the guys wanted to be. I thought he only existed in stories but instead he lived across town. He just happened to be my husband's best friend. He was the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome. They knew each other their entire lives basically. He was also in our wedding. We'll call him Jon and I, like most girls, lusted after him.
I have to tell you, my orgasm that night made my body shake to the core! I had never been so turned on in my life. I was also very confused and ashamed.
I had hoped hubby didn't notice my lust and I didn't want him to mention his friends name again during sex. I was the church going good girl who thought sex was for having babies and for my husband's pleasure. My world was about to be turned upside down.
It seemed like every time we had sex, Jon would be brought up. He would ask, what if Jon walked into the room right now or, what if he made a move on me, what would I do. Then we started role playing more. He didn't always say the friend's name but he would ask "what if" a guy slid his hands under the table when I was at a formal dinner and started feeling me up. Hubby would have me close my eyes and imagine acts that other men were doing to me. He in turn would act it out.
I didn't even notice that Jon was becoming a regular member in our bedroom. Oh Hubby was GOOD! He started calling me to let me know he was leaving work. He would then tell me to take a bath because he was bringing a guy home with him and wanted to make sure I was "fresh". He did this weekly until I was expecting it, then it was just a fun game. I started looking forward to asking, "who are you bringing home tonight?" He would always tell me it was a surprise. Sometimes it was his boss, that one got me, other times it was a total stranger.
This went on for six months! Six months of fantasy of me having sex with other men. I would orgasm with their touch. They would take me doggy, missionary or on the floor. I would get "seduced" by doctors, salesmen and co-workers. In the fantasy, we wouldn't just have sex, they would take me, use me hard and fast leaving me breathless. Of course it wasn't real, it was just fantasy right? I became multi orgasmic and even squirted cum for the very first time. I didn't know what hit me. He would even blind fold me naked and tie me to the bed before leaving the room for a good ten, twenty, thirty minutes at a time. Then I would hear a knock at the door which always scared me. He actually made me believe two men were in my bedroom looking at me, naked and vulnerable. He would lick my pussy differently, finger me from a different angle than usual and fuck me in positions we rarely did ourselves. Maybe more aggressive for example. Sometimes I would believe it was real. I was putty and he knew it.
Like I said, Jon from our wedding was his best friend, so for him to drop by wasn't entirely unusual. Once, when he went swimming with us, all I could think about was him secretly touching me. For that reason I stayed outside arms reach. In reality I didn't want anything to happen but fantasy and reality are sometimes on a crash course.
It got to the point where, when my husband would ask the "what if's" and "would I if", my answer of yes would become more and more frequent. For God's sake, YES I would fuck him IF...but that could never happen because this was all fantasy and I was after all a mom, a good loyal housewife who loved my husband, a good church going Christian, the Sunday school teacher who had strong moral beliefs. I would sit in the pew at church, imagining that guy sitting two rows down, three people to the left of the woman with the scarf, the guy with the killer smile, getting up, sitting next to me, putting his hand on my thigh, pulling my skirt higher... This was getting out of control, there was no way it could ever really happen or could happen. Could it?
Hubby called as he usually did on a Friday night and told me to get ready because he was going to bring Jon home. Yea yea, heard it before. But I would always respond in my low sexy voice that I didn't really have and say okay, I'll jump in the bath. I was like Pavlov's dog. Every time another man was mentioned I got wet between the thighs. Embarrassing actually.
Knock knock... Okay, why is he knocking. The door wasn't even locked. I opened it and... OH...MY*****Splash! I was wet in an instant. It was really him. As if Jon had never come over before. But this time I had just gotten out of the bathtub expecting the fantasy him to come in, not the real him. I had put on jeans and a button up shirt but I felt so...naked.