Why I Became A Married White Slut

I could never have described myself as a slut. All I ever wanted to be is a loving wife to a wonderful man, with a few happy children. My marriage to Kevin promised to be just that until now.

Let me describe myself for those of you who do not have an imagination. My name is Sarah. I look at myself in a mirror as I prepare to go out on one of my "special" dates.

I am twenty four and stand 5 ft 3 inches tall. I have been blessed with a beautiful pale blemish free complexion, young looking skin, and large expressive eyes. My eyes are light grey and complement my blond hair which I usually highlight with shades of brown.

Today it is straight and long enough to cover my breasts when I bring it in front. My breasts are not huge but a decent size held together in a lacy demi bra tight enough to accentuate a deep cleft between them. Even without the bra my breasts are nice and firm and my nipples small perky and pink. Did I say that they were also very sensitive?

As a young teenager, I had never allowed boys to get into my pants. I did however allow them considerable liberties with my breasts that started to grow with the effects of extensive massaging and stimulation. In the earlier years of our marriage, Kevin would massage my breasts regularly with a breast enhancing cream. I don't know if it did anything to the size of my breasts but it was a certain prelude to sex as I knew it at the time.

I have just painted my nails a shade of pearly metallic pink. As I blow on them to get them dry. My pouty lips close around one of them as I look at myself in the mirror. I examine the rest of my body. Nice skin throughout. I work out about thrice a week just enough to keep the fat off. I have managed to do that without building too much muscle to ruin the shape of my curves. I look at myself in a rear view mirror on the bathroom door. My behind appears to be a bit more plump than normal, but I know the flesh is tight, and there is not a hint of cellulite on my body.

For today's occasion I am wearing a designer thong panty. It has a broad black leather belt around the waist with a buckle in front. It is fastened tightly around my waist. A tiny triangle of material covers nothing but the small amount of pubic hair above where the lips of my sex come together. The rest of my pubic area is hairless smooth and delicate looking. The part that forms into a thong is a narrow band that disappears between my sex and then between my legs until it appears just above my tightly clenched cheeks when you see me in the rear view mirror it appears that the black material contrasts beautifully with my skin as it disappears between the crack of my behind. It would make me incredibly hot when I walk or dance or do any other such thing.

Today I am wearing lace stockings held together with a matching garter belt. I have liberally applied a sensual perfume behind my ears, between my breasts, down there, and any other area my lover would choose to visit with his tongue.

Kevin and I moved from Kansas City three years ago. Kevin wanted to be a camera man in the movie business and had graduated from the film and television institute in St Louis. We rented this apartment off Wilshire Blvd, in Burbank so he could be close to the movie studios and the film personalities. Kevin has been working for Steve Martin who is a well known producer on the silver screen. I had met Steve a few times. He is a tall handsome black man, with a handful of successful movies, a couple even being nominated for prominent awards. Kevin worked long hours while I stayed at home, watched TV and waited for him to come home. When he finally did get home he was exhausted. Our love life was falling apart and the sex was all but non-existent.

Kevin would spend long days on the set and then in the evenings he would help out at the parties in Steve's house taking care of the sound system and the projectors in his home theatre where they previewed new movies.

During the time Jenna was my only friend. Jenna was a wife of one of the other camera men but unlike me I know she flirted a little (Okay maybe a lot) on the side. I would spend hours on the phone listening to her go on about the incidents with other men in her life. It would make me envious and at times incredibly needy sexually. Jenna would let me borrow her copies of "Harlequin Romance" that I would secretly read in bed rubbing my thighs together as I felt the need in my loins. I did not agree with what Jenna was doing and was determined to make my marriage work sooner than later. But relief was not in sight. The romance novels would not cut it any more. I began to watch HBO late nights when my husband wasn't around. But I was determined not to take it any further.

Someone told me that If I had a couple of children, it would do wonders for my desires. But we had tried in vain for the last three years and had never been able to get pregnant.

Dr Samuel Harvey had examined me the time I thought I was pregnant. I had learnt very little about sex at school and Dr Harvey patiently listened to my concerns. He was the only other person who had seen me "Down There" and was I embarrassed. He had taken a hand mirror and placed it between my legs under a bright light pointing out my girly parts. I had never seen myself in that way. He pointed out the Labia Majora which are the outer lips that were tightly closed with my legs together. He also let me extend my legs straight up so I could get a rear view of my tightly closed Labia. They were pink and hairless from the behind. Dr Harvey carefully pointed out this fact to me as also the tightly puckered opening to by behind. I was intrigued as I had never seen myself or any girl in such detail before.

He gently parted my thighs opening the Labia Majora with his gloved fingers. He pointed out my inner lips and my clitoris letting me hold the mirror between my legs for my viewing. I was feeling a little odd and I was sure I could detect a little moisture from being touched down there. My inner lips were small and pink and the opening to my vagina appeared very small. The opening was barely separated until Dr Samuel inserted his gloved finger. It felt tight as he rotated it inside me. It felt just about the size of Kevin's penis. I raised my hips off the exam table hoping Dr Samuel would take the dammed gloves off. I had not been touched there in a long time as Doctor gently pushed on my g-spot my body began to tremble and quiver as a leaf. But Dr Samuel quickly removed his finger. To my extreme disappointment he stopped abruptly and then asked me to turn over on my tummy. I was about to ask why, but did not want to let the doctor feel that I dis-trusted him. He was a professional and who as I to tell him how to do his job. Once again, his firm hands parted my thighs as he began to rub my behind with a cool lotion. I could feel the cool air from the air conditioner on my exposed cheeks and then his fingers gently massaging between my legs barely touching my vagina and then retracing his firm fingers between my rear cheeks. He applied some more lotion to his fingers as he began slow circles around my rear entrance concentrating on the tight puckered opening.

I was lying face down so did not see what was coming. Dr Samuel drew an instrument tray and the sound of metal told me it was something he was reaching for with his gloved hand. Then I felt Dr Samuel's left hand separate my cheeks while a cold metal object began to enter me from behind.

"It's an anal thermometer" He said, It is just like the one you have at home.

I had never felt anything like that before even though it was pencil thin and I was ashamed but had to admit that the feeling was quite unique. I clenched my ass cheeks together and it felt quite pleasurable even when Dr Samuel moved it in and out a couple of times.

I told Dr. Samuel about the pain I was experiencing during sex. He told be that pain and pleasure were closely related experiences. The female body is capable of accepting male organs of a variety of sizes but proper foreplay and stimulation made the pain less and the excitement significant.

"You and Kevin need to engage in plenty of foreplay so you can be very well lubricated with your natural sex juices." I promised to work on that in the coming weeks.

That evening Jenna called to find out if I was pregnant. I told her that the tests were negative.

You should make Kevin jealous if you want him to pay attention to you. Flirt around with other men when he is around and then he will want you more. Jenna was always flirting with other men's husbands so she should know. After some though, I decided to give it an honest try.

Later that night, Jenna called again. She told me she did a little work for this phone sex agency. Guys would call her and pretend to have sex. The company paid her 99cents a minute.

"I have three way calling, she said. You can listen on and see if you like it."

I had never dreamed I would ever do this. But curiosity got the better of me. And Kevin was away. I had never had a man in a month. It was bed time when Jenna called. I was wearing a thin silk nighty and no bra. I wore brief bikini panties. As I heard the voice of Robert talk to Jenna it really made me hot. I touched my breasts through the thin material of my night dress and my nipples were getting erect with the sound of Jenna moaning into the phone. It felt so incredibly hot. The visit to Dr Samuel and his manipulation of my sexual organs had me trembling for release. Jenna's breathing was getting ragged and so was mine. I reached for the medicine chest and pulled out the the thermometer we used at home. My hands reached under me separating my cheeks as I inserted the tip of the thermometer just as Dr Samuel had done. I lay on my tummy the phone held close between my pillow and my ear. The instrument felt quite exquisite between my ass cheeks and I lifted my hips up from the bed and arched my back as Jenna moaned in mock pain. When I finally hung up, the sheets were wet. I had taken off my panties and I was completely overcome with my orgasm. I had not felt as good in a long time.

I needed a man. I really began to think of Jenna's suggestion. Should I make Kevin jealous? I didn't really want to hurt him, but I knew I had to do something. I was a woman with a fire burning within. I had to make a move – and quickly.

The opportunity was not long in coming. The next week, Kevin told me that they Steve Martin was having a beach party on his private beach on Del Mar avenue. They were having dancing, followed by dinner and a private screening of "Un-satiable Desires"which happens to be one of my favorite romance novels.

If we are lucky, Josh Stewart the leading Male actor would be there at the private viewing. I was excited. Not only did I like Steve, but Josh Stewart was my favorite actor. Watching Josh in a romantic movie always made me weak at the knees. In the movie Un-satiable desires, Josh was playing a love scene with Erin Spears. It was only an "R" rated movie but I knew there would be plenty of steamy love scenes.

As usual Kevin would be busy with the sound system, lighting and the movie projector in Steve's private viewing room.

The house was large and set out on a cliff overlooking the ocean. I rummaged through my closet to find something appropriate for the beach. I finally came up with a pair of jean shorts that I had bought 7 years ago. I knew I had put on a few pounds since then, but I shoe horned myself into them anyway. I had trouble doing the top button and the zipper. Looking at myself in the mirror, the jeans were tight on my butt and they appeared to be much shorter than I remembered. I completed the outfit with a tank top and a push up bra inside.

I really looked like a slut, but then I was supposed to be teasing. Nothing serious, Just teasing was all I had in mind. That evening , I saw very little of Kevin. We stood outside on the balcony drinking cocktails, and giggling. I realized I was getting quite tipsy. Steve was a very pleasant guy, and did he look handsome?

I had never noticed his chocolate smooth complexion and today he was wearing a nice sleeveless tee. His broad shoulders and rippling muscles made him look spectacular.

He was standing very close. As the sun began to set, he asked me to dance. As I looked around, I did not see Kevin anywhere, but was sure he would not mind. So we moved very close over the floor sliding effortlessly between the couples in the fading light. He was a good dancer and held me tenderly. I felt warm and the alcohol was getting to me.

I did not know what I was thinking but I had both arms wrapped around Steve's neck and he had his around my waist.

Why don't you spend the night here Sarah he said, his lips close to mine. I will have the guest room prepared. Besides you can join us for dinner. After that you can join us at the private screening.

I mumbled something about not having any change of clothes. I'll have something delivered to your room Steve said.

Steve kept to his word. When I went up to my room the outfit was neatly laid out. There was a brief lace bra in white with a white sleeveless blouse. He knew my size as the bra and blouse fit perfectly. Over the blouse there was a bolero style jacket with a row of buttons in the front. The jacket was obviously not meant to be buttoned up. The skirt was ankle length and in black. There was a row of buttons all down the front closely spaced from the waist down.

On the side table was a bouquet of flowers. A card said, Enjoy the clothes. "Wear the G-String"

I had not noticed the G-string till then. It did not much look like a g-string. The waist was broad elastic but there was no triangular piece in front. The thong material was made out of a silver bead string. The beads were arranged along the it's length. They were in various sizes and colors. Some were large pearls and others large cut emeralds and diamonds with sharp facets.

I placed my feet through the thong and pulled the g-string up to my waist The feeling was in-credible. When I was all dressed up I looked stunning. The skirt hugged my figure perfectly and the room went still when I stepped into the banquet hall. More wine was consumed and everyone was quite drunk.

Steve helped me up and we walked hand in hand into the Movie viewing room. The room was huge, apparently it doubled as a movie room and an extra bedroom. Kevin had told me about this room. And as we walked in, I was sure Kevin was setting up the projector and the movie reels. The teasing opportunity was perfect I thought to myself.

I sat close to Steve on the large Black leather couch, and I was certain that Kevin was behind us in the projection room. I did love Kevin and would feel badly if he had a clear view of us. I looked around the room and I saw there were speakers in all parts of the room. In one corner stood a large King Sized 4 poster bed with a large mirrored head board. There were other mirrors on the walls. Track lighting illuminated the bed and other areas of the bedroom. The bed was large. I had never seen one like it. It was ivory colored and engraved in delicate gold. It was covered in bright scarlet satin sheets and a great many pillows. This is the life that the Hollywood moghuls live I said to myself.

Finally the lights were dimmed and the movie began. Josh really looked handsome and I was beginning to enjoy myself. As I settled down on the couch, I could feel the beads between my sex press against me. The feeling was exquisite. On the screen, Josh was taking Erin in his arms. As she looked up to him her lips parted as they began kissing deeply. Josh planted wet kisses on her face and then her neck. I wiggled my body against the couch a particularly large bead pressed into the crack between my cheeks. It felt great at the entrance to my bum and I knew it wasn't going anywhere. More wine was poured and I felt Steve's presence close to me. Soon, I smelt the musky scent of his perfume mixed with alcohol as he placed a strong arm around my shoulders. I felt weak from the wine and from Steve being so close to me. My mouth fell open as he kissed me on the lips. I was hoping Kevin was not watching.

Steve's breath felt fresh and warm and he was taking liberties with my open mouth. On the screen Erin was standing with her back to the camera. She was wearing a robe which appears was un-buttoned in the front. I could not see Josh. Obviously he was on his knees before Erin. Erin's feet were wide apart and her hips bucked forward and backward as her back arched. Damn Josh, I said to myself.

Steve kissed me passionately as his hands roamed over my body. My knees were weak as he gently massaged my breast through the material of my blouse. Steve's body felt strong and warm. He was so loving and sexy, and his fingers were doing things I had never experienced before. Erin and Josh were now on the bed. The movie was not explicit but the screen shot showed Erin lying on her back. She was breathing hard and her body shook as if being pounded. Her face contorted with pain, then wave after wave of pleasure. I had read the book so I knew Josh was penetrating her slowly. I had always imagined I was Erin, and now I really wish I was in her place

I felt myself slide into Steve's arms as he continued to massage my breasts. He had opened the front buttons of my blouse and pushed my bra up over my tits. As I kissed Steve deeply, I became aware of another presence. This time it was at the buttons on the front of my skirt. I looked around and cold not believe my eyes. Was it really Josh or was it my imagination?

He was doing the same things to me as he was doing to Erin on the screen. His fingers expertly found the point of my yearning and he began to plant kisses on my left breast. My body was trembling from excitement as I fell sideways into Steve's lap. Josh had his hands between my thighs and he was making me feel very good. My face lay in Steve's lap and through the material of his pants I could not believe what he carried. I raised Steve's Tee shirt and began kissing him on his stomach. My hands nervously reached under the waist band of his pants to find the object of his excitement. I undid his zipper and pulled out his manhood. It was brown like chocolate and large and thick. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it in my body. Dr Samuel had said there was a fine line between pain and pleasure, and I wanted to cross that fine line. I wanted Steve deep in me. While a part of me told me I was just teasing, the animal in me wanted to be fucked, to be used and abused in every way imaginable. And now Josh had his hands under my buttocks. Rubbing caressing and his hands felt delicious. I opened my mouth to receive Steve. Josh meanwhile was doing wonderful things to my body. His lips found my labia and is caressing fingers became bolder as they began firmly massaging my clit. Steve groaned in pleasure as I took him deep into my wet waiting mouth. He was huge and growing by the minute. His penis felt so delicious, so warm and so very big. I knew it had to be that fine line between pleasure and pain. Josh held my hips very firmly as his tongue penetrated me assaulting my sex again and again till the couch was wet with my moisture.

The movie finally concluded and the credits began rolling. My legs were too weak but as I looked towards the bed I saw Josh sitting upright. He was sitting against the head board. His cock hard and erect as it stood proudly teasing me. All those hours I had spent reading Harlequin romance and all those hours I had dreamed about Josh. Now he was here. His erection thick and proud. I knew it was going to be painful. I wanted him. And I wanted Steve. And poor Kevin, I did not want to hurt him. I stood on the bed. My long skirt was still on thankfully. The blouse and bra had long disappeared but the jacket came together to hide whatever it could hide. I was standing on the bed facing Josh. I was sure Kevin would be behind me and could not see us. I raised my right foot and placed it on the top of the head board to the left of Josh's shoulder.