Many women consider the word slut to be a derogatory term for a woman. The words stud and slut have basically the same meaning which can be defined in one word, promiscuous. The difference is, men get to wear stud as a badge of honor where women are forced to wear slut in shame. I was one of those who frowned at promiscuous women. Well, with situations changing the way they have with my sex life, I have had a change of heart. I now wear the term as a badge of honor.
You will need to read the prior stories to catch yourself up. I was basically a virgin bride whose husband developed a voyeuristic kink. He saw in me what I couldn't see. He saw me as a sexy woman who loved good, hard, dirty sex. I on the other hand thought I was the good Christian woman with high moral standards that didn't get caught up with the need for sex. I never even considered that I could be both. I was on my high horse so to speak and nothing was going to make me into a deviant for sex. Good girls didn't fuck, they made love with their husbands so extra-marital sex was totally off the table.
It seemed like every two years was when my guard would fall and I would again allow myself to be seduced into another extra-marital tryst. This time was no exception. Rick was the Assistant Manager to my husband. He was fresh out of the Marines and yes he was cute. The first time I saw him was when I went to have lunch with hubby at his work. I was introduced to Rick and felt a slight tingle behind my bra. No not between my legs, my nipple started to tingle and yes just one. Women stuff.
It wasn't like I wanted to tear his clothes off and let him take me or anything, but I did notice him. Apparently my husband saw that I noticed and since he likes to take it slow with me he didn't mention it. He didn't have to actually because I grilled him on all the stats about Rick. I found out Rick had a thing for petite girls. His girlfriend who was petite like me but several years younger. Rick I think was around the age of 22 so his hormones were in full swing.
I guess Rick noticed me also when we met and being right out of the Marines told my husband straight up that he had a smoking hot wife. Rick kept asking questions about me, nothing brazen or anything, he was just curious. Hubby of course would feed the curiosity and soon enough turned it into a desire. During the next several months, hubby would come home and tell me what Rick and him talked about. I got to the point where I was hungry for the information. As a woman, I was always wanting to know why someone thought I was attractive so I could keep doing it. It's different when your husband says your hot, that's their duty, or it should be. It's totally something else when another man says you're attractive.
Conversations seemed to steer a lot around marriage and sex. He wanted to know how good sex was after so many years of being tied down. I guess when you're single and just starting out, 10 years is a long time. The conversations got to the point where Rick knew pretty much everything about our sex life. He would ask what positions I liked the best, how often we made love and was it becoming routine. He wanted to get married someday but would hear about how the sex gets boring after a while. Now my sex life was none of Rick's business but the more he asked the more he was told, and the more he was told the more aroused I became.
More months passed and before I even knew it, the conversations hubby and I had in the bedroom were about Rick. I was being asked, "what if Rick came over" or "what if he left me alone with Rick and he came on to me." I was again being aroused with the talk of another man having their way with me and I was again liking it. Sex was always hot during these talks.
Then hubby told me that Rick knew that I have had extra-marital sex relations with other men. I was a little offended that he felt he could talk so casually with another guy and that he felt it necessary to share our most intimate secrets. I honestly don't even know if I was more worried that he would try to share me again or more scared that he wouldn't.
At the time, I had stumbled across and was reading stories about sex and believe it or not was cyber sexing online with men. At first I was doing it with the suggestion of hubs for when we were home and in the mood for some kinky fun. I would chat with guys which in turn would get us both going and we would end up in bed fucking like rabbits. Then I started doing it when he was working late. I would be at our desk at home having sexual conversations with strange men while touching myself. At the time even the joy of masturbation was taboo to me but I found myself touching myself a lot. Hubby told me it was a huge turn on knowing what I was doing when he wasn't home. Some guys were very graphic and they would help get me off the most often. A lot of times after I orgasmed, I would shut the computer off in embarrassment at how hard I came. I knew it was wrong but after a while I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to the excitement of knowing that other men wanted to do things to me.
One night, hubby came home and told me that Rick would like to watch me cyber with men on the computer to see what it was all about. I thought why would he want to do that and what on earth would make me agree to doing it? Now I was really nervous. I didn't want anybody to know that I did such things and I wasn't the happiest woman to find out that another man knew what I did in the privacy of my own bedroom. One night he wanted to come home from work with Rick so he could see for himself what I do. For some strange reason I was turned on at the prospect of someone watching me and I guess my perverse sense of exhibitionism got to me for the very first time. I said yes with stipulations.
The rules were, under no circumstances would I have sex with Rick and there was to be no intimate touching. He could come in and watch me cyber but I would have my clothes on at all times. If by chance, I got turned on to the point where I felt comfortable enough, I would allow him to masturbate. Hubby argued that it wasn't fair to let him jerk off without something to look at and a place for his cum so I agreed to letting him see my naked breasts and possibly cum on them. I told him, take it or leave it.
Can you believe how naive I still was? In my mind I was probably one of the easiest seductions out there and I actually thought I could just sit back, cyber sex with strange men while a hot guy that knew my sordid background sat there and watched me play with myself. I must have been insane to believe I could behave like a puritan under those circumstances. My husband looked at me as if I went over the deep end but agreed to my terms. He knew that there was no way I would be happy with my own scenario. I felt it was "safe" to let him come over since he had a girlfriend because I surely wouldn't allow a guy to use me to cheat. Even with the fact that he was taken, I did finally give in to one concession. I figured just in case I wasn't strong enough to hold back, I could maybe use my mouth on Rick's cock until he was ready to cum, then he could finish on my tits. Apparently to me, oral sex with a topless woman wasn't cheating?
The fateful day finally came on a Saturday night after work. Hubby followed him to his place so he could take a quick shower before he came over. Around 9pm I was at my computer chatting with some guys and was already turned on from the sex talk of men wanting to shove their cocks inside my pussy. I had already helped a few guys cum while we chatted as I had my hand down my jeans between typing. And I wasn't going to let Rick touch me? That's a laugh!
A half hour before Rick was supposedly going to drop by, I started getting really nervous and felt I might have a panic attack. What was I thinking? Was I actually going to go through with this? Actually masturbate in front of another man? It wasn't like he was coming over to watch how I make a recipe or anything normal. He was going to watch me while I got intimate with myself. It would have been better if they just came in and we talked about what I did but I knew that wasn't what they wanted. They wanted to see how far I would go, to see if I would have the guts to actually play around with the guys online while they were in the same room. After a while I even talked myself out of doing it. I had no intention of going through with the masturbation idea. But that was before they arrived. Funny how your mind and body can fight with each other and if history has taught me anything, it's that my body always wins.
I heard hubby drive up and heard another car pull in behind him. I could feel my heart start to race with excitement and nervousness especially since I was in the middle of chatting with a guy who wanted to do some really dirty things to me. I buttoned up my jeans and kept typing while I waited for them. I was in a trance when they walked in and hubby told me I had a very lusty look in my eyes. I finally shook myself out of it to say hi.
After some small talk, I let Rick read some of what I was doing, how embarrassing. The guy was still giving me messages and I for some reason felt obligated to respond to him while Rick watched. I said something about needing him to shove his big cock balls deep inside my tight wet pussy. Rick asked me how turned on I was and if I had been masturbating before they arrived. I lied and told him I was fairly turned on and that I hadn't masturbated. I spoke with a matter of fact voice, not a voice that you hear from a girl who needed cock inside her. I wanted to keep my "deal" in place so I played down my arousal the best I could but inside my jeans, my vagina was pulsating as blood rushed to my clit and my pussy lubricated itself. My body knew what was going to happen before I did. It didn't help that the seam of my jeans between my legs was rubbing me just right.
Rick wanted to know if all the talk was turning me on and I told him yes. When he asked me to show him how I touched myself I couldn't lift my eyes from the screen and my heart started racing faster. After only a short time I felt myself slowly unbuttoning my pants, eventually sliding my hand down to rub my pussy which I found to be extremely wet. I was typing with one hand now and was getting more and more turned on. I said a few more things to the guy until I couldn't focus anymore. I just barely began touching myself before I felt an orgasm coming on fast, suddenly an earth shattering orgasm hit me right in front of Rick, my legs shot out, I threw my head back and let out a squeal that told the guys that they were going to win and win big. There was nothing I could do but ride it out until I came down. That was the first time I had ever masturbated with another guy watching besides my husband. At the time, I didn't even feel comfortable doing it in front of him. That's why I did it when he was at work.
Rick couldn't believe how strong my orgasm looked and told me how hot I was to do it for him. I was mortified at what I had just done and aroused at the same time. My clitoris was pulsating and there was no way it was going to come down anytime soon. I guess being watched was a thing for me? They told me to tell the guy what I had just done, that I just came with the two guys watching. Hubby then directed me to also tell the guy what happens if anything does. I could barely move much less type but I did my best to act like it was no big deal, then I froze.
I felt a hand on my shoulder gently touch me. At first it was hubby's hands massaging me, then I felt the hands change and realized it was Rick. Emotions swept through me, mostly erotic confusion. Focus Kara, focus, is all I could think about. His hands softly slid down my arm with just his finger tips then up my arm, shoulder then neck. My head leaned back against his stomach as his hands went to the front of my throat, up my cheeks and around, down to my shoulders again, hubby told me to type so I told the stranger that I had someone's hands touching me.
C'mon Kara focus...No sex...
