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!
