This is the story of how I became a slut. Let's start with a little background.
I was 32 years old when I had my slut epiphany. Yes, I guess, I was a late bloomer. That's not to say I wasn't sexually active. I was, but in a very traditional sense. One partner at a time. I married when I was 25 and was faithful to my husband for those 7 years. We had excellent sex, never over the top but certainly at times aggressive. Until I became a slut, I thought those years were very adventurous, sexually speaking. We fucked in it seemed dozens of different places, sometimes in a risky situation. We tried every position it seemed imaginable. I loved sucking my mate's cock. I thought my sexual desires were being fulfilled. But then this story happened.
Let me describe myself. I won't mince words, I am hot by most men's standards. I'm 5' 6" with 36D cup (very ample, natural and firm breasts) and a thin waist. My butt is firm and prominent and I love to wiggle it. I could arouse my husband by just the way I dressed and walked, and I frequently did just that. So I get a lot of looks and flirtations, but I resisted. Sure I liked to tease but I kept myself to one man, as I was taught. Still... I harbored fantasies about pleasing multiple men, and taking on large cocks like a pro. But I kept those thoughts for my alone moments or when my eyes were closed and hubby was fucking me doggy style.
After 7 years of marriage, you think you know somebody. Well, don't be so sure. I knew my husband liked to gamble but it never seemed more than entertainment. We were financially secure (I thought), owned a nice home with no close neighbors, which was a luxury (I could scream in ecstasy when times called for it). So I was pretty surprised when I walked in the door one weekend after playing tennis with a friend and saw 2 men in our living room standing over my husband with baseball bats and him sitting on the sofa.
"Hey, what's going on? Who are you guys?" I inquired. At this point I was curious but a little frightened.
"Honey, you need to leave, just head back out and I'll call you soon." he replied.
"Whoa, whoa." one of the guys said as he moved to block the front door. "Look here, the wife is here to save your sorry ass."
I looked at him then my husband. "What the hell is going on?"
The main guy (I'll call Main Man) says, "Seems that your hubby owes us some money and we're here to collect. He told you about the money, right?"
I gave my husband a WTF look.
Hubby started to speak when the second guy (I'll call him the Partner) punched the bat into his gut and he keeled forward, his face on his knees, gasping for breath.
Again, Main Man speaks, "Let me lay it out for you. Hubby likes to gamble and we're owed a lot of money that is now going on 3 weeks. After a week he promised just one more week. Last week he paid the interest. This week is full payment due and I don't' see any cash, do you see any cash?" He looked at me quizzically.
I shook my head.
"I didn't think so. So here's the deal. If he just doesn't pay, then we get a reputation of being soft. That's bad business for us. Now we don't want to kill him, although the thought crossed my mind, we just want to send a message to you both and to anyone else that thinks they can stiff us. So we brought some tools (as he held up the baseball bat). Sure a broken kneecap or leg is painful, and maybe he'll have a bit of internal bleeding, but you have health insurance and you'll be able to go get our cash next week so he can then start healing. Sound like a plan?"
"Fuck no, you asshole." I replied. "Leave us alone, get the fuck out."
Main Man looks at my husband who has regained his sitting position.
"Honey, it is what it is, just go to the bedroom and wait."
Main Man objects to the direction and faces my husband
"Shut the fuck up!" he blurts.
He then looks me over. I have to admit, I look pretty damn sexy in a tennis outfit, which is half the reason I play tennis. I was in a white outfit, a form fitting onesy with a flair at the skirt that is the typical ultra short tennis style. It zipped up the front and I had it zipped down and cleavage was showing nicely, which I was regretting at that moment, but I didn't move.
Main Man turns to me and says, "Maybe we can give you an option to having your husband pummeled with two bats. Do you like options?"
It wasn't difficult to guess what the option was.
My husband chimed in, "No, this has nothing to do with her, leave her out of this."
Main Man swings the bat over his head and crashes it down on our coffee table, splintering the top.
"I said shut the fuck up! The next words out of your mouth and that bat will close it. Do you understand pencil dick?"
My husband nodded his head yes and looked at me and mouthed the word 'no'.
Main Man looks back at me and I replied, "OK, what 's the option?"
"I think you know. We'll have our way with you. When we're done, we leave and come collect again next week, when you better have the money."
I was so furious with my husband I probably wasn't thinking straight. I was not afraid of having sex with the 2 men. In fact I started wanting my husband to have to watch me enjoy myself, but I was a little worried I might be injured. I know about S&M and have no interest in being a participant.