My Slut Life Pt. 01

My Slut Life

A story of Bliss, Marital and Otherwise

My name is Samantha, and this is the story of how my husband and I found happiness, first in our marriage and our family, then in the kinky and perverted adventures that followed. I think many people want to be free; free of the expectations and limits that society forces on us, free to explore pleasure and experience all the things most people only fantasize about at night with the lights off. Not many take that plunge, but in my experience when you first dip your toe in the ocean of new and kinky discoveries, it isn't long before you dive right in. Having a good partner with you means you can both be free to explore without losing sight of the shore.

I'm in my 40s now, older and wiser, but this part of my adventure started just a few short years ago, when I was 39. I met my husband when I was 18; we fell madly in love, the kind of love where you rarely even think about being away from them because the person who you were Before them is just a distant memory. We were married a few years later. We went through many of the normal growing pains that couples face. At 39 I had had 4 kids, we had a house, and my husband and I both ran our own businesses. Life was busy, full of the everyday tasks that consume a life. My husband and I had a good sex life. He was tall, 6 foot 6, and muscular from hours spent in the gym. I maintain I am not short, but at 5 foot 5 he towered over me. Although I had lost a lot of weight in the last couple of years since our youngest was born, I was still curvy. My husband loved my big ass, and all my other curves.

Today had been a long day. An early start to get the kids off to school, all 4 of them now that the youngest was in daycare and then work after a quick breakfast. My work is at home, managing my business making custom frames for peoples paintings and pictures, so it's a short commute at least.

The kids returned home in whirlwind of demands and mess as always; work had to be set aside to deal with the youngest, too young to entertain herself without supervision. Dinner and bath time are always difficult to manage, but even worse when my husband Alex is travelling. He is an executive managing a company half a continent away and he has to travel to the site every couple of months. He hates to travel, hates being away from me and the kids, but honestly it is tougher on me. I miss him too but I'm the one left to deal with the kids alone. When he is home he handles a lot of the everyday things with me, so it's more than a bit of a shock to take up all the slack on my own.

Plus, I like having him around the house. You would think his constant presence, his casual touch would spark arousal, but in truth it is almost the opposite. Not that he turns me off! But having him there is reassuring. I know that he is there when I need to feel his touch, or more, to feel his hands on my skin and his lips on mine. When he is gone, I find myself thinking of him. My hand will touch my lips as I notice his absence or trace the line of my neck down to my chest. I sometimes find my fingers tracing my body through my clothes as I think about him. I think because I know he won't be there to satisfy me I want him more.

I find today I am daydreaming about being in bed with him tonight, feeling his hot breath and his lips on my skin. I can almost feel his big strong hands on my breasts, and my nipples grow taut as I imagine his lips following the path down. Before I realize, my hand is pressed between my legs as I moan, thinking about having him inside me. It so quickly becomes a need, but without his presence to sate me, I sigh in frustration and try to shake it off. The day seems to drag on, my growing desire distracting me from the task at hand.

I love my kids dearly, but getting them to bed is a relief. Once the last glass of water is delivered, the last issue dealt with, I sit down on my side of the bed and pour myself a tall glass of scotch. Sighing, I take a deep drink. I can feel relaxation flow through me, quite a contrast to the tension of the day. A hot shower will complete the relief, I decide, and go to stand in front of my dresser. I pull my shirt off; my shoulders are tense and my back hurts from hunching over my framing table for hours today. I stretch, and wish Alex was home. He gives fantastic back rubs, and they often end in even more pleasurable ways. I pull my bra off, exposing my breasts. I examine myself in the mirror. I have lost a lot of weight lately and it's nice to see my curves and appreciate them. I run my hands up my sides, over my stomach, admiring how far I've come. It feels so good to touch myself. I wish even more than my husband was home, that it was his hands touching me. I slide my pants down over my ass, relishing the sight in the mirror. Alex loves my big ass, taking every chance he can to grab it, through my clothes when he must, but I admit I love it as much as he does when he roughly pulls my pants and panties down and grabs my bare skin. It makes me feel so sexy, how badly he wants me. He tells me he loves me as he grabs me roughly, but I can hear in his voice what he is saying is that he wants me, that I belong to him and that he wants to claim what's his again. He wants to feel my body beside him wrapped around him, as close as two people can b. It makes me feel so sexy to think about how much I love being a fulfilling his needs for me.

I grab my ass, flushed with excitement thinking about that large frame beside me and how he feels inside me, but it isn't the same. I wish one more time that his big hands were there instead, then I sigh in frustration and head to the shower.

As the water runs in the shower and steam starts to build on the mirror, beginning to hide the reflection of my curvy body and milk white skin, I press play on play list and step into the shower. I don't know why, but in the moment I picked a playlist that Alex loves, one he puts on when he wants me to dance for him. The hot water feels so good on my skin, almost burning hot, and my hips start to sway to the sensual music.

"God, I'm so horny!" I think to myself. It's not a problem I usually have, I muse as my hand caressed the sides of my slowly swinging hips. My husband has a voracious sexual appetite; I can see in his eyes whenever he looks at me that he would fuck me right there if he could, barely restraining his lust. That's probably the reason we ended up with a big family. That, and of course the fact that I loved it too, loved when he grabbed me and fucked me, and really loved when he came deep in my pussy. I grabbed my breasts as I shuddered thinking about it. I hadn't masturbated in years, not that I regretted the lack of it. Alex had almost a sixth sense, and would find a few moments alone to fuck me, fast and hard, if I so much as had a horny thought. I touched my nipples and shivered as they grew hard, thinking about the day before he left on this trip. My fingers moved to my hot, wet pussy as the memory took me.

Our youngest was down for her nap after daycare, and the older kids weren't due home from school for another 20 minutes. He came silently into my Framing room, and I jumped as he touched my shoulders. I didn't jump far though, as his strong hands were on my shoulders. He towered over me, six and a half feet to my seated form, and he pinched and squeezed the muscles of my shoulders.

"Oh... that feels good." I sighed, relaxing into his grip.

"Does it? How good?" his low voice growled from above me.

His question made me flush. The truth is his touch, his strong hands, always made me wet.

"Hmmm, really good." I replied, leaning my head back so he could see down my shirt. He continued to rub my shoulders. They were very tense from my work, as they often were, and I let out a soft moan as he squeezed the base of my neck, a very tense area. He continued to rub my neck in response, and after a few moments I moaned again, more in a wanton way and less in response to the shoulder rub. He stopped and leaned down, his mouth close to my ear.

"And other than your shoulders, how is my beautiful, slutty wife feeling this afternoon? Are you nice and wet for me?" even his voice felt good in my ear, and there was no need to lie.

"yes, I'm very wet for you." I smiled as I said it, I knew what he wanted, but I could never predict exactly how he would respond. He growled gently and grabbed me under the arms. His strong hands roughly pulled me to my feet. His grip hurt slightly, he had put on a lot of muscle in the last couple of years and was stronger than he was used to. He pushed the chair to the side and I leaned back against him, sighing as I did. I could feel his big cock, hard and getting harder, pressed against my round ass. He reached around and grabbed my breasts, as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. His open mouth licked and sucked the sensitive skin under my ear, and I moaned again as my body melted into his. His tongue traced a line under my jaw, as he tilted my head back with his other hand. He pressed his lips to mine, and as my mouth opened I could feel his tongue against mine. I loved when he kissed me like that, forcing his way into my mouth.

Abruptly, his hands shifted to my arms again, and he spun us around so I was facing my framing table. With one strong hand on my back he pushed me down until I was pressed against my empty table, still standing with my ass in the air. I wanted him badly, wanted him to just take me, so I slowly moved my wide hips from side to side. He reached around and undid my jeans, then yanked them down my hips. The air felt cool on my hot, wet pussy.

"There's that sexy ass. Goddamn, you look so hot bent over." He said, as I listened to the sound of him unbuckling his belt.

"You like that?" I moaned as his other hand caressed my ass. He grabbed my ass cheek, pushing hard against me, forcing me forward against the table. In a moment I could feel the head of his cock as it pressed against my pussy. His fingers joined it, spreading the wetness from my pussy all around. It felt so hot, bent over and fondled by him; I moaned as he did it.

"You are wet, aren't you, slut? What do you want me to do? I want you to tell me." He knew what I wanted, he teased me with that big cock as I ground my pussy against him. His broad cock head felt good just against me, wrapped in the vulva and almost penetrating me.

"I want you to fuck me..." I said quietly, desperate to feel him inside me. I tried to roll my hips backward and take the rest of his girth, but he pulled back slightly, teasing me further.

'A good slut would ask nicely, if that was what she wanted, don't you think?" I could hear him smiling as he said it. He pushed the head of his cock into me ever so slightly. It felt so good already.

"Please fuck me, please fuck my slut pussy sir!" I said more loudly, trying harder to push my self back on his cock.

"Good girl, good slut." He moved forward in one smooth motion, pushing 3/4 of his cock into me. God, he stretched me out so much, it felt so good. He was still almost more than I could handle. Even after all these years I struggle to take all of his cock in my pussy, and he knew to hold back or it could hurt me.

He moved slowly at first, rubbing my ass with one hand, tracing a path from where he would grab my hips to my full ass cheek. His other hand pressed down on my lower back, holding me steady as he forced his big cock into me, and pulled back with painful slowness. After a few strokes, he removed his hands.

"Move that ass for me, slut. Fuck me." I couldn't resist his order, although part of me wanted to try. The greater force was the pleasure I felt as I pushed myself back onto to him. I pushed my hands against the table, raising my head. My lips parted as I was taken by the pleasure every time I felt him slide deep inside me, the burning gratification building deep and hot.

"Yeah, that feels great. You're such a sexy little slut." He went back to caressing my hips, and as he did I threw myself back faster and harder. Still not all the way, but far enough that I began to feel the discomfort of it, the fullness of it a pleasant subtext to the imminent orgasm I felt building. After a few minutes of this, I could tell he was growing impatient, and although I enjoyed the feeling, what we both really wanted was for him to fuck me, as only he could and the deepest part of me craved. His caressing grip turned to iron on my hips, and he pushed me forward against the table again. I dropped my face to the table, a smile on my lips in anticipation of what was coming. He drew back until just his tip was inside me then pushed forward, hard, as far as I could take it. I cried out softly as he thrust into me.

"Is this what you wanted, slut? You like it when I fuck your slut pussy?"

"Yes!" I cried, my orgasm building as he fucked me hard. "Please don't stop! Fuck my pussy! I'm going to cum for you!"

He was fucking me at full speed now, deep and fast, and I was on the edge of cumming.

"I'm going to cum, deep inside you! Do want that cum, slut?" he growled while he thrust deep into me.

That was what I wanted.

What I craved.

And he knew it, he knew I needed it.

"Yeeesss Please cum in my slut puuusssy!" I cried out. We were both about to cum, and I was resolved to wait until I felt him filling me with his cum.

Back in my hot shower, my fingers deep inside my pussy, I was about to cum. My play list stopped abruptly, and my phone beeped, then beeped again. I groaned in disappointment; my fantasy had been interrupted and my curiosity kept me from returning to it. I quickly finished my shower, and after briefly drying myself, I checked my phone. My cheeks flushed as I read the messages from my husband.

"Hey Little Slut, are you horny without me there to fuck you?"

"Nvm, I know you are."

How did he know every time? Even thousands of miles away he somehow knew I was touching myself and thinking about his big hard cock. The thought made me even more aroused, and my hand pressed against my pussy through the towel.

"LOL, how do you always know?" I wrote to him.

"The truth is, I was just showering and playing with myself, thinking about you. I wish you were here to fuck me, I need you so badly."

"Ahh, poor horny slut lol. Did you cum while you thought of me?" I could picture him smiling down at me, he loved it when I admitted I needed him to fuck me.

"No, you interrupted me with your message, damn you. Do you want me to finish now? If you tell me to cum for you I will." I was really hoping he would play along and tell me to cum, I was so close from before that I felt like I would cum as soon as he said it.

"No, don't you dare. I want you wet and so horny you can't control yourself."

"Go pour yourself a drink, then let me know when you have."

I was ahead of him there too, so I went back to my bedroom, sat down and had a drink. I was disappointed he didn't order me to cum, but I knew he wasn't done with me yet.

"Ok, I am buzzed and cozy. Can I cum now?" I asked again, already touching myself.

"No. Tonight is a special night. We've talked about this before, but tonight you finally get to live your fantasy."

I felt a cold shiver of nervousness. We had talked about a lot of things, fantasizing about many different scenarios, only some of which I had ever really considered living out. I trusted my husband, but he liked to push me out of my comfort zone. Before I could think of how to ask what he had planned he continued.

"I've arranged for you to have company tonight. A gym buddy of mine, his name is Frank, is coming to visit you in about 20 minutes. I want you to be a good host to my friend, share a couple of drinks, some conversation. Then I want you to let him fuck you and cum in your pussy."

I froze, that cold tension in my chest intensifying. It would be a lie to deny it, but the heat and tingling of my pussy grew as well. I had fantasized about this, about letting Alex share me with his friends. About letting another man touch me, enter me, fill me up, first with his hard cock, then with cum. My fingers found my pussy lips again and I had another drink while I considered whether this was something I could actually do.

"I know you're doubting. Doubting whether this is a good idea for us, doubting yourself, whether you can do it, satisfy another man. Have no doubt. I know how sexy you are, and it makes me want you even more to think of giving you to another man. He'll get to enjoy your beautiful body tonight, but you're my Little Slut for the rest of your life. Now, put on some sexy lingerie under a robe, do your make up, have a few drinks. Frank is on his way."

"I'm not sure I want to do this..." I typed, and I wasn't. Although maybe that wasn't true. I wanted to, but I was nervous about it, nervous about what it would mean to fuck another man for the first time in 20 years. Not to mention a stranger, someone I had literally never met!

"You say you aren't sure whether you want it, but I know you do. I know you're nervous. Frank is a good guy, you've met him once or twice, although not to talk to him. I picked him because he is respectful, younger than us and a bit inexperienced but a good guy. A good pick for your first time. However, if you really don't want to do it, I will call him and tell him that."

I was torn, seized with indecision. So horny, so turned on, but nervous as hell. I had another drink, and my phone beeped again.

"However, I want you to know that I want you to do this, my Little Slut. I want you to be as sexy as you can, as sexy as I know you are, to seduce him and fuck him, give him the night of his life and make him cum deep inside you. He'll think about you every time he jacks off for the rest of his life, Little Slut. I want you to do this for me, because you're my slut."

I took another drink. I made my decision, and my fingers shook a bit as I typed my response.

"Yes Alex, I'm your slut and I'll fuck him if you want me to. I'll go get ready."

"Good Girl! I've asked Frank to take some pictures, both for himself and to send to me. I know that makes you nervous, so let him use your phone. Send me the pictures and video, and you can share some with him if you want to. Enjoy yourself, Little Slut."

I set down my phone, took a deep breath and another drink. This night had taken an unexpected turn! I was still a bundle of nerves, although the scotch definitely helped with that. I was excited, too. As turned on as I had been in the shower and since, I could barely contain myself at this point. I squeezed my full thighs together, loving the feeling of pressure that barely scratched the itch of the almost uncontrollable urge I felt.

I went about my preparations, doing my makeup like my husband liked. Dark eyeshadow, mascara, deep red lipstick. He just loved the way is complimented my pale skin. I picked out some lingerie. I liked long flowing, barely there silk and sheer gowns. My husband preferred me in fishnet bodysuits or dresses, he said they showed off my curves better. It definitely drove him crazy when I wore them. Barely able to keep his hands off me while I danced for him, he would always fuck me harder when I wore them. I put on a thigh length fishnet dress, some low heels, and just as I was slipping into my robe there was a ding on my phone.

"Frank is at the door. Enjoy yourself, Little Slut!" The message from my husband sent shivers through me and butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was so wet I could feel it. I took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

I clutched my robe around me as I walked to the door. Self consciousness suddenly gripped me, and I wished the knee length robe was longer, that it covered the strappy heels I wore that were so inconsistent with my somewhat innocent bath robe. If it weren't for my make up and those shoes you might suspect that I was interrupted getting ready for bed. My hand shook slightly as I turned the doorknob.

I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised. The man I took to be Frank was shorter than my husband, no more than 6 feet tall, but heavily muscled. My husband had been lifting weights for a few years now, and was very strong, but many of his buddies were the heaviest lifters at the gym. Frank must be among them, with his wide, heavy-set shoulders, massive biceps and pecs under his skintight t shirt. I must have paused too long while I was checking him out, because he spoke first.

"Hello beautiful! My name is Frank." He had a deep voice, not as deep as my husbands but nice nonetheless, and I could see him checking me out as he spoke. "You must be Alex's wife. I think we met in passing once or twice, but truth be told Alex showed me some pictures and videos of you. I can't tell you how much I have been looking forward to tonight since he showed you to me and suggested this. May I come in?"

"Yes, sorry, please come in Frank." I opened the door further and moved aside. His large frame felt impressive as he moved past me, and the gentle smell of soap and cologne was nice as he went. My husband had good instincts for my tastes, no doubt there, although at the moment I wasn't inclined to think fondly of him. "You say he showed you pictures, and video?"

Frank chuckled.

"Yeah, a few times. Let's just say, for the moment at least, I've seen a lot more of you than you have of me."

I blushed as I closed the door.

"I know your name, of course, but Alex said that for tonight, I should call you slut. Is that ok with you?" He sounded slightly hesitant. I was still mildly upset with my husband. He liked to take pictures of me while he fucked me, and videos while I danced for him, but he had promised never to share them. And then to tell Frank to call me Slut... it almost seemed like too much. Except that hearing him say it turned me on and made me imagine what his cock would feel like as he fucked me. I turned to face him, my face flushed and my back against the door.

"Yes Frank, for tonight, I am your slut. If you want me?" I said it quietly, smiling slightly as I looked up at him at the end. He blushed too but smiled back.

"Hell yeah! You're unbelievably sexy, this is like a dream come true." I could finally see how young he was. Big men always seem older than they are, but Frank couldn't be more than 25. So young, impressionable, inexperienced... virile. I knew I would have to take the lead, at least to start with. I reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him behind me as I walked past him to the living room. Still holding his hand, I turned to face him. I almost chuckled at how young and nervous he looked.

"Why don't we have a drink. Do you want a beer, Frank?" He nodded. I brushed past him, making more contact than I had to as I went to the kitchen. "Have a seat on the couch, I'll be right back."

I grabbed my drink, and a cold beer, and headed back to the living room where Frank was sitting in the middle of the couch looking around. He was quite a big man. I sauntered over to him as best I could, set my drink down, and cracking open his beer I leaned over. Without a hand on my robe, he could see right down it, as I had planned. He took the beer without raising his eyes from my breasts. I sat down beside him, and grabbed my drink as well, letting my robe slip off my thighs revealing the bottom of my fishnet dress.

"So tell me Frank, how this came about. I know men talk at the gym, but I can't imagine the segue that got you from 'hey, I could use a spot' to 'do you want to fuck my wife'!" I smiled and touched his shoulder as I said it. I shifted and spread my legs, revealing more of my pale white thighs as the robe slipped aside. I could tell how nervous he was, and how excited, which, combined with the alcohol, made me less nervous and more excited.

"Haha, yeah, it was gradual but still seemed a bit strange to me at some points too. Alex would occasionally tell us stories about some of the kinky, sexy things you two would do. Don't be mad at him for it, all the guys talk about their girlfriends and wives, but he always had a way of making you seem so sexy. He could tell, I think, that I thought that. One day after our work out he mentioned that I seemed particularly interested when he talked about you dancing for him, and he asked if I wanted to see a picture of you." He seemed mildly embarrassed by the story, and admitting he was turned on by Alex's stories. I smiled at him so he knew I wasn't upset.

"What was I wearing in the picture?" I was stroking his shoulder now, my hand moving toward his thick neck.

"Not much! You had on a plaid skirt. I told him how sexy you looked, how much I love curvy women like you. He showed me a video of you dancing in that skirt, with no top on. You looked gorgeous and I told him that. Then he showed me a picture of you lying in bed, eyes closed with that skirt on. He explained that in that one he had just fucked you and cum in your pussy. By that point he could probably tell how hard I was. He laughed, and clapped me on the shoulder. I've thought about you in that skirt a lot since!"

At this point my left hand was on his neck, and I leaned forward to put my drink down on the coffee table. This let me lean in even closer to him as I sat back, my robe opened even more.

"From there it seemed natural for him to show me your pictures sometimes. One day he showed me a video where he called you Little Slut, and I told him I was surprised, because he obviously loves you a lot. He explained that it is a pet name, and although you are a slut, you're his slut and he loves you for being that too. He asked me if I had ever been with a woman who was a slut, who loved to get fucked. I told him that some of the women I had been with had enjoyed sex, definitely. I mean, I hope they all did, but some of them it was obvious. But I think they all would have been mad if I called them slut." He was looking down at my body now, so much of it exposed. I made eye contact and smiled, and I reached down and made a slow and deliberate show of pulling my rob open. It was barely tied, and offered little resistance. He swallowed and smiled when he saw what I was wearing under the robe.

"Goddamn, you look even sexier in real life. Eventually he mentioned that you and he roleplayed a fantasy where he fucks you with another guy, and he asked me if I had ever thought about fucking you. I had, honestly, quite a bit, and I told him so. Who wouldn't want to fuck you?" his eyes were glued to me, but his hands were clenched like he was still too nervous to touch me even though I was sitting in front of him in lingerie. He was very cute, like a big puppy dog. I leaned in, and kissed his lips, pressing my nearly naked body against his.

"You're pretty sexy yourself, Frank." I said between kisses. "I'm glad you came by tonight. You see, I am a slut, and with my husband out of town I have no one to keep me satisfied."

His arms finally wrapped around me and I shivered at the feeling of his hands on my back, then my hips, then my ass. I moaned as he grabbed my ass through my robe and pulled me against him. My pussy was on fire, but I wanted so much more of Frank than a make out session on the couch.

"You said you saw a video of me dancing for my husband, I'm not surprised he showed you that video, he loves it when I dance for him. Would you like it if I danced for you, Frank?" I kept kissing him as I asked, licking his lips gently between words. He tasted good, clean but different than my husband. One of his hands kept kneading my ass, but the other shifted around and grabbed my tit. I sighed as he did, it felt good. His hands were so strong, so different and new.

"Hell yeah, slut, I'd love to see you dance for me!" I slowly turned, and kissing him until I moved too far away, I stood up in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, I let my open robe slide first off one shoulder, then the other. As it fell to the ground his eyes roamed all over my body. I felt so sexy, on display for this man I had just met, the obvious lust on his face was reflected in my body as I looked back at his muscular frame. I couldn't wait to get his clothes off and feel his body pressed against mine. I reached down and grabbed his hands. He was a solid man, and there was no way I could have moved him, but he moved easily to his feet as I pulled. His hands slipped around my waist and fell to my ass. I tilted my head back and he leaned down to kiss me. This time his tongue was at my lips, and I opened my mouth, meeting it with mine. We kissed deeply, our tongues caressing each other, first in my mouth, then in his as I matched his energy. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close, and moaned a bit into his mouth.

Pulling away with some difficulty, I took his hand and led him to the stairs. He grabbed our drinks and followed. I walked ahead of him up the stairs, and looking back I confirmed that he couldn't take his eyes off my ass. I let my hips sway, aware of the effect that had on my already ample ass. I took his hand again as I lead him into our bedroom.

"Why don't you have a seat over there? That's where Alex likes to sit while I dance for him. I'll put some music on." I loaded a playlist, and put on my favourite song while Frank settled into the chair. As big as he was he looked small compared to the man I usually saw there, and I had a moments pang of nervousness at the strange feeling. It felt like cheating, this strange man in the seat where my husband had often sat while I danced, naked or clothed in something even sexier. But it wasn't cheating, Alex had told me so many times he wanted to do this, to share me with another man. It was what he wanted, for me to be his slut, and in that moment I realized I was. I was his, his slut, a sexual being that would please him however he wanted. And Alex wanted his slut to fuck Frank. I started to dance for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off me as I swayed. I put my hands above my head and stretched as I danced, bringing them down and running them over my body. I saw him reach down and rub his cock through his pants as I grabbed my tits, cupping them and pushing them up. I played with my nipples and they grew hard, poking through the mesh fabric I wore. After a minute of this, I turned away so he could see my ass. I slowly bent over, lowering my hands to the ground. I could hear him groan. From this position he had a full view of my ass, my legs, and my hot, very wet pussy. I'm sure it glistened in the light from the lamp, I was so wet. I loved hearing that groan; I knew that he could barely stop himself from grabbing me right there. I had had enough of dancing and so had he. We both needed more. I turned to him and smiled.

I dropped slowly to my knees.

Smiling and making eye contact, I crawled sensually across the floor to his chair. I brought my face close to his crotch. I could feel the heat radiating from his hard cock.

"Did you like my dance?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"Fuck yes, you are such a curvy, sexy slut!" he reached out and touched my hair, my face.

"Then can I please suck your cock, Frank?" I asked, still smiling slightly. His hands were shaking slightly as he quickly unbuckled his belt, and my hands joined his as we worked to get his pants down and free his cock. Finally it popped free. It was a nice cock, probably 6 inches long and hard as a rock. Not nearly as big as my husbands, but the difference was intriguing and had both my mouth and pussy wet in anticipation.

"Here, take my phone. You wouldn't want to forget to take some pictures to send to my husband. You should return the favour."

With a shiver of anticipation I grabbed his cock, the first one I had held other than my husbands in 20 years. It felt wonderfully hard and soft, familiar and new at the same time. I leaned in and licked him from base to tip. He groaned in pleasure and leaned his head back. I opened my mouth and took the head in, swirling my tongue around it as I did.

It was wonderful, exciting in its newness. The taste was different, almost sweeter than I was used to, but the intoxicating musk of cum that I loved was still the same.

"God, you're a fantastic cock sucker, slut." I could hear him taking pictures with my phone. As he did, I bobbed my head, sucking more of his delicious cock into my mouth with each movement. I went as far as I could, but he wanted more and so did I.

He put his hand on my head, and grabbing my hair, he pushed me down on his cock. I opened as wide as I could and let him. My pussy felt so wet; I truly do love to be used, and being used by a stranger made me wetter than ever. I lifted my head off, and he pushed it back down. We kept this up, and as I went, I drooled all over his hard shaft. Finally, he got too carried away and pushed me down so hard I gagged. He quickly let go.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" he said

"No, no, don't worry. It happens sometimes. I don't mind... In fact, I like it when you use my mouth." I smiled at him, tears in my eyes, lips wet and nipples hard, and he smiled back.

"Fuck, you really are a slut. Open up slut!" and he grabbed my hair again, sliding his cock in my mouth. He was much more eager this time, and every third stroke he would force his cock so deep in my mouth I would gag. As he did, I put one hand one my breast, groping at my full, round tits, and the other went straight to my pussy. God, was I wet. I played with my pussy while he forced me up and down on his cock. My eyes were watering from how rough he was being, but I was already on the edge of cumming. He pulled my head back and his dick slipped out of my mouth. He has the camera pointed at me and he was obviously recording as I gasped to catch my breath.

"Tell me how much you enjoyed that, slut!" he demanded.

"I loved having my mouth fucked, but I really need my pussy fucked. I need it so bad. Please fuck me, Frank!" I pleaded with him, my fingers still moving in my pussy. I struggled to my feet, and he let go of my hair as he did. I went over to the bed and laid down on my back, spreading my legs wide.

"My pussy needs your cock. Please." He stood up quickly and stepped out of his pants. He took off his shirt as well, and walked over to the bed, hard cock jutting out in front of him. He paused for a moment, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. Hooking his arms under my legs, he shifted me to the middle of the bed. He was so strong, he moved me like it was nothing. I spread my legs wide and reached down to grab his hard cock as he moved between my thighs.

He leaned down and kissed me, forcing his tongue in my mouth like his cock had been moments before.

"Please fuck your slut, Frank!" I gasped as he broke the kiss. I pulled him toward me and guided him in. once I could feel the tip of his cock against me, his eyes went wide, and his muscles clenched. He slammed the whole length into me. I hadn't been able to manage my husband's entire cock like that, but it felt good to feel his rock-hard hips against me. He held still then, all six inches forced deep inside me, and I rolled my hips, grinding against him as I moaned.

"Goddamn you have a tight little pussy, slut." He drew back slowly and slammed back into me. I cried out softly as he did, my hands grabbing the sheets beside us for leverage. Again he fucked into me, hard. It felt like he was going to fuck me off the bed, and I grabbed the sheets even tighter, pushing back.

"Fuck me hard Frank, your big cock feels so good, I'm going to cum all over you!" I cried, and he picked up speed. He was pounding me now, the steady slap of his hips and balls against me was a delicious contrast to the pleasure of his cock deep inside me. I love to cum as my husband unloads in my pussy, so much so that I rarely cum before him, but I had been so aroused all day I didn't think I could stop the orgasm that was rushing toward me. The pressure built quickly inside me as he fucked me again and again.

"Oh my god Frank, I'm going to cum!" I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his muscular ass as I gasped out the words. He grabbed my hands, and with shocking strength forced my arms up and pinned my wrists to the bed above my head. He pulled almost all the way out of me and stopped, smiling down at me. I whimpered at the interruption as my orgasm beckoned at the edge of sensation.

"Not yet, slut. You can't cum until I am ready to fill you with my first load." First load, I thought. I had forgotten how young and virile he was. My husband loved to fuck me again after filling my cunt with cum, but as he was 44 it wasn't always the case. Still, it was nearly torture being so close and feeling his cock against me, wanting to cum and needing him to fuck me.

"Please, fuck me, fill up your slut. I need your cum." I started to roll my hips toward him, taking a couple of inches inside me each time. A look of pleasure crossed his face, but he shook his head and pulled back, kneeling between my pale thighs.

"Then get on your knees, ass toward me, and you can show me how much you want my cum." I nearly leapt up to do as he said, and flipping so my hands and knees were on the bed I pushed my ass back toward him eagerly to find that nice, hard cock again. He chuckled at my efforts to have him fill me again.

"Hold on, slut, not so fast." I could feel his hands on my hips, but I couldn't tell what he was doing until I felt his tongue in my pussy. I gasped and moaned. Alex loves to eat my pussy, especially loves to lap up my juices as I cum, but I don't normally let him as I am eager to have him fuck me instead, but I was so horny now I craved any sort of stimulation. When I felt his tongue at my entrance, I pushed back to try to fuck any part of him I could get inside me. I groaned when instead he moved his tongue all around, licking my pussy lips, teasing my clit, but never going deep inside me. It felt good, he might even make me cum if he keeps going, but it isn't what I wanted.

"Oh, that feels good, but please fuck me! I am a slut, your slut for the night, and a slut needs cock." I turned back to look at him as he raised his head, and with a pouting look I continued. "Please, sir. Fuck me. I need that cock."

He straightened, and as soon as he did, I rushed back and had him inside my wet pussy to the hilt in one motion. I moaned loudly, and started to fuck him, deep, hard strokes, pulling all the way forward until just the tip was in place, then slamming back in one smooth motion. He groaned out load, and grabbed my hips with one hand. Through the haze of pleasure, I looked back and saw he was recording me as I fucked myself onto him. I wanted to be a good slut for him, and for my husband.

"Oh my god, I love that cock. It fills me so well, so deep. I want your cum, Frank. I want your cum deep inside me!" His hand moved from my hip to my long brown hair, and his fingers dug deep to my scalp. He grabbed my hair roughly and yanked me back. My back was arched as I held still, my full ass hard against his hips. My mouth was open, a silent scream frozen on my lips. I loved having my hair pulled, and his strong, sure hands felt just right. I could feel his cock swell inside me, and then he was fucking me, as hard as I have ever been fucked. I could only stay frozen, braced against the force, until finally the cry escaped my lips.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me like a slut, Frank!" my orgasm was building fast, it was going to overwhelm me any second, and as I cried out those words Frank slammed into me one last time and held himself there. My orgasm hit me with the first wave of his cum, and mounted and rose with each blast I felt inside me. It was overwhelming, having been waiting to cum all day, and when he was done and let go of my hair, I collapsed forward, quivering and shaking, close to passing out.

I could hear him breathing heavily as he pulled out, and I could feel some of his cum leaking out of me. He forced my legs apart and took a picture of my cum soaked pussy. I could feel his fingers as they explored me, dipped inside me. I was filled with his cum, wet and slick. I had cum like a freight train but with his fingers in me I knew I wanted more. I moaned so he would know how good it felt.

I felt him shift his weight, and for a moment I thought he was going to just plunge back into me and continue, but he got off the bed. I turned and watched through half lidded eyes as he crossed the room and grabbed his beer. He took a drink and turned, leaning against the dresser as he stared at my sprawled, fucked form.

"You certainly don't disappoint, slut. I have been fantasizing about fucking you for weeks, and so far it has been even better than I imagined." I smiled from the bed and blushed at the compliment.

"You're no slouch yourself, that was a hell of an orgasm. Are you... done with your slut for the night?" I was daring him to say yes but begging him to say no. He just chuckled; he knew which option I wanted.

"Not yet." He said simply. He walked over to the far side of the bed, where my head rested close to the edge. I watched him as he moved, admiring his muscular form. As he stood over me, he wrapped his fingers in my hair again and bent my head back. Anticipating his need, I pushed myself closer to the edge of the bed.

"Open your mouth, slut." He said it almost gently, but I knew he would not be gentle. I opened, locking my eyes to his as I did. His cock was still half hard, covered in our cum, as he slid it into my mouth. I relished the taste and sucked him in, licking him clean. I sucked on his head, swirling my tongue around him again and again. He grew hard quickly, and his fingers tightened in my hair as he began to move in and out. I lay there, still in post orgasmic bliss, while he fucked my mouth. I looked into his eyes and I could see his lust building. After a couple minutes of this, he was fucking me as deep as he could, I was gagging slightly every few strokes which really turned me on. My hands moved to my body, I was playing with my nipples with one hand and stroking my cum soaked pussy with the other.

This must have turned him on, because he picked up speed. I moaned as I felt him swell. He wasn't trying to last this time, he wasn't teasing me. He was using me, using my mouth to cum. I moaned at the thought and sucked him even harder. His cock swelled, and the first spurt of cum went right into the back of my mouth. Then he groaned and pulled out, taking his cock in his fist, he sprayed my face, painting me with his cum. My fingers were deep in my pussy and I was close to cumming again. as he finished cumming on my face I knew I wanted him to use me again. I wanted to cum on his young virile cock again. When he was finished, he rubbed his cock head on my lips one more time, spread his cum on them, and stood panting. I licked my lips and smiled up at him.

"That was perfect, Frank. But now I need more cum for my pussy." I ran my finger through the cum on my face and sucked it into my mouth as I finished speaking. His cock, still half hard, twitched as I did. I opened my mouth, and reaching for his legs I pulled him back toward me. I sensually suckled on his half hard cock. This time it took almost 5 minutes to get him fully hard, and when he was he reached for my hair again, but I pulled away this time. Frank really liked my mouth, but I had other plans.

"ah ah, not this time stud. I need that cock in my pussy. Lay down, and let your cum soaked slut ride you." He smiled at the idea and his cock leaped in agreement. I got up and moved to the side, kneeling on the bed. I could feel the cum running down my thighs and my chin, but I didn't care. He lay down, his head on my husband's pillow. I moved toward him and threw one curvy leg over his muscular frame. Even though he was large, he was still not as big as my husband, and this was another position where his smaller cock might come in handy. Straddling him, I lined his cock up with my pussy and rolled my hips in circles with just the head inside me. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts as I continued to tease him.

"do you like feeling that wet slut pussy on your big, hard cock? Am I a good slut for you?"

"Fuck yes, you're unbelievable, I doubt I will ever meet another woman as sexy as you have been tonight. You're the best slut I can imagine!" The lust in his eyes and the twitch of his hips as I teased his hard cock convinced me he was sincere. I liked Frank, he was a good kid with a good cock. I smiled down at him and slammed my hips down in one smooth motion, completing our connection. He was so deep inside me it was amazing, and I could tell he agreed as he groaned and tightened his rough grip on my tits. I alternated grinding my hips in a circle before lifting up and then slamming back down again. It felt so good with my pussy already slick with cum and more cum on my face. I was close to cumming again from the feeling and the knowledge that I really was a slut. Not just that I enjoyed acting slutty for the man I loved, the man I married and was devoted to. I was his slut, no doubt there, I would never do this if he didn't want me to, but I knew now that I was a slut at my core. It turned me on to be wanted, to be fucked and cum in, to be used for the pleasure of a man I had just met. I had opened the door to pandora's box, and my future inside was filled with cum.

"God Frank, you feel so good. My pussy is on fire with your cock in me. Will you cum for me, Frank? Will you fill me up again?" I picked up my pace, hammering my hips in a staccato rhythm on his hard cock. The friction was amazing, perfect, his rough hands wonderful, and the expression of dazed lust on his face exactly what I wanted. I was on the edge of cumming, I just needed him to cum in me again, to give me what I wanted.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum! Such... a... good... SLUT!" his hands shifted to my hips and he forced himself deep inside me, I could feel his cock twitching and spurting in the deepest part of my pussy. I groaned, and froze, seized by another orgasm. My legs clenched and strained, and after 20 seconds of bliss I collapsed on Frank's chest, still shaking occasionally with the waves of pleasure passing through me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me, still inside me. He stroked my back gently.

"That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that. I'm going to remember this night for the rest of my life. I honestly doubt anything will ever compare."

I lifted my head and turned my cum covered face toward his. Resting my head in my hand I smiled.

"You're sweet, Frank, and as you're the first man I've fucked, other than Alex, in 20 years, I can promise you tonight was just as memorable for me. But it probably doesn't have to be the last time; we'll have to talk to Alex but once he hears how well his slut fucked you, I'm sure he'll want us to see each other again."

But my mind was reeling between possibilities. Maybe he wouldn't, and I would never get to fuck another man again. I would be fine, Alex would fuck me as often as I wanted. But more likely he will want me to fuck someone else. Of course, maybe Alex would want to fuck me with Frank. My pussy clenched in excitement as I considered all the new possibilities.

"I hope you're right, I would love to do that again. For tonight, I better take a few more pictures and then leave. That was what he told me to do."

"Of course, makes sense, we should play by the rules." I said it with a faint smile. I saw now that although I had power over young Frank, Alex held the real power. I was his slut, and both Frank and I knew that without his permission this would be the last time we fucked. Frank would do whatever it took to fuck me again. I slowly lifted myself off him and lay beside him on the bed. He slowly sat up and got out of bed. He grabbed his phone and when he turned back he froze. I lay there, my legs spread, hair fanned out around me. My face was covered in cum, as were my thighs, my pussy was leaking and my pubic hair was matted with it. I was a mess, but I could see that Frank thought I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I smiled at him, and he raised the phone and took picture after picture. I closed my eyes, imagining Alex, not looking at the pictures, but standing above me, looking down at my messy body. He would run his fingers through my hair, and smile.

"You are such a good girl. Such a wonderful, obedient Little Slut. I could not love you more."

When I opened my eyes, Frank was gone. I must have drifted off to sleep, and, gentleman that he was, he didn't want to wake me. I was cold, wet and messy. I needed a shower, badly.

As I roused myself to get to the washroom, my phone beeped. I grabbed it, and there was a notification from Alex. I opened it, and first there was a picture, my obviously sleeping face, fully relaxed, drenched in Frank's cum, followed by a message.

"My perfect, obedient Little Slut. I see Frank helped with your make up. I think you made a friend for life. Know that I love you, with all my heart, possibly more now than ever. I can't wait to see you again and claim your pussy again. Goodnight, my love, my Slut."

I was spent, so completely tired, but even after everything, my pussy tingled at the thought of Alex's big cock claiming his slut again.