Brandi - You're a Fine Slut Ch. 01

It was 2PM and I had just finished a super session with 2 guys that regularly use me.

After they left the bedroom, I put on a short satin robe and went to the bathroom to get a towel and wipe my facialized face. I had heard the front door close and knew they had left when I heard the door again. I came out of the bath, down the hall, held open my robe to expose my naked body and said 'Hey boys, back for more?' as I moved out of the hallway.

There stood my husband.

'What the...???' were my husband's words.

I closed my robe, froze, and stood silent.

'Who were those guys?'

I didn't say anything. I was thinking but coming up with nothing but the truth. No way to spin this.

'I fucking asked you a question.' Troy yelled, obviously fully understanding the situation.

I looked down.

'WELL!'

'Just some guys.' I said sheepishly.

'Oh, just some guys fucking my wife, is that it?'

I bit my lip. I was still coming up empty.

'Are you fucking kidding me? I'm working all day and you are fucking men all day, is that it? What a wonderful wife.' he added sarcastically.

I still did not move or respond.

'Are you going to say anything?' Troy said sharply but not quite as loud.

'No, you know what I did.'

'You fucking slut. How long has this been going on?' he asked with intensity in his voice returning.

I shrugged.

'Oh, too long to remember? Too many times to count? Wonderful.' again with the sarcasm.

I still said nothing.

'I am fucking serious, how long, a month?'

I nodded.

'Two months?'

I nodded again.

'Three, four, five.?' he kept on.

'Something like that.' I whispered.

'Jesus. What the hell?'

We stood in silence for a minute until Troy cooled just a bit.

'So explain. What does this mean? We're done, you moved on but forgot to tell me?'

My turn.

'Honey, I won't lie. I've not lied to you before but I haven't been open about my... um... activities. But here's the truth.' I started.

'I have been having sex with those men, and actually other men too. I am addicted to sex, I need it and crave it all the time. It's not that you aren't satisfying, it's that I need it a lot.' I continued. Troy seemed to not be coming unglued but rather processing what I said.

'I make love to you. I have sex with other men. There's a big difference. I love you, I care about you, making love with you is incredible, you are incredible. I have sex with men I don't care about. I may not know their names. I don't care what they think, I don't care if I see them again. It is carnal enjoyment, pure sex for pleasure, mine and theirs.'

Troy moved to the sofa and sat down. I moved to a chair facing him.

'I don't blame you if you are furious with me. I was going to tell you months ago. Remember that time when we had made love and were lying in bed and I asked if you ever fantasized about me being fucked by another man?'

He looked up. 'Yea, I remember, we were both drinking and I thought that was the liquor talking, not a true confession.'

'I know honey, I was too weak to keep the conversation going, I should have told you. I can't take back what I've done, in fact, I won't take it back. It's who I am. I should have told you long ago, for that I'm sorry. But I'm not sorry for being a slut. I can't help it.'

Troy shook his head. He was calming to some extent, processing this new reality.

'So where did you meet these guys?'

'Online.' I answered, keeping my information sharing brief as to not spark more fury.

'So you get online and say "hey come fuck me, my husband is at work"?'

'Honey, it's not exactly like that but, well, I guess the result is the same. I meet the guys and then it goes from there.'

'What do you mean meet them? They were here.'

'Like I said, I've been seeing these guys a while, so it progressed to their coming here. It's all anonymous, at least at the start.'

'So who are these guys?'

'I don't know their names, they say they are John, but every one of the guys they bring is John, so, well you know, that's not their name. They're just my Johns.'

'Guys they bring?'

'Usually it's the 2 guys you saw, but sometimes a different guy is with one of them or they bring another guy along too.'

'Jesus, you are a fucking whore.'

I didn't say anything, he was right.

'So what other guys are your regular customers?'

They aren't customers but I didn't' want to argue. I continued to answer truthfully.

'Nobody. All my other encounters are random and one-time deals. Occasionally we'll repeat, if it was particularly good, but I don't want to risk starting a relationship. Not that I would get romantic, but maybe a guy would and create trouble.'

'So why do these Johns get to use you on a regular basis?'

I put my hands about a foot apart and said, 'They have huge cocks.'

There I said it. Hopefully the truth doesn't hurt too much.

'You are fucking kidding me.' Troy shook his head. 'So I'm not big enough for you.'

'Honey, no, you are perfect. When you are inside me, making love to me, it takes me places nobody else can. When I'm having raw sex, their cocks bring me pleasure, when I'm making love, I want you.'

Again with the head shaking.

'I want to know the details. Take me through it.'

'What? I don't think we should Troy. You know what I'm doing, I fuck guys, it's pretty simple.'

'No I want details, tell me.'

Troy started getting more angry, so I stopped resisting.

'Well, I meet a guy and we get a room or have one already set and... '

'No, I mean these guys, today, tell me exactly what went down today!'

'OK. I have a... routine, I guess, with the Johns. They know I am married so we only meet on weekdays and for an hour, to reduce the risk, you know of being caught.'

'How'd that work out for you.' again with the sarcasm.

'Pretty good until today.' I said way too quickly.

'Fuck you.'

'I'm sorry. Oh fuck, I'm sorry. Should I continue?'

'Yea slut, every fucking detail.'

I regained my composure.

'So we use What's app. They send a message. It will say "1:00 +1", which means John will be here at 1 o'clock and bring 1 more guy. I send a thumbs up if it's OK.'

'Have you ever replied with a thumbs down?' more sarcasm. I decided to ignore it.

'So I replied thumbs up today, it was about 11AM. I showered and washed my hair.'

STORY INTERMISSION

I need to paint a picture of myself for proper imaging. My name is Brandi (which my husband shortens to Bran), I am 5' 6" tall and have very dark brunette hair color. My hair is long, about half way down my back, and thick. I pull the front strands back to a ponytail and let the sides and back hair flow. I always put in a curl to enhance the body. Speaking of body, I am a full figured woman, not fat, I work at keeping my weight under control. It's easy for me to slip but for the past few years I believe I am rather voluptuous. I have very large breasts and a robust ass, with strong thighs, but a trim waist, little belly fat, no rolls. For certain my body type is more Kim Kardashian than Olivia Dunne. Lots of curves. I started working out recently to tone my abs. No results yet, but I know it takes time.

BACK TO THE STORY

'I blew out my hair, curled it and oiled my body. Not greasy oil, just enough to be smooth. I decided to go full naked today, no garter or undressing with the men.'

I stopped. Troy looked up.

'Is this what you want, every move?'

'Yes, keep going.'

'OK, so it was about 15 minutes until 1 when I was ready. I unlocked the front door and went in our spare bedroom. I pulled down the covers and put them on the chair and waited.'

I paused again. Troy had his head down and I think was envisioning me sitting there naked, waiting for my Johns.

'The guys showed up and came in the front door. If it's unlocked, they know they can just come in, no standing out there. I yelled for them to come back, they know their way to the bedroom. When they came in I got up, it was my 2 regular guys. They started undressing so I walked over to them. Once naked, John 1 pushed down on my shoulder, meaning I should get on my knees and warm them up. So I got down and took each cock in my hands. They were not hard so I started sucking them, you know, giving a blowjob. Their cocks are so big I can hold the shaft and still have plenty to take in my mouth, so that's what I did. When I switched from one to the other, I would stroke the cock I just left, you get the picture, right?'

I paused, Troy had his head down still.

'Troy, are you sure you want to hear this?'

'When I want you to stop, I'll tell you. I want to know what kind of slut you are.'

'OK. So I kept at it for maybe 5 minutes. They started holding my head and pushing their cock in and out of my mouth, like a face fuck, you know. Then John 1, I think, pushed into my throat. I can take it and I did, no gag as I knew it was coming. He fucked in and out of my throat a few times then turned me over to John 2. John 2 did the same. John 1 got on the bed. He propped up the pillows at the headboard and laid on his back. John 2 finished with my mouth and walked toward the bed. I got up and knew what to do, they didn't have to say anything. I got on the bed and straddled John 1. I was wet but not ready for his size cock yet so I started grinding on his cock to arouse myself. I moved up and put my tits in his face for him to play. He moved a hand to my pussy to get me plenty wet. It worked, I rode back down, reached for his cock and inserted it inside me. I started riding him.'

Troy had his eyes closed. He wasn't angry, and I thought maybe he was getting aroused. I continued.

'John 2 got the anal lube and... '

'Got the anal lube, what? Where?' Troy interrupted.

'It's in the nightstand, I keep it there and they know.'

Troy nodded his head.

'So anyway, he lubed up and told me to stop riding so he could insert. I did and he did, pushing that big ass cock into my big ass. Is that what you want to hear.'

'You're painting a clear visual. Keep going.'

'The guys really like this position for DP, and I do too, so it went on for quite a while. They were fucking me really hard, and I was letting them know I was loving it. My moans and sometimes dirty talk encouraged them to go harder and to not stop.'

If Troy wanted the details, he was getting them all now. I was now certain he was getting off on 'watching' 2 big cock men use me.

'It got more and more intense, I expected them to cum any second, I had already orgasmed. Suddenly John 1 stopped and tapped me on the side. He had done it before, I knew he wanted a break as to prolong the experience. John 2 pulled out and I got off John 1. John 1 rolled over and got on his knees, while John 2 pulled me on my side and re-entered my ass. He started fucking my ass hard again. John 1 pulled my head up and shoved his cock in my mouth. He was holding me by my hair and fucking my mouth. This continued a long time until John 1 said "ready". John 2 pulled out and I knew to get on my back and wait for them to jerk off on my face. They both put their cocks at my face and started stroking, until they blew their loads on me. Both guys shoved their spent cock in my mouth for a last suck.'

I stopped. The rest was them leaving so I waited for Troy reaction.

'You're basically a porn flick in real life.'

I nodded.

'Is that cum in your hair?'

I nodded again.

Troy got up and walked over to me. I was still sitting in the chair. He unzipped his pants and he had an erection. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. He held my head as he relentlessly fucked away. His cock entered my throat, he held me on his stomach and thrust as deep as he could over and over. He had never done this.

'You like that slut, don't you?'

No answer required, and my mouth was too busy to speak anyway.

He pulled out and jerked himself, then blasted my face with a massive load. I didn't flinch or resist, multiple streams landed on my face and in my hair, it dripped down to my chin and boobs and ran down my neck.

'Fucking whore.' Troy commented as he slapped my face with his still rock hard cock. I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock back in, hard and deep. He held my head and thrust in and out a few times.

When he was done, he zipped up, said 'I'm going to the bar.' and left.

I had no idea where our marriage would be, come the next day. It was after 11PM and Troy was still out. I had showered and put on a loose t-shirt and nothing else. If he wanted me again, I would be easy to access. I thought that his getting an erection when I described the session was a good sign. It turned him on to envision me fucking other men. Maybe we could work through this. I eventually went to bed near midnight.

Troy got home within 30 minutes of me going to bed. He undressed and climbed in.

He smelled of liquor but didn't seem sloppy drunk.

'Hi honey. Did you get lucky?'

I was hoping he would find a slut to fuck and sort of make us even.

'I'm not the whore, you are. Get on your stomach.'

I did what he said and watched him pull out the anal lube. He must have gotten it before coming to bed. He positioned himself behind me and I heard him squirting it on his cock. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He put his cockhead right at my rectum.

'Yea, you're good at this. Look at you spreading, begging for a cock up your ass you fucking whore.'

With that, he drove his cock into my ass and I screamed. He was hard as a rock and started vigorously punishing my anal tunnel. Deep and hard. Over and over for minutes and minutes.

'You like that slut, you fucking love it.'

He was getting off calling me a whore and slut, each time he did his thrust was a bit harder.

He was ready and pulled out.

'Roll over.'

I did and was on my back. He moved up to my face and put his cock at my mouth. I pulled my head up and sucked him in.

'Yea, slut, suck your ass juice off my cock.'

He grabbed me by the hair and pushed himself into my mouth and throat and then ejaculated. I had no choice but to have him cum in my mouth, but I would not resisted anyway. He stayed in my mouth thrusting until he was spent.

He pulled out, rolled to the side, then laid back on the bed, exhausted, breathing hard.

'Swallow that load, whore.'

I didn't move, I was still on my back, my eyes watering, my mouth open, gasping for air, but still with his load in my cheeks. I closed my mouth and swallowed. Within minutes Troy was asleep.

The next day Troy dressed for work without a word. He didn't seem mad, he just didn't say anything or even look at me. He was headed to the door when he turned.

'Don't fuck anyone today, let's talk when I get home.'

'OK, I promise.' I replied.

That evening Troy came home and I was dressed in a tight top with no bra, and a mini skirt with no panties. Not my usual outfit, but if he wanted to have me, I wanted it to be obvious I was ready. Instead, he sat down and started the conversation.

'So I've been thinking. I'm not mad, I got turned on thinking about you with other men. I'm going to try to accept it, but you have to do one thing.'

'Anything honey, you know that.'

I was in relief and actually amazed he was being agreeable, I'd do anything to have my slutting out in the open and still have my marriage.

'I want to watch.'

'What? How? I don't know honey, those guys aren't going to be cool with that. Besides, I think they like fucking me without you knowing, you know, like their stealing your wife with their big cocks.'

'Well they are, aren't they?'

I didn't respond.

'How about this, the extra bedroom, your fuck parlor, has a closet. I go in there and crack the slider enough to see. They won't know.'

There was no use arguing. If it blew up in our face, if they hear him or whatever, we'll just see what happens.

'OK, but you are working when we have sex.'

'That's your problem, get them here this weekend.'