Brandi - You're a Fine Slut Ch. 03

It's been almost 2 months since my husband, Troy, discovered I was cheating on him. Well, not just that, he discovered I was a raging slut, who was addicted to sex and was not going to stop, even for the marriage.

His accepting it came as somewhat of a shock to me, and I admit, I am still adjusting to the reality. It was bizarre to have him watch me be used by 3 men, he still talks about it, but now he's wanting details of all my hook ups. It's liberating to be out in the open about my whoring, but it... well, it's just different.

Sex life with Troy has had a significant growth spurt, pun intended. He loves that I'm a dirty slut and constantly wants to use me in ways that he has learned other men do. That part of the openness is great. But somehow the sex with random men has slightly diminished in excitement. When it was my secret, when I was the cheating slut wife, when I took part in that forbidden pleasure, it was somehow more exciting. Now when I even be think about having a session, I wonder what I will tell Troy, can I get the guy to do something nasty so Troy gets off, suddenly my mind is cluttered instead of me just meeting a dude to suck a cock or have a fuck session.

I'm not complaining, but I am adjusting.

The Johns continue to use me on a regular basis, but my random hook-ups have diminished as my online inquiries dropped off. Lucky for me, Troys increased desire for raw sex satisfied my immediate needs.

I think Troy is restless and still digesting the reality of his having a slut wife, not that he needs to come to grips with it, that ship sailed, he loves it. But he's wants to be more participatory. He wants the detail of every encounter, he loves hearing how I am drilled or how my throat is reamed, and always fucks me hard after the tale, and sometimes during. He wanted me to allow him to watch the Johns again, but I refused, it was just too risky. If he breathes too hard or they randomly open the closet, it probably all falls apart. The Johns have the biggest cocks I've ever experienced, and I wasn't about to mess up that. I'm their fuck toy, their cum dump, and it was going to stay that way.

One night, while Troy was fucking me, I was sharing how the Johns had used.

'I was holding the headboard while he was pounding my ass. I begged him to fuck me harder, "Oh baby, fuck my ass, give it to me".'

At that Troy, who had picked up the pace, blew his load and dumped inside my pussy. I had not climaxed yet, I guess I turned Troy on too fast with the visual.

We laid in bed after, Troy telling me how great I am at both fucking and describing fucking, but it was too early for sleep. We were in bed for sex, so we were just lying there. I let out an involuntary deep sigh.

'That was heavy, what's wrong?' Troy asked.

'Oh, um nothing.' I replied.

'Didn't sound like a nothing.'

I remained quiet. I was frustrated. The Johns hookups were great but frankly starting to get too predictable. I wanted to be used by strange men that made me pleasure them in ways I couldn't anticipate. How could I explain that to Troy?

'Hey Bran (Troy shortens Brandi to Bran), talk to me. You're preoccupied and will stay that way until you tell me, so let's have it. Besides I want your full attention for our second round.'

I was thinking, staring straight up at the ceiling. Troy turned on his side facing me.

'Spill it.' he said.

'OK, please be cool with this, it's no indication about how great our sex is.'

'What? You know I'm good with your slut encounters, you're not going to make me feel like I'm not good enough.'

'Honey, I need new men, more men, more sex. My hookups are pathetic, old men wanting an afternoon delight. Other than the Johns, it isn't working and the Johns are even getting predictable.'

I paused.

'Is something wrong with me? I've got the Johns huge cocks drilling all my holes and you making sweet love to me on a regular basis, and I feel like I'm missing something.'

'Bran, you are a raging whore. That's not a criticism, it's just a fact. I can't explain or understand how you feel, but I can be sensitive to it and help you get satisfied. So let me help.'

'OK, but how?'

'When was your last update on the hookup site?'

'Update? What do you mean?'

'I mean when was the last time you updated your profile, you know, pictures, experiences, and stuff? You do keep it fresh, don't' you?'

'No, I never thought about it. I haven't changed anything since I entered it to begin with.'

'Honey, this is social media, in a week it's tired, old. You have to keep things fresh and new or nobody looks. How about I take a look and work it for you?'

Troy is "tech support" in our house. I work my phone just fine but have no interest in a computer or websites or any of that. I thought it was a good idea for him to take over.

'Yea honey, that would be great. Can I suck your cock now?'

'Give me a minute.'

Troy bounded from bed. He went to the office PC and got the site up to review my profile. I followed him and saw him looking through the site very extensively. It went on for at least 30 minutes as I took a seat and just watched. I had no idea what he was doing, maybe looking for his own hookup.

'OK Bran, we can do way better than this. I looked at a number of hot women on the site and their presentation is much more inviting than yours. Plus, you aren't giving away anything about your preferred hookups. You also say only weekday afternoons. I can make you the hottest babe on the site. Put on some lingerie; to start, we need new pictures.

'I was sort of thinking afternoons were best anyway, are you sure you want me out fucking while you are at home?'

'Sure, why not? You come back all full of man seed and I'll want to fuck you all night. How's that sound?'

Pretty good, actually. I figured if I expanded my availability things would certainly pick up.

'OK, if you're good with it. I'll leave it all up to you.'

With that I went and put on sexy lingerie, Troy took pictures of me in bed and around the house, some close-ups, some full body. He had big close-ups of my boobs and ass. I wasn't sure they should be on the site, but this was his call. The next day, when he got back from work, he spent 2 hours on the update and unveiled it to me.

The pictures were killer, very sexy and really screamed "come fuck me". The text was even more explicit. Without saying I want to get gang banged, Troy got the message across. "I like to party with lots of men", "I'm a free-spirit, ready to try almost anything", "I can be available most any time". If you are looking for sex, which the site was known for, it wasn't difficult to fill in the blanks about my desires. Then I saw the last bit, "Have significant other who is cool with my partying, loves to join in."

I wasn't so sure about that part.

'Hey honey, this looks amazing. I may be fending off the masses when this is goes live. Thanks.'

'Sure, I think you'll have a whole new set of opportunities.' Troy smiled knowingly.

'Um, this last part about, you know, you joining in. Um, we haven't talked about it. I mean I'm not sure that's a good thing to put out there.'

'Come on Bran, you gotta let me in on some of this. It doesn't have to be every time, of course not, but maybe you get a threesome arranged and see if I can come too. I can watch or join in, if they say no, you go anyway, but maybe we'll get some takers.'

I looked at him doubtful, he knew I was still going to resist.

'Please, please, please. You're making me beg to watch a group of men fuck you. How crazy is this?'

I laughed. 'Yea, I'm not normal. OK, OK, you've been such a good boy, you can have this.' I said with a smile.

He is a wonderful man, I couldn't be luckier. I went down and started sucking his cock.

The changes to the profile had the desired effect. I received multiple inquiries the first two days versus the couple that used to trickle in during a week. I had Troy look at all of them, do some research, what little you could do, and try to interpret the ask. With my involvement, he started doing the replies. He's really creative with wording and how to get a message across without being 100% direct. Nobody mentioned having my "significant other" join in, so we left that alone for the time being. Troy didn't say anything but I think he was disappointed I didn't' tell him to include it in the reply. I wanted the hookups to be all about me first. Maybe on a good one, I'd see if they want a second go at me and if Troy could join. At least that's what I thought could work.

We lined up a threesome for me before the week was out.

On Saturday morning, the day of my soiree, I decided to buy a new dress for the occasion. During the time since Troy found out about me, I had lost about 6 pounds. I watch my weight anyway, but I wanted to trim even more. With my large breasts and curvy ass, I could get thick in the middle and less attractive. I wasn't there, instead I was pretty well proportioned, but I wanted an even thinner waist. I lost about an inch, as my jeans would attest, so I was looking rather sexy. I think my boobs look even larger with a tiny waist and I wanted a sexy form fitting dress to prove it.

I bought a black sleeveless tube dress that was ultra short. I paired it with a heavy beaded necklace, large earrings, chunky heeled black low boots, just over the ankle, and put my hair in the dutch braid I am fond of. Troy said I looked extremely fuckable.

Off I went to the hotel. Yes, there was no mistake what we were meeting for, the arrangement was I was to meet in the bar of the hotel and I was certain the festivities would occur in a floor above.

I arrived and spotted the men at a table in the bar, I recognized one from the profile. I pulled up a chair as they stood.

'Aren't you a hottie.' the profile hookup man said.

'Thank you.' I replied.

'A drink?'

'Um, no I'm good.'

'OK, I'm Ted and he's Greg.'

'My friends call me Jen.' using the name in my profile as I put out my hands and touched both of theirs as a "handshake" substitute.

'So you're married?' Greg noticed my ring.

'Oh fuck, I forgot.' I didn't really forget, I like it when men know their getting another man's wife.

'So does hubby know you're here?'

I didn't answer.

'Are you guys married?'

'Bachelors our entire life. Never attached.'

'Mmmmm. That's nice.'

The guys were in their 40's, me being over 10 years younger. Never married and in their 40's, it's a high probability they have little regard for women, except to use them. Things were looking up.

'Do you want to go to the room now?' I figured this would get the topic off our personal lives.

'I love a cooperative gal.' Ted replied.

'It's why I'm here.' I smiled.

'Head on up to the room Greg, I'll settle up and meet you.'

Greg and I walked to the elevator. Once in, and alone, Greg started feeling me up. I put my hand down to his cock and started rubbing.

'Yea, you're gonna be fun, hottie.'

'Mmmm, I like being fun.'

When we got into the room, I moved to the nightstand and opened my clutch. I pulled out anal oil and placed it down.

'This might come in handy if you are fucking my ass.'

No reason to be subtle.

With that, Greg immediately pulled my tube dress down under my tits. I didn't wear a bra but I did have panties on. He started feeling my breasts and reached under my dress to my ass while I continued to stroke him.

'Your ass is gonna get a workout, babe.' he said as he slapped a cheek. "Good idea on the oil.'

The door opened and Ted entered. He closed the door. Greg spun me around in his arm to face Ted. I stood there topless and with my dress hiked up over my ass.

'Why do you still have your dress on?'

I skinnied out of my dress as the men undressed. I sat on the bed and started removing my ankle boots.

'No keep those on. I've never fucked a slut with those on. Looks sexy in a strange way.' Ted advised.

'Sure.' I said. I then pulled my panties down and maneuvered them past my boots. I sat on the edge of the bed ready for the boys.

Once they were naked waist down, they moved over to me. I hit the floor on my knees to service them as they finished removing their shirts.

Greg had a nice cock, circumcised with a pronounced helmet. I took him in my mouth as I reached for Ted's member. After enough warmup on Greg to feel him growing in my mouth, I moved to Ted. Ted's cock was not circumcised, which was unusual for me. Troy, the Johns, and most of my hookups have been. I was very adept at working a helmet in my mouth and tickling it with my tongue for maximum pleasure. But the foreskin of an uncircumcised man is mesmerizing to me. I worked his cock in my hand and used my tongue to play with him. I love the texture and looseness of the skin as it glides in my mouth and hand.

I moved between the men, tasting the slight salt and savoring the raw smell. I was getting very wet. The exhilaration of having 2 cocks in your hands and mouth, 2 cocks you've never had before, two cocks from men you just met, never gets old. I could feel myself dripping and my thighs becoming moist.

As I aroused the men, their hands became more active. At first guiding my action by placing it on the back of my head and moving with my motion. As things intensified, holding my head and thrusting into my mouth became common as I swapped between the cocks.

I was loving the action and thinking this is what I was looking for, this is what I need, hoping they would reward me with an eruption in my mouth to show their appreciation. But Ted pulled out.

'Get up on the bed.' he told me. 'Sit.'

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Greg got on the bed and pushed me back, so I was lying on my back. He straddled my stomach.

'Hey, hand me that oil on the stand.' Greg said to Ted.

Ted picked it up and read the label and handed it to Greg.

'Good thinking, Jen.' Ted said as he knelt and spread my legs.

Greg poured some oil on my cleavage and then rubbed it in and around his cock. I pushed my tits together anticipating a titty fuck. As he was sliding his cock into my boob abyss, Ted went down on me.

He was fast and forceful, no foreplay. I was already very wet as he dove 2 fingers inside me and licked my clit. He then put his thumb on my clit and worked it while inserting his tongue and fingers from his other hand in my vagina. He was not gentle, and I screamed, two parts pain, one part delight.

'Hey, give me that oil.' Ted said to Greg who was now humping away on my babs.

He stopped, reached down and handed it back to Ted, then reinserted his cock and started fucking again. Ted oiled his fingers and inserted one in my anus. He now was playing with my clit with his tongue and had multiple fingers from both hands in my pussy and rectum.

'Ahhhh, Ohhhh, fuckkkkkkkk.' I stuttered as an animal reaction took control. My sounds of pleasure and despair only encouraged Ted to be more aggressive, and my reactions reciprocated.

Greg pulled out of my tits and up to my mouth where he shoved his cock in and grabbed my head to pull him in deeper. He then pushed down and started fucking my mouth hard, my head pinned to the mattress. I was about to orgasm. Having the men use, even with the discomfort, was so arousing I could feel the orgasm wave beginning to rise.

Ted stopped, stood up, and said, 'Pull her up.'

Greg got off. I had been so close to an orgasm, I was disoriented. They pulled me back into the sitting position. Each man sat on either side of me, I reached down and grabbed a cock in each hand as they began feeling my breasts. They both moved their face to my chest and stared sucking my nipples. It was incredibly erotic. I moved my hands to the back of their heads, encouraging them while moaning my pleasure. Both men nipped at my nipples causing a bit of pain, getting me ready for what followed.

Ted moved his hand to my vagina.

'Oil your finger, we've got to stretch that ass so it's ready for us.' he spoke to Greg.

Oh God, what now?

Ted pulled my thigh over his and I spread my other leg over Greg's as he squirted oil into his hand. He rubbed them into his fingers then moved them to my open pussy. They inserted fingers into me with vigor, my pussy and ass did get stretched as they were inside together and driving until they received a reaction from me.

'Ahhhh, fuckkkk guys, oh fuckkkk. Ahhhh.'

Each time I screamed, they went harder. I had my arms around their necks now and was unable to do anything but pray for their mercy.

'You warmed up now, Jen?' Ted finally asked as he pulled his hand out.

'Yes.' was all could muster through gasps for air.

'Get on all fours. You do like spit-roasting, huh?'

'I love it.' and I wasn't lying.

Ted stood and Greg moved on to the bed on his knees, moving to the headboard. I climbed full on and crawled into place, on my hands and knees, facing Greg.

Greg put his cock in my mouth and I started riding back and forth as I felt Ted positioning behind me. I was beyond ready for a cock inside me and Ted was anxious to oblige.

Much to my delight, Ted entered my drenched pussy and started pushing his long pole deep inside me. I rode back into him, then forward into Gregs cock, stroking them with my cunt and mouth. This was why I was there, to be their whore to split roast. To ride their shafts to delight any way they desired. The stimulation I got from serving these men was amazing. Their cocks nothing like the Johns monsters, but so satisfying. Just the thought of being their whore, succumbing to their carnal desires, was enough to bring me to orgasm. As they began to get more forceful with their fucking, I felt the wave building until it overtook me. I had a hard climax as I felt Ted slapping my ass, stinging me. Greg grabbed my head with one hand on my neck and the other on the top of my head, and fucked me hard. The combination of the pain and pleasure intensified my orgasm. I was in euphoria.

Ted grabbed my ponytail and started intensifying his thrusts, pulling me back to arch my back and pulling my hands off the bed. Greg stood up in front of me and shoved his cock back in my mouth. I was their fuck toy, I had no control and took their cocks at the pace they dictated. I was expecting their cum dumps as I could feel Greg swelling in my mouth and throat. Suddenly Ted pulled out and let go of my hair.

'Get your face on the bed.' he said as he slapped my ass hard.

Greg had moved out of my mouth, knelt down, and was crawling behind me. I put my face down, now my ass was up, my legs apart, clearly a target for an anal intrusion.

Ted poured a bit of oil on my opening and shoved in his finger to work it around as I gasped and moaned.

'Ooooo, Godddd, please, fuckkkk.'

His cock then positioned at my entry and drove in.

'Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhh, fuckkkkkkkk!.

He enjoyed my seemingly displeasure, but I was again in between pain and pleasure. After a number of thrusts, he removed himself for Greg to make his entry. He did and started pumping my ass hard and deep. The men traded off multiple times, until Greg came rushing back to my front.

Ted inserted his cock back in my ass, as Greg sat in front of me, grabbed my head and shoved it down on his pole. I milked him as I was being reamed, until he blew his load in my mouth. It was impossible for me to swallow everything, as gravity was working against me, and the anal thrusts caused involuntary screams that required an open mouth. Cum flowed down on to his cock and my chin as he blasted more streams into my throat entry.

Once finished, Greg moved my head off and scootched to the side. Ted pulled out and pushed me over on my side then back. He moved up to my mouth and shoved his cock in from above. I sucked him, milking him as well with a vigor probably unexpected. Ted dumped his load directly down my throat and, pulling back, into my mouth. I never let my lips off that beautiful shaft as he pulsed stream after stream of his warm jizz. I loved the feeling of him pulsing and the taste of his cum. I toyed with his foreskin with my tongue as he began to exit. I was his whore.

Upon exit, both men took position on the side of my head and continued to present their cocks for my hungry mouth. I licked and sucked them, coaxing every drop and savoring the cum mess. Greg in particular needed my tongue and mouth to clean the mess on his shaft and at the base. I lapped him up.

The men finished with me and got off the bed. I laid there for a few minutes to see what was next. They started getting dressed.

I got up and did the same. No words exchanged.

I had little to put on, my panties and dress. I grabbed the oil and my clutch and started for the door.

'Hey Jen, you up for another round sometime?' Ted asked.

They were incredible, it was all I wanted and needed, my sex hunger fully satiated.

'Probably not guys?'

'Too much for you? Greg asked.

'No, no, not that. I just like variety. Other boys need to have a turn. But hit me up anyway, I may change my mind.'

As I was riding down the elevator, a man entered and took a look at me. I was not in great shape, I knew my mascara had run and I was disheveled. My hair, even in the braid, was coming undone and equally messy.

'You look hot.' he said. I wasn't sure if he meant my looks or the fact that I was sort of wet, some of it sweat.

'Mmmm.' I replied, not really reacting.

'How much do you charge?' he asked.

It wasn't the first time I was assumed to be a prostitute. I always rejected the inquiry, but have to admit I was feeling extremely slutty and decide to play along.

'Depends on the service.'

'Blowjob.'

The door opened at the lobby. I didn't move. Nobody came in, the door shut. The man pushed the 6th floor button. I was quite certain I'd have another cock in my mouth soon.

'What do you normally pay?' I asked.

'A hundred bucks, but I'll only pay you $50. You look used and I don't like seconds.'

I didn't care about the money but liked the conversation.

'How about $75?'

'How about $150 and I fuck your ass? It's screaming to me.' he said as he reach under my dress and got a handful of my cheeks.

'Deal.' I replied without thinking.

We went to his room and he followed me in.

As we came to the bed he said, 'Just put your hands against the wall, I'll do the rest.'

'I have anal oil in my clutch, use it please.'

He took my clutch as I positioned myself, facing the wall with my legs slightly spread and a lean forward on to my hands.

It was fast. He pulled up my dress and pulled down my panties to my knees. He oiled his cock and positioned it at my entrance.

His member plunged into my rectum and started a rhythmic fuck. It felt amazing, he rode me so sensually the discomfort of an ass ream never appeared. He reached around and pulled my dress down to expose my tits. Then as he pumped my ass, he felt my breasts, tweaked my nipples, pulled at them and drove me to another orgasm. It was amazing as I transported into my euphoric state and he began throbbing in my poop tunnel.

He held himself inside me, squeezing my tits as is last spurt exited his balls.

He pulled out and pulled up his pants.

'You can leave now, I've got to get going.'

I saw a towel and grabbed it to wipe myself, then pulled up my panties. I situated my dress properly, grabbed the oil and my clutch.

'There's the matter of payment, Sir.'

He pulled out $100 and gave it to me.

'I believe it was $150, that's what you said.'

'I'm keeping $50 because you are too stupid to collect up front. Lesson learned, now get out.'

I walked out. He was right, lesson learned.