My Hubby Made Me a Slut
written by:
Lulu

MY HUBBY MADE ME A SLUT

I gazed in fascination at the photos in the men's magazines, eventually sitting down on the bed to study them more closely. I had seen some glamour photos of course, but never hard porn like this. After an initial revulsion, I felt my pussy begin swell and moisten, as I gaped at the huge cocks impaling gorgeous young women who all had enormous boobs.

I suddenly became aware that here were actual depictions of some of my secret fantasies - secret even to my husband. I was naked under my housecoat, and on an impulse, I pulled it off and looked at myself in the mirror. Yes, I was still the young woman that my husband Bill had found so desirable.

I could hear in my head the way he would say how much he loved my big round breasts; music to my ears for I had always felt embarrassed by their size in relation to my small, but curvy five feet six frame.

I came across a photo of a young woman being fucked in the cunt, ass and mouth by three strapping young men. She had long brown hair like me, and I found my hand straying to my clit. I had begun to masturbate more often recently, but never to porn before. As I stroked faster and faster, I learned for the first time the enjoyment men and women get from porn.

Using my other hand, I flicked the pages and when I saw a photo of a woman with her face covered in semen from several cocks, I surprised myself by cumming with a sudden, shuddering and rolling climax. I lay back on the bed in amazement. Maybe I had been missing out on things in my dull sex life.

We had been married just over a year and I had noticed that my husband, Bill, seemed to have gone off sex a little. Too often recently it seemed that either he was too tired, didn't feel like it or couldn't get an erection.

At first, I suspected that he might be having an affair, but doubted this as he is not very outgoing, and is a bit shy with women. I had come across these magazines by accident when I was clearing out some papers from the room he uses as an office at home.

They had all been well read judging by the state of them. I was annoyed, at first, mostly that Bill had been spending his time reading these magazines rather than paying attention to me. I was intrigued enough though to read a few of the letter pages in them that had the corners turned down as if Bill had found them interesting.

It amazed me that so many of the letters were from men who, it appeared, enjoyed seeing their wives having sex with other men, especially when the men were better endowed than the husband or were better lovers or both.

I'd always thought that, if a wife had sex with another man, it would be grounds for divorce, not something the husband would get excited about. Reading all these letters opened my eyes and made me think again about my relationship with Bill. Presumably he found this exciting and I wondered if I could use his fantasies to rekindle our sex life.

I didn't say anything about the magazines at first to Bill - partly from embarrassment and partly because I was fascinated and wanted to explore my new discovery a bit more before saying anything.

I checked the drawer at regular intervals. Sure enough new copies turned up and I also noticed that often they would be left open at the letters pages, especially where it concerned what I had come to learn was called wife watching. I admit that the constant reading of the same theme in these letters affected me. I was now masturbating every time I looked at them and read the letters.

I began to have notions about teasing Bill by flirting with other men and possibly even raising with him the fantasy of letting them have sex with me, if that would improve our sex life. I wanted to bring the subject up with Bill but knew it was something that I would have to be tactful about.

Bill isn't the most confident person, especially when it comes to sex. He isn't very well endowed and I felt that the initiative would have to come from him. I did feel however that I could play my part, and help him by changing the way that I dressed and acted and see how he reacted to it.

I was pleased by the look on Bill's face when I showed him my purchases the following Saturday. I had spent most of the day at the shops and had bought what amounted to several new outfits, including new underwear.

Bill's eyes lit up when I tried on my new miniskirts, the longest of which came to mid thigh. He also loved my skimpy panties and lace bras. We agreed that I should wear one of the outfits to a party we were going to the following weekend. After my little fashion show, and talk about the party, Bill and I had sex, the first time for over a week. Bill was like a man possessed as he pushed the little skirt up my thighs and, without even removing my pants, pushed the gusset to one side and entered me.

He was harder than he had been for ages and I played with my clit as Bill pounded into me. I writhed with delight under him, this was like the old days. But even with this stimulation he came before I could and as he withdrew from me I continued to play with my clit.

He lay beside me and watched as I held the flimsy panties to one side and teased my hard little bud then ran my fingers down into my hole and back up to my clit again bringing some of his fresh cum with it. It was probably something that I had read in one of the magazines that made me reach out to Bill with my wet fingers and run them over his lips.

He looked startled at first. We had indulged in oral sex often enough, but he had never gone down on me after we had made love and so tasting his own cum off my fingers was a new experience for him.

He didn't complain though, so I began dipping my fingers into my leaking hole and then wiping the sticky mess onto his lips and face. Soon I had Bill literally eating out of my hand as I fed him his own cum. Eventually I got him on his knees with his face between my legs, giving me a good licking. I had already fed him most of what he had deposited in me but to my delighted surprise, he gave me a great orgasm as he licked and sucked at my juicy clit.

Our sex life improved after this, with Bill eating me out after fucking me becoming a regular part of our lovemaking. It seemed that Bill had been too shy to suggest this before and he had thought that I would disapprove.

We were also having sex more often. I was wearing sexier clothes and tight tops to show off my melon-sized breasts and this seemed to have an effect on Bill, especially when we had been out for the evening and he knew that other men had been getting glimpses of my exposed thighs, my stocking tops, and even my panties.

When we got home in the evenings, I always brought the subject up of the other men who had been looking at me. I knew now that this excited him and that I was going to get fucked when he got me home. I must admit to teasing Bill as I told him about the men looking at my body, I even made up instances to tell him about when nothing had actually happened. I was desperate to keep our revived lovemaking going.

I suddenly and shockingly realised that it was going further than that. I was really just leading him on until he asked me to fuck another man. I didn't even know for sure if I wanted to go through with it, but the idea of Bill wanting it was driving me mad, for I knew from the attention that I was now getting from men that I could have my pick whenever I - or Bill, wanted it.

I was becoming obsessed with my newfound fantasies and I found myself wanting to move Bill onto the next stage in my plan to test his reaction. I kept telling myself that this was all about improving the sex between Bill and me and that it was all fantasy. Surely all those letters were just about fantasising, I kept telling myself.

It was while Bill was between my thighs one evening, his tongue up my pussy that I decided to push him one stage further. I was having trouble reaching an orgasm and was getting so frustrated that I pushed Bill away. I had consumed more wine than usual that evening and I suddenly felt impetuous and looking into his face, I told him to fetch me his magazines from his office.

His face was like a little boy caught being naughty, but when I insisted, he went away red faced and got them. As he handed them to me I decided to test him further by asking him if he enjoyed reading about wives playing around and wondered if it turned him on. He denied it at first but then admitted that he found it interesting

I got him to talk about it for a while and we read some of the letters together. I then told him I'd like to watch him wank as he read them out loud to me. He seemed keen and as he read out loud I watched his hand jerking up and down his cock, while my own hand stroked my clit and we masturbated together.

We came within a few moments of each other, Bill shooting his load across my legs just before my fingers brought me to a shuddering orgasm.

With the ice broken, it didn't take much after this to get Bill to admit that he would like me to fuck other men without him being there. I said that I would sleep on it and let him know.

Now I really had worked myself into a corner I realised. Did I want to go through with it or not. At breakfast the following morning, I watched his face carefully as I suggested that it would not be a good idea. The expression of vast disappointment told me all I needed to know and my decision was easy. Fuck it I thought. If that's what he wants, this could be a double bonus for me, improving our sex together and getting fucked by other men as well.

Bill assured me that he wouldn't get jealous, would still love me and to prove it he would lick my pussy afterwards. He grinned like the cat that had got the cream.

It was two weeks later that I was unfaithful to Bill for the first time, and it was great. A girl friend from work was having a small party at her apartment and she invited Bill and me. I told Bill that I wanted to go alone, and he agreed.

I spent over an hour getting ready, with Bill helping me to get dressed. I found it a special thrill to let Bill pick my underwear for my evening out, with both of us knowing that another man might be removing it later that night.

When I got to my friend Mary's apartment everyone assumed that Bill and I had had an argument, but I told them that I had left him at home with some chores to do, which was true, and that he was quite happy for me to go out on my own and enjoy myself. Some of the guests found this strange and others found it amusing, but most of the men saw it as a green light to try and chat me up, which was great.

I knew most of the people there as most of them were from work so we got along well and by the time I had the fourth or fifth drink brought to me I was feeling quite light headed. I believe that I was the only girl on her own at the party and so I had my choice of all the single men and was never short of a dancing partner.

As the drinks flowed, so the inhibitions were lost and the men wasted no time in groping me as we danced or chatted. I could feel myself getting wet as one man after another nuzzled my ear or ran his hands over my ass.

I wasn't very choosy that evening and went to the bedroom with the first man who asked me. We were both very excited at the danger and novelty of the situation and we grabbed at each other feverishly as soon as we closed the door.

Geoff pulled my skirt up around my waist, and dragged my panties down to my knees as he dropped his trousers. We collapsed onto the bed and somehow my legs ended up over his shoulders with my panties still around my ankles. He was bigger than Bill and I was amazed at the difference in girth as he pushed his cock into me. My pussy resisted for a second then yielded happily, as it gripped his hardness.

I was used to Bill cumming quickly, so was delighted as Geoff kept fucking e like a machine while my fingers danced on my swollen clit. As I twisted and heaved against his hard body my head spun with the pleasure of a good hard fuck that wasn't over in five minutes. For the first time in ages, I came while a big cock was still fucking me. It was marvellous and my orgasm seemed to go on and on as I moaned into the bed cover.

It didn't take Geoff long before he pumped me full of his cum as I lay tingling from head to toe. There was something so wicked in feeling a strange man's spunk flow over my pussy walls, although there was no romance about it. As soon as he finished Geoff rolled off me, freeing my panties from my feet, and hurriedly pulled his trousers back up.

He kissed me on the lips, thanked me and left the room. I pulled down my skirt just lay there with my legs apart and his warm cum running down the crease of my bum. It was when I sat up and tried to find my panties, that I noticed two things. The first was that Geoff had taken my panties with him, presumably as a souvenir, and the second was that I now had a large, wet cum stain on the back of my skirt.

I tried to clean myself up as much as possible but I had a feeling that I gave the appearance of someone who had just enjoyed a great fuck.

Minutes later, when I rejoined the party, I realised that I had no chance of hiding the fact that Geoff had fucked me. He was standing in a quiet corner with a couple of friends, laughing and joking, and holding my little white panties in his hand. For a second I felt like fleeing but the drink gave me confidence and I decided to brazen it out. I walked over to him and reached for my pants.

Geoff held them out of reach until I asked for them and said please, to the amusement of his friends. He gave them to me and while the three men watched, I unashamedly, pulled the pants up my legs and thighs.

Despite my bravado, part of my mind was marvelling at the amazing change in my behaviour - and all because of finding some dirty magazines and having my husband's blessing. I felt really slutty, and yet strangely liberated.

I asked Geoff to run me home but he made me wait till he had finished his drink. I stood there with cum still running down my thighs and drying on the back of my skirt as I waited for him to take me home to my husband.

Bill was in bed when I got home. I think when he saw me walk into the bedroom he knew what had happened. I looked down at him as he lay there and I knew that our life wouldn't be the same after this. I still loved him but I felt superior to him now.

I reached down and pulled away the sheet that was covering him. He was naked and he was holding his hardon with one hand, his fist almost covering his smallish cock. I felt sad for him, that he wasn't as big as other men, although it hadn't really bothered me before. It was him, that had started all this after all.

Bill began to stroke himself as I undressed and he slowly wanked. When I was naked I stood by the bed and told him to look at my pussy. His eyes moved down and I knew that he could see the tell tale signs that show a woman has been fucked, the matted pubic hair, the red puffy lips hanging loose, and the dried semen on my thighs.

Bill took all this in and his hand moved faster and faster on his cock. I knelt beside him on the bed, sitting back on my heels and spreading my thighs for Bill to see my open cunt hole. His hand was now a blur as he jacked-off. I ran my hand down my stomach and through my pubic hair till I was fingering my little clit which had hardened again at the prospect what would happen.

I slipped one finger inside my open hole, brought the cum-covered tip up to my mouth and sucked it. This got Bill off and he was shooting a thin stream of cum onto his belly as I licked my finger. When he had finished jerking off I straddled his face and lowered myself down so that his nose and mouth were covered by my hot, wet pussy.

I could feel his tongue as he ran it around my slit then up inside my hole. I pressed down further not bothering whether he could breathe or not, just wanting to satisfy myself, wanting to smother him in my lovers cum. The performance was strangely arousing and erotic and I surprised myself by cumming really quickly.

I heard Bill groan and slurp as my orgasm brought a fresh flow of cum infused juices into his mouth. As I let Bill free from between my thighs, I looked down at his wet sticky face and I knew that he accepted his fetish. He had made his choice and if it helped our sex life then I was delighted with the situation.

As I lay back contentedly and Bill put an arm around me, my thoughts roamed. Who would I fuck next I wondered.