How She Became a Slut
written by:
Jillbaby

HOW SHE BECAME A SLUT

Copyright - 2016 - By Jillbaby

EXPLANATION

Although I'm writing this as the character Ann, it is not actually about me. But my involvement with her in the story is real. My friend Ann has suggested that I write a story about her experiences as she described them to me in detail during the events that I relate here. I am the Jill character of course.

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My name is Ann. I have been happily married to Bob for a few years but recently something started to go wrong with our sexual relationship. I have never been very daring about sex and was brought up to be a "good girl." Apart from the usual teenage petting, I had only one lover before I met Bob and so I was pretty inexperienced. I do have an underlying strong sex drive but found it difficult to overcome the instincts of modesty that conditioned me in my upbringing. I even found it difficult to talk about sex with Bob.

Everything seemed fine with our lovemaking at first and I thought that a straightforward fuck in bed was all that mattered. Then recently, Bob would occasionally talk about some sexual experimentation. Eventually, one night he hesitantly confided that he was fascinated by the idea of me fucking other men with his knowledge.

The idea shocked me and of course I said that I couldn't. However, to be fair, when he saw my reaction, he didn't attempt to pressure me in any way. He didn't mention it again and things just went back to our normal, routine; a fuck once or twice a week in the missionary position. The only thing I did then that might be considered daring is that I enjoyed giving him head and swallowing his spunk.

Then he became half-hearted about our sex sessions. I know it sounds ridiculous but I had very seldom been the one to initiate a fuck and so we were doing it less and less. I knew that he watched porn on the net and I had discovered some porn DVDs in one of his drawers. Of course I didn't dare watch them but could tell from the labels that they were about threesomes with two men and a woman.

At first I was hurt that he required something like that to get off, and that I wasn't satisfying his needs.

However, I couldn't pluck up the courage to admit that I'd been snooping and to confront him about it. After all, although I wouldn't ever tell him, I also masturbated occasionally, but I just used my imagination for stimulus. Still, it really troubled me that sexually I wasn't enough for him.

One night after we had enjoyed the unusual treat of wine with our meal, I nervously decided to mention the porn DVDs.

Bob looked embarrassed but after some hesitation, he blurted out what was troubling him. It seemed that he was bored with what he called our "vanilla" love life, meaning it was too dull and lacking in excitement. He explained that he was fed up with me just lying back and letting him fuck me, with me doing nothing except to suck him off sometimes. For some reason, the thought of men fucking me was a real turn-on for him. He felt that I would become more sexually responsive to him if I tried the excitement of sex with other men.

"In fact," he said, " I would even love it if you fucked a stranger and came home with your pussy full of his cum to tell me all about it."

When he finished, there was an embarrassed silence.

I was shattered and unable to deal with this fantasy of his. I stormed out of the room in tears and although Bob was very apologetic and tried to reassure me, I insisted on sleeping in the spare room that night.

In the days following, I was very troubled by the problem in our relationship and began to feel very inadequate and depressed. Although he insisted that he loved me I was afraid that I might lose him to a sexier, more experienced woman. Of course I still couldn't bring myself to accept the idea of fucking another man. I had always needed a strong emotional bond with a man before feeling any sexual desire.

During my regular visits to the hairdresser over the previous few months I had become friendly with another customer called Jill. While waiting to be attended one day there had been a delay and we had started to chat and get to know each other. I accepted her invitation to join her for a drink after our hair was done.

We got on very well and arranged to meet up again. That led to us having a weekly get-together for a drink on an evening when Bob was attending the gym.

I was fascinated to learn that Jill had been a model in the adult sector and I listened in fascination and awe when she told me tales about her porn activities. In my innocence, it seemed so strange to me that such a lovely, normal person could have been involved in that kind of sexual activity.

One evening soon after the problem with Bob arose, I was out with Jill. I was feeling really desperate and after I had gulped down more than my usual number of drinks I started to blurt out my problem to her

I explained the situation with Bob and that I was uneasy about sex if it involved anything other than straightforward lovemaking in bed.

To my embarrassment, I started to cry. Covering my eyes I told her,

"I'm worried that Bob will look for another woman," I sobbed. "I'm desperate to find some way of improving our sex life."

Jill patted my hand soothingly,

"Look Ann, why don't you come back to my place where it's more private and we can have a good heart to heart talk about it."

I smiled through my tears and gratefully accepted her offer. On that occasion it had, unusually, been a Saturday afternoon. Bob was playing golf and Jill and I had done some shopping together.

She didn't have a live-in partner at that time and her house was nearby. We treated ourselves to a taxi instead of the buses we had used to meet. When we were settled down at her place with a stiff drink in my hand, I poured my heart out to her. I was reassured when Jill said that she had heard my problem many times - a husband's sexual dissatisfaction and a need to fulfil his fantasies. She said that the idea of sharing a wife with other men is quite a common male fantasy.

She explained how things can get worse when the wife is unwilling to cooperate. The woman worries, loses confidence and so becomes even less sexually responsive. The husband is dissatisfied and so a vicious circle is formed, where he is even likely to seek out another woman.

She smiled as if to lighten the mood,

"You know, Ann, I understand how a strict upbringing can affect a woman's sexuality. Believe it or not, but when young I had a similar conditioning about sex before I rebelled and broke away from it. I refused to allow myself to feel guilty about my strong sexual urges. I've never regretted it."

She squeezed my hand encouragingly,

"If you really still want things to work out for you and Bob, maybe you could open up your attitude to sex and change your life as well as your marriage. After all, a lot of women would be delighted if their husband suggested that they fuck other men. You're very attractive and wouldn't have any difficulty in finding men eager to oblige."

Jill looked at me intently. I felt slightly dizzy from the drink and the intensity in her wide blue eyes as she continued,

"I can help you Ann...I sense a repressed sexuality in you. But you'll need a lot of determination to overcome your instincts and to do the things I suggest. I promise that if you do, you will not only enjoy sexual pleasure that you didn't know existed but you'll delight your husband and refresh your marriage."

She took my hand,

"Do you want to have a go, Ann?"

I really didn't have a clue what I was agreeing to. However I was fascinated by the life that Jill led and by the way that she was so confident and proud of her sexuality. If she couldn't help me then nobody could. I gripped her hand tightly,

"Yes Jill, I do want you to help and advise me."

Little did I know what I was letting myself in for. But one thing about me is that I'm very proud and once I set out to achieve something I won't give in. Even so, I nearly fell at the very first hurdle.

She looked directly into my eyes,

"Ann, do you masturbate?

I went red, unable to answer. At first. Then,

"I do sometimes..." I admitted. "But usually I feel so guilty that I find it difficult to get off and sometimes can't cum."

I explained that it was usually if Bob was away with his work and nearly always when I had treated myself to a drink and maybe read a sexy part in a book. It seemed that I get horny when I'm relaxed with alcohol and all my guilt complexes are loosened.

In fact although I didn't tell Jill, I was feeling aroused as we spoke, due to the subject matter and the drinks I had been enjoying. Bob and I didn't drink much at home and I had never dared suggest that we did more of it.

"Do you use a vibrator?" She asked.

I shook my head,

"No...never."

"Let me show you something, Ann."

She put the pitcher of cocktail and our glasses on a tray and led me up to her bedroom. We sat on the bed and Jill opened a drawer and produced some of her sex toys. My eyes opened wide in amazement and I felt a sense of distaste,

"Do you actually use those...things?" I murmured.

"Oh come on...get with it...vibrators are very popular nowadays."

She selected one, and handed it to me,

"Here...feel it. This vibrator is bigger than an average cock," she said, watching for my reaction.

I held it gingerly as if it was going to explode. The black rubbery toy was almost life-like in appearance and feel. It was longer and thicker than Bob's cock and the very few other ones I had seen or held when petting in my teens. The bulging head was accurately sculpted and the raised veins running down the shaft added to the reality.

To my surprise I felt a surge of arousal at the thought of being fucked by a cock that size. I was suddenly aware that instinctively I was stroking the dildo lovingly. Telling myself to stop being foolish and that the drink must have gone to my head I quickly handed the toy back to her and gulped down the remains of my drink.

However, Jill had noticed my reaction to the dildo and decided to demonstrate it,

"These toys are nowhere near as good as the real thing but they're a useful substitute. Look, this one has three speeds."

Jill leaned over and demonstrated how the switches worked. She placed the thick shaft in my hand and I gasped as it vibrated against my skin.

"But surely I would never get that thing inside me..." I murmured doubtfully.

Jill put an arm around me comfortingly and went on persuasively,

"I'll tell you what. Try out the dildo here and now. I have to pop out to the corner shop so you'll have some privacy. Use this tube of lube."

"No...no...I couldn't..." I protested, but found that I still clung onto the dildo.

Brushing aside my feeble protests, Jill got up and left me alone with the toy still clutched in my hand. Guiltily I put down the big toy. I knew that I should just get up and phone for a taxi.

She had left the drinks jug and in a daze I poured myself some more of the Sea Breeze cocktail she had mixed. It was the first time I had experienced that one. The taste seemed very innocent but consisted of a mixture of vodka, cranberry and grapefruit juice. I was feeling that there must have been plenty of vodka in her recipe.

My mind was in a whirl as I stared at the big dildo and kept imagining it in me. I stroked the smooth surface gingerly and then drew my fingers away guiltily as if I was being unfaithful already. Had I really been missing something all these years? Could I really give this a try?

When I heard the front door close as Jill left, I locked the bedroom door as added assurance. Scarcely believing what I was doing, I lay back on the bed with the dildo beside me, pulled up my dress and inched my fingers inside the waistband of my black panties.

When the touch on my mound made my clit tingle, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Bob's hand edging towards my pussy. I continued to snake it down through the bushy fur of my pubes; steadily making progress towards my stiffening clit.

Jill had told that when she lost her virginity in her teens, the strong sexuality that she had been stifling came bubbling to life. She had discovered that she was highly sensitive and climaxed easily. She assured me that if I let myself go I might become a hottie and really delight my husband.

I confirmed my wetness by running one finger down my swelling lips and felt the ease with which they parted. Yes, I was very moist already and I slid a finger a little deeper to stroke the sensitive flesh. I was quivering from a combination of arousal and alcohol and kept wondering what on earth I was thinking of to behave like this in the house of a casual acquaintance.

Then not quite believing what I was doing, I drew up my legs and slipped off my panties. My hand reached out for the dildo. Could I really do this?

I fumbled for the lowest setting switch and when it vibrated with a satisfying purr I hesitantly ran it through my pubic hair and down over my pussy lips. My hips bucked in startled reaction to the sensation and I instinctively moved the dildo away.

It had been a long time since I had drunk so much and I felt fantastically daring. Tentatively, I ran the throbbing tip over my wet pussy lips again - god it was good. When it touched my clit the sensation was too powerful and I had to pull it away. But I quickly found that it felt wonderful if I just circled around the swollen hood.

This was great and I wanted more as my arousal soared. I needed something in my pussy. Could I try to get this big thing in me?

Although I wanted the help of the lube. With trembling fingers I hurriedly opened the tube and after smearing the head of the vibrator, I pushed some more inside my slit.

And then, with my heart thumping like mad, I pressed the bulbous glistening head at my pussy slit. My ring of muscle resisted the big bulge and I stopped. But then in my excitement I pushed harder. My pussy yielded and the big head slipped inside to be gripped tightly. It felt uncomfortably huge and I paused.

Then, the discomfort slowly eased as my pussy walls stretched and molded around the fake cock. Little by little I eased it further into my pussy, feeling amazed at how I was able to accept what had seemed too big.

When it was about a third in, I slowly and experimentally slid it in and out a few times. The waves of pleasure from the nerve ends in my stretched pussy walls astounded me, and I gave a little sob of sheer pleasure.

I felt that instinctive need to be penetrated that grips woman when very aroused. I wanted was to be well and truly fucked. In wonder, I eased the toy in further and stopped when it was about two-thirds in. That felt far enough and I didn't fancy risking any more.

I started to slowly fuck myself with the buzzing vibrator. Growing in boldness I turned up the power a notch and quivered as the buzzing head sent sharp thrills up my spine. When I reached for my firm clit with my other hand I almost passed out from the intensity of the pleasure. With a pounding heart and labored breathing, I fucked myself steadily until, with a blazing burst of delight, I came. The room seemed to echo with my gurgling shriek of joy.

It was one of my best-ever orgasms and I was amazed at how the big vibrating dildo had given my pussy so much pleasure. It seemed only a few minutes since I had started masturbating. But it must have been much longer; for just as my breathing started to steady, I heard the outside door slam as Jill returned.

I was dazed and I struggled to react as, with a shaking hand, I slowly withdrew the dildo. When I heard Jill approaching, I panicked guiltily. I pushed down my dress and hurried on unsteady legs to unlock the door. Jill bustled in, no doubt curious as to whether anything had happened.

A quick glance probably told her all she wanted to know. There was plenty of evidence; the open tube of KY and the glistening vibrator. A glance in the mirror showed that my cheeks were flushed and damp tendrils of hair clung to my sweaty forehead. I was sure that my appearance was that of a well-fucked woman. But most revealing of all; in my rush I had forgotten about my panties and they lay in a ball on the floor by the bed.

Jill smiled, "Wow, you look as if you've been enjoying yourself...was it good?"

I tried hard not to blush but my cheeks reddened as I nodded,

"Yes... yes it was...."

"Oh, I'm so glad. You must get a vibrator of your own...and why not let Bob use it on you? I'm sure he would love that."

She went to fumble in a drawer and I used the opportunity to turn my back and quickly pull on my panties. When I turned around she handed me a small plastic vibrator,

"Here, have this. It'll keep you going until you get a better one."

I mumbled my thanks and slipped it into my purse.

We went downstairs and continued to chat. In her eagerness to continue my experimenting, Jill wasted no time,

"Look Ann," she said,

"I know that what you did was a small step to becoming sexually liberated...but it was a start. Do you feel any more ready to try something more?"

Not sure what she had in mind, I nodded doubtfully.

"Right Ann, why don't you and I visit a singles bar one night and you can try flirting with strangers...you never know how much you might enjoy it."

Of course I'd heard about what went on at those places, could I really do even that? Despite my good intentions, I struggled with the idea of making myself available to be chatted up. Then I reminded myself that this is what Bob wanted me to try. He shouldn't be jealous and I shouldn't feel guilty.

As if reading my mind, Jill said,

"Look Ann...you've nothing to lose...it's his idea and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. You're on the Pill so don't have to worry."

After letting my mind churn for a moment, I finally nodded agreement.

Briskly, Jill laid out our plan and I realised that there was no going back now unless I was going to look a spineless failure. I tried to concentrate on the fact that my marriage was at stake but suddenly realised that I was becoming aroused at the prospect of the night out with Jill

Jill gave me a catalogue of sexy lingerie and instructed me to purchase several pairs of crotchless panties through the net. She also gave me a porn DVD that featured lots of different positions for fucking. I was to invite Bob to watch it with me so that I could get an idea of what we could do.

We agreed that Jill would set a date for our first night out.

On my journey home I was a bit dazed but excited and I kept thinking about what might happen. I fingered the items Jill had given me but gradually my euphoria faded as reality dawned. Could I really show this stuff to Bob? And even more importantly was I really going to go out with Jill and let some stranger fuck me?

Then it dawned on me that I was still giving in to my instinctive modesty and not thinking about what Bob wanted in our marriage. Yes, I would do it, I told myself through gritted teeth. It had to start that very evening or I would lose my nerve.

I talked Bob into us sharing a bottle of wine with our evening meal, promising him that I had a surprise for him. I also gulped down a few extra glasses while preparing the meal to steady my quivering nerves.

When the meal was over and Bob asked me about the surprise, I handed him the DVD with a scarlet face, saying that someone had given it to me. I didn't feel able just yet to tell him about my plan with Jill.

His face lit up and when he smothered me in kisses I felt such an enormous relief.

"What a fantastic surprise, darling," he beamed. "Let's watch it now."

We sat side by side as we watched the porn actors fucking in various positions and soon our hands were all over each other. As I said, we usually had sex only in the bedroom and I couldn't believe it as we hungrily stripped each other there in the sitting room, the DVD almost forgotten.

"Let's do it with you on top... like we saw the couple do on the DVD," Bob gasped as he lay back on the sofa.

Ridiculous as it may sound, this was really daring for me. Not only was I doing it in the sitting room but we were trying a new position - one that had always seemed to me to be just for porn actors.

Facing him, I knelt astride his hips and shuffled awkwardly to get into position. Despite my nervousness, I could feel my aroused slickness as I rubbed my pussy on Bob's belly beneath me.

His hands cupped my buttocks, and I moaned as I felt his hardness pressing between my thighs. With one hand he guided his cock to my pussy slit. After rubbing the head between my pussy lips for a while, Bob suddenly bucked his hips and thrust his rigid cock deep into me.

I cried out in pain-pleasure as I sank down on him and he impaled me until the fine hair on my mound was pressing hard into his wiry pubic bush. Instinctively, I raised myself until his cock was almost withdrawn and then plunged down again.

Discovering the novelty of being free to move instead of lying trapped under his body I started to ride him eagerly. With my arms braced on his chest I was twisting my hips with each rise and fall, as I had seen on the porn tape. As waves of pleasure swept through me, I quickly discovered that by leaning forward, the angle of his cock's penetration made the head slide across the sensitive area where the G-spot is supposed to be.

With each down stroke I gasped when I felt his cock push against my cervix. It felt as if I'd never had his cock in so deeply. I'd lost all my inhibitions about what we were doing and I started pumping rhythmically. Hot waves of pleasure flooded through me. I felt wild and adventurous as I thrashed my head from side to side, the hair lashing my shoulders.

Bob reached up to grasp my breasts and as he stroked them, I could see yet another advantages of that position and my lust soared.

When Bob guided my hand to my clit I didn't hesitate and began to finger it, my eyes closed in concentration and my mouth agape with lust. I didn't even think to be amazed that I was masturbating in front of my husband's gaze for the first time ever. Previously when I did it while fucking, we were under the covers with him on top of me.

Bob was panting with excitement, thrusting up his hips to meet me. We were so aroused that inevitably it didn't take long for him to cum. He moaned as his hips twitched and his hard cock quivered. My fingers were a blur on my clit and as I felt his hot cum explode, the unstoppable force of my climax began hurtling through me. I bucked, shook and screamed before I fell forward to lie, exhausted, on his chest.

We hurried up to bed, slightly shell-shocked by the advance in our sex life. As we hugged I suddenly felt the confidence to tell him about Jill and her plans for me.

Of course he was delighted and full of praise for me, telling me how wonderful it would be and how our sex life was going to be so much better.

"You know I love you..." he told me, "and I always will. I won't be jealous if anything happens with another man, because I know that you love me too."

However, before I fell asleep, I couldn't help feeling troubled again about Bob's kinkiness and about me meeting other men with Jill.

True to her word, Jill phoned with the date and time for our night out. When the time came to get ready, Bob watched me eagerly as I carefully applied my makeup and brushed my brown hair until it gleamed. I used plenty of mascara around my eyes and I noticed that they were gleaming. I wasn't sure if it was from arousal or nervousness.

I had bought a red dress especially for the evening. It was of a material that clung to every curve of my body and it was cut very low in the bust. At Bob's suggestion I didn't wear a bra. That was very daring for me because the outlines of my full breasts were clear to see as they swayed in the stretchy material. Also if I leaned forward far enough, the low neckline gave a good view almost down to the nipples.

The dress was long enough to cover my knees but it had a slit up the front, showing off most of my legs with each step. I wore black strappy sandals with four-inch spike heels newly purchased from the catalogue Jill had given me. She had a similar pair.

I had also bought sheer black silk stockings and matching garter belt. When I put them on I saw that the split in my dress easily revealed the stocking tops

The final, very way-out touch was when Bob produced for me to wear, a pair of red crotch-less panties he had bought online. I very nearly chickened out of dressing in what was to me a totally sluttish outfit. However, Bob poured me a brandy and calmed me down. He showered me with praise as to how wonderfully beautiful and sexy I looked.

He was obviously over the moon at my appearance and daring. He pulled me to him, and eagerly slipped his hand up the slit in my dress. When his fingers found the gap in the panties and he slid one into my hot slit, I was surprised that I was already wet and I wondered if some part of me was looking forward to the evening, despite all my doubts and embarrassment.

In his excitement, he got me to sit opposite him to find how far he could see up the slit in my dress when I parted my legs. He wanted me to show off my pussy to any interested men. Reluctantly, I crossed my legs so that the split widened and the dress slid back. Then I uncrossed my legs very slowly, pausing as my thighs parted.

He said he could glimpse my brown pubes through the narrow split in my panties. I could see the bulge in his pants as his dick got hard from knowing that soon some other men would get a chance to see me like that. Relaxed by the brandy I suddenly felt a quiver of arousal at the knowledge of the effect my appearance would have on men.

We had to struggle to resist having a fuck and the taxi arrived just in time. We parted with a long kiss and his promise that he would be waiting up for me.

I took a taxi to the nearby upmarket hotel where I had arranged to meet Jill. When I paused at the imposing entrance I almost turned tail and fled. Come on girl, I told myself, get on with it. On rather shaky legs I tottered on my spike heels across the large, lushly carpeted foyer and found the cocktail bar where Jill was waiting for me.

She waved from a wall booth and rose to greet me with a kiss on the cheek. She pointed to the chilled cocktail pourer and two glasses,

"I hope you don't mind," she smiled, "but I got them to mix us a nice supply of Sea Breeze, I remembered that you enjoyed it the last time we were together."

I wasn't sure whether I was alarmed or relieved at the effect the drink would have. I had to admit that I felt in need of a stiff drink, and I took a big gulp.

The large bar was pleasantly intimate with soft lighting and quiet background music. On one side there was a small area for dancing and a few couples were dancing slowly in close embraces.

When Jill explained the arrangements she had made, I almost got up to flee.

"I've invited three men to join us," she said with a smile.

"Why three?" I gasped.

"Well, I thought I would let you have a choice of who to fuck," she chuckled, obviously enjoying my embarrassment.

She explained that they were former boyfriends that she kept in touch with,

" Call them friends with benefits," she laughed wickedly. "They're always good for an occasional fuck."

They were called Derek, Steve and Ramon. She added that she had provisionally booked a room upstairs in case I need it.

I had to grip the table to stop from bolting for the exit. This was like a nightmare and surely couldn't be happening to me in real life. She was expecting me to fuck a total stranger as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sensing my panic, Jill took my hand,

"Don't worry," she told me. "I'll stay with you as long as you like and we can go home whenever you want. Believe me... you'll have the time of your life."

I started to tremble and it took a few seconds for me to calm down. After about fifteen minutes, during which I had downed a few glasses of cocktail, the men arrived and Jill introduced us. They squeezed in behind the fixed, closed-front table onto the tightly curved upholstered bench that backed onto the wall. I was so confused that I was having difficulty remembering who was who. All three were in their early thirties, handsome and well built.

They were very charming and amusing and as drinks flowed, the conversation became jocular and raunchy. I was surprised to see that Ramon and Jill were snuggling close and their hands seemed to be exploring each other under the table.

I was sitting between Derek and Steve and when their hands started to brush my body, as if accidentally, I felt caught up in the easy-going atmosphere. It was so very exciting and flattering to be the focus of attention of these charming men and I felt adventurous and horny.

My head was swimming as I enjoyed all the male attention. Steve had an arm draped over my shoulders and he began to let his fingers brush a breast where his fingers dangled.

I suppose that was the turning point where I had to make a decision about what I was prepared to do. Of course the unaccustomed amount of drink no doubt helped to quash my instinctive resistance. My pulse was racing and my pussy was flooding as I sat still and let him stroke my aroused nipple.

Derek asked me to dance, took my hand and led me to the small crowded dance floor. The lighting was dim and intimate and they were playing a slow song. All at once I was on fire, somehow feeling safe in Jill's presence.

Derek pressed very close to me, my breasts squeezing into his chest. Eventually, he moved his hand from my waist down to my ass and began squeezing it gently. I resisted the urge to knock it away and before I realised what was happening, he slid his other hand from my shoulder to the V of my dress. Concealed by our tight embrace he began stroking the exposed tops of my breasts.

As if in a spell, I made no effort to draw away. The drink had definitely lowered my inhibitions and my pussy began to throb at this intimate contact with a stranger. I was sure he could feel my body tremble as it melted into him. Then I felt the inevitable bulge of his hard-on against my stomach and with a pounding heart I knew that I was letting myself be swept along.

When we went back to our table I hoped that the dim lighting would hide my flushed face and straining nipples. I knew that I should stop this now but it was far too wonderful for me to do anything about it. I couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused and wanton in my whole previous life.

In the dim lighting they became ever more daring in touching me up. Both men were now pressed close to me and fondling my breasts. My nipples were erect and thrusting through my dress and most of the upper swell of my breasts was revealed by the low neck.

It was extremely exciting and totally new to have two sets of hands playing with my breasts. My sense of modesty had vanished and I was pleasantly surprised at how my body was responding. My pussy was bubbling with arousal and my clit was firm.

By now, I was breathing shallowly through my mouth, and my eyes were glazed with desire. Concealed from others by the table, my dress had slipped back well above my stocking tops revealing strips of white flesh that contrasted sharply with the black stockings.

Steve had an arm around me with his hand inside my dress cupping a breast. As if in an erotic dream I watched as Derek eased my dress up until the slit of my panties revealed wisps of my pubes.

When Steve put my hand on the bulge at his crotch I didn't resist and my fingers dug into the line of his stiff cock.

My heart was hammering against my ribs as I parted my thighs. Even in the dim light I felt they would see the glint of moisture that I felt oozing over my swollen outer lips. I can't describe how thrilling it was for me at that moment. The wonderful thing was that I kept reminding myself that I needn't feel guilty about enjoying being a slut because it was at my husband's suggestion.

I gave a soft moan as Derek slid his hand inside my thong and ran his finger up and down my moist slit. Coated with my juices, he ran it over my clit. I shivered and my legs trembled. I still couldn't believe that this was happening - and in public too. As Steve edged closer and stroked my breasts, I groaned and slid back slightly on the upholstered bench, spreading my stocking-clad legs even wider.

What a total slutty pushover I had become, having my pussy and breasts fingered by not just one stranger - but two!

Encouraged by the rising intensity of my moaning and breathing as we kissed deeply, he began to finger fuck me, first with one digit and then two. He rocked his palm against my clit with each penetration, making me raise my hips with a shock of delight. I began to push against his hand, trying to increase the pressure.

This was beyond my wildest dreams - I was so aroused that I could hear a moist squelch as Derek's fingers eased in and out. Just as I was about to cum, Jill whispered,

"Let's go upstairs, folks."

I felt totally helpless, all willpower gone as the men removed their hands and I pulled down my dress. Our journey upstairs is only a blur in my memory. Then the hotel room door was closing behind me and I stood, willing and submissive.

I had never had sex with more than one man at a time and this situation was totally unreal. But I knew there was no turning back now - I was going to have the fuck of my life.

While Jill and Ramon quickly got undressed, the other two whipped off my dress and panties leaving me in high heels and stockings.

They laid me on one of the twin bed and spread my legs wide. The room seemed full of mirrors - on the closet doors, above the dressing table and a big one on the wall opposite the bed. So I had plenty of views of myself. I felt as if I was watching this happen to some other woman

I could see how wet and gaping my pussy was from its earlier finger fucking. Shock and shame kept mingling with sheer lust.

Jill and Ramone were on the other bed. Although she was sucking his brown cock she was watching me and I wondered if she was delighting in how she had persuaded me to behave like this.

Derek was ready first, waving his hard cock in front of my eyes. He eased himself onto me and guided it to my wet opening as I drew up my legs in invitation.

I knew he could feel the hot, messy dribbles from my pussy with his cock head and for a second I felt a ridiculous pang of embarrassment that he would see how amazingly horny I was feeling.

He positioned himself so that the head of his cock was just pushing through my lips teasingly. I couldn't wait any longer and pushed my hips up, taking his cock all the way in. God it felt so fucking great.

I was continuing to learn how much sexual arousal and pleasure could benefit from how and when it was happening. This was just the same physical arrangement of a cock in my pussy as I had my usual simple fuck in bed with Bob.

But this was a million times more pleasurable!

I rocked my head in abandonment. But even then I kept my eyes closed as if to hide the truth of who was fucking me. Then,

"You like my big cock, then?" Derek chuckled and his voice reminded me that I was acting like a whore.

He arched his back to nibble on one of my swollen, pointed nipples and the guilt washed away instantly. I rocked my hips back and forth to meet his long strokes,

"Uh, huh ...oh yeah . . ." I moaned.

When I felt a hand stroking my breasts, I briefly opened my eyes to see Steve kneeling beside us on the bed with his cock in his hand. He reached under his friend's body to rub and pull at my swollen nipples and I knew that I was about to cum. ts I bucked as my climax rushed through me and Derek held himself still, just gently rocking his hips as my pussy contracted on his cock and I moaned and yelped. I was so overcome that I didn't even think of how my screams could alarm other hotel guests.

As I began to relax, he raised himself on his knees and pushed my legs back until the backs of my thighs were pressed against his chest and my calves swung over his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around my legs he began to fuck me again, this time hard deep and fast, his balls slapping wetly against my ass.

Finally with his head thrown back, he grunted triumphantly as he came. My back arched as he held me tight, his cock embedded inside me. He shuffled on his knees away from me, with a grin as his cock slipped out. He nodded across at Steve, who was quietly stroking his hard shaft,

"Your turn..."

Surely I should put an end to this now, I told myself. I've had a great fuck and that's far enough. But when Steve whispered,

"I want to fuck you in the doggy position," I found myself letting him arrange on my hands and knees.

Strangely enough, Bob and I had never tried that and I was feeling really debauched as I waited to experience it. He caressed my ass cheeks softly and then pulled them apart. I could imagine my puckered ass winking at him and below that there would be cum leaking from me.

Then his cock was buried inside me and his balls pressed against my thighs. I arched my back in shock and pushed back against him. I noticed immediately that the angle of his cock in that position felt great as it rubbed across the roof of my pussy. It reminded me of similar pleasure when Bob and I had tried the cowgirl for the first time only a few days before.

I took a second to marvel at how quickly I was widening my sexual experience - and I certainly was very pleased with the results so far. That somehow aroused me even more and as Steve held my hips and pulled me to him, I twisted my head around,

"Fuck me," I growled, "Fuck me ... fuck me hard ...."

The slutty words astounded me. I put it down to a combination of imitating what I had seen on the porn DVD; the amount of drink I had enjoyed and the height of arousal I was experiencing. I was out of control from sexual greed for the first time in my life.

As I begged softly for more, he fucked me vigorously and the sound of his balls slapping against me seemed to echo in my head. Just as he reached for my swaying breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, Ramon appeared on his knees before me holding his stiff cock.

I had assumed that he would be busy with Jill and I gasped in surprise. Surely I wasn't going to be fucked by all three?

His foreskin was drawn back to expose his purplish glans, a tear of precum glistening on the tip.

"Go on suck it, Ann," he muttered.

I realised that the wicked Jill had set me up to be a fuck-toy and amazingly I was enjoying it.

Fortunately, sucking cock is one of the few daring things that I had always enjoyed. But I never dreamed that I would be doing it while being fucked. I opened my mouth wide and took in his thick tool. I was only dimly aware of Jill hovering to watch.

While I sucked and licked Ramon's cock, Steve fucked me steadily and one of his hands stroked my clit. In a surprisingly short time my body convulsed and I marvelled at the fact that I was cumming again so soon. This time there was no need to worry about making a noise.

As I came, Ramon held my head firmly and I was unable to draw it away from his cock. I breathed desperately through my nose as I spluttered and gurgled on the flesh in my mouth.

The orgasmic clutches of my pussy must have set off Steve and he gave a loud grunt of release. I could feel his cock pumping cum in thick hot jets into my clinging pussy, mixing with the semen left by Derek.

Ramon must have had his cock well sucked by Jill before he started on me because a few seconds later I felt him cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but as the cock slipped from me, I bowed my head and some of his cum dripped from the corners of my mouth onto the bedspread.

Steve stretched happily, got up and went to the mini bar in the corner, as I lay prone on my belly, leaking semen like a faucet. He passed bottles of beer to his pals and when he asked Jill and me if we wanted anything we opted for vodka and tonic.

"How's it going, Ann?" Jill whispered as I gulped mine down greedily and the men drank their beer.

I didn't know what to say and just nodded in a daze.

"What about you?" I asked to change the subject from me.

"Ohh, don't worry about me, this is your show. I'm saving the men for you - I can have these big boys anytime," she chuckled.

It didn't seem long before Derek tipped the last of the beer down his throat and climbed onto the bed beside me. After he had rested while watching his mates fuck me, his cock was hard again. He lay down beside me and parted my legs. But when he saw the mess my pussy was in he frowned,

"That looks a bit sloppy - do you take it up the ass?"

When I shook my head, Jill intervened,

"Now Ann, you promised you would be adventurous. There's nothing to it. Derek knows what he's doing and will be careful. I have some KY jelly in my purse. Here Derek, let me get you ready for her."

As I lay on my belly with my legs spread, she took the tube of lube and put the opening against my asshole and squeezed. She squirted what felt like a very large amount of jelly into me. It was cold and I gasped. But when she slowly inserted a finger, it went in easily and felt surprisingly sensual. She probed in and out for a minute to loosen me and then added a second finger.

"Ouch..." I grunted.

I had to stop feeling embarrassed that a woman was fingering my ass, and I tried to imagine that she was a doctor.

Then an additional sensation was added as Derek stroked my clit to bring me back to the boil. That certainly eased the discomfort while Jill worked on my ass. Then I was being eased up onto my hands and knees,

"Relax and breathe deeply," Jill whispered.

Derek spread my slippery cheeks apart as I bent over, my braced arms supporting me. I felt the cock against my slick asshole. He probed forward once as the tight but slippery opening gripped at him and the head plopped into me.

Hell! It hurt. But then my opening stretched and it began to feel arousing.

He waited until my panic subsided and I was breathing normally before sliding further into my ass in one fluid motion. He slowly eased back again as my rectum adjusted and then I was being fucked up the ass for the first time in my life.

The weird feeling gradually became less and less uncomfortable and strange tremors of pleasure ran up my spine. Just as I was beginning to enjoy it, I heard Jill whisper something to Derek and he eased his cock out of my ass.

Ramon slid onto the bed and I saw that his thick brown prick was hard again. He pulled me down on top of his hard body in a facing position. I felt him fumble between my legs and I gulped as he slid his cock into my sloppy pussy. With all the cum inside, he went in easily enough. But he filled and stretched me and I would have struggled to take his size if my pussy hadn't been so stretched and flooded.

When he was fully in, he lay still and I felt somebody moving above us. I glanced over my shoulder to see Derek was crouching on his knees and aiming his cock at my ass again.

Christ no - I almost yelled. But even as the words were being formed I knew I had passed the point of no return. I remembered that I was seeking to push my sexual boundaries and this was as good a way as any to try my first double penetration.

Derek's cock had slid back into my ass - much more easily this time. I had of course heard about DP but never in a million years had dreamt that it could happen to me. I was being used like a cheap whore but I had brought it on myself.

I supported myself on my forearms, my breasts squeezed against Ramon's muscular chest. Both men were motionless for a moment, no doubt feeling the bulge of the other man's cock on their own. The two cocks seemed to merge into one enormous phallus ready to fuck me senseless. Then they started.

As Derek moved cautiously in and out of my ass, Ramon gripped my hair and pulled my mouth down to his to deep-kiss me, his tongue probing excitedly. It was difficult for either of us to move but his strong legs levered his hips upwards, as his cock slid in and out

At first, they were uneven in their timing but after a few seconds, the men settled into a rhythm with each other, both cocks thrusting at the same time.

My clit was rubbing against Ramon's cock which was being squeezed against my G-spot. I couldn't believe the delightful sensations that were flooding through me. I was being taken to a completely new level of voluptuous pleasure as four hands and two cocks worked on me. Apart from the physical pleasure, the feeling of being helpless and used by two men was strangely exciting.

Both men were breathing heavily and I felt sweat drip onto my back from Derek's face. I was receiving stimulation from so many nerve ends that I wasn't sure where it was coming from. So it was a surprise when another fiercely exploding orgasm hit me. I threw back my head and screamed wildly as it seemed to roll on and on through my entire body.

As my body twitched in time with my screams, my vagina and rectum convulsed violently. That seemed to drive the men to wilder efforts. As they fucked me faster and faster, my body shuddered in ecstasy until at last I went limp and my head flopped down onto Ramon's shoulder.

They both seemed to cum quickly after that; but I was beyond caring, or noticing. Then, Derek gently eased his sticky cock out of me and moved away to leave me impaled on Ramon as I sprawled on top of him. We lay still for a moment or two in total silence, our satisfied bodies still linked. Eventually his softening dick, slipped out and I rolled over onto my back, completely shagged-out.

When I felt the trickle of juices oozing onto my thighs I sat up and looked down out of curiosity. As I tightened my pussy muscles, blobs of cum oozed from my flushed slit and dribbled down to join those leaking from my asshole. The result was one continuous creamy trickle disappearing between my ass cheeks.

Of course Jill was loving the scene.

I was a real mess - physically and emotionally and I actually nodded off as if it was all too much for my emotions and body to take.

I awakened with a start wondering where the hell I was. Jill was sitting, fully dressed and watching TV with the sound low. When I looked around nervously, she smiled,

"They've gone...but they told me to thank you for a great evening."

My instinct was to head for the shower, but Jill stopped me,

"Just stick a tissue in to prevent too much cum leaking out. I'm sure your husband will be delighted to enjoy the evidence of your wild session."

I was in a daze on the taxi ride home and was finding it really difficult to fully absorb what I'd done. As far as the men were concerned I had been just another fuck for them, almost a favour to Jill. I would almost certainly never see them again. My pussy and especially my ass ached but in a pleasant way and I had to keep fighting a feeling of guilt at having been such a slut.

That was eased when I thought that surely Bob would be delighted with what I had done.

He was waiting with the front door open as he heard the taxi arrive. I walked nervously towards him, unsure of what to expect. What if he had changed his mind and had become jealous?

I needn't have worried.

He swept me into his arms and practically carried me up to the bedroom. I was delighted to feel the bulge of his erection against me.

"How was it? How was it for you?"

I honestly was at a loss for words. It had been the most amazing sexual event of my life, but how was it going to affect relations between us?

"The sex was wonderful...I never knew that my body could respond like that..." I murmured.

"You see...you see...? I told you that there was more exciting sex to be enjoyed."

"But I kept wishing that you could have been there too," I told him.

"Don't worry...we'll have plenty of chances to share something like that in future if you want. But the main thing is that you feel relaxed about us trying new things."

He dragged my clothes off, laid me out on the bed and hurriedly climbed beside me,

"Was it really good for you?" He muttered thickly, his cock stiff and swaying. "Now it's my turn..."

I could only nod as he started nuzzling my breasts. After he had sucked hard on my nipples for a minute or two, causing me to writhe with pleasure, my clit began to come to life again.

After running his fingers through the sticky tangled mass of my brown bush for a while, three of them eagerly stirred the slushy contents of my pussy. He leaned back and looked as creamy blobs still not fully diluted by my juices, streamed out of my flushed and tingling opening.

Still fingering me, he slowly kissed his way down my belly then, after pausing teasingly, moved back to my breasts. He found a nipple and circled it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth, making me shudder with delight.

I hadn't expected to be able to become aroused again and I marvelled at how much attention my body was able to enjoy - something I had never known before.

My hands toyed with his hair, as he sucked greedily. Moving his mouth across to my other breast, his fingers gently massaged the abandoned throbbing nipple. I moaned as my breasts swelled and palpitated under his touches while his other fingers still reamed my sloppy pussy.

The slow progress of his teasing was frustrating as well as being exquisite and my hips started a slow, demanding circle against his hand as he finger-fucked me. He was driving me mad and I began to tremble and moan plaintively. I continued to be astounded that I could become aroused again after what I'd been through. It seemed that my body did have a lot more to offer than I had ever imagined.

Eventually, his lips trailed their way down my body, until he was kissing the inside of one thigh, while his fingers were still in my pussy. Still taking his time Bob slowly withdrew his fingers and ran them just inside the outer fold of my lips up and down in slow strokes. He massaged the mixture of cum and my fresh arousal juices into the warm flesh, through the fine brown hairs plastered with stickiness.

I wanted to scream with frustration but it was worth the wait to finally feel his lips encircle my firm clit. I was surprised and impressed that he wasn't put off by the cum from the other men. He combined his rhythmic sucking and licking action with the thrusting of his three fingers in my sodden opening.

Unbelievably, my seemingly insatiable body raced to a climaxed yet again. It convulsed with spasms of delight as the fourth orgasm of a truly momentous day blasted through me. I was vaguely aware that they seemed to have increased in intensity and duration each time.

A torrent of pleasure washed over me as the nerve-ends of my clit fluttered and sparked-off signals through my entire body. Eventually I had to pull his head away as the pulsing gland became over-sensitive. I covered it with my hand and rocked from side to side as the last vestiges of my intense orgasm ebbed away.

Bob lay beside me stroking damp tendrils of hair from my face and kissing me gently. He separated my legs with his and I could feel his hardness probing against me before he slid in his cock. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper into me, easily stretching my slick slimy passage, filling me up to the brim. I lay back to enjoy yet another fuck. Unlike my exhausted clit, my squelching pussy was greedily relishing every second of it.

God what a hottie I had become in the space of a day.

I wrapped my legs above his hips tilting my pelvis to meet his thrusts. I could feel the slippery contents of my well-used pussy being squeezed out and running down the cleft of my buttocks. The sweat on Bob's face glistened as a few drops landed on my breasts.

As a reward for the excellent orgasm he had given me, and wanting to try out my new willingness for dirty talk, I muttered,

"Oh Bob... that's great; fuck me harder; harder... fuck me harder...you're the best."

He looked surprised and delighted and quickened his rhythm. He was making me jerk and gasp with each jabbing motion and I dug my nails reflexively into the firm flesh of his pounding buttocks. Then he started to lose his rhythm and his body was seized with spasms and twitches as his cock exploded. I felt it swell and throb just before the wave of warmth hit my cervix.

After he rolled off me, I remained cuddled into him with my head on his shoulder and we fell asleep contentedly.

On the following day, we chatted happily about the experience I had been through. I realised with a feeling of relief that it had really brought us closer together. My pussy was aching a bit but I felt wonderful and was really glad that Bob was happy with me. We started to think up ideas of what we could do. It seemed that our sex life would never be dull again.

In addition, I was experiencing an ever-present and vivid memory of the intense pleasure I had enjoyed from being fucked by several men at once. I found that I had a nagging longing for more of the same. A demand that I couldn't shake off. I hoped that Bob would continue to go along with it. It felt as if with his persuasion and Jill's help I had really turned into a sexually voracious slut.

THE END