Slut Wife - Am I Cheating Slut?

I instinctively squirmed away from him but his powerful hands held me firm and he slowly eased his big dick into me. After the initial shock of entry it was a more comfortable and easy adaptation for the next few inches. His big cock was only about halfway in when he started to stroke back and forth. Because of the way he was standing he could adjust his height so that he brushed against my g-spot, stretched my lips, filled me up all at the same time. When he moved upwards I felt his size bump against my clit but even when he pushed in a bit lower his shear size tugged at it indirectly.

From all angles being fucked by Darren was a new sensation and my toes were starting to curl before he was more than half way into me. Then he started probing deeper with each thrust touching a place that had never been touched before. It wasn't quite painful, but the discomfort merged into a tingling sensation that swept up from my core and made my whole body tingle like his cock was electrified. As that sensation swept over me Darren put one hand on each of my big heaving tits and held firmly, tweaking my nipples sharply. It was like he was completing the electrical circuit delivered by his cock on up to my nipples. I have never liked that in the past but when he did it like this I instantly moaned and bucked with my back arching as my first ever squirting orgasm built up in me.

Somehow Darren knew because he pulled his dick out of me and painted my clit while I squirted all over him and my body bounced over the waves of orgasm before crashing limply onto the table. My lover held onto my legs at the ankles and pointed them up and apart as he eased his cock into me once more. It was still a tight fit and sensitive after my orgasm but he was gentle and I opened for him more easily this time.

And then he started fucking me again, exploring deeper with each stroke. Touching me places no man ever had. I was a vibrating puddle of orgasmic delight by the time Darren was ready to cum. He was still a good 2" shy of feeding me all he had when his magnificent cock filled me with cum. And I do mean filled me. When Darren finally eased his big cock out of me there was a steady stream of his jizz oozing out of my sloppy pussy. And when I got to my feet it was running down my legs.

Darren grabbed a paper towel and we cleaned up all his cum...all the while chatting amiably as we have always done.

Nobody had ever taken liberties with me the way Darren did that day. It wasn't so much that he was taking the liberties that he wanted to take but rather the ones that I wanted him to take. The two melded together and I encouraged him every step of the way. He opened me up, spread me out, laid my sex bare and took it for himself. Since that day I have never denied Darren anything as he has nudged my boundaries ever outward.

When I got home Bill still wasn't home from work. I wanted to clean-up because it felt as though I smelled of slutiness. It wasn't typical for me to shower at that time so when he saw me coming out of the shower as he got home I made up an excuse about wanting to be fresh for him. Bill took that to mean sex and really appreciated the suggestion. He fucked me three times that night and we had amazing sex.

Yes I felt guilt, but to be honest at that time I was feeling mostly satisfaction.

I know that most people probably have a hard time seeing past my betrayal and I understand that perspective. Others will be titillated by it and want to delve right into why I cheated. I was a muddled mix of emotions but the fact is that my experience with both men is equally appealing. Whereas Darren took my sex, Bill coaxed it from me through a long gentle session of sensuous love making. Any woman would be lucky to have experienced sex with either man but both in one day was one of the most exquisite sexual experiences of my life. I experienced desire I previously thought didn't exist in me.

I am not saying that my personal liberation somehow justifies betraying my husband. It doesn't. I talk a lot about equality and I would be the first to deny any man who uses his own liberation as a justification for his unfaithfulness. But the only person whose forgiveness I must seek is my husband's and we'll get to that soon enough.

It never crossed my mind on this day that I want to trade in Bill for Darren. I want them both.

......

By the time I woke up for work the next day I had convinced myself that the tryst with Darren was a one time thing. It was best for all if I just hid it away forever. Meanwhile I picked a slightly smaller and snugger outfit than I normally would for that day and virtually every day thereafter, because...well you never know. How is that for cognitive dissonance? I wanted him again as soon as possible. My self-delusion was just a way to put off addressing my betrayal.

It was wednesday of that week before I saw Darren again. I was asked to do a deficiency review with him and the client at the house where he had fucked me just a few days earlier.

On that particular day I was wearing a pencil skirt, fitted blouse with lace bra and back seam stay-up stocking. The minute I walked in the foyer there was electricity between us. And when we were alone looking over the plans Darren's hand immediately went to my thigh, tracing up the inside and lifting my skirt until he found the top of my stocking. I was very forward but I had already let him fuck me on this very counter now hadn't I?

I was just as conscious as ever of being caught, but I was more interested in the fact that he still wanted me. It wasn't just a one-time thing. I am as desirable as he made me feel that first time. I smiled at him and opened my legs just a bit for his access while I leaned over the counter.

An hour after he left he sent me a text message. He would be doing his usual weekend inspection at another house. He just sent me the time and location expecting that I knew what he expected. He was right.

......

I spent the next couple days trying to think up an excuse to tell Bill so I could meet up with Darren. On Friday night Bill told me he had a late tee time the next day so I said I would probably go to the fitness club. Problem solved and no excuse necessary.

Bill was barely out the door when I picked out my outfit. Another sun dress. This one has a bit more torso coverage than the one I wore last time but features an extra short hemline skirt for easy access. Yes, I was going out of my way to make my sex available to Darren.

When I got the the house few words were spoken. I threw myself into his arms and we kissed passionately in the front hall. Darren carried me into the kitchen and bent me gently over the main countertop - again no words, just his body language and gentle guiding hand told me to be compliant.

He lifted my skirt and slowly peeled my panties off. Like before he took his time, making me wait as my head and heaving breasts rested on the counter. I breathed and squirmed but dared not move, revelling in the completeness of my surrender. I would stay in that position with my sex displayed to him for as long as he liked. Darren delicately traced his hands up and down my bare legs then started licking my pussy and ass while I gasped my appreciation and unconsciously spread my legs to give him full access.

It was only a few moments but it felt like an eternity until he stood and I heard him unzip his pants. It sounded lascivious and dirty. With any other man I would be too self conscious...of what he thought...of my own surrender...of the possibility of someone walking in. For Darren I just waited anxiously for him to fuck me. As I imagined what we must look like I whispered to myself "fuck me."

"What is that Lara?" Asked Darren.

"Fuck me please." I said louder now.

"You got it babe." Said Darren as he slapped my ass with one hand while guiding his fat dick into my wet pussy with the other. This time it parted my lips more easily than the first time and slid in like it was coming home until only 2" remained. He was as deep as the first time he fucked me and he still had more cock to feed into my hungry pussy. The mental build-up had been so intense that almost as soon as those last 2" gently found new territory and touched me where I had never been touched before I started to shudder.

For the first time my lover was able to grab my waist and pound his cock into me as fast and hard as he could without hurting me. How easily he had spread me and made me his slut. I could hear his balls smacking against my pussy as he thrust harder and faster. It was quick and intense and urgent. As his big dick brought me an orgasm from a new place deep within my slutty pussy he stiffened and shot a thick load into me.

We were both gasping amid the afterglow when he introduced me to another first. Darren got down on his knees and ate his own cream pie out of my swollen pussy. It shocked me and I started vibrating with a clit stimulated orgasm within seconds. He held me up as my legs failed me then slowly abated his pace until I regained composure. As we both stood up Darren peeled my dress off over my head. His pants were zipped up again but I stood naked.

He was not done with me but he wasn't in a rush. We stood and talked, cuddling, kissing and fondling all the time. Then he took me on a tour of the house. Normally self-conscious I was enjoying his enjoyment of my nudity because the simple act of slipping off my dress had made his feelings clear. I was proud of my ability to be so casual and comfortable in my own skin.

By the time we were done our walk around my pussy was on fire again, but this time I wanted to see his beautiful body. There was a painter's drop cloth in the dining room and I took it upon myself to spread it out on the floor. Then I took his hand and led him over to it and slowly undressed my lover. He was everything I remembered from the first time - thick and strong and masculine. He had a typical amount of body hair but was well groomed and clean...tall and broad shouldered with a fat cock seemingly halfway down to his knees.

I told him I wanted to do the work this time. He laid on his back and I slowly lowered myself onto his long fat cock. I wasn't used to this angle so it took a while to work it all the way in. I did my best to ride him and I am more than fit enough. But the addictive sensation of his dick reaching so deep into me soon had me feeling weak as my body's craving gave me away again. When I could no longer move in a coordinated fashion Darren started to thirst upwards. I clenched my stilettoed feet around the inside of his thighs and let him take me. It felt like I was riding a wild animal as he fucked me to a toe curling orgasm. Twenty minutes had passed but it felt like a minute until I was standing up naked with his cum dripping from my pussy.

Again we talked and spent a few moments together. I only reached for my dress when it was time to leave. There was still just enough time for me to stop in at the health club for a quick shower. My workout clothes wouldn't be sweaty since the only workout I had gotten was with me fully naked. Bill would be unlikely to notice but if he did I would just say I had skipped the workout and settled on a long sauna and hot tub.

My willingness to think in such a way - covering my tracks, planning my excuses - was starting to register the need to do something about my betrayal. I knew now that i wasn't going to stop so I started thinking about how to deal with Bill. In the meantime I went home to my loving husband who fucked my brains out that night - another delicious opportunity to fuck my two favourite men in the same day. I wanted to keep them both.

......

The following week Darren sent me a text asking me to meet him at his office at 3:30 on Friday. Neither of us had any doubt that I would be there.

It turns out that his staff and crew leave at 3:00 on Fridays. It was a small simple open concept space. There was nobody else around so I followed the sound of Darren's voice to his office. He welcomed me in but he motioned to his telephone headset to let me know he was on a call. It was obvious that he couldn't extract himself from the conversation as quickly as he would have liked.

Of course I was prepared to wait as long as necessary, but after a few minutes I decided to liven things up a bit. I stood in front of my lover and slowly unbuttoned my fitted blouse then slipped it off my shoulders and tossed it onto his couch. Then I unclasped my bra and let my big tits bounce free for his viewing pleasure. My snug low cut jeans weren't designed for easy access but wiggling out of them was a perfect opportunity to swing my hips and shake my tits for him before turning and bending at the waist as I slipped them down to the floor. I had to slip off my high heeled pumps to get the jeans off but slipped them right back on, knowing full well how they accent my body.

Fully naked now I took my time setting my clothes in a pile on the other side of the room before getting down on all fours and crawling too him. Darren spread his legs and I kneeled up to unzip his pants. As I wrestled his magnificent cock free of his underwear it seemed even bigger and more beautiful than I recalled now that I had a chance to inspect it up close.

Sucking a big cock like Darren's presents some unique challenges. I don't care what the pornos say you don't just ram it in. Frankly it is tempting to fake it by giving him a hand job with the occasion lick of his cock head. But I was determined to prove my cock sucking skills and dedication to his sexual pleasure. As any good cock sucker will tell you - no teeth. When a dick is this fat you have to open your jaw fully which makes it harder to use your lips and apply suction. And even though I had sucked more than enough dicks to know how to control my gag reflex his girth was almost too much to fit.

It is a good thing I don't wear a lot of make-up because I was soon slurping, sucking and watering from my eyes and nose due my enthusiastic commitment to his wonderful cock.

Even after his phone call was done Darren stayed there encouraging me and giving me direction on how to suck his cock. As hard as I tried it was evident that I was not going to be able to get him off with just a blowjob. Eventually Darren picked me up and tossed me playfully onto his couch while he peeled off his clothes. Then he rewarded my efforts with a good hard fuck and when he was ready to cum he pulled out of my pussy and put it in my mouth to feed me as if I had earned it all with my blowjob efforts. I swallowed every drop before he sent me on my way.

This night there was no opportunity to shower before I saw Bill, but my desire overwhelmed me. I pounced on him and fucked his brains out less than an hour after Darren had fucked me to orgasm.

For the next three Fridays a similar scene played out at Darren's office. He quite literally taught me how to suck a long, fat cock. And in between rendezvous I sucked Bill's cock everyday, partly for practice and partly because I was so sexed up. By the fourth Friday I graduated. I was good enough to bring him off with just my mouth. I drove hime feeling more proud of my cock sucking abilities than ashamed of my betrayal.

That isn't the way it should be for a faithful wife but that is how I felt. Which is why I knew it was time to tell Bill.

......

Obviously I had let things get out of hand. The only silver lining was that I'd had time to think about it. My first instinct was to just end my marriage with minimum explanation. I tried to tell myself that doing so would save Bill some pain and grief.

But that was nonsense. In the absence of any explanation he would default to the worst assumptions anyway, as would most rational humans. And having me say dumb things like "its not you its me" or " I don't want to talk about it because I don't want to hurt you" would be patronizing and doubly painful as a result. The fact is that those ideas were just lame excuses for me not to have to face up to my actions.

What is fair and right? Well not cheating on him in the first place of course. But at this point all I could do was be honest and as gentle as possible and give him the latitude to react. If screaming and yelling and cursing me out might provide a release or helps him salvage his pride...well the least I could do was take it like a grown-up.

Once my mind was made up I was anxious to get on with it. I just told him flat out that I had been having sex with another man. He was stunned at first but then the questions came.

"No I am not in love with him."

"No we are not a couple and I don't plan to move in with him or pursue a committed relationship."

"No it isn't because of anything deficient about you."

"Yes, I still love you and want to be with you."

"Yes, that is the reason I have been so sexed up lately."

"Yes, some days when I fucked you I had already fucked him."

"When I was with you I was thinking of you most of the time...but yes sometimes I was thinking of him."

"I can't commit to never see him again. That is why I am telling you this."

"I know it is selfish but I don't actually want to be without you. I just can't commit to monogamy anymore. And I understand if you want to leave."

"No I am not trying to put the decision on you, but it would be disingenuous to say I want to break-up."

"Yes, I do want to have my cake and eat it too."

"Yes, what I did was bitchy and selfish and I am sorry."

Bill was hurt and confused and angry. I rolled it over and over in my mind. Could I have done this better, aside from not cheating that is? Maybe I said too much? Maybe I shouldn't have shared all of my feelings? Did I do that because it was the right thing...because it thrilled me a bit to admit my lust to my husband...because I was really hoping he would stay in which case he needed to know my true feelings?

A day later when emotions had subsided a bit, Bill made the obvious conclusion. Either we break-up or we have an open marriage. Its not like we just suddenly decided "oh well let's fuck other people." I don't think either of us saw this as a solution or settled matter. It was in effect a way to even things out enough that Bill wouldn't feel compelled to leave me right away.

To this day I am surprised that I never saw this coming. I kind of expected our relationship to end, but even if it didn't and I got to have my cake and eat it too it somehow hadn't occurred to me that Bill might be with other women. Even though I have portrayed Darren as my ultimate alpha male Bill is no slouch. He is handsome, intelligent and a good lover. Maybe he wasn't as dominant as Darren or his cock was merely above average rather than huge, but he would have no problem attracting women. How had I gotten so far and been so self involved that I never contemplated the notion of Bill fucking other women? The thought of it elicited a pang of jealousy and an even larger dose of titillation - the fine line between pleasure and pain that seemed to be becoming my addiction.

An open marriage - the blindingly obvious outcome that I was just now coming to grips with. I got everything I wanted with an unforeseen hitch. I had to give something up too. In truth I was unsure and even contemplated trying to just unwind it all. But it was too late. It wouldn't be fair to Bill to reverse course now after I'd had my fun. And I didn't think he would even if I asked. Bill was taking control of his own direction now.

We talked and argued for hours that night. And when things settled down we melted into each others arms because we both needed to be embraced. It soon turned to sex - rough, angry, dirty sex. It was as if Bill was trying to prove something and that is exactly what he did. That whole weekend was surreal. It seemed like every time I got within 6 feet of Bill he bent more over the closest piece of furniture and fucked me raw.