Slut Wife - Am I Cheating Slut?

At first my attitude was compliant. I had fucked him over and I "owed" it to him. But I was soon enjoying being his fuck toy and he was taking charge of me as he had never done before. Was he behaving this way because of his own hurt pride? Was it a reflection of reduced respect for me? I don't know but we were finding a new level of connection and that seemed like a good thing.

......

The following week Darren invited me to stop by his house on Saturday. I made no attempt to hide my plans from Bill.

We were still deeply confused about where things were going when I got to Darren's house that day.

He was in a rather sombre mood as he led me into a den off of the entry hallway. There was a window that looked out onto a large backyard and I could see pool, pool house and another wing of his large sprawling bungalow. I knew Darren was successful, but this suggested something closer to rich.

Anyway, I was wearing a pair of tight low sling jeans with dark stilettos and a midriff baring halter top. As always I was dressed to entice but at first he didn't seem to be in the mood.

Before we even sat down Darren turned me around, looked me in the eye and said. "You are married."

I was stunned. How did he know? Why hadn't I told him? Was this the end for us?

A few short days earlier I was a cheating slut who had both men in thrall. Now Bill was actively thinking about other women and Darren was standing in front of me visibly irritated. I could lose one or both and I sure wasn't in control anymore.

"Does your husband know you have been banging me?"

"As of a week ago."

He was not happy. I was stammering my way through an apology that offered little in the way of explanation when a knock came on the door. Darren just looked at me and said. "You should have told me. Your other lovers are none of my concern but you should have told me you were married." Then he instructed me to take off my clothes as he was leaving the room to get the door.

My horror was mixed with an odd pride at the fact that he thought I might have other lovers and relief that he still wanted me...or at least the fact that he wanted me naked was a good sign. I had never before experienced such a compulsion to be submissive.

What kind of a filthy slut had I become? Here I was stripping as fast as possible, trying to find a mirror to check my naked self, making sure to put my heels back on after peeling off my panties, checking the trim job around my pussy and generally buzzing with sexual arousal. All in the interests of making sure my extra-marital lover would still want to fuck me. The fact that a stranger was talking to him just a few steps from where I was making myself as naked, slutty and desirable as possible barely registered and modesty certainly wasn't a consideration.

This wasn't what I was supposed to want but it unequivocally was and is what I want...to stand waiting for Darren like his compliant, obedient slut then go home to my husband. I don't mean this is all I want out of life. I mean that at this moment I couldn't resist the immediate temptation which had gone beyond lust and sex to include submission. For me there is joy in submission. I will do things under direction because I want to please that I would never decide on my own.

I had barely gotten myself naked and as composed as I could be when I heard Darren tell the other man that the side gate was probably latched so he should come through the house to open it from inside. It sounded like workers - presumably garden or pool - who needed access to the yard. Darren led him past the room that I was standing in looking directly forward. The worker, a middle aged hispanic man, got as much of an eyeful as he could without falling behind.

Darren let the man out the back patio door off the kitchen then grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. He came back into the room where I was waiting and put his beer on the side table. As he sat down Darren grabbed my forearm and pulled me down so that I was knocked off balance and thrown over his knee. One powerful arm pressed down on the top of my back mashing my tits into his thigh and the other powerful hand rested on my ass. He paused for a moment, I thinking waiting to see how I would react. I laid there compliantly shivering with anticipation.

Darren is so much stronger than me that he can handle me rather easily without excessive force. But the first smack on my ass hurt. It stung like a son of a bitch and was followed by another just as hard. I writhed and squealed involuntarily. Darren held me firmly though and said. "That's for not telling me you were married."

Then he did it again. Two hard open palm slaps on my ass. "That's for being a cheating slut."

Then he plunged two fingers into my pussy as I lay there restrained with my ass in the air. It was soaking wet. He slapped me one more time saying. "And that's because i know you like it."

Then Darren picked me up and put me on my feet as he was standing up. "Get down on all fours on the coffee table...Good now arch your back and put your face down on the table...Spread your legs a few more inches...There that's it slut. I call this the presenting position...This is how many female animals present themselves when they want to be fucked."

He paused and I stayed perfectly still while I heard him unzip his pants behind me. "Is that what you want Lara? Are you presenting that slutty pussy to me because you want to get fucked?"

"Yes, yes it is Darren. Please fuck me."

"I don't know if you deserve to get fucked."

"Please."

"Do you think you deserve it slut?"

After a long pause I said. "No."

"Why not? Tell me why not."

"Because I have been a cheating slut."

"That's right. You are a cheating slut. And why is that?"

"You."

"I can't hear you."

"You. Because of the way you fuck me. Please fuck me Darren. I am so sorry I didn't tell you. Please forgive me and fuck me now."

Finally I felt the head of my lovers magnificent cock parting my pussy lips. I was so wet he slid in easily but I still felt the intense pressure of his size as he plunged himself deep into me all in one stroke. I gasped and screamed but he just grabbed my hips and pounded my slutty pussy. Within a few strokes I was adapted to his dick and I was gushing my thanks for fucking me.

The sting on my ass was still intense enough to add to my orgasm. As Darren brought me there my legs started to lose coordination and I couldn't maintain my position on the coffee table. He picked me up and fucked me like a rag doll until he was sure I'd gotten the full orgasm. Then he tossed me onto my back on the couch. I spread my legs for him as my lover took me once again. My pussy was sensitive and still shivering with the end of my first orgasm but my man wanted more now. Again with one full hard stroke he entered me fully as he held me by the ankles with my legs extended high and spread wide.

My headway wedged into the corner of the sofa and my big tits bounced back and forth as Darren fucked me. After a few moments he let go of my legs and I bent my knees but let my legs spread as wide as they would go to give him maxim freedom of movement especially inside my tightly stuffed pussy. He leaned forward taking both of my hands in one of his and holding them over my head. As he leaned forward and ground his pelvis into my clit while he was pounding me he started to squeeze my tits.

He was soon manhandling them, lightly slapping them and pinching my nipples. Just like our first time I thought about how this is normally not my thing but with such a powerful man filling me with cock and so ably leading me to orgasm it was another layer of stimulation accumulating in my body. He built my physical release up in layers all the while using me for his own filthy pleasure. I am his filthy little fucktoy - I know it and like it.

I felt a squirting orgasm build deep within me. Darren knew that it would be a better release if he removed his big cock from my quivering slutty snatch. He pulled out of me but continued to expertly tweak my clit with his cock and fingers until my body yielded and I released my fluids while Darren held me in a state of euphoria for as long as possible. When I was spent I finally regained composure and saw my lover with his hug cock in his hand stroking it overtop of me as he straddled my stomach with one foot on the floor.

Still not quite spent he put his fat dick between my tits and with one hand on each side wrapped my tits around his cock and started fucking. His cock was drenched in my pussy juice and I could taste it as he let me lick and nibble on the head while he tit fucked me. It was only a moment until he was finally ready. He moved up further so that he could hover above me and put his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and held my head in position so that he was about 3" into my mouth while he stroked the shaft of his dick. A licked and sucked and smiled up at him ready for my feeding. Darren unloaded thick gobs of cum at just the right depth to make sure I tasted him. I swallowed furiously determined to get it all. He had taught me to breath through my nose during those cock sucking lessons in his office. He smiled at me as he saw me take the last of him while I took a breath so that I could keep his dick in my mouth until it was fully cleaned. After I swallowed it all I pushed my head forwards to get all of him then sucked hard as I pulled my head back leaving my man's beautiful cock nice and clean. Now that is a trick that only dedicated sluts know about I thought to myself.

Darren let go of my head and his fat dick exited my mouth with a plop. He stood up and then helped me up. The he grabbed his beer from the side table and led me to the kitchen. We both stood in our naked freshly fucked glory as he asked if I would like a drink.

He was pouring my white wine when he said. "I won't sneak around or behave differently than if you weren't married."

"I won't ask you to."

He handed me my wine as he picked up his beer.

"Cheers." *tink*

"Do you think an open marriage will work for you?"

"I don't know."

That was the last we discussed of it.

"Did you bring a bathing suit?"

"No I didn't know you had a pool."

"Oh well there will be one that fits you in the poolhouse."

Darren downed the last of his beer and cracked a fresh one. Then he went to the patio door with me in tow. When we got outside I saw the man that saw me inside and one other man about the same age. They were working in the garden. Both were more discrete than he had been in the house but had a good look at my naked body. I liked the attention and strutted just a bit more than I needed to.

When we got to the poolhouse Darren put on a pair of boxer trunks and tossed me the skimpiest white bikini I had ever seen. It was one of those ones from Wicked Weasel.

Darren showed me around his house and then we sat by the pool. For the workers I was a fixture to be enjoyed. They were still there when Darren took me to the poolhouse and fucked my brains out again after lunch.

Friends of his stopped by a couple times. In all I think about six guys and two women got to meet Darren's new slut. Me. Of course he didn't say it that way but we all knew it.

And when we were alone again after dinner, just about an hour after dark, he was reclined in his favourite chair by the pool. I got down on my knees and gave him a long sloppy blowjob just the way I know he likes it.

Later that night when he took me to his bed and I lay freshly fucked on his cool sheets I thought I couldn't imagine being anymore wantonly slutty. But my adventures were just beginning.

When I got home the next day Bill hadn't come home yet...apparently his adventures were just beginning as well.

......

In a few short months I went from faithful wife, to cheating slut to just plain slut. Now I am happy not to be cheating anymore.

As empowering as it is for a woman to have the right to say 'no', ironically true liberation came with the right to say 'yes'.