tagLoving WivesStaid Wife to Slut Wife Ch. 01

Staid Wife to Slut Wife Ch. 01

byNatalieH©

I was in a vanilla marriage. I know that now although looking back on it, at the time I never even knew what that term meant. I do now but luckily, things have changed so much in that respect over the 12 months since. The following series of stories is my recollection of how I have been transformed in to a typically tame of often dull suburban wife, into a whore and a slut for my husband (and anyone else as he sees fit!)

My name is Natalie. I am 35, I have long straight, jet black hair, 5' 7, slim figure and full 36C breasts. Men usually find me highly attractive and I've certainly never had problems catching their attention. Men compliment me on my looks, my pale blue eyes and my strikingly clear complexion. I hold a senior managerial job at my work and I dress accordingly, skirt suits, high heels, fairly straight laced but feminine, professional and well presented.

When not in work I am what you would call a girly girl, I wear feminine clothes and try my best to be elegant and neat at all times. My husband regarded me I think, as something of a catch when we met at a house party all those years ago and we 'enjoyed' a typically suburban lifestyle of too much work and too little time for any meaningful relationship. We were both career minded, worked long hours and would get in of an evening barely having the energy to talk to each other over our TV dinners.

My husband's name is Paul. He's 36, slightly greying, short black hair. He has a very pale complexion, but a warm and friendly face, pale blue eyes just like mine. He is quite well built although with the onset of the coming middle age, had lost a little of his rugged manliness that so attracted me to him all those years ago. He works for a construction company, having worked through the ranks over the 10 years he'd been with them, starting out as a qualified builder but now in a more managerial office role and physically suffering from being chained to a desk when his body was more used to manual work and rugged labour.

Marriage wise, as I said, we were truly vanilla back then. We'd met 10 years ago, still in the flush of youth. We'd never been a mad, adventurous couple but we started out enthusiastically and happily. Sex wise, like most other couples, we'd had plenty of it in during our engagement and then marriage but as in most cases, the spark fades somewhat as you settle into a routine. Whereas in the first two or three years it would not be uncommon for us to have spontaneous sex, or for me to blow him in the kitchen just because I felt like it, now, over time, it ended up routine and regimented and barely non-existent for us to enjoy any genuine intimacy together.

I will describe our sex life as it had become by this point in one single paragraph, via a typical sexual encounter of ours. I would be reading in bed, he would, usually on a Friday, slide his hand up my nightie. I would let him some of the times as I knew this was our code for 'let's have sex'. He would give me a quick five minutes or so sliding his finger in my pussy, whilst kissing me. He would undress, I would briefly grab his cock and hold it, until he would get on top of me and slide inside me. He would give me about three or four minutes of slow fucking until he was ready to come. He deposited his come inside me, I would get up, get cleaned up and get back into bed.

Occasionally, very occasionally, I could come from the fingering or I would continue to play with my clit while he was inside me. Mainly though, I would pretend, or barely bother to come but rationalising that it was keeping him happy and it wasn't un-pleasurable, just not amazing!

I don't want to get too depressing here, I don't mean to say that there wasn't any warmth between us anymore, there kind of was, but we had very much forgotten how to be passionate. In fact, passion in front of each other would seem kind of embarrassing and out of place, it was no longer what we did together. I had always loved Paul and he me, we had just forgotten how to be sexy with each other I think. Little did I know that just over a year gone, my forthcoming works Christmas party would leave to a chain of events that would see this vanilla life being smashed to pieces, thank God!

I remember the night in question like it was yesterday. Both Paul and I were on separate Christmas works parties. His was a few miles out of town and he and a few of his friends were going to stay overnight in the hotel that was part of the complex where the do was happening. It was one of those conference centre things were lots of different companies go to, a full bar, casino, games and entertainment. Paul had asked me if I wanted to go but by coincidence, my own do was on the same night. A more modest affair, we were going to town for a meal and a few drinks and maybe a club if we could last the pace!

Anyway, I'm not going to dwell on how or why it happened as that's not why I'm sharing this but after far too many drinks, I made a mistake of sharing a taxi with one of the guys from the office, Grant. He was a well-known Jack the lad and had made it known to all of us girls in the office that he was always up for a shag with anyone. A male slapper really and the office was always full of talk of his latest (usually failed) attempts at pulling one of us girls or chatting us up.

Thinking about him now, I did certainly find him attractive. He was well built and definitely loved himself. Deep brown eyes, thick set masculine complexion and a cheeky grin, always ready to flirt and 'look for skirt' and he had some of the characteristics in men I quite like, cocky, confident and brash. He wasn't however someone I'd ever looked at as anything other than a 'Jack the lad' and there were plenty of those around.

I wasn't thinking about any of this as I was speculating as to how to get home after the party. I was simply thinking that he could save me half of an expensive taxi fare home. He only lived about three streets from me and his offer of sharing a cab back didn't seem unreasonable and was in fact, convenient for me so I accepted routinely.

He may have been less drunk than me, or at least more aware of the potential of what could happen but to this day, I can't quite remember how he managed to end up sitting on my couch chatting to me, enjoying a glass of whisky. I must have succumbed temporarily to his 'gift of the gab' and considered that a little drink couldn't do any harm and that perhaps, I wanted a few more minutes of company before calling it a night and it was just a little Christmas drink.

I'm not going to go into detail about what happened with Grant, mainly because I can't actually remember in much detail but needless to say, he quickly had his hand up my skirt and reaching for my knickers. A little voice in my head told me to stop this but thus far in life, I hadn't done anything 'dangerous' like this before. In what mental faculties I had remaining I rationalised it, just the once, he'll never find out, it won't do any harm, sex has been so dull recently, it's nearly Christmas, it might be amazing, how long is it since I had amazing sex....!?

Grant was a fast worker. As these thoughts swirled around my head, I collected my senses to reveal he had already pulled my skirt over my hips and my knickers were quickly being pulled down my legs. Any doubt I had was swept away by his urgency and speed. He hardly paused, he pushed my legs wide apart and his fingers were already sliding inside my slit, quickly followed by his tongue as he buried his head between my legs.

I lay back and let it happen, I grabbed his head between my fingers as he lapped at my pussy with his tongue. I was starting to really enjoy it and getting lost in the moment but he seemed to lose interest in my pleasure as he just wanted his own. He stood up between my legs, looking down at me with a lewd grin on his face, as if to say, "this was easy", while he rapidly dropped his pants to the floor. I broke eye contact with him as I wanted to look at his dick before I would feel it penetrating me. It was nice and thick, not especially long but bent and curled upwards erotically. He was hard already and raring to go.

I saw him grab his cock, give himself a couple of preparatory strokes with his hand before kneeling between my legs and guiding it inside me. The sex wasn't great, far from it. He had a basic technique of sliding it deep inside me and then sliding almost all of the way out.

A minute or so in, I'd almost lost interest and just wanted him to finish. I avoided kissing him as I started to be more aware of the fact that I was already feeling guilty about my infidelity. Sadly, I thought that sex with this guy, whilst feeling a little daring at first, had quickly descended into being no less routine and dull than the formulaic sex that I have with Paul every once in a while, maybe every guy was like this I thought as I lay back and felt him fucking me almost disinterestedly.

Luckily, his lack of technique was matched equally by his lack of stamina. On his latest thrust into my pussy, he let out a low groan and I vaguely felt his cock twitch inside him as he groaned and held his cock inside me. The only thing I could think of was that I'm glad I'm on the pill and hopefully he's clean as the reality of what had just happened had dawned on me; cheating on my husband just for more unsatisfactory and unfulfilling sex. I almost felt cheated myself, if I'm going to risk my marriage, I'd at least expect a quick trip to heaven and back – it would have been nice I reasoned!

I considered that the scenario couldn't get much worse but it really did, considerably so. As Grant stood up with a satisfied smile on his face and his cock glistening from both our juices, savouring his all too easy conquest of my pussy, he wasted no time in starting to get his clothes back on. As he was just about to pull his boxers back on to my horror, the door opened and Paul strode in!

I froze in shock, my head in a whirl, there was no way whatsoever to even pretend anything other than sex had just happened. I was still sitting on the sofa, legs apart with my dress bunched around my waist, already starting to feel Grant's come leaking out of me and down my legs. He was in the process of getting dressed but his stiff prick was still on full display. My thoughts whirled, mainly to why the hell Paul was here, and to how he was going to react to catching his wife red handed just having been fucked by another man.

I had no idea what Paul would do. He surprised me. The only thing he said was, "What the fuck....?" as he quickly came to terms with the scene in front of him. He lurched at Grant but not to hit him as I thought he would, he simply grabbed his arm forcibly and pulled him out of the room, frog-marching him out of the house, Grant quickly trying to grab his clothes on his rapid way out but as far as I recollect, still having a smug grin on his face.

He'd gotten what he wanted courtesy of my open legs and now he was leaving me to face the music while he had lots of bragging material to discuss with his mates, not to mention work colleagues, OUR work colleagues! I heard the door slam behind him, the locks jangling with the force of the slam and I heard Paul angrily lock and bolt it before returning to me.

I wanted to cry and sob at that point, but I couldn't because I was too afraid of Paul's reaction. Was he about to throw me out into the street and start divorce proceedings, was our marriage over? I couldn't even really begin to process what had just happened to be honest but the night still had some even more amazing shocks in store.

Paul strode over to me defiantly and angrily. I had at least managed to pull the hem of my dress over my legs and adjusted my top so I was sort of decent before him. He stood in front of me imposingly and looked sternly into my eyes:

"Drunken Christmas fling?" he enquired sharply and loudly.

"Yes....I mean.....sorry...I don't know how....." my head was spinning, I didn't know what I was saying, or what to say, I didn't even know if he was asking me a question or just stating a fact. I spoke with my eyes to the floor, too ashamed to look at him.

He was behaving strangely, looking into my eyes once I had looked up, as if searching for something. He stood between my legs and lifted my dress up before I could even finish what I was saying. A strange act that shut me up instantly in puzzlement. He wasn't listening to what I had to say. I made no attempt to stop him as he seemed to survey my exposed pussy in detail.

I had no idea what he was looking for and I didn't know what was happening at all, everything had already gotten so out of hand and weird.

Suddenly he stood rigidly in front of me and started to undress, looking into my eyes the whole time as he practically ripped some of his clothes off. I watched him in disbelief for a few seconds as he pulled his shirt off, kicked his shoes off, his whole body rigid with tension, or something.

Before going any further I shouted out:

"What are you doing? What's going on...?"

Paul looked at me but didn't say a word. I sat there and watched as he completed his urgent strip, quickly pulling his pants down so he was down to his boxers. I noticed immediately how aroused he was, the boxers were tented almost comically, straining to keep his hard-on in. They didn't strain for very long, he pulled them off and kicked them dismissively across the floor.

I was breathless at the sight now before me; my husband of many years, who hadn't shown all that much interest in sex of late, was naked and standing in front of me, his wife, grabbing his engorged cock and stroking it even as I could still feel the sperm of another man seeping out of my pussy. I felt like prey in the hunter's sight as he stroked his cock, looked me in the eye and moved in.

My head was in a total mess but I can't deny how completely aroused I was. Paul seemed so much more masculine and strong than I'd seen him recently, or at least, had thought about him. In addition, his cock – my God, his cock just looked so much thicker, bigger and angrier than I'd ever seen it before. Even from a few inches away, I could see the thick veins wrapped around the shaft of his cock pulsating in his hand as he looked at me, still on the sofa, his recently fucked-by-a-strange-guy-wife.

I had never seen him so turned on, so hard and so erotic. As daft as it sounds (as I know you know what's about to happen!) it still hadn't occurred to me at that point that Paul was going to have sex with me. As he stroked his cock, I thought (for some reason) he was just tossing himself off or that he'd gone a bit mental at having had to endure the sight of another man putting his cock back in his pants covered in my pussy juice but I was shocked even further by what he did next. He said:

"I never knew you were such a cheap whore letting some guy from work fuck you. This changes a lot, starting with now, I'm going to give you what every slut deserves."

I'd never heard Paul say things like that to me ever before and in anything approaching a normal scenario, I would have taken great offence. Now though, his talk, his demeanour and his taking charge of the situation made me lost and dizzy with total lust.

I realised then for the first time that he was going to fuck me. I didn't understand why he would want to, after what he had just seen but as I realised what was about to happen, my pussy stirred and throbbed in lust. I wanted him to take me hard. In fact, I wanted him to fuck me angrily. I was a slut wasn't it? Of course I was, Grant's come was dripping down my leg as I thought about it – I was a slut. Shit, Paul....fuck me...like a slut...I want you to.....punish me by fucking me hard and taking what you want from me....

My mental urgings to him were wholly unnecessary as his mind was already set on fucking me. He didn't see the need seemingly to gain my approval. He knelt down between my legs and in the briefest of seconds and without any form of subtlety or care, he slammed me full of cock immediately. As he sank his thick pole all the way inside me, I arched my back sharply and screamed out! I'd never screamed out before like that, but this time I screamed almost animalistically in lust as I felt my pussy throb around his pulsing shaft as I was suddenly and totally taken.

He was surprisingly silent but determined. He ground his crotch into me forcefully as every square centimetre of his shaft was buried deep inside me, I could feel his ball sack press against the outside of my pussy and he gripped my hips with his hands firmly, pulling my whole body down onto his cock as if determined to get as much dick inside me as humanely possible. I heard the erotic 'squelch' as his cock slid in and out of my already used hole.

"Ah yes, you dirty slut, take my cock, take it...." He said as he began to thrust sharply in and out of me. I was lost in the feeling of his cock spearing into me, I lifted my legs across his hips, digging my feet into his bum to try to get him even further inside me. I just wanted fucking, hard, and he was giving it to me, roughly, urgently and completely. Yes, make me a slut, take me hard you fucking stud I thought as I felt my boobs, and every else for that matter, rock sharply back and forth in time with his urgent thrusts.

In the last fragments of conscious thought I had, I knew I was so turned on that just a few strokes of my clit would bring me to a shattering orgasm. I'm a girl who always needs at least a little clitoral stimulation to come. I reached between my legs and slammed my fingers between them. On each lusty outward thrust of Paul's cock, I rubbed my clit.

My mental fog of excitement had me delirious as I pictured what was going on in my pussy, my fingers rubbing, his thrusting cock pistoning in and out of me, my whole body being forced back onto the couch with the force of his guttural rutting. I was right, it only took a few seconds before I was screaming in ecstasy, my whole body almost shutting down as my head swam in bliss as I was wracked by the most powerful orgasm of my life, so powerful it made me cry tears of pleasure.

Paul hadn't finished but he wasn't far behind. He thrust through my orgasm as if not interested. I looked up at him between my legs, he wasn't even looking at me now, he was just concentrating on rutting me. I loved his masculinity and power as I saw his head rise back sharply and I felt his thick pipe spasm between my well-used pussy as he filled me full of his come. His mouth open in his own bliss, he let out only a low moan as he pumped me full of what felt like a gallon of sperm, so much that I'm sure I felt some trickle out immediately and run down into my bum.

As I felt he was finishing, I was surprised again as he withdrew his cock and took hold of my hand. At first I thought it was a sign of affection and he wanted a post coital cuddle but I was very much mistaken. He only grabbed my hand to push me onto the floor so I was kneeling in front of him, only inches away from his still throbbing penis.

"Now you're going to suck my dick clean since you've shown how much of a slut whore you've been. Suck it clean, seen as there's two loads of cum coating my cock, you dirty tramp!"

My breath was almost taken away by this little speech. I couldn't believe how wound-up and aggressive my husband was being. Again, normally I would be disgusted by what he had just said but I barely had time to think. Paul grabbed the back of my head firmly and pushed my face sharply towards his cock. I decided not to think, and not to resist as I knew I wanted to do this.

Something that had been dormant inside me for many years was re-awakening. I always knew I was submissive, always knew I loved a masculine man who could dominate me and treat me like a slut. I wanted to be the simpering, weak female who would do the bidding of her man without question and with all those thoughts swirling around my head, I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips lovingly over his glistening dick.

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