Unhappy Wife to Happy Slut Wife

Samantha (Sam) is in her early mid twenties. Already married and with two kids, she works at a family restaurant for the health insurance. And she hates the time away from her two daughters.

Her husband Randle (Rand), works in a warehouse, he works the swing shift. And there's lots of mandatory overtime he claims. It means he's away from home till very late in the evening often times. It also means he's not exactly the most attentive husband to his young wife.

So as the story often goes.

Early in their relationship things were magical. Lots to talk about and everything was an adventure. All things seem to be brand new and every idea was seized upon with a youthful vigor.

And as young lovers do, they steal every opportunity too fuck, whenever and wherever they can.

Sam had discovered the pleasure in being sexually adventurous with Rand. And Randle felt he was lucky to have found a girl who was accepting of his overt sexual proclivities for sex in public spaces.

As well, Samantha would very often encouraged him to screw her, maybe not so discreetly, in those public spaces.

She had discovered her inner exhibitionist, though inadvertently. She would hide her cravings from Rand as they grew more insatiable, she felt a little ashamed for liking the activity so much and didn't want her boyfriend to know and judge her as a slut.

But alas, the rush to be newlyweds opens the door to the harsh realities of marriage. And after the birth of their first unexpected, but inevitable child, that reality hits hard and fast. Then the second...

Young lovers grow up fast as father and mother. The husband and wife would never learn to coexist and their youthful passion for sexual connection, Their bonds of love, fade into memory.

So, it isn't long before the "young" man of the house finds the camaraderie of his buddies a sufficient alternative to his nagging wife's marital complaints and motherly woes.

Distance between them grows.

For Rand, sex with Sam had become passé at best, it would eventually become rather a second choice to jerking off to his favorite porn videos.

As it was, many of his options for sexual indulgence had been forbidden by his wife inexplicably. And now stealing time to watch porn was his way of being adventurous and defiant.

Sam on the other hand, was always busy. No free time for sexual adventure. And no privacy to masturbate to porn, or even her own thoughts for that matter.

Youthfully, Sam reveled (in) the sexual freedom and adventure of her exploits with Randle. She felt so deeply connected and their bonds of trust bound them together strongly. But that all seemed to just fade away so quickly and Rand seemed to loose interest in her.

The kids are now her ever present reminder that those days of passionate loving and adventurous sexual abandon are over for her.

At least she thinks it to be so...

And barely a handful of years have passed and the young mother has fallen out of love and into a depression of sorts.

Ever the dedicated mother she has become resentful of her husband and his lack of attention or participation in the marriage.

Yes, he is a goof of a father, but he does attend to his duties in that regard very well. But as a husband he undoubtably had much to learn.

It wasn't long till their sex life would become mundane and lacking. No longer is there any sense of adventure or spontaneity.

Rand was always eager to just get his dick in her for the most part. But Samantha grew to hate him for his single minded need to just cum in her and roll over.

She was tired of his immature adolescent sexual views, even though his sexual proclivities enabled her own sexual awakening.

They never had the chance to grow. And on the rare occasion that Rand fucked his wife, It's very often a one sided encounter leaving Sam used, a cummy mess and unsatisfied.

Samantha tries to hold onto what little semblance of love she still feels, but she finds it harder to do by the day.

Very often, Sam would settle the kids in front of the TV and slip into a bath. With the door open she could listen for the kids while she soaked.

On one such occasion, while she soothed her dreariness in the eucalyptus scented bubbles of her bath, her phone rings. Reaching for it and fumbling it once or twice she answers.

"Hello." She says.

"Hey Sam" The voice greets.

"Any chance you can work tonight?"

The restaurant manager had a call-out and needed her to fill in.

As she slumps in the bath water contemplating the request, she could hear her kids yelling and playing in the living room.

Usually Sam gets about twenty-eight hours a week. So this opportunity almost begs her to accept the extra hours. Feeling no other option she agrees to fill-in and hangs up.

The shift is till closing and Sam dreads needing to call Rand home early. So she puts it off and gets herself ready so she can just leave when he gets home.

Sending him a text... "I got called into work, you need to come straight home and watch the kids."

There's no response.

But a few hours shy of a full day, Rand walks through the door, he's pissed off about the half day, But also because he couldn't hang with the guys like always. So he stomps his way through the apartment like a petulant child angry at his mother.

Sam gathers her things and informs her husband that he needs to make the kids dinner.

She walks out the door without saying goodbye, nor kissing him. She's upset with his attitude and feels no guilt for him as she drives through the city that night.

As Samantha sits at a stop light she ponders her life. She starts to cry as she feels so lost and alone, so helpless and stuck. She wonders why she ever married him and almost regrets having his kids. Sam has thoughts of leaving him. She tries to ignore it but she can't help but feel like she might even hate him for how she feels. It's becoming overwhelming and she's depressed and sad.

A few months prior to that night, the apartment next door that had been vacant for nearly a year, got rented to an older couple. Sam met them on the day they moved in. Noting later to Rand, they were a very nice old couple.

Gary and his wife Sofie both prove to be very friendly and talkative with Samantha. Even as they were strangers having just moved in. Sam would go out of her way to say hello and such when she would see either of them. And eventually the two women would become pretty good friends.

As time went on and things became comfortable between neighbors. Sam would eventually start to confide in Sofie all her woes and frustrations. She would go into rather intimate detail about what was lacking in her life and marriage. Sofie was always very understanding and supportive. She seemed to have all the right advise and wisdom to share. And she helped Sam understand what she was feeling and going through in her life and with Rand.

Sofie understood exactly what Sam was feeling and what she needed.

As Samantha and Sofie got closer as friends, Sofie would start to include her husband Gary in some of their conversations about Rand, wanting to get his male and husbands prospective.

Sam could see that the older couple was very loving and caring with one another and she wanted that too. It made her depression and frustrations with Rand worsen.

In the months after they moved in, Gary, Sofie and Samantha would become a threesome of sorts. Sam would come to lean on them emotionally because she wasn't getting any emotional, and very little physical attention from her husband. And the distance between them had grown vast.

Sofie often shared with her husband the details of her conversations with Sam. So as the two women got closer and the details of things shared grew more intimate, Gary came to know a great deal about Sam. He was well aware of the types of things she was missing. Thus he knew what she was craving for in her marriage. Gary knew she had a need that wasn't getting fulfilled. He would play with his old dick often, ready and willing to fulfill that need if she would let him.

Sam grew very comfortable with her elderly neighbors, she got to know the old couple pretty well. And she felt safe around them and she was always welcomed in their home. And likewise Sam welcomed them into hers.

As Gary and Sofie had come to mean more and more to Sam, she started to let herself tread in some very dangerous and perverse waters. Sam could feel herself becoming attracted to Gary. He was nearly sixty but Sam only saw him as secure and very manly in his ways. It turned her on to think of what an older man would want to do with a much younger woman if he could.

It didn't help that he was almost always wearing shorts. He was unashamed of his masculine nature and obviously a man of size. Unlike Rand, Gary preferred the freedom of going commando. This fact was visibly obvious and Sam enjoyed watching him walk around his apartment, and her's as they would visit.

Sofie and Sam always greeted each other with physical affection, hugs and kisses on the cheeks and such. Her kids fell in love with the old couple as well. Sam knew she could trust them to watch the girls and the old couple made it clear she only needed to ask.

But as she grew to love her neighbors, Samantha was a bit cautious at first around Gary. He was a stern looking man, A bit gruff, and a rather tall guy at around six one or so and slender. He had always reminded her of a cowboy or trucker. But despite his intimidating appearance, she would discover he was a gentle man at heart. Sam liked him. He became the example of the man she wished she had married. And he was at least two inches taller than Rand.

Gary and Rand would talk sometimes when Rand was home. But there wasn't any kind of closeness between them really. Not like they had with Samantha. And Rand would often be a little jealous of the amount of time Sam spent with them. Even though they lived right next door.

But it gave him a bargaining chip when he wanted to go hang out with his buddies.

Gary and his wife were indeed a very loving couple. They had big hearts and making friends with Sam and her kids was very much a sincere gesture on their part. They grew to love that little family in short order. But there was much more to them that Sam would come to know eventually.

Gary and Sofie were practicing naturist, nudism was a large part of their life. And as well they participated in swinging off and on for many years.

As eventually Sam would discover the more discrete details of her neighbors lives, She would first find her own reasons for discretion.

The restaurant was across town. Sam usually had a thirty minute drive if traffic was good. So after being called in that night, she hits the time clock and starts her shift feeling angry and depressed at what she left at home, but energized by the chance to just immerse herself in the job and forget everything.

Sam was an opener, she had never been called to cover for anyone before, never mind on a closing shift. As someone who only worked mornings, Sam only knew a couple of names and maybe recognized a faces or two here and there of the night crew. But she would quickly discover the night crew employed more men than she was used to working with. And they were definitely being extra friendly to her.

The shift was busy and the night went past pretty fast. And before too long it was closing time and Sam had indeed forgotten all about Rand, especially because she was getting lots of attention from the other men working that night.

Several of the guys hit on her throughout the shift. A couple of them were much older but for the most part the guys were mostly around Sam's age or younger. And in her state of mind, Sam wasn't as offended by the attention as maybe she should have been. And she let the guys get more daring as the night went on.

Talking with the other hostesses, Sam got the general idea of who was who. And she also got warnings as well about who was just out to screw her if they could. It wasn't something Sam had ever experienced before. This was her first real job, and the whole work dynamic was new and now it was even getting exciting.

Before Rand, Sam hadn't had much experience with boys, nor had she had any real relationships. So to have a multiple of seemingly horny guys showing her all this attention was overwhelming, but still pretty exciting to her. And the guys teasing her and flirting with her made her feel desired and wanted. Rand just made her feel nothing but useless and a bit of a burden.

After getting home that evening, Sam still buzzed about the events of the night. It wasn't so much the work or customers, more so her interactions with her male coworkers.

Slipping out of her clothes in the bathroom, Sam took note of her heightened state of arousal. Standing in front of the mirror, she studied herself and ran her hands over her body, gently massaging and squeezing her sensitive areas. Sam was contemplating what all those guys wanted to do to her, a part of her wanted to let them.

Rand was sound asleep in the bedroom as she played with herself sitting on the toilet. Not so surprisingly she would cum very hard thinking about all those guys. A few of the younger guys were even kinda cute.

After slipping into bed next to her husband Sam thought about the older guys there in the back. She's coming to realize that she is really drawn to older men.

They didn't really tease her like the younger guys. And when they would talk to her they seemed to be more interested in her for other reasons. And they looked at Sam with lustful eyes and they spoke in softer voices, as if they were trying not to scare her off. They even said things to her at times that seemed too have double meanings. Subtle sexual things, ideas as it were. It felt a little creepy in the moments, but still, Sam was intrigued by them in hindsight. And though she would never admit it, she felt her pussy ache a little as the older men were casually flirting with her.

During her shift, Sam was cautious about getting caught alone in the storage room or the walk-in cooler by any of the guys. She couldn't help the feeling she got from them as they would look at her. It was a feeling they would likely try something if they caught her alone. It seemed unlikely really, but yet, very arousing if she thought about it.

As Sam lay in bed next to Rand she started to feel very turned on and horny again. She was as yet still wide awake. She couldn't help but think about what they all wanted from her. Old men wanting to screw her made her really horny. She imagined those men catching her alone in the storeroom.

Samantha put her hand between her legs and started to massage her pussy. She fantasized about bending over the stacked boxes and letting them pull her pants down. As she imagined all those guys taking their turns pounding at her pussy, she fingered herself into a sloppy wet mess. Sam lay next to her husband humping at herself and aching for a hard cock in her. Her mind was locked onto the men she worked with that night and not the one sound asleep next to her.

But as she ached and squirmed next to him with her fingers falling short of the job, Sam reluctantly reaches for her husbands dick. Tugging gently at him and squeezing him, she stroked him until she felt him begin to swell. Rand whimpered in his sleep as his dick hardened. As he woke, Sam rolls onto her side facing away from him. With her ass pressed against him, Sam reaches back for his hip and pulls. As he feels the supremely wet cunt of his wife, Rand lurches at her and buries himself in her. Sam groans deeply as her husband's stiff dick forces its way into her, she begins to imagines in her head all the guys taking their turns pumping their cocks in and out of her like the men do in those porns her husband watches.

While Rand pounds at her aggressively in real life. Sam would cum very hard again and again. Because in her mind it was her coworkers lined up pulling a train on her and fucking her. Not her husband...

The next day Sam shared the details of her shift with Sofie. She told her about the guys teasing and flirting with her. And how it was kinda fun to play around with them. But Sam held back the details of the older men and how she made her self cum thinking about them.

She did admit to having a bit of guilt over things. But Sofie laughed and told her not to worry about it and just enjoy it. "Life is too short too not have a little fun now and again." She said. Sam smiled and agreed, but in the back of her mind she thought about those men. Her guilt was real, but only because she was actually considering letting someone fuck her.

A couple of days later the night manager called again with the same request. Sam agreed to cover the shift again.

And again she was treated with playful flirtation. Except this time only one of the older men was working that night.

Not being the only woman working that shift, Sam watched to see how the older guy treated the other girls. It became pretty obvious that he was more interested in Sam than the others.

Covering that shift again went pretty much like the last time. Things were busy and Sam really only had time for quick and short chats in passing with the guys and the other girls working that night.

As well, Sam kept her distance from the old guy. But by surprise, after closing, she walked into the storage room while he was putting supplies away.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Sam says in a slightly surprised voice.

"That's ok" He says as he smiles at her. "My name is Ron."

"I'm Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam." Sam replies.

"I know..." he says again with a smile.

This was the first time they actually talked to each other and not just playfully bantered. Sam is very nervous. She hesitates to speak, but Ron takes the opportunity to chat her up. Standing there in the dry storage room, Ron and Sam get a chance to talk and a few minutes later they both emerge and Sam isn't so intimidated anymore. But still, and maybe even more so, Sam starts to feel a little bit more of an attraction to Ron. He seems nice and he was actually polite and friendly she noticed while they talked.

Ron is one of the cooks. He's in his late forties and married. But still Sam couldn't help but check him out.

At Six-one and a tall solid build, he looked as if he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and carry her easily. Though a man's physical attributes didn't really call her attentions usually, there was something more carnal about Ron that grabbed at her.

As everyone cleaned up for the night, she was talking with Ron as she would move through the kitchen. By the time she was ready to clock out she had decided that he was someone she wanted to get to know a little better, especially since she wasn't afraid to be close to him and flirt.

After the restaurant closed for the night Sam was walking out to her car when she heard Ron calling her name. He walked over to where she was parked and they stood for a moment and just smiled nervously at one another. "Nice car" He said. Sam smiled saying thanks, noting that it belonged to her husband Randle.

"Oh, ok" Ron said as he paused for a second.

"Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to stick around with us?" "We like to hang out and relax a while after closing."

Sam looked past Ron at the others. She wanted to, but still feeling a little shy she just said she needed to get home. So she thanked Ron for the invite and she got into her car and drove away.

She felt a little spooked by his request to stay and hangout. But in the back of her mind she felt a desire pulling at her. She wanted to stay. She wanted to finish that conversation they started in the storage room, but there was something else she was feeling as well. And Sam would admit this to herself while she lay in bed next to Rand fingering her pussy and thinking about Ron.