How I Got My Mom/MILF/Slutwife Fetish

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I have a lot of fantasy-based stories that I will post over time, but I find nothing more erotic than real life. This is my true story.

When I was a kid growing up I was the nosiest bastard you ever met. My parents could never hide Christmas or birthday presents from me. I knew from the age of about 8 that there was no Santa Claus because of this. I think my parents knew from an early age that I was finding everything, but chose to play the game more so for their own benefit than mine.

At age 14 I experienced an event that I believe set me on the course of having numerous of my fetishes, specifically my mother/son fetish, my cuckoldry/hotwife/slutwife fetish and my foot fetish. One day after arriving home from school I was being my typically nosey self and I dug back into the deepest, darkest recesses of my mom’s closet and stumbled upon an old Tampa Nugget cigar box. I immediately knew what was in it. Pictures. I knew this because all of our family photos were stored in the hallway closet in cigar boxes. I pulled the old cigar box from under the pile of shoe boxes and various other items and sat on the floor next to my parent’s bed and popped it open. The pictures were very old. They were all in black and white and the clothes and hairdos told me I was looking at pictures from the 50’s and probably early 60’s.

About halfway into the box there was a “panel” that was the bottom of another cigar box that had been inserted inside of the box to create a sort of false bottom. It wasn’t very well constructed or hidden. I slid the panel out and was shocked at what I saw. The very first picture on top was my mom and my aunt Jenny, standing side-by-side, totally naked and holding what looked like big carrots. Mind you, the pictures were black and white and I was entirely too young and naïve to know what a vibrator was, so I saw carrots.

As I flipped through the pictures I was in awe. They just got naughtier and naughtier as I went through them. One showed my mom on her back pushing a carrot into her vagina. In another she had her legs in the air with a carrot in her butthole and vagina both. Another showed her sister spread wide on the bed and my mom pushing a carrot into her vagina. My heart was racing. I was scared that she would know I had seen these so I quickly packed them back up as I had found them and put them back, being careful to leave no trace that I had been there. A short time later my mom returned home from work and my evening went as usual as it had ever evening, except I now knew what my mom looked like naked and I knew what she did with big carrots.

The next day when I got home from school I made a beeline to her closet, paused to look at it and take note of how everything was positioned, then dug in and got the box. Moments later I again sat on the floor by her bed with the big pile of old black and whites in front of me. I found one particularly sexy picture of my mom laying on her side with her legs spread open to show her vagina. I laid that one to the side for further viewing. I found others that baffled me. Pictures that showed my mom having sex with men. Lots of them and lots of different men. Some pictures showed her having sex with more than one man at once. Never in any picture did I see my father. A few pictures showed her licking what I assumed and eventually confirmed was her sisters pussy. Another picture showed my mom tied spread eagle on an old iron bed with what looked like 8 or 9 men standing around naked. Other pictures showed her blindfolded and sucking dick. There were literally a few hundred pictures of her doing every sexual act that one could think of.

Without realizing it time had passed and I heard the sound of my mother pulling in the driveway. I scrambled like a maniac to get the pictures back in the box and back in their hiding place. As I closed her closet door I heard her open the front door. Then I spotted the picture of her posing that I had set aside. I had no choice but to grab it and run to my room with it. I quickly tucked it under my pillow just as she entered the room. I was sure I was busted, but she just smiled and acted normal and asked how my day was at school. I told her it was fine and off she went to change clothes.

As I sat there recovering from fear I realized that the naked woman under my pillow was also getting naked in the next room. I wanted to see, but I was afraid to try and peek. Instead I slid the picture out from under my pillow and stared intently at it. I had never jerked off before or even had an orgasm at that point, but I was suddenly rock hard and aware of it and the fact that I was super horny. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to resolve my issue.

Over the next few days I repeated this process, but I kept that one picture of my mom hidden in my room so that I could see it anytime I wanted. Soon I began taking others to my room and spending time looking at them, then returning them the next day. I soon developed a small treasure trove of her pictures that I kept in my room permanently.

Eventually a few months later I had my first wet dream. Not surprisingly it was of my mother. To this day that dream is still vivid in my mind. She is tied spread eagle on the bed. I am standing at the foot of the bed with a great view of her pussy as man after man takes turns on her.

After my wet dream I rushed to my bathroom, confused as to what had happened. As soon as I saw my own cum I knew what it was. I had ejaculated while dreaming of my mother. I quickly grabbed the stashed pictures of her, rushed back to my bathroom and jerked off for the first time while looking at them. That first self-induced orgasm was amazing. Over the next few days I jerked off dozens of times to her pictures. I was obsessed. I literally jerked my dick raw, but refused to quit and ended up with scabs on my dick for a few days.

Over the next few months that became my daily process. I would rush home from school, get out her pictures and jerk off to them. One day as I was exiting her room I spotted a pair of her soiled panties that she had dropped on the way to the laundry basket. I was horny. The usefulness of those panties was obvious. I grabbed them and ran to my room and proceeded to have an amazing orgasm with her musky panties laying across my face. The orgasm was so great that I knew I needed more. I began fishing her dirty panties out of the laundry basket on a daily basis and jerking off while sniffing them.

Then one day I was late getting home and she was already there in the kitchen working on dinner. I performed my ritual of going to the laundry basket for panties and was awe-struck as I pulled out a pair that was laying right on top, a small slit-shaped wet spot still in the middle of the crotch. I dropped my pants right there and jerked off as I smelled the crotch…then I popped it in my mouth and sucked. I could faintly taste her pussy. I came like a beast shooting semen everywhere.
That night I devised my first perverted plan. The next day I arrived home early and made a beeline for the bathroom. I fished out two pairs of panties, carefully laid them on the sink with the crotch exposed and used a medicine dropped to carefully drop several droplet of water where her pussy had left “pussy juice stains”. I grabbed my dick and started stroking as I slipped the first crotch into my mouth. As I sucked a slight amount of pussy flavored water was drawn out onto my tongue. I was in heaven. I grabbed the other pair and repeated the act and was again rewarded with a small gush of pussy juice.

As I passed by 15 years old I continued this ritual, actually giving myself a day or two break in between to give her a chance to build up several pairs of dirty panties before repeating my crotch-sucking session. This gradually progressed into me putting on her pantyhose while I sucked the crotch of her panties so I could have my dick where her pussy had been and often I wore her bra as well.

Shortly after I turned 16 things got much better. I will save that for my next portion.

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The fall after my 16th birthday was the first huge step in my pervish mentality (as if looking at vintage porn of my mom wasn’t enough). I was in my room, doing something menial and irrelevant, when my mom walked into my room with the cigar box in her hand. My heart skipped a beat. I was busted and I knew it.

My mom held up the box and asked “Have you been in this box?”

I hesitated considering lying, but she obviously knew the truth, so I admitted it, “Yeah, I saw it.”

Then she asked “Everything in it? Did you see everything?”

I shook my head yes and swallowed hard. I had no idea what was going to happen. Then she walked out of the room. I was as confused as hell.

Then she came right back in the room “Do you have some of the pictures out of here? Because I think some are missing.”

Again I just shook my head yes.

There was a long pause where she just looked at me. Then she walked over to me, laid the box on my bed and said “No sense in you sneaking around anymore. You can keep the box here in your room someplace safe as long as you promise me that no one but you will ever see them.” And walked out of the room.

You could have scooped my chin off of the floor with a spoon. My mom had just given me free and full use of XXX pictures of her!

Then she stepped back in the room and said “And don’t get them all sticky and stuck together, if you know what I mean. It will ruin them.” and winked at me.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out “No worries! I am always careful to not get any on them.” I immediately felt my face turn beet red. I had just admitted to her that I jerked off to her pictures!!!! Oh My GOD!!!!

She just smiled and pulled the door closed.

I was immediately aware that my cock was rock hard. I needed to cum bad! I grabbed the box, kicked back on my bed and began going through them all, taking my time. After a while I was naked from the waist down and soon I was having an amazing orgasm thanks in part to knowing that my mom knew what I was doing.

After I finished I tucked the cigar box in my bottom dresser drawer under some clothes and headed to the kitchen for a snack. I was a little nervous when I got there and my mom was cooking, but she acted normal. Then she asked “Did everything come out OK?” and looked at me with a knowing grin. I returned what was surely an odd grin and quiet said that all went well.

Then she froze me. “Are there any other secrets I should know about?”

My heart raced again. Did she know what I was doing with her panties? Had she noticed the crotch was wet on some of them? Holy hell! Do I admit it to her? Lie to her? I just shrugged. I didn’t know how to answer. She asked again “Nothing? You sure?” I really, really wanted to tell her, but was scared to death of what she might say if I blurted out that I was sucking the crotch of her panties clean. However, if she already knew, I wanted to admit it in hopes that she would be as open to it as she was the pictures. Instead, fear kept ahold of me and I simply said that there was nothing else and headed back to my room.

The next afternoon I arrived home from school early as usual and went straight to the bathroom to harvest some fresh panties from the clothes hamper. I opened the door to the closet where the hamper was at and nearly yelled out in surprise at two pairs of my mom’s panties lying neatly on top of the lid. She knew. No doubt about it. She knew.

I grabbed them, repeated my ritual of wetting the crotch, and sucked them clean as I jerked off. I then put them back where I found them. An hour later my mom came home from work and went to the bathroom to change. After she was in the kitchen I slipped into the bathroom to see if I was right and sure enough, the two pairs that had been on the lid were now in the hamper and the pair she had just taken off were laying on top. I grabbed them and pulled them open to find a wet slit shaped spot waiting for me. I ran to my room, sucked on the crotch and tasted her pussy as I jerked off again.

Right as I was cleaning up I heard my mom call me to dinner. I grabbed her panties, shoved them under my pillow and headed to the kitchen. At dinner I twice caught her looking at me with that knowing mom look. Now I knew she knew…and she knew I knew that she knew too. My dick was hard again.

After dinner I excused myself, telling my parents that I had homework and headed to my room. I was mid-stroke for the third time that evening when my mom lightly tapped on the door, then pushed it open. I managed to cover my dick, but the panties and several pictures were laid out on the bed in plain sight. She just smiled and said “I thought you might not be doing homework.” Winked at me and pulled the door closed. Within minutes I was cumming like a monster!

Over the next few weeks things went the same. She would come home from work, take off her fresh-worn panties and lay them on top of the hamper for me. After I was finished with them I would return them to the top of the hamper and not long after she would drop them into the hamper. We clearly both knew what was going on, but neither of us was willing to say anything about to the other.

To be continued….

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Now I must backtrack just a bit. This backtrack serves the purpose of both showing how my “sex life” had led to my choice of girlfriend and eventually wife as well as showing how my mentality had evolved about my female love interests. I wish to discuss the other women in my life…my girlfriends, and how they are an example of how the pictures of my mom and her lifestyle impacted me being who I am. Rather than provide long, drawn-out stories of each, I will summarize them individually in as little of a boring way as possible.

My first girlfriend, Kristie. I had just turned 15 when we met and she was 14. She was a petite blonde with a gorgeous smile. She told me she was a virgin, which I discovered to not be true the first time I fingered her. She lived in a low-income apartment complex with her single mother and I was often told by my friends that she was fucking guys who lived in the complex and was well-known for being easy. We dated for 8 months. Not once did I question if she was disloyal to me. Looking back now I realize that I didn’t really care either way.

My next girlfriend was Deanna. She was a true virgin when we met and I took her virginity after about a month. While I truly loved her and to this day I still think of her occasionally, the relationship ultimately failed because I was never invested in it. I never doubted her faithfulness, not once. Some part of me wonders if her being an “honest” girl was my one hang-up about her.

After her was Ginna. Ginna essentially fucked me on our first date instead of the other way around. She literally pulled me on top of her and got herself fucked. She was the first one to suggest I had a small dick. After we fucked she asked if her pussy seemed loose to me. I lied and said no. She then said that she thought my dick felt smallish. She didn't seem to mind. We fucked like rabbits on a daily basis for 6 months. She was a bit of a freak herself in that she took great pleasure in her younger brother creeping around outside of her bedroom door when we fucked. She also arranged us a 3-some with her best friend and a 4-some with her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend. She broke up with me when I cheated on her with some random girl that I can't even recall her name.

After her came Sue. She was the exact opposite of Deanna. She was a slut. She was also a hot with huge tits, a very open mind about all things sexual and a freak in bed. Even though we were just 17, we had some of the freakiest sex I have ever had with a female. She would do anything. For example, we got into peeing…during sex. She would sit on my lap while I sat on the toilet and ride my dick and pee on me while she did, then I would pee in her pussy while she rode me. She also LOVED cum and would eat it without question. We also did public sex, very public, as in leaned against my car on the side of the road while cars whipped by. She also liked riding my big toe while she sucked my dick (no joke) and would eat my ass without hesitation. She was also a cheater. A bad cheater. The first time I caught her cheating we fought bad, then broke up. Two days later she asked me back and we got back together. She never apologized and I never asked for one. The next time I caught her we were broken up for a day and again we got back together with no apology. The third time I caught her we broke up for a few hours, no apology. After that when I caught her I just let it go. It became fairly common for me to go to her house to see her and a guy had just left. A few times guys came by while I was there. Needless to say, I got a lot of sloppy seconds with her. Our final breakup had nothing to do with sex or cheating at all. Later when I looked back I realized she was the first female to cuckold me, although neither of us knew what that was at the time.

My next girlfriend was Melanie. This one is the odd relationship. We never fucked. Not once. She claimed it was because she was a virgin and she was saving herself for her wedding night. The problem is I knew otherwise. I knew of several guys that had fucked her. I actually got engaged to this one. Even put a diamond ring on her finger. We broke up for other reasons that do not matter, but I realize now that it is significant that I was ready to marry a woman that had fucked other guys but refused to fuck me. Talk about being a cuckold!

My next few “girlfriends” were just sluts I passed time with. Donna had the loosest pussy I had ever fucked up to that point. I would pick her up after she got off work, buy a 6 pack and we would go park somewhere and drink the beer, smoke a joint and then fuck.

After her was Christina. The first time I fucked Christina she gave me crabs. My mom had to help with that little problem, but that is a story for another time. It turned out Christina was actually married and was easily the biggest slut in our area. She was known for fucking anyone and everyone. I didn’t mind. I fucked her several more times.

After her was Dana. Dana told me from day one that she would not be in a committed relationship with me. She just wanted to fuck. She had this same “agreement” with about a dozen other guys. I agreed. At least 3 nights a week she would come to my apartment late, smoke some weed and fuck me. Once we got more comfortable with each other she discovered that I actually liked her fucking other guys and began telling me stories of them fucking her while we got high before I fucked her. She even started not cleaning up after she fucked a guy if she was coming to see me. I ate my first creampie from her. No idea who the guy was. She was fascinated that I desired eating her out after a guy had fucked her. We got pretty serious although we were never in a committed relationship. I ended up moving for work. We both cried when I left, but she refused to leave with me. I consider her the one that got away.

This all brings me to my wife, Lisa. Easily the least like any female I dated. A virgin when we met, the daughter of a minister, against any kind of fetish sex or porn or anything like that…a true conservative minded virgin. As inhibited as it gets. And I transformed her into the biggest slut of them all. It took years. I will get to that later…

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Over my teenage dating years my mom was always super open-minded about me being sexual. No matter how many times I brought home a girl, took her to my room and fucked her, my mom never once questioned it. Not once. My dad was rarely home because he worked 60+ hours per week, so it literally had to be my mom or no one who questioned me fucking so many girls.

The only time my mom was ever involved in any way was when I was 17 and Christina had given me crabs. The day after I fucked her I was scratching a lot, but didn’t realize I had crabs until I went to the bathroom to jerk off and saw this little black bug crawl across my groin. I looked closer and freaked out.

I was desperate to get rid of them. I tried just basic washing. Nope. Then I tried pouring iodine on them. Nope. I tried rubbing alcohol which burned like a motherfucker from where I had been scratching. Didn’t help with the crabs though. I knew there was no way I could go to the doctor without my mom finding out.

Finally a day later I bit the bullet and went to my mom for help. When I told her I had a “problem down there” she thought I had gotten syphilis or something. I explained that it was bugs and she demanded to see. I felt odd pulling down my shorts and underwear in front of her. I felt even more odd as she moved my balls around looking at them and in my public hair. Then she told me she would be back and left the house.

Half an hour later she pulled into the driveway. She led me to the bathroom and told me to undress. I stood there as told while she got out a pair of electric clippers and proceeded to eliminate my bush. By then I was as hard as a rock. She didn’t seem to mind and actually took ahold of it and held it in one hand to move it around as she cut the hair back to the skin all around it with the other. As much as I hated having crabs, I was in heaven.

Then she ordered me into the tub where I stood as she fired up the shower and used the Waterpic to spray water all over me. Once I was good and wet she turned the water off, hung up the Waterpic and proceeded to wash my crotch, balls, cock and ass with some special soap she had gotten at the store. It burned where the clippers had scraped me, but I was loving the lathery touch of her hands on my genitals more than anything. When she stroked my cock rubbing the soap up and down my shaft my knees nearly buckled. I wanted her to keep going more than anything.

Once she had lathered me enough she turned the shower back on and rinsed me off. As she was rubbing my cock I came. I thought she might not notice since there was water involved, but about the time I started squirting she aimed the Waterpic away from my crotch and there was no denying the streams of white cum shooting across the tub. She saw, looked up at me and smiled.

After she turned the water off I stepped out of the shower and she helped me dry off. She then led me to my room where she stripped my bed of sheets and gathered up all of my dirty underwear that I had worn for the last few days and put them in a trashbag.

That night just before I was going to go to bed she told me to come to the bathroom where she was waiting. She pulled down my shorts and inspected my crotch, which of course led to a raging erection again. She declared me “crab free” and left the bathroom and pulled the door shut. I was rock hard and dying to cum so I decided to see if there were any fresh panties and I was elated to see a new pair right on top. She must have taken them off right before she called me to the bathroom!

I grabbed them, buried my face in the crotch and jerked my cock hard. It took me no time to near orgasm. For the first time ever, just as I was about to cum, I held the crotch against my cock head and squirted my load right on the wet spot. God that felt good!

As soon as my orgasm subsided I had a mini panic attack. How was I going to deal with the huge load of semen I had just covered her panty crotch with? In a moment of devious perversion I simply laid them back on the top of the hamper and left the bathroom. As soon as I got to my room I decided I should go back and get them. I no sooner turned around and I heard my mom go into the bathroom. Too late!

I waited patiently in my room listening. I heard the bathroom door quietly open. Then I heard it quietly close. Maybe she just tossed them in the hamper and didn’t notice the cum. After she left the bathroom I dashed back in as quietly as I could. I peeked in the closet to see the panties gone from the top of the hamper. I reached in and lifted the lid some, fully expecting to see them laying on top of the dirty clothes…they were not there. I looked closer, moving a few things around. They were gone! She had taken them! Now I was really nervous. Would she say anything to me about it this time? It turned out that she would not as the rest of the evening passed without a word from her about it.

The next day was normal except she asked me before school how I was “down there” and I replied that I was good. That evening after she came home she said she wanted to inspect me to make sure everything worked. She sat on a chair in the living room and gestured me towards her. I stood in front of her as she undid my shorts and slid them down, then pulled down my underwear. I was raging hard by the time she got them around my ankles.

As my erection sprang free she immediately grabbed it with her hand and held it and looked at it. A few times I felt her breath on it. She then began inspecting everything else, moving my cock left and then right as she scoured my crotch for any sign of crabs. She was taking way longer than necessary and I was getting closer and closer to cumming as she did. She tried to be ambiguous about it, but she wasn’t very good at it. Every time she moved my cock to one side she would give it a little squeeze and gently stroke it once or twice. Back and forth from side to side she went, with a squeeze and a stroke or two. I was trying so hard not to cum. She was sitting right in front of me nearly eye-to-eye with it and I knew that when I shot it was going to be a geyser and she would get covered.

At some point I realized she was intentionally trying to make me shoot. The inspection had taken much longer than necessary and I became aware that she was barely inspecting and mostly just squeezing and gently stroking me. I relaxed and let it happen. My first squirt shot right past her face and went partly over her shoulder and partly in her hair. She quickly went to full on stroking me and aimed my cock straight at her as I squirted several more times hitting her in the mouth and on the chin with the last few squirts being weaker and hitting her on the neck and running down her chest into her cleavage and dripping on her blouse. I was embarrassed as I looked down at her. I had wanted to do that for so long, but now that I had I felt like I may have messed up. She just smiled and said “Looks like everything is working good!”

As I stepped back she stood up and smiled at me and turned and went down the hall. I made my way towards my room and noticed she was in her room, not the bathroom. To this day I think she went in and licked my cum from her hand and face as there were no towels in her room. Later when she returned to the kitchen she was still wearing the same blouse with cum stains on it and she wore it the rest of the evening, which I found amazingly erotic.

That was the one and only time my mom ever touched me sexually. I look back on that day with tremendous fondness.

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So as you can imagine, by the time I met my wife-to-be when I was nearly 20 years old I was firmly entrenched in what I wanted in a woman. I adored slutiness and made no effort to hide it. If you saw me out driving around with a female in my vehicle you could pretty much count on her being a well-used slut. So when I met my wife, it was my total lack of knowing anything about her that led to me falling for her before I knew anything about her.

My wife-to-be Lisa was the anti-everything of the females in my life up to that point. She was a virgin. A true virgin. She had not just never fucked or sucked, she had never even seen an adult male penis. She claimed she had never been kissed any more than a quick peck on the lips by a boy at church who had a crush on her. You might be asking yourself why I didn’t turn around and run away. The answer is simple, I had already fallen for her.

After a brief dating period of just 5 months we were married. Up to that point we had never had any sexual contact other than some heavy petting, which was a total mind-blowing experience for me. Our wedding night was the first time she saw my cock and the first time I saw her fully naked. At just 5’4” and 105 pounds, she had a killer body. It didn’t go very well. While I am just 4 inches long, I am 5.5 inches around. Getting my thick stub into her virgin pussy was a challenge and being used to loose sluts, I was not gentle about it. She didn’t enjoy it at all and to make matters worse, as I was about to cum she told me to pull out because she wasn’t on birth control. So my first orgasm with my new wife was actually me hovering over her jacking off until I shot my load on her belly while she looked away, embarrassed to see me stroking my dick. I didn’t enjoy it either. Worst fuck of my life, to be honest. Thinking back, I am sure it was the worst one of hers too.

The next few months didn’t get much better. She eventually loosened up to where she could take my girth without problem, but my lack of length combined with her religious view on birth control (she refused to use it) resulted in lots of mediocre sex attempts that ended with me jacking off while she laid there looking away and feeling unsatisfied. In the midst of all of this I had come to the realization that I missed my sluts. I missed those wild girls that loved to fuck for the joy of fucking and always took the creampie, no matter what. I missed those girls that were open about their love of all things sex and didn’t care who knew that they loved cock. I missed having a slut to play with and my wife was definitely not a slut.

At about the 8 month point we just stopped having sex. I was unashamedly jerking off in the bathroom every night before coming to bed to fantasies of my former slut girlfriends and she was equally open about being OK with me not wanting to fuck. Four months of this and we found ourselves at our one year anniversary.

At some point in time I realized that I would be a lot happier if my wife became a slut. I loved her and wanted to remain married to her, but deep down inside I wanted other men to fuck her. It felt weird to admit that to myself, but as I became introspective about it I realized that it just made sense. A prim, proper, reserved sexual partner was nothing like I was used to. She and I were sexually incompatible.

Our anniversary night was bad. We fought and we fought bad. At some point in time she actually said that she thought maybe I would like her more if she was more of a slut like my girlfriends had been. I didn’t respond. We fought some more. She again brought up my former girlfriends. I again didn’t deny her claim. I knew she was right. I was unsure if she knew she was right. That night we decided that a trial separation was in order. The next day I packed some of my stuff and moved back home with my parents while she stayed in our apartment.

A week passed and we didn’t talk. Then she called one evening and flat out asked me why I didn’t deny it when she said those things about wanting her to be like my ex-girlfriends. I was lost for words. Finally she demanded a yes/no answer…”Do you want me to fuck other men?” I hesitated again, then said yes. She cried, then hung up.
Ten minutes later she called back and asked why I would want to share her with other men after she had saved herself for me. It was a good question and one that I was prepared for. I explained that if we got divorced that I was sure she would end up finding another guy and having sex with him and she agreed. I continued that since we loved each other why not stay together, but her still fuck someone else? It fulfilled all of our needs. She would be more happy with a more fulfilling sex life, I would be happy with a more “open-minded” wife and we could stay together in a marriage with someone that we loved.

She was quiet after I explained my thoughts. My heart raced. What was she thinking? Then she stunned me. She agreed that my logic made sense. She then added that she could not just fuck some other guy and she had to think about it. Of course I was open to giving her time to think about it. I jerked off like a beast that night. I must have cum 10 times thinking of my sexy young wife getting plowed by other men. I didn’t realize it, but I was already a cuckold.

She called me the next evening and asked when I was coming home. I said I would be there as soon as she wanted me there. That night I walked through the door to a different marriage. She had changed. At first I thought she had already fucked someone else, but I eventually figured out that she had not. She just viewed me differently. She loved me, but no longer saw me as the guy who was going to fuck her. For the first time in our marriage we were relaxed around each other. No secrets existed. She knew everything in my mind. She knew I was a perv and she accepted it and accepted me.

Things were going to change…

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I am sure that everyone is expecting me to say that my wife flipped 180 and became this hardcore slut. To my dismay, that is not what happened.

After I moved back home we had a few serious talks about it and she agreed that she would at some point fuck another guy, at least once, just to see if it was something she could be comfortable with doing. Remember, this is the girl who had not even seen a man’s cock until a year earlier. She was hardly going to just rush out and start sleeping with every guy that she could, no matter how bad I wanted it.

Instead things progressed very slowly. Our sex life evolved quite a bit. We began to explore her sexuality and I discovered that she enjoyed bondage tremendously and had a sincere submissive side. This new info primed me to “train” her to want more than just me. I began fingering her with multiple fingers to loosen her up and eventually was able to start fisting her, which led to her having her first orgasm. The first time I brought home a dildo she was freaked out by it, so I stashed it away. It was 8 inches long and 6 inches around, which was much bigger than me. My hope was that in feeling a big dildo that looked and felt like a cock she would crave a big cock. The next time I had her tied up spread eagle and had her in the throes of passion and cumming on my hand I pulled out the dildo. She slightly protested as she saw me lube it up, but any protests she had went away once I slid it into her. In no time she was having massive orgasm after massive orgasm and for the first time ever, she squirted.

When I pulled the dildo from her pussy she was gaped open and I could see her pussy still spasming and throbbing with post-orgasm pleasure. Any doubt was removed from my mind, she loved a bigger cock in her pussy. As we laid beside each other she asked me what my goal was with the dildo and I honestly told her that my hope was for her to open her mind to sex with a dick other than mine. After that the big dildo became a staple in our bedroom. She would even ask me to use it on her and eventually she started using it on herself.

A couple of years had passed by now and she still had not fucked another guy, but it was nowhere near a dead issue. She had opened up sexually to a tremendous degree. She had developed a nice collection of big dildos and vibrators that she used regularly both with and without me. She had also developed a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her and would commonly go out in skimpy clothes, see thru tops with no bra, low cut tops with no bra, miniskirts with no panties, etc. She wasn’t a slut yet, but she was starting to act like one.

Then the pivotal moment occurred. She came home from work one day and told me that she had been offered a chance to move up at work. The upside was a salary increase from $55,000 to $72,000. The downside was she had to work out of a larger office that was two hours from home. This meant that she wouldn’t be getting home from work until 7:00 PM and would have to be back up at 4:00 AM to get ready for work the next day. If she took the job the travel was going to be difficult.

It didn’t take long for us to come to the resolution of getting her a cheap apartment in the city where she would be working for her to stay at during the week. In no time we found a one bedroom apartment with utilities included for $600 a month. She would drive down Sunday evening and stay the week and drive home on Friday evening. My mind was working hard once this arrangement was made. I was really hoping this was the chance to get her to fuck someone else since she would be alone 5 nights per week. However, I kept this little idea to myself until the right time.

The right time came pretty quick. On her second night there we were on Skype and she was telling me how alone she was and how bad she missed being home. I joked that perhaps she needed an “in the city” boyfriend to keep her company. She laughed it off at first, but she knew what I was eluding to. Even on Skype there was a nervousness between us as she contemplated what I had said, but it was left at that.

After we got off of Skype she texted me. I was stunned when I opened the text. She was asking if I was serious about a boyfriend. My heart was racing as I responded “You know I am!”

There was an agonizingly long pause before she responded. Then she texted what seemed like a novel where she told me how much she loved me and she never wanted to jeopardize our marriage, but that since I had remained consistent that I wanted her to fuck other men, she was ready to do it. I couldn’t believe I had finally gotten her to agree!
We texted back and forth some more about it and eventually talked on the phone about it. She was nervous, but she was really going through with it. Our plan was simple. The next day I would do some searching on the internet and find some good local bars for her to visit and look for a guy. That evening we would Skype and she would get dressed up and show me how she was dressing to go to the bar. Once she went to one of the bars and found a guy she was attracted to she would bring him back to the apartment and fuck him. After he left she would Skype me again.

The next night came and everything went as planned. I was hard as a rock and pouring precum as I watched her get dressed to go cruising for a man. She had stopped by some store after work and gotten a killer black and purple dress that had two flaps that wrapped across the front and tied closed creating a super deep plunging neckline that went almost to her bellybutton, so she wore no bra. In the spirit of things, she chose to go without panties too. So she was literally just the pull of one string away from being totally naked. Some purple toe polish, a few toe rings and an anklet, some sexy 6 inch “come fuck me” heels and she was ready.

Just before she left for the bar she leaned into the camera and said “You understand that I saved myself for you and up to now you have had the exclusive right to my pussy. If I do this, you will have given up your right to my pussy and as far as I am concerned I will have the right to share it with anyone that I want. That includes not fucking you if I don’t want to. I fuck who I want, when I want and you have no say. Are you sure that is what you want?” she paused then added “Once it is done, it is done. I will have no reason to hold back. Are you sure you want this?”

I was a little taken back. She had gotten super serious with me and I was a little caught off guard. I contemplated it, then said four words “Yes, I am sure.”
She smiled and said “OK then!” She then added that she was turning off her cell phone so calling or texting would not work and the next time I heard from her it would be after she had been fucked. She told me she loved me, I replied back that I loved her, and we closed Skype.

I waited.

Four hours later my phone buzzed. It was her. She sent three words. “We are done.” A minute later Skype rang through and I answered. She was on the bed, wrapped in sheets and obviously naked. I didn’t know what to say. I was surprised when she held a finger to her lips indicating that I should not speak. Then a moment later I heard a man’s voice tell her goodbye and heard the door close.

As soon as he was gone she started gushing about what a great fuck he was. She told me what he looked like, how hung he was and how she came on his cock over and over. Then she tossed back the sheets, leaned back and spread her legs and showed me her cummy pussy. I was shocked. She was not on birth control. I pointed this out and she said that when they got to her apartment he didn’t have any condoms and obviously she didn’t, so she had decided to just let him fuck her bareback. She had intended on telling him to pull out, but in the heat of passion forgot to until it was too late and once she felt his hot cum gush inside of her she loved it so much that she didn’t care. He ended up fucking her two more times, both of which she let him cum in her without ever telling him that she was no on any birth control. She then told me she was tired and needed to get to bed. We said goodnight and logged off.

That night and the next day I think I jerked off twenty times thinking about her getting fucked by a stranger and letting him cum in her while she was fertile and not on birth control. She texted me around lunch and said she was a little sore, but that she had loved it and that he was coming back over that night. I asked her if she would turn on Skype and let me watch. She refused. Later that night we repeated our post-sex Skype session and she again revealed her cummy pussy to me. I asked if she was trying to get pregnant and she just shrugged and said that she wasn’t trying to make it happen, but she wasn’t going to worry about it either because she had no intention of using protection with him.

Over the next few weeks he was at her apartment every evening. Also, as you can imagine, she eventually announced to me that she had missed her period by several weeks and that weekend a home pregnancy test revealed that she was in fact pregnant. He continued to visit her every night that she was in town. When she started to show pregnant he figured out that he was the father and freaked out. She assured him that I was fully aware of what they had been doing and that it was OK, but he still wasn’t OK with it and after fucking her that night she never heard from him again. I was surprised that she wasn’t that upset that he ran out.

She eventually had the baby and our first born son became part of our family.

To be continued…

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During that first pregnancy I discovered something that I had not known before. Apparently pregnant women are horny as fuck. Also, apparently there are lots of men that find a pregnant woman extremely desirable. I was never able to figure out if men like pregnant women because they know they can’t get her pregnant or because the fact that she is pregnant is evidence that she will go bareback. Either way, I was stunned at how “busy” my wife became. Her newfound attitude about sex meant she was considerably more open to sex with other men and her baby bump made her the target of some pretty bold flirting. These two aspects combined to result in her having sex with numerous other men. I was elated and I made it clear to her how much I found her new sexual attitude to be desirable.

After the baby was born she was “ordered” by the doctor to not have sex for a month. During that time we did some special bonding and became very open about what was happening. She admitted to me that she had never imagined she would enjoy having sex with different men so much. We spent time talking and helping her be fully reassured that I wanted her to sleep with any man that she wanted. Amazingly, up to that point we had never had the time to just sit and talk about it and for her to feel totally confident that I was not just OK with her fucking other men, but that I wanted it.

During that same time I bonded tremendously with my new son, which she was also amazed by. She had a legitimately hard time wrapping her mind around the idea that I would so readily and easily accept another men’s baby as my own child. It just made sense to me. My wife had given birth to a baby, so naturally that baby was my child.

After her one month ban from sex was lifted she and I agreed that a celebration was in order. Her first gangbang. The doctor had warned her that she would be extremely fertile and highly likely to get pregnant so soon after giving birth, so he had prescribed her some birth control pills which she had been taking since right after she gave birth. Needless to say, they were a bad thing. Not only was she concerned that breastfeeding while taking them might hurt the baby, they were making her sick. Very sick. To me it only seemed natural that she stop taking them. However, she was fearful of getting pregnant again right after having a baby and tried to stay on them.

Her first gangbang was a seminal experience for her. When she was younger her religious upbringing had resulted in her always viewing females who had a lot of sexual partners as sluts or whores. Now here she was, having sex with multiple men all at once. In spite of the fact that she had already slept with at least a dozen men, having sex with 3 men at the same time forced her to reevaluate herself in a different light. That night, as we lay in bed, her exhausted from being ravaged for hours by them, she asked me if I thought she was a slut or whore. I was caught off guard. The wrong answer here could turn things bad. If she viewed what she was doing negatively it could lead to her stopping, which was the absolute last thing I wanted.

After giving it some thought I told her that I thought the words slut and whore were used mostly by women who were jealous of other women that enjoyed sex and got it when they wanted. I then added that if and when a man called her a slut while he fucked her that he was not saying it in a mean or derogatory way, he actually meant it as a term of endearment. It was almost meant as a sexual title to be proud of. I then added that as far as I was concerned, if she had sex with other men within the confines and agreement of our marriage that what others thought didn’t matter.

The next day was a new day. When I woke up she was in the kitchen listening to music, making breakfast, and dancing around like she was on top of the world. As I entered the room she hopped over to me, kissed me deeply, pulled back a bit and said “Your slut wife is making you breakfast!” and giggled. I looked at her, unsure of this newfound mentality and she told me that she had given some serious thought to what I said and she realized that I was right. She was doing what she was doing because she wanted to more than anything else. She loved sex and she loved sex with different men. As long as she was happy that she was doing it and I was happy that she was doing it then labels and what other people thought did not matter. I could not have agreed more!

Over the next few months she slept around a lot to my tremendous joy. She also developed a “relationship” with a guy who started coming over very often to fuck her while I watched. He was incredibly well hung and I could see why she was so quick to want him as a regular lover. He wasn’t exceptionally long, maybe 8 inches, but he was super thick from tip to base and really filled her up. He would have her orgasming within minutes of penetrating her and would drive her to many more over the time that he fucked her, leaving her exhausted and glowing with post-orgasmic joy.

One day she came into the living room while I was watched TV, plopped down beside me and said that she was thinking of going off of birth control. I didn’t hesitate, I said OK. She asked me if I was sure. I looked at her and said that I had never wanted her to take the pill to begin with and fully supported her going off and staying off of it. I then added that it didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that she wanted to have Ron’s baby (the big dicked guy she was fucking regularly) and I was OK with that. She gleefully kissed me and told me that she was going to call Ron and tell him that she was going off of the pill.

Now it was my turn to do some deep evaluating. My wife wasn’t just fucking another man, she was wanting to have a baby with him. That meant she had feelings for him. Women do not want to have babies with a man that they do not have strong feelings for. I reasoned that it made sense. There is no way a person can have sex with another person 4 or 5 times a week, share that passion, that pleasure, deep kisses, cuddling after sex…and not develop feelings for the other person. I had to admit to myself that she was in love with him.

Now how to deal with that knowledge.

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