I have a confession to make, one that has been weighing heavily on my mind for the past few months. It all started three years ago when I married my loving husband. We had a seemingly normal marriage, until he told me about wanting me to be shared with other men.

At first, I was hesitant and even a little scared at the thought of being with someone else while my husband watched. But slowly, I warmed up to the idea and we began exploring the world of hotwifing together. We had a few experiences here and there, but nothing compared to the night I met Alexander

He is tall, dark, and handsome with a rugged, roughness about him that drove me wild. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew I had to have him. And my husband, being the loving and supportive man that he is, chatted him up for me.

And let me tell you, he did not disappoint. From the moment he touched me, I knew I was in for a wild ride. His hands were strong and dominant, pulling and twisting my body into positions I never even knew existed. And his mouth, oh god, his mouth was pure magic. He knew exactly how to touch me, kiss me, and suck on me to make me moan and writhe with pleasure.

His huge, throbbing cock stretched me open in ways no man ever had before. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each thrust, and before I knew it, I was squirting all over him and the bed. I had never squirted before and I could see a hint of jealousy in my husband’s eyes. I couldn’t stop.

But it wasn't until he positioned me doggy looking straight at my husband that I truly felt like a slut. Each time he thrusted I screamed in pleasure beyond control, I could tell I should stop from the look on my husband’s face, but I couldn’t do it. When I had regained some sense and tried to move away he grabbed my neck, pushed my face into the bed and pounded me like no one had done before. I had never orgasmed so hard.

I lost count of how many times I came that night. Each time, he would push me to my limits, and then some. And my husband was there, watching it all, silently watching me embrace my slutty desires.

But even as I was lost in pleasure, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. How could I be enjoying myself this much with another man, while my husband watched? But then when my husband was distracted, Alex looked me in the eyes and whispered those dirty words that drove me crazy, “you will never fuck him without thinking about me”.

I was a true slut that night, and I loved every second of it. And I have to confess, I still think about him every day. My husband may have shared me with other men, but he was the one who made me feel like a true slut. And for that, I am eternally grateful.