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In my last post, I wrote about how months of fantasy, a business trip away from home, and dipping my toes into the water of being slutty led to me going way too far and cheating on my husband with two strangers. Since I got back home, I don't think my husband noticed really anything different although I have behaved differently. In the few days after I got back, I tried to be more sexual and slutty with him, suggestively letting him see up my shorts or having him grab my boobs when we were in a secluded place in public. I even bought a shorter skirt and wore it out with him. I could definitely tell he didn't approve and these acts made him uncomfortable. It came to a head when I decided to get a white thong to see how he would react. I decided to surprise him in bed and have him discover my thong as I took my clothes off but he had a really bad reaction to hit. "What is this, what's gotten into you, this is disgusting, this isn't right, etc." I was hurt but I got my answer. The slutty lifestyle isn't something that will work for him.
I decided that what happened had happened and just let myself go back to my normal vanilla life. I was pretty good for the first week and found myself slipping back into my normal life albeit the thoughts of what I did kept coming back and getting me all horny again on a daily basis. I think what felt best about the experience was being able to be naughty and have men take such a strong interest in me, to the point where they wanted to have sex with me within the span of an hour or two. In a way, it felt hot and empowering and wrong in such a great way all at once. It felt slutty.
As I noted before, this is probably an addiction. I found myself slipping back into my darker side. Of course, I was more composed this time and didn't just fall into getting fucked by a stranger. One day while preparing to go to the grocery store, I got the urge again and decided I would just scratch the itch a little bit in an innocent manner. I put on my white thong under the shorter skirt and pulled it up a bit just so that my butt was barely covered and then put on a white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show my cleavage and the lacy edge of my bra. I would just go about my grocery shopping and let interested eyes check me out.
I got the same exhilarated feeling from that night when I took my first steps into sluttiness. Many people were just going about their business but I saw some guys take a good look as I walked past and husbands and fathers snuck glances at me. It felt so good to have people undressing me with their eyes and I got wet just thinking about what they wanted to do to me. I noticed a youngish guy who kept ending up in the same aisle as me several times and decided to take it a bit further. I walked in front of him, letting him take a long and unopposed look at my legs as I walked down the aisle. I bent down a few times to grab random items so that he could take a look at my thong and my pussy lips just barely peeking out. I don't know how subtle I was but I got the feeling that I got him going. This was as far as I was planning to go but I felt my horniness clouding my judgment and took an impulsive step and escalated the situation. I went to the restroom and considered my options. I so badly wanted to suck his dick or even let him fuck me like those other men did but, no, these are just fantasies and I knew I couldn't just do that kind of thing. I'm still a married woman. Settling on just playing around but not going through with it, I pulled off my thong and hid it in my purse. By now there was definitely a wet spot where my pussy was. I walked around the store a few more times and the feeling of the air on my bare pussy just made it ache to get fucked. I made sure to make eye contact with him and I give him a few suggestive smiles. Eventually, I noticed him turned around looking at something and my stupid horny brain went on impulse. I pulled the thong out of my purse and left it at the front of his cart and rushed away and out of the store. I didn't even check out my groceries. I was reeling when I got home. I couldn't believe that I actually did that. I fingered myself to the thought of him smelling and blowing a load in my panties.
I continued toeing the line like this for a week, staying innocent and not taking it too far. Wherever I go where my husband isn't, I dressed in a way that would make men look at me. At the gym, I would wear thin white shorts to easily show my panties and shirts that would let men see my cleavage. At the store, I would wear my shorter skirt and let people see my panties when I bent over. This was satisfying enough to scratch my itch and I would touch myself to the thought of strange men taking my pussy while I was out being a slut. I figured this is a good compromise to exist as a slut in a life where I can't be one. That is until I got approached by a guy at the gym.
I was at the gym in my thin white shorts with bright orange panties underneath when I noticed a guy in his 20's watching whenever I bent over. I knew he was looking at my ass and got wet knowing that he was appreciating it. I continued on as if I didn't notice until he eventually approached me when I was in a less trafficked part of the gym. I felt like my heart stopped like I was about to get in trouble. I knew things got out of control the last time I started talking to a guy and I felt really nervous that I was going to slip up again. The conversation was pretty boring but he eventually got more flirty and I reciprocated, telling myself that I wouldn't let it go too far this time. It's just innocent fun, toeing the line, and going home to my normal life. That is until I felt his hand on my lower back and barely brushing the top of my butt. I don't know if I intended to or not but I noticed myself inching closer to him as his hand moved down further. "I've wanted to feel your cute little ass all night."
Apparently, I just can't resist these things. I felt a twinge in my pussy again and I just knew that I wanted to get fucked. "Do you want to talk more outside?"
"Don't say yes, don't say yes, don't say yes..." I said yes. I hurried to the locker room and showered really quick and met him in the parking lot. It was a quiet night and the parking lot was relatively empty. He didn't waste anytime and started running hands up and down my body while we talked. He made it a point to run his fingers over my wedding ring. My desire to have a man fuck me was almost painful at this point and feeling the bulge in his pants press up against me only made it hurt more. "Let's get in your car."
Yep, I was most definitely making a mistake again but I just can't resist it. I don't carry condoms and I knew I went way too far last time when I let a stranger fuck me without a condom and cum in me. I still wanted to have some fun though. I could feel my mental self shaking her head as we made out and I let his hands run under my shorts and shirt, grabbing my breasts and feeling the front of my crotch. My shorts came off and he pushed my shirt and bra up and buried his face into my chest. I couldn't believe how it was to just get taken by another man. We were making out with him on top of me when I felt his fingers move the crotch of my panties aside. He rubbed me and eventually slipped his fingers in and pleasured me the way I've been hurting for. I was once again moaning into a stranger's ear and grabbed his dick and started stroking as he brought me to orgasm. I don't know what my husband would say if he ever heard me moan like that but I know that he never got me there.
I gathered myself a bit after this and laid him back. He was a pretty decent size, at least 6-7 inches and it was definitely the biggest I've ever seen. I got to work with my mouth, noticing again how different he felt in my mouth. Eventually, he started breathing more heavily and moving his pelvis and thrusting his dick into my mouth. I knew he was getting close and I told him to cum in my mouth. I felt him twitching and the salty cum filling up my mouth. I swallowed a bit but spit most of it out and let it drip down my chin and onto my breasts and the floor of his car.
I cleaned myself up and drove home soon after and acted like it was business as usual and like I didn't just let a stranger finger me to orgasm before letting him cum in my mouth. I didn't feel as guilty as last time but I definitely felt wrong. I just can't seem to resist it when I get the chance with a stranger. I guess I'm a slut.
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