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By *un_guy58 OP Man
over a year ago
Scarborough |
The story below is the prequel to Cuckolded! - it tells how Elaine met John. A different voice this time - told from the naughty slut's point of view.
What you see here is an updated version of something I had publised as 'Confession of the Month' in Forum magazine a few years ago. Is it true? Well, ask by private message and I will tell no lies.
I hope that it will strike a chord and be very familiar to a lot of people who use this website.
I enjoy writing of all kinds and have a special affection for erotica. If you have a story or a fantasy you would like me to try my hand at turning into a story then please get in touch. You can either have it published on here or keep it for a little bedtime reading with your partner.
Again, all comments much appreciated.
Right, here goes.....
Confession of a Slut
In my twenties I fucked for England. Younger, older, big, small, it’s didn’t matter – all I wanted was cock and lots of it. ‘So many men, so little time’: that was my motto. But at 28 I got married and became a respectable wife and mother.
Sadly the marriage didn’t last. No one’s fault. Just one of those things. For seven years I drifted along, too busy being a single mum to be a bad girl again.
In my late thirties I decided to make a new life for myself and my two children in the north of England. That’s where I met Dave.
We had both enrolled in a night class in photography, something I had always wanted to do. I was immediately attracted to him – he was in his mid forties, tall, powerfully built and yet he was a gentle giant.
As the weeks wore on we go to know each other and eventually Dave asked me out for a drink. Naturally, I jumped at the chance and we had a lovely evening together. I think we knew then that we understood each other, that we wanted the same thing. He walked me home and I invited him in for coffee. No sooner had the babysitter left than we were all over each other. My knickers were off in no time and Dave gave me a gentle seeing to on the sofa.
Over the next few months our sex life went from strength to strength. We were in bed at Dave’s one night. He was kissing me and his fingers were inside my very wet pussy. I tingled with excitement as he then began to work his fingers around my tight arsehole and slowly worked one finger inside me. I squealed with pleasure at the feeling.
‘How would you like my cock where my finger is?’ Dave asked softly.
I almost melted at the thought.
‘Oh, yes please,’ I said eagerly.
Dave produced some lubricant and a condom from his bedside drawers and began to work the lube into my virgin asshole. Willingly I got on all fours as he slipped the condom over his stiff prick.
Gently, he began to push the head of his dick into me. It was difficult at first, but then got easier. What a sensation! I felt so full with the ample length of Dave’s cock sliding into my arse.
Over time Dave learned that if he reached around and rubbed my pussy while he was shagging my rear entrance I would come in buckets. When I am really aroused I squirt and this discovery turned Dave on immensely.
About a year after we had been together Dave was between my wide open legs, his thick cock embedded in my pussy. He was pulling my hair and biting my neck, knowing that I like it a little bit rough.
‘Can I tell you what I’d really like?’ said Dave, getting as turned on as me, his cock gently sliding back and forth in my increasingly wet fanny.
‘What would you like?’ I asked him.
There was a moment of hesitation before Dave said:
‘For you to have sex with another man and then for you to shag me while you tell me all about it.’
Suddenly, the naughty slut in me woke up.
Nothing more was said for a couple of weeks and Dave looked uneasy. I asked him what was wrong.
‘I’m worried that I’ve gone too far,’ he explained. ‘Worried that when I said I wanted you to have sex with another man I shocked you and now you think I’m a pervert.’
We talked for two hours. The naughty slut in me told me how much I’d love to have sex with another man as long as when he was gone I would have Dave’s lovely prick inside me too. Dave told me how he fantasised that I was screwing other men on the nights I wasn’t seeing him.
That night in bed was fantastic as, urged on by Dave, I opened up and told him the sexy secrets from my naughty younger days. I told him what I tart I had been and that I’d lost count of the number of cocks I’d had up me. Dave couldn’t get enough of me. Licking my pussy and rimming me, pushing his tongue into my arse before fucking me every which way.
Our sex life moved up a gear and we both knew what we had to do next – turn fantasy into reality.
Dave took some pictures of me in my lingerie and got busy on the internet, publishing a bit about us and our desires on a swingers’ web site. Offers flooded in. Well over a hundred in the first week. Dave showed me my fan mail as he called it and let me see the accompanying pictures, asking what I thought. The mail continued to pour in and Dave picked out a few possible for my approval. One of these was a man called John who, at 26 was 16 years younger than me.
‘Mmm,’ I said as I looked at the pictures of his fit body and eager cock. ‘Very pleasing on the eye.’
John began to exchange emails with John and soon everything was set for the three of us to meet in a hotel a few miles away.
As the big event drew near my resolve began to waver and I had second thoughts. My biggest fear was losing Dave as by now I was so much in love with my gentle giant. I needed someone to talk to and I knew just the person – my best friend, Jackie. She had once confided in me that she and her boyfriend had a threesome with another woman and it had been brilliant. I phoned her and told her my situation.
‘You lucky sod!’ she replied and told me in no uncertain terms to go for it or I would always regret not doing it. I felt a lot better.
The next day I bought some underwear for the occasion – matching bra, thong and suspender belt in black lace with sheer black stockings.
The big evening arrived. I dropped my children off with one of my girlfriends for the night and then took my time getting ready – showering, putting on plenty of make-up and giving my pussy a neat trim. I thrilled as I put on my underwear and completed the effect by slipping my size 10 figure into a tight black dress and putting on high heels.
Dave picked me up and we drove to the hotel with plenty of time to spare. The suite Dave had picked was fit for a honeymoon, complete with four-poster bed and a spa bath. I helped myself to wine whilst Dave got ready.
Our meeting was set for eight O’clock and we went down to the bar ten minutes early, ordering more wine to settle our nerves.
Eight O’clock came and went, with no sign of John. Thoughts of having our time wasted began to fill our heads and then, suddenly, Dave’s mobile came to life. It was John. He had got a bit lost but was in the hotel car park now. Dave went to meet him and I waited in the bar. I was amazed at how calm and in control I felt, sitting there sipping wine and knowing that I was about to be fucked by two men, one of whom was a complete stranger.
My eyes feasted on John as Dave led him into the bar. He looked small beside Dave, but he was slim and fit with very fair blonde hair and smiling blue eyes. He kissed me on the cheek like we were old friends. A tingle ran down my spine as I knew those same lips would soon be on my already wet pussy.
Both Dave and John seemed nervous but as we chatted over a few drinks everyone began to relax.
Suddenly, I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer to have two lovely cocks inside me and I stood up.
‘I’ll see you in the room,’ I said, smiling at both of them.
I didn’t have long to wait before there was a tap on the hotel room door and my two lovers came in. Dave held me in a loving embrace and kissed me on the mouth. Coming up for air, I quickly threw off my dress so my naughty boys could get an eyeful of my underwear.
Dave raced to get his clothes off and John followed suit. The two of them pushed me back onto the bed and, pulling down my bra, they began to suck on my nipples as their hands wandered over my stocking-clad legs and inside my skimpy knickers.
‘Oh yes, put your fingers in me,’ I moaned, suddenly aware of two sets of fingers prying open my juicy fanny. I felt wonderful, knowing I was the centre of attention for two horny, attractive men who were both desperate to screw the arse off me.
‘I thing John wants to lick your pussy,’ said Dave. John confirmed this with a big smile and an eager nod.
We rearranged ourselves to allow John to go down on me. Dave kissed me and fondled my boobs while John pulled my thong to one side and buried his face between my thighs.
‘Put your fingers up me, John!’ I gasped. He obeyed instantly and I could feel at least two of his fingers probing deep inside of me as he licked and sucked on my clit. Dave held me tight as I tensed for my first climax.
Dave moved off the bed, slid a condom out of its packet and put it in my hand. He then took up his camera and snapped away while John carried on licking and poking away at my gaping hole.
I was soon desperate for John’s cock inside me.
Oh John!’ I cried as he drank more of my juices. ‘Please fuck me. Please put your knob inside me. Fuck your naughty slut.’
John moved around the bed while Dave removed my panties. John kissed me as I rolled the condom onto his lovely, stiff prick. He moved over me and I positioned my legs to let him enter me. His young cock was not as big as Dave’s and he slipped the full length of it into me with ease.
I was vaguely aware of Dave taking pictures as my young stud kissed me passionately, my stockinged legs spread wide to allow him maximum access to my sopping wet cunt.
‘Oh yes,’ I moaned. ‘Use your dirty slut. Fuck me, John, fuck me.’
His fit, young body duly obeyed.
I don’t know how long I was on my back with John pumping his prick into me whilst I swore like the dirty tart I am and begged for more. Dave must have mid though as he said:
‘Do you want John up your arse, Elaine?’
‘Oh my God, yes please,’ I squealed.
Soon I was on all fours and Dave had his well lubricated finger up my bum, easing the way for my young lover. John moved in behind me and eased his dick up my arse inch by inch. He began to pump me – gently at first, but then harder and harder as my muscles relaxed to take the full length of his cock up my arse.
Knowing how much it turned me on, Dave eased his fingers into my pussy at the same time. I was in heaven and Dave’s hand was soon drenched in my cum.
Over the next hour or so I was and truly stuffed. I urged them both on, telling them what bad boys they were and what a dirty slut I was. John’s fingers, tongue and cock were in and out of my pussy and well stretched arse as Dave watched eagerly. The highlight of the night was Dave lying on the bed for me to mount him. John moved behind me and slid his cock back up my already well fucked arsehole. It was my first double penetration. I have never felt so full, dirty and horny all at once. It was fantastic.
After plenty more sucking and fucking I could see that John was beginning to tire and I knew it was time for the grand finale. As I lay on my back, Dave slid his dick into my sopping wet cunt. His dream had come true and he was rock hard with excitement. I urged him on:
‘Do you like fucking me after another man has had his prick inside me?’
‘Yes,’ groaned Dave.
‘Can you feel how wet my pussy is? Can you tell how much I have enjoyed being screwed by John?’
‘God, yes. I can hardly feel the sides you’re so well fucked.’
‘It’s ok,’ I said, seeing the look of both ecstasy and agony on Dave’s face. ‘Let go, sweetheart. Let me have it all.
Immediately I took my first delivery of creamy spunk.
‘Oh, yes. That’s right. Pump it into me. I’m your slut, fill me with cum. Yes, yes. Let your greedy tart have it all.’
As Dave recovered I turned my attention to John’s lovely cock, taking him deep into my mouth.
I was in control and I wasn’t going to let my boys be the only ones to come.
‘Finger me, Dave,’ I commanded, breaking free from John’s dick for a second.
Dave duly obliged, slipping his big fingers into my willing hole, lubricated by my juices and his own slippery cum.
Dave’s expert touch soon had me coming and I gushed jet after jet of it into his face. The sight of me squirting was too much for John and I could feel his own explosion rising up his shaft.
Just in time, John pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his wad over my tits. What a fuck!
For a while the three of us lay together exhausted on the bed, John’s jizz still glistening all over my boobs. We talked for a while and then John thanked us profusely, kissed me on the lips and left us to it. After a little mopping up, Dave and I fell asleep in each other’s arms.
That was three weeks ago and since then Dave and I have not stopped shagging each other. More than that, we have a closeness and trust I have never experienced with any man before.
From the mischievous look in his eye I know that Dave is planning something else soon. Whether it will be another meeting with John or with another carefully selected stranger I don’t know. But I do know that I can’t wait, because I am just a dirty slut who loves being fucked.
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