By Becoming a "Slut," Carol Finds Great Sex Life With Hubby


The following story was received from a couple via e-mail. While it has had some minor editing, Carol assures us this story is definitely TRUE!
 
PART 1
        
My husband and I were married at a very early age, against the advice of our parents.  I was only 18, and Dave was 19.  We had been dating during high school, and now that we were both out... and because we were so much in love... we didn't want to wait any longer to get married.

Maybe I should say that we were in LUST, because we were having sex on a very regular basis before we got married.  I was virgin when I met Dave, and he introduced me to sex. To say I was like a duck taking to water would be an understatement!  After my first experience, I craved it.  And, even though I later learned that Dave was not really very good in the sack, at the time I loved the sex we were having. 
         
Unfortunately, our sex life diminished rapidly after we got married.  Dave had no real job skills, and without a college education he was forced to take a low-paying job as a construction helper. 

His job required him to get there early in the morning to set up for the other guys... and then to work late cleaning up the job site. Because he was working so many hours and working so hard physically, his sex drive dropped considerably.  I was able to keep my mind off sex... to an extent... by taking a job myself.

Even though Dave was working long hours, he was getting paid so little per hour (barely over minimum wage) it was necessary for me to get a job as a secretary to help pay the bills.  To tell the truth, I resented having to get the job, and I resented that my husband was unable to make enough income to support us.  That, plus the lack of sex created some friction between us.  
         
I guess that was why I was so open to advances being made by John, one of my co-workers.  He would often let his hands linger on my shoulders or waist just a little longer than I was expecting from a fellow worker.  In time he actually began to squeeze my soft rump when we were alone together in the copy room. 

I know I should have rebuked his advances.  But as I said, I was not getting much attention at home and it was nice to know that someone really appreciated me.  I started to wear sexier clothes to work, and his interest in me perked up even further.  One day he grabbed me in the copy room and began to kiss me.  I had anticipated it, and was not at all upset by his bold move.  As a matter of fact I returned a wet tongue-kiss to him. 
         
Unfortunately, Jack our boss, picked just that particular moment to run a copy for himself (something he normally never did), and he caught us necking.  He took John into his office immediately... and the next thing I knew John was cleaning out his desk.  All day I was waiting for the other shoe to fall.  But it wasn't until the next day that Jack told me to come into his office.  

He had his calls switched to one of the other guys.  He locked the door behind me as I came into his office to talk to him.  I felt sure that he was going to can me... and I was frightened to death.  Dave 's hours had recently been reduced, and my job was absolutely necessary if we were going to survive financially.  I knew that if I got fired without any kind of recommendation, that I'd have a tough time getting a new job... and in our state if you are fired, you can't even collect unemployment compensation.  So, before he even started to talk to me I begged him to allow me a second chance. 
         
I ended the sentence with, "Please... I'll get down on my bended knee!  I'll do anything you want... but I need this job."  Naturally, I wasn't thinking of sex as "the anything" I was referring to... but my boss was.  Jack is about 50, and while he had earlier made a lot of glances at me, I never thought that he wanted me sexually.  It shows how wrong a young girl of 18 can be! 

He told me that 'Yes, he'd like me to get down on my knees and beg some more.'  At first I thought he was putting me on, but his hand gestured for me to get down, and the look in his eye told me he was serious.  I didn't know what else to do but continue to beg him for mercy, and repeat that I'd do anything he wanted... at anytime, etc.  He said that he would take me up on my offer... and that what he wanted right then was a good blow job. I was shocked, but at the same time I was excited. 
         
Jack is a very commanding man.  It was easy to see how he became the boss.  He had a presence about him that made you take his directions without questioning him.  While I knelt there in front of him... somewhat dumbfounded... he approached me and reached down inside my blouse and bra, and he began to gently squeeze my tits.  Maybe I should have stopped him, but I was at a crossroads.  

I knew what would happen if I didn't stop him.  On the other hand I felt that if I did stop him I'd get fired, and I had no idea what I'd tell my husband.  So I didn't do anything, I just kept allowing him to massage my tits.  And, I made no move as he bent down and removed my blouse and bra.  I didn't even make a move as he dropped his pants to the floor and brought out his fully extended cock. Frankly, I was pleasantly surprised at its size!  

Jack's cock was much bigger than my husband's... not only longer, but it was also noticeably thicker.  I have to admit to having experienced a sexual thrill as he brought it forward to my lips.  "I just came from the men's room where I washed it," he announced.  Then he commanded, "Suck it!"  Without further hesitation, I took his manhood into my hand and licked its head and sides up and down like a lollipop before I  finally took the tip of it into my mouth for a vigorous sucking. 
         
Once I started, the experience was wonderful.  After all (I convinced myself), I was being "forced" into this, and my cooperation was absolutely necessary.  Once I'd made that decision, the rest was very easy for me.  Jack had me suck his large cock to completion and then he laid me on his desk.  He raised my skirt, pulled my panties aside and he mounted me.  He held eye contact with me as he slid his big cock inside my (by now) very wet pussy.  He was amazing!  He fucked me longer and stronger than Dave ever had... and I was brought to climax after climax.  

When he finally shot his load into my cunt, he dismounted me and pulled his pants up.  As I rearranged my clothes, he told me that from now on I was his to do with as he saw fit... and that I would not only fuck him, but whoever he wanted me to.  I know I should have been angry, but the truth is... I was really sexually fulfilled for the first time in a long time, and I was excited about the prospect of being Jack's private sex-slave. 

Even when he instructed me that from now on I MUST wear only very sexy clothing to work (sans-panties and bra), I was putty in his hands.  I simply answered, "Yes sir!  Will there be anything else?"  He told me "Not for the minute."  But he said I should remember that I was to address him as 'master' and to always lower my eyes when he was present.  He said that tomorrow he'd begin my "sex-slave training."
         

PART 2
         
During the next year, I indeed did become Jack's sex-slave.  He had me wear extremely sexy clothes to work.  That was OK though, because the only people working in our office were me, Jack and five other guys who worked for Jack.  Obviously all of the guys were glad to see me show up each day in my sexy clothing.  

Jack bought me a lot of the clothes that he made me wear.  I kept these clothes in a locker at work and changed into them when I got to work.  As an example, he gave me an outfit that included a semi-transparent black blouse, short black leather mini-skirt, black fishnet stockings with elastic tops and 5" heels.  Naturally he insisted that I had to wear these things without a bra or panties.  

The skirt was so short that when I bent over to go into the lower filing cabinets, the bottom of my ass cheeks could clearly be seen by any of the men watching me. However, no one tried any sexual advances (except Jack, of course) since they all knew that John had gotten fired for fooling around with me. 
         
However, it wasn't long before Jack decided to share me with my fellow workers.  As a matter of fact, I became the monthly prize. The guy who was highest in exceeding his quotas for the month was awarded the prize of having a day off... to take me to the hotel of his choice for a day of fucking and sucking.  Wow did that ever pull up the productivity of our office!  I have to admit that while at first I convinced myself that I was doing all of this because I had to save my job, I realized that I was enjoying it.  I liked being the queen bitch at the office.

I enjoyed Jack's mastery over me, and the fact that he could elicit sexual thrills from my body that I had never had before.  I didn't even mind when he started palming me off to some of his special clients.  I had clearly became the office whore... and I liked it! 
         
Naturally all this office activity has had an effect on my sexual relations with Dave.  Obviously I stopped pressuring him to service me... since I was being taken care of by some really great studs at work.  My sexual activities with Dave amounted to a quickie on a once-a-month (or less) basis.  

Frankly, I was glad that was the extent of our sexual activities.  My sexual activities at work were keeping me very busy.  Often Jack would have me meet him or some of his clients in the Radisson Hotel after work... and on some of those occasions I'd come home to Dave very late.  Whenever Dave would question me about my very late hours (sometimes I didn't get home until midnight), I'd just shrug it off and tell him that we were installing a new computer system that required me to work late.  . 
         
Finally about a year after I started being Jack's private sex-slave, Jack asked me what my husband thought about all my sexual activities at work.  When I admitted that I hadn't told him yet, I realized I had made a mistake.

Jack told me that better than telling my husband... I was to demonstrate what a sex-slave I had become.  He made me service him and two of the guys in our office that very night.  They fucked me while I still had my clothes on... by simply pulling up my dress and slipping their hard cocks into my wet pussy.  Jack had them cum all over my face, my dress, my nylons and even my spiked heels!  

When I started to go to the bathroom to straighten up and apply new make-up, Jack told me that I wouldn't be allowed to do that.  I was to go home to my husband, Dave, looking exactly as I looked then.  In a word, I looked well-fucked, and I knew there was no way I could explain away my appearance to Dave.
         
When I arrived home, I was surprised at Dave's reaction to my disheveled appearance. With dry cum on my face, my hair, my dress, etc, I thought he'd be outraged.  His only comment was a mild, "Where have you been, darling?"  My reaction to his gentleness was
strange.

First I was relieved... and then I was angry.  After all, what REAL MAN would tolerate having his wife come home looking like a well-used tramp, and simply ignore it!  I found myself becoming very ugly with him.  The funny thing was that the more abusive I became... the milder and gentler he became toward me, taking my verbal abuse, as if it were he who had been the one fucking around, rather than me.

I told Dave that I had spent the evening fucking a couple of men that knew how to use me as their personal sex-slave.  The more abusive I was to Dave, the more passive he became, and something else strange happened! 
         
As I was telling him just what a bitch-in-heat I had been with Jack, I noticed that a pole started appearing in his pants.  My story was actually turning him on!  I was beginning to feel a new and special power over my husband.  I found that I liked this new power.  I could control my husband in a new way.  

I became even bolder.  I told him to take his cock out of his pants and to play with himself while we talked.  When he did so, I realized that he was receptive to my commands... and he was obviously enjoying hearing about my escapades.  For the first time, I realized that Dave was a closet submissive who needed confirmation that I was an aggressive woman who enjoyed sexual experimentation outside our marriage bed.  His cock was bigger and more blood-engorged than I had ever seen it as he jacked himself to conclusion while I gave him all the details of my slutty activities of the previous year.  

At first I was somewhat ashamed at how I was treating Dave.  Then I realized that my boldness was bringing him pleasure!  After some consideration, I told Dave that from now on I was going to be his master... and he was to please me by doing everything as I demanded.  I studied his response to my aggressive boldness.  After a moment, he smiled at me and said "Yes... Master."

To reinforce our new-found relationship, I immediately directed him suck my pussy.  Dave slid off the couch, knelt in front of me, grinned, and raised my skirt just before he buried his face in my crotch.  Naturally, in doing so he was sucking out all the juice still there from Jack and the guys at the office.  As Dave licked and sucked my pussy, I named the guys whose cum he was sucking out of my pussy... and I directed him to clean their cum out of my pussy to prove... both to me and to him... that he was my slave... I was his master.
         
All of this happened about five years ago.  I remained Jack's faithful, submissive sex-slave for the next several years... until he got promoted and left town.  However, even after Jack left, I have continued my slutty ways, and even added to them in a large way.  

I have earned a great deal of extra money over these years by stripping at bachelor parties... and on some occasions... by fucking everyone present.  I have even allowed myself to be the focus of numerous gang-bangs... often with Dave present!  

Once I even directed Dave to arrange a couple of these special "gang events" with his male co-workers.   Dave played "host" and brought them drinks and snacks while I fucked their brains out.  They weren't quite sure what to think... but they weren't about to question a good thing.  

Dave would cheer them on, telling them to slam it to me good and hard... and would simply tell them that he'd get his "jollies" after they left.  Little did they know that what he meant was that I would be having him suck my pussy clean... removing all their deposits... before driving his highly aroused love stick into me. 

Dave and I have a much more active and satisfying sex life these days than we did in the earlier days of our marriage.  He has admitted several times that it is a big turn-on to him to have me take an aggressive role in our love life.  And, almost every time after I have screwed other guys, he tells me how my adventures turn him on.  

He asks for every detail, and wants to know how each guy felt inside me.  He has turned out to be a gourmet oralist.  I have found that if I shower him with detailed accounts of how various guys make it with me, he will keep sucking me to numerous highly-satisfying peaks of orgasm.  Then he always tops it off with some ram-rod fucking of me before we fall asleep together.
         
Hope you enjoyed our true tale

Lust & Love from Carol 
 




