I'm and old-fashioned girl with a slut side...

"Come on Gary, you know you want to. You've been grabbing my tits and feeling my cunt every chance you've had every since you started seeing my sister. Dave will be at the pub watching the game for another half hour at least. I think we should get it out of the way so if you want to feel my pussy wrapped tight around your cock it's now or never..."

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I'd greeted Gary in the latest piece of sexy underwear hubby Dave had bought me. I'd asked him round under the pretext of there being something wrong with my tablet. I was feeling horny, my sister was away at one of our sisters who lived up north. It was going to have to be a quickie because my hubby Dave would be back within the hour.

I thought Gary's eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.He was straight over to me, his hands grabbing and groping. He slipped his fingers into my pussy. we kissed passionately, our tongues almost exploring our tonsils.


Gary bent me over the sofa and took me from behind. He didn't last long. Gary pulled out, I turned round. He was still quite hard. I looked at the globule of cum about to drip from his cock end and licked it off then took his cock in my mouth. He stiffened again and thrust in and out of my mouth. He didn't cum until I played with his balls. Half of his cum went down my throat and half on my sexy outfit as he pulled out of my mouth.

Time was getting on so I sent Gary on his way. Not long after, Dave came home really happy because his team had triumphed. He was even happier that I'd had a visitor. He won't ever know who it was though.

Dave's lovemaking is always more ardent when he is reclaiming me. There is an element of punishing me by treating me like a whore, complete with verbal insults and name calling. He apologises afterwards though there is no need. I love it when he fucks me like that. Usually he is quite gentle.

I have five sisters and six brothers. Gary is the second brother in law who has made love to me now, would it be slutty of me to seduce the other three?

Reclaiming me is the only time he takes me roughly and the only time he uses derogatory names such as slut, whore and cunt. It gets the angst out of his system and I love it.

He has no idea that I have been fucked by two of his brothers but then I rarely tell the names of guys, I just tell him that I have been fucked.

Hubby's hobby is photography, he takes the photos. Despite me enjoying a variety of men I am actually quite old fashioned at heart so very few of our pics are more than soft glamour. The ones that are rude are kept safe on an encrypted drive for our pleasure only so please don't ask the answer will be no.

The first guy who persuaded me first to touch his cock, then kiss, lick and suck it over the following weeks and finally took my cherry still lived close by. In the very early hours of my wedding day he came to my hotel room for a nostalgic last fuck. I'm usually very vocal but my parents were in the next room. It was he who once invited a friend to fuck me while he watched, that was my second cock. I found other guys and he got married so he stepped back and we stopped having sex. In the photo I am full of his cum.

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Hubby still feels shame at loving being a cuckold but if I stopped shagging guys he would beg me to start again. Most of the shots of me are taken in hotels or on holiday. It is rare that I don't get shagged by a stranger when we are away. They tend to be the guys I tell hubby the name of as we aren't going to see them again.

I've still not let him watch me gobble a man or spread my thighs but by chance a few months ago I was picked up at the bar by a guy in his fifties whose room was next to ours. I was so vocal they probably heard me in the bar. Hubby told me it was the most exciting evening he'd ever had. He had wanked so much he couldn't reclaim me. Hubby had heard so much he could almost tell me how I'd been used. The other two guys I was shagged by that long weekend were from a different hotel. Hubby vacated our room each night for a few hours until I phoned to say the guy had gone.

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Ever since hubby (then just a boyfriend) caught me when he came over one night when I'd cancelled a date with him to 'wash my hair' he has known I get filled with cum by other guys on a regular basis. He hate fucked me that night and then dumped me until he came the next night to hate fuck me again. Of course we reconciled. Since then I've always told him when I've been fucked just not by who. Sometimes I tell him that the cum he is licking from me was put there by someone he knows but I don't give him any clues as to who. He likes knowing that he may be passing someone in the street who has been inside me, or perhaps someone at a party we are at. Once when we got home from a coach trip I did say to hubby that there were two guys on the coach that had 'emptied their balls into me' a couple of years or so ago.



I don't look sexy in this pic but it's one of my favourites of me.

One guy I couldn't hide from hubby was Roger, he certainly lived up to his name.

My lovely soulmate has been a generally virile man with an average sized manhood but on occasion he has had problems maintaining his erection. It has always been psychological and his mojo has always eventually returned. This is the first time it happened...

In the early 2010s we took in lodgers to help make ends meet and so we could enjoy the odd luxury. One such was Roger, a lecturer at the local college. What a dish he was, 40ish and with a manner that from the start made my knickers moist.

If Roger had wanted to try out the bed with me under him when he first came to see the room I would have stepped out of my knickers and lay back on the mattress (bed not made up at this point) and let my legs fall apart.

As it was he seduced me within 24 hours of him moving in with us. Well, perhaps seduced isn't the right word as I was very willing but Roger thought otherwise as I did protest a little so he wouldn't think I was too easy.

In the two hours before he had to go off to a meeting he taught me more about pleasing and being pleased than all my previous lovers. I thought I was very experienced but Roger showed me how much more there was to lovemaking than wham bam and blow jobs.

When hubby got home he could tell from the scent in the air that I had been well and truly fucked and of course he guessed it was by Roger. We went straight to our marital bed so he could enjoy the wetness and looseness of my pussy while I told him what Roger had done.

Hubby and I were still in bed when Roger got back. I threw a short silky gown on and set about making an evening meal for us all. By the time we sat round the table it had fallen open somewhat, revealing my boobs and my pubic triangle. I was feeling so very slutty and very satisfied. After we had eaten I told them both I was going for a long soak in the bath. Roger was very intuitive and had quickly sized up the situation regarding the relationship hubby and I had. As though it was the most natural thing in the world he told us he would be up to the marital bed in half an hour. Although I had on occasion taken lovers to our bed I had never done so with hubby in the house, it was always the spare bed, so I looked at hubby and he shrugged.

Despite having had me thrice earlier he had me three times that evening. After the third time he whispered in my ear that he would like to watch me and hubby. I was exhausted but Roger insisted I beckon hubby. Hubby had cum twice while listening to us so when he tried to penetrate me he failed. I guess I didn't help by saying to him in my post coital haze that he would have to be better than he has ever been to match Roger but my biggest ooops was when I said he would never stretch me like Roger had. I thought it would excite him. His hard 6 inches suddenly became a very soft two inches and no amount of coaxing could change that. Roger spent the night in my bed, hubby spent the night in the spare room. It was a couple of months before hubby could penetrate me properly again. I didn't go short of loving though...