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...

edsoames
Hi, I'm new on here, and I'm an old fashioned type of guy and love your stories and pics, please drop me a line if you fancy a chat....

Thanks for sharing. Loving the stories and the pics. Disagree with you about the one of you in the red shirt, you do look very sexy in that photo! X
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Hubby took a few pics to have something to look at during his breaks. He was excited because my elderly boss was calling round to interview me about another promotion. In reality, the promotion and salary uplift had already been agreed, me entertaining him was just the way he liked to use his power over me though without it no promotion and no pay uplift.

Mr. Farooq liked young blondes. Most of the time he wore a western style suit. You could always tell when he was interviewing a female employee because he wore his home country's traditional garb.

He didn't knock, he expected me to be in the lounge reclining on the sofa. Mr. Farooq half smiled, half leered when he saw me.

"Alice" he said in his usual thickly accented voice, "you perfect British slut, you look so, so delicious."

I stood and greeted him with a lingering kiss. I just about felt his larger than average cock stiffen against my groin, his overhanging belly was in the way preventing closer contact.

I closed my eyes as Mr Farooq pawed me. His hands were all over my body but my small breasts were by far his most popular target. His breathing got heavy. He sat on the sofa and demanded that I strip off the flimsy garments I'd worn to excite him. Not for the first time I stood naked in before this man in his late sixties. My nipples were erect and my pussy was wet with anticipation.

Mr Farooq stayed clothed but released his cock. I knew what he wanted but waited for him to gesture in his usual way for me to get on my knees and pleasure him. I did as I was bidden. His eyes closed, his body relaxed and he uttered a sigh as I butterfly kissed his circumcised manhood. I ran my tongue slowly up and down his light brown shaft. There was a slightly different but not unpleasant taste to Mr Farooq's oozing precum. He sighed even more as he passed my lips and slid over my tongue. I could have made him orgasm very quickly if I'd wanted to but I was in full slut mode. I was enjoying being a piece of fuckmeat for my boss. I eventually took him over the edge. I knew he was coming, his balls tightened under my chin, his cock twitched, his hand went to the back of my head and he called me by his recently deceased wife's name. I swallowed his cum and licked what was still on his cock. Business transaction over I slipped on a robe and joined him on the sofa.

Mr Farooq told me his wife had been very conservative and that sex had stopped once she had provided him with a family. Having sex with his employees had started soon after. Nobody ever got sacked for refusing but neither did they get promoted and he was pretty good at knowing the likely lasses.

While were chatting I'd kept playing with his cock and he was getting hard again. I suggested the bedroom. He stripped, I shrugged off my robe. He lay on the bed. I straddled his cock, guiding him into my pussy as I lowered myself onto him. I did most of the work. My tight pussy muscles almost sucking him off in between the times I was riding him. After he had cum we lay there for a while.

Hubby was very excited when he got home an hour after Mr Farooq had gone. We went straight to bed. He took me with his usual reclaiming vigour. That Mr Farooq was my boss and was of Pakistani origin enhanced it for him. He added his cum to my boss's as he screamed out a torrent of degrading words and phrases reserved hereabouts for women of low morals who fuck Indian and Pakistani guys.

Perhaps in a way I've whored myself again but that single fuck and blowjob will put five grand into our account this year.

My first older man, sort of:

I found out quite young that being willing to please guys gave me popularity and an advantage over the pretty girls who would tease but not follow through. The guy who took my virginity was also the first guy to pop his cock in my mouth. A little while before he started seeing other girls he brought a friend on one of our 'dates'. That was the first time I let two guys shoot their loads into me on the same day. It was one at a time, they took turns watching each other. There was an element of competition in how they took me. Thinking back, I suppose as each of them had his turn it was a bit like how hubby reclaims me now.

I felt a bit dirty because I had been used as a slut but it didn't take me long to get over it and want to try some more different cocks. An article in Cosmo sang the praises of older men.

I'd been working part-time at a small convenience store. One guy would come in regularly. I thought he was ancient but he was probably only in his early fifties. He would always need something from a high shelf. When I started working their I always wore slacks because of the shelves but one day they were all in the wash, I was running late, so I donned a thigh length skirt. Of course that guy came in, of course he wanted something from the highest shelf. He blushed when I caught him looking up my skirt. I never wore slacks to work again. He stopped trying to conceal his gaze, I stopped trying to be too careful about my modesty. I enjoyed teasing him.

He was a shy man and I was a horny bitch. I'd not had a guy in me for over a week. I saw him coming towards the store and I felt devilish so slipped my panties off. I was very careless climbing the ladder and reaching for the item he wanted. He went so red looking at my pussy. He stammered out a query about home deliveries. As he reached for his change I took his hand and placed it on my boob. I think he might have cum in his pants because he let out a low moan and rushed out of the store. It was a few days before he came back. Hardly able to get the words out and stuttering like crazy he asked if we sold condoms. I smiled and said "No, but I always have some with me so I could lend you some if you want". He left the store adjusting himself.

He only lived about a hundred yards away so after my shift was done I walked down and knocked on his door, handed him a condom and I handed him a condom and said "Do you want to use it now?"

All he could do was nod. I suggested his sofa. He quickly shifted the pile of laundry heaped there. I helped him out of his clothes and gave his uncut cock a kiss. I lay back on the sofa and slowly parted my thighs. He didn't know whether to stare and my pussy or to try to get the condom on his uncooperative dick. Soon though there he was at the entrance to my waiting and very wet hole. As he slid in I said "Fuck me hard", well that did it, he twitched and emptied his ball sac. He softened so fast he left the condom inside me. I pulled it out and threw it at him. "What was that?" I shouted. I left him standing there and stormed out. He never returned to the shop.

Now, with age and experience, I realised he was probably socially inept and possibly on the autism spectrum and I feel ashamed, not of given myself to him but for the way I was with him.

To this day it remains one of hubby's favourite tales of men before him.

Hubby's liking for bedtime stories keeps a lot of the guys who have been in my knickers fresh in my mind. Last week we were having a quiet ***** at a local pub and at the bar was Gordon. I placed my my hand in hubby's lap and pointed him out, "See that guy, he's called Gordon, he has the thickest cock I've ever had in me."

Of course hubby got hard instantly and said, "Does that mean I'm in the guest room again?"

"No it doesn't darling, not because of him anyway but the night is young and it's been a week or two since I've had fun with another guy."

The big screen flickered to life and he pub filled quickly with rowdy football fans so we made our way home.

It was still early but hubby suggested we grab a bottle of wine and go to bed. I looked at him and said "Gordon?", not unexpectedly he replied "Yes please!"

The easiest way to write this is as a story based on his torrent of questions and what I told him.

I was chatting with some of the girls at a party. We were having a giggle about men and their tendency to exaggerate the size of their cock. Jenny laughed and said "Have any of you danced closely with Gord?"

I was intrigued but Gordon was there with a girlfriend so I contrived to bump into him a few days later. I brought out my best 'I am flirting with you but I am making you think you are making the running game' so it wasn't long before he asked me to go for a coffee with him. I laughed at his jokes and touched his knee and thigh. We had a few mutual friends and guys talk so I assumed he was aware I was a girl who enjoyed cock. Sure enough, he offered me a lift home. My skirt was short, I was showing a lot of thigh. He put his hand on my knee. I put my hand on his and moved it to my mid-thigh. It wasn't long before he was driving along one handed fingering me. It transpired that it was a good job he had made me so wet and looser than I may have been had we just got straight down to sex.

Of course I was playing with his cock on the short journey and it felt huge, I was wondering if I had bitten off more than I could chew. As soon as we got through the door I dropped to my knees. He leant against the hall wall. I unzipped him. I'd never seen a cock like it. It was only about five inch long but christ, it was wide, so much so I couldn't get it in my mouth. I licked and kissed his monster but that was it. We stripped where we stood then went to my bedroom.

He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, spit again and rubbed it on my already sopping cunny. He told me he would try to be gentle. He took things slowly. Even with just the head inside me I felt more stretched than I ever had been. Slowly, carefully, he pushed his way in. I thought he was going to split me in two. I could feel every inch, every vein, the very shape of the end of his cock. Then he was up to the hilt and started to rhythmically make love to me. My clit was on fire. He was felt uncomfortable but wasn't really hurting. His thrusting became more insistant. I started to climax, then again, and again. He started throbbing, I'd not felt anything liike it. I felt him cumming too. It was the first time I'd had multiple orgasms.

His cock softened but still felt big. He started thrusting again. I could feel him growing inside me. My pussy adjusted to him. He had some stamina and fucked me for another twenty minutes or so.

Sometimes I am so desperate for a particular cock I have hubby humiliate himself a little to get it. Hubby reaps the benefit when he reclaims me. It doesn't happen very often and it's usually when we have flown to sunnier climes.

I had been really looking forward to Cyprus. I hadn't been fucked in nearly two months, except by hubby of course. He wanted me to break my drought almost as much as I wanted to. The nights before we flew out had been filled with hubby wanting me to fantasize about situations I might get myself into.

On our second day there we spent most of the time by the pool. The very Greek looking pool barman was about twice our age. He sported a wedding ring. He was charming and arrogant, and very flirty with all the women. Had I been blessed with long legs, big boobs and a prettier face I might have been able to seduce him. As it was plan B would have to be used.

Hubby's role was to drop hints to the barman that I was available. I don't know exactly what he said while I was in the pool but it was something like "She is so sexy isn't she? She can make any man hard except me. I can't get hard and never will. The only time she will cheat is on vacation where nobody knows is and it's been almost a year. It hurts but I hope she finds someone to play with."

Hubby was more subtle than how I've summarised his conversation. It worked. When I returned to the bar some twenty minutes later the barman became very attentive and very flirty with more than a hint of lust in his eyes.

"Your man is a eunuch, no, you want holiday romance?" was his unsubtle way of making sure he wasn't wasting his time. I nodded. He leaned close and said "You want fucky fucky now?"

I dipped a finger in my cocktail then licked it. He called over one of the waiters to take over at the bar. The other guy smirked, obviously aware I was a slut tourist about to get fucked. We linked as we walked into the hotel. He pressed the button for the fourth floor. As soon as the sliding doors shut his hands were all over me. A couple were stood waiting. She flashed a 'cheap slut' look of disgust, he smiled as I put my tits back in my bikini top.

What I was wearing was skimpy but he couldn't wait for me to remove it. He lay me on the bed, released his cock, pulled the gusset of my bikini bottoms to one side and slid into my willing love hole. He knew what he was doing and he knew that women like me just wanted fucking not romancing. Just a stiff cock in a tight cunt racing to orgasm.

My new friend dumped his cum in my pussy twice that first time and emptied into my mouth before he left. Later that week he took me to my room again.

Like I said at the beginning, hubby reaped his reward for humiliating himself.

The pic with a guy is one of hubby's spank bank fakes.

edsoames
She Is Lovely
My wife is old fashioned girl with Definitely A Slut Side
I Love It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really don't mind being called a slut or even, as some guy's wives have said, a cheap fucking whore. It's not my fault if they can't keep their men faithful, perhaps they should give their husbands more of what they desire. What does irk me sometimes is when a man assumes that just because I'm a slut I'll drop my knickers for him at his "Hello, are you ready to go" line. Just sometimes though it can be quite erotic...

So there I was, enjoying myself dancing, slightly inebriated, when this well groomed guy comes up to me and whispers in my ear, "I have a taxi waiting to take me to a party, I saw you and thought wow. Will you be my party date?"

I'd seen him at the club a few times. I was flattered and throwing caution to the wind I said yes. I mean, I had come out with the intention of having a guy between my legs so unless he was a psycho or some weirdo I would be okay. I said a quick bye to the friend I was with and walked hand in hand with him to the waiting cab.

The party wasn't far from the club but by the time we got there he had kissed me passionately, squeezed my boobs and run his hand up my thigh, pushed the gusset of my knickers to one side and fingered me. His touches were at once gentle yet insistent. I raised myself enough for him to ease my dress up over my hips. I knew that the black taxi driver was glancing in his mirror and suspected the security cam was recording and parted my thighs a little more. I was on the verge of an orgasm when we arrived. My date paid the fare.

Before we walked up the drive he explained that is was a non-swap sex party. All couples stayed with the partner they had come with but there would be various states of undress and couples having fun. I said a long drawn out "Okay."

He introduced me to those who weren't busy playing. It was strange shaking hands with half naked strangers. It was even stranger having couples interrupting intercourse, cunnilingus or blowjobs to say hello.

I realised in was just exhibitionist lovers who like to watch and/or be watched but who didn't want to be in an orgy. It was a new one on me but it was something I could go along with.

My date lifted my dress up over my shoulders, folded it carefully and put it to one side. We settled onto sofa. Couples were all around us. The smell of sex was heavy in the air so I stopped worrying that my wet pussy might have a musky aroma.

After a few minutes of us watching a black couple enjoying a soixante-neuf my date put his hand to the back of my head and pushed me into his lap. I was the new girl to the scene and so many of the others stopped what they were doing to watch.

I released his rigid manhood and lick precum from the end. I decided I would be more comfortable kneeling so changed position. I gave him what I would call my "I need this promotion badly" blowjob, long, lingering, slurping and deepthroating and slutty as hell oral pleasuring. He unhooked my skimpy bra so the other guys could see my small titties. I was so turned on I slipped my free hand into my knickers and rubbed my clit. If a guy had wanted to enter me from behind I would have happily welcomed it. I found myself wishing it was an all out orgy. I defy any man to last too long in my mouth and sure enough my date coated my throat.

The other went back to what they were doing. I whispered in my date's ear, "I hope you're not a once and done sort of guy."

He stripped, I sat on his lap facing away from him. It wasn't long before I felt his cock probing. I reached between my legs and guided him into me. He didn't immediately start thrusting, rather he pulsed his cock while he played with my breasts while we watched the others. When most of the others had succumbed to their orgasms and there wasn't much to watch, my date turned me around so that I was facing him. I rode on his cock *********** by the atmosphere in the room. It was one of those rare ocasions where my orgasm seemed to go on and on.

While we were relaxing my date apologised to me and asked forgiveness. His original date had let him down and I was a last minute ticket to the party. I kissed him for being honest and told him he must bring me again. I'd loved every minute of it.

Hubby was asleep when I got home. I slipped into bed and wrapped my mouth around his cock. I love that feeling of a man stiffening in my mouth. He awoke and gave me his "You've been fucked" look. I smiled and jerked him slowly while I told him of my evening.

This. Is. Excellent.