For a red headed slapper of 39, I can still put many younger women to shame! My story is slightly different to most, in that it is my husband who has turned me into the slut I am now. Until I met Andrew, I’d slept with one guy. I was a prude and thought that was how I would remain, but a few years into our marriage, he confided in me. He wanted to watch me being fucked by another guy and told me he’d do anything for me if I did!

I thought about it and decided that I really could get something out of it if I told him I might! I had no intention of going through with it but told him I quite fancied the idea of another cock fucking me! Those very words seemed to excite him, so much so, that when I came home from work later, he’d splashed out on a Versace dress for me! I couldn’t believe what a stupid cunt he was! I managed to squeeze one or two more prezzies out of him before he began begging me to screw someone!

The crunch came when I saw a wonderful Moschino suit in Harvey Nichols, which with a price tag of £850 was well beyond my means. I decided to put his plan into action! I told Andrew that I needed to be fucked by a real man and that on Friday I was going into town to pick up a guy. That night I dressed like a real whore, knee length boots, mini skirt and a tit popping top. By 12pm I was back at home with my "fuck". He was a young guy, muscular, tall and attractive. I’d been totally open with him and explained that I had a wimp of a husband who was incapable of fucking me properly! I wanted him to show my husband how to fuck a woman!

The guy was great. As soon as he saw my husband he instructed him to go upstairs and wait for us. He told Andrew that he was married to a slut who needed some real cock and that he was going to give me the fucking I deserved! The half hour or so that we stayed down stairs, knowing that Andrewwas waiting for us was terrific! I imagined the poor sod pulling on his meat almost cumming. I also imagined the Moschino suit! I was prepared to give myself to that stranger just for that suit!

After a few drinks and the odd snog and grope, we went up to the bedroom to find Andrew almost cowering in a corner, sitting on a chair, facing the bed. The guy looked at him "You sad cunt!" he said. Andrew said nothing! The guy pulled me towards him and began to feel my tits, all of the time watching Andrew. "Your wife has lovely tits!" he teased! Beads of sweat were running down my husband’s face as this guy’s hands began to explore my body. My "fuck" pulled down the strap on my top and released one of my tits and began to suck it. It felt so fucking good!

I then felt a hand slip up the inside of my thigh and begin to rub my wet gusset. He sniffed his finger, as if tasting a wine and then said to Andrew "Mmm, she smells like she’s had a good few cocks up her already mate!"

And went on, "Shall I fuck the bitch?" Andrew said nothing.

"I said shall I fuck the slut!" he raised his voice slightly, as if annoyed by Andrew’s silence.

"Yes please!" came the pathetic reply!

With that I was pushed down onto the bed and my pants virtually ripped off. My "fuck" unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard meat and guided it purposely towards my cunt hole. Suddenly he was in me, ramming his monster of a cock in and out of me. This was real fucking! What had I missed?

"That’s so big. I need a real man. Yes fuck it into me. Cum up my cunt. Fuck it!" All of the time I could see Andrew wanking away as he watched his wife whoring for him! I was in fuck heaven and the guy knew it! I couldn’t hold out any longer and came, screaming out so fucking loud, the whole street would have heard! And with that, he came too……..and, through the corner of my eye, I could see Andrew spurting all over his hand!

The next day I found £850 on my bedside cabinet and immediately started to plan my next session! Andrew, and for that matter, I, couldn’t get enough! Three years on, I have everything I ever dreamed of, a wardrobe full of designer clothes, a sports car and a husband who does all the housework. He’s even let me pack in my job! And, at the last count, there are 35 blokes in our area who are that little bit happier!

Marilyn

(I'm glad to hear that you're in demand... Jayne xx)