An Ebony Wife’s first step to sluthood

For seven years I was a faithful and dedicated wife to my loving husband. This is the story of the one day that became my first step down the path to Slutsville.

We had been high school friends and dated for most of his senior year. I went to one local university and he to another. Always keeping in contact we were back together by my senior year, and engaged not to long after that. We were truly best friends and I was always very much in love with him. 

I had always had a very strong sex drive. Our sex life was always great, never afraid to try a new position or add some spice into the bedroom. Some of my girlfriends really didn’t like to watch porn. I fucking loved it! I didn’t even need to be all that aroused or “trying to get in the mood”. I could watch it as a past time, like guys watch sportscenter. I’d always had a very vivid imagination, and when it came to sex it was vivid times two. Like I said, i was always good at trying new things during sex, up to a point. There were some thoughts I’d had, like maybe bringing in another girl, that I never really brought up to Mike. I was afraid taking that next step might ruin the connection we had always had.I had never cheated, but ever since puberty I had loved the attention of men, and at times women. The looks, the flirting..the trying to fuck me. I liked to tease, I liked to imagine what they would do to me if they ever had the chance. And even heading into my later 20’s, my body still got me that attention. I’m about 5-10′, very long legs. Caramel complexion, big round light brown eyes..full but not fat lips. I’d been told or asked numerous times that I should be in rap videos, with a big round apple shaped ass like that. Lol sometimes because of my height, I thought my 36D’s actually looked smaller. Until the last year, i’d always had fairly long “good hair”(as its known in the black community lol) but i decided to have it cut short, into a “rihanna” style. It fit me perfect.I’d kept my stomach flat, although not the six pack I had at 19. I was never stuck up or conceited, but I knew the sexual desire I created in some people. And I loved it.

But I had sexual thoughts past that. Those thoughts at some point turned into fantasies. Those fantasies eventually to desires. And when those desires mutated into full blown needs, I started to realize it was only a matter of time before I had to act on them.

My extensive porn watching had exposed me to all kinds of kinks and sexual scenarios over the years. I’d click on a video and it would be something I’d never heard of. And some of those times what I was watching would so arouse me it would get bumped to the top of my “god that would be fuck’n amazing” file in my head.

The feelings of pure lust and animalistic urges I was having built up over years. At one point I anonymously joined a chat site. Role playing, sharing pics of myself, and putting into print All the dirty nasty slutty thoughts inside my head was exhilarating!