Her Inner Slut

Her Inner Slut


I should have known when my wife told me that I really didn’t want to release the inner slut in her that I should have listened. But I was blinded by her newfound sexuality in our relationship and I was just having a good time. I guess I should begin this tale with some background about our relationship and us.

I had moved to Las Vegas and met Carol when she was 32 years old. She was a beauty, blonde, 5ft, 115lbs, small perky breasts; she has a sweet tasting pussy with a small landing strip down the center. I’m 5ft 10 inches, 185lbs and I wish I could say that I have a 9 inch cock but I am a respectable 6.5 inches. I was 35 and had just broken up with my wife and was in the process of getting a divorce. The marriage had lasted 10 years but we did not have much of a relationship the last 5, we both knew that it was not meant to be so we had a friendly parting of the way. Carol had been divorced for 5 years at the time and was looking for a stable relationship; we found each other and clicked. We were married 15 months later and had what I thought was a good relationship for the first 4 years. Our sex life had started out fantastic and like any relationship started to slow down as the years went by.

About a year ago my wife started to bring up certain fantasies that turned her on, I’m not the smartest cow on the farm but when I finally figured out that these fantasies were bringing back our sex life I played along with them.

We dabbled in role-playing, alittle light bondage, sex outdoors, and some flashing in public places.

The one that seemed to turn her on the most was her having sex with another guy and me watching. I had always heard that some guys were into that but at the time I did not know the term “cuckold” and would not have ever thought that I would become one. And that is where this story begins.

“Wow you were fantastic tonight honey” I stated while we laid in each other’s arms after just fucking our brains out.

“Well dear I hope your not to tired to go a second round, I still have an itch” she said with a sexy smile.

“Well your going to have to give me some time to recoup I laughed”.

“God I had this boyfriend, Mike, he could get it up 3 to 4 times a night. We had some wild times”.

Now she had my interest, she had never talked about an ex boyfriend and I was now curious.

“So was Mike some young stud”?

“Nope he was 40 and I was 25” she stated, “god just thinking of his big cock is making me hornier than hell. We once fucked for over 6 hours and he came 4 times. He would take the head of his big cock and just rub it up and down my pussy stopping only when he sensed that I was about to cum. God he was good”!

I was a little jealous but turned on and asked her to describe the night. She told the story and saw that I starting get hard. With a smile she said, “you like hearing about me fucking Mike don’t you”.

I could not deny it and said “yes”.

As she continued to tell me about Mike she grabbed my cock and started stroking. The more she told me the harder I got. I was just about to cum for the second time that night when she stopped. “You love thinking of me being a slut, getting fucked by a big cock”.

I didn’t say anything, but rolled her on her back and started to fuck her.

She had this wild look in her eyes and started talking about Mike and his big cock fucking her, how his cock had touched her in places that no other cock had ever before.

I was just about there when she held me still and said “your thinking of him fucking me right now; tell me I want to hear you say it”. I could not lie and said “yes”. “You would love to see that big cock going in and out of me, making me cum over and over. You would love for me to release my inner slut wouldn’t you”!

At that point I lost it and started shooting inside her, this must have triggered her and she let out a scream and I swear she came for a good 2 minutes.

I rolled over onto my back and she rolled onto her side and gave me a mischief look. She reached between her legs and stuck 2 fingers in her used cunt. She withdrew them and with a smile licked them clean. She then reinserted them and brought them to my lips.

At first I just froze, but I must have had a look that told her to continue. She rubbed her fingers over my lips and I finally opened my mouth and tasted the results of our lovemaking. To my amazement I started to get hard for the third time. Carol just smiled and we made love this time, slow and tender.

After that every time we fucked she would talk about Mike’s big cock or about picking up some guy and fucking his brains out. After we had finished fucking, if she wanted more she would just scoop the results from her used pussy and lick her fingers and do the same to me and I would rise to the occasion.

The more we played out this fantasy the wilder she would get, we would be at a restaurant eating and she would whisper in my ear, who here would you like to watch me fuck. When we would get home she would ask whom I had picked and what he would do to her. As I told her she would slowly undress and play with herself. I would tell her things like “he’s kissing you down your back while fingering your pussy”.

She would always repeat it back to me but with the spin of “you like watching him kiss me and finger fuck me don’t you”. I have to admit it really turned me on.

One night just after I had fucked her she had that look but instead of reaching her hand down and inserting her fingers she took my face in both her hands and said “honey you love me don’t you” of course I said. “You would do anything for me right”, again “yes”. “I want you to eat me out”.

I was stunned.

“You do love me; you just said you’d do anything for me. Well do this and prove it to me”.

I thought what the hell I’ve tasted it on her fingers anyway, why not. I crawled between her legs and ate my first creampie. It drove her wild; she clamped her legs around my head, grabbed my hair and flooded my mouth and face.

We would always end our love making with me eating at the “Y” after that night.

Another night after we had finished fucking she asked me if I would really like to watch her fuck another guy, I told her that I don’t know if I could go through with it. The thought of watching her was a big turn on but there would be a good chance that jealously would be a problem. I asked if she wanted to fuck someone else in front of me, she said that reality is reality and fantasy is fantasy and that’s probably the way it should stay.

I said that’s not answering the question; Carol looked deep in my eyes and with a smile said, “I don’t think you want to release my inner slut”.

This had been going on for about 6 months, when on a Friday night we decided to have a night out. Drinks, dinner and then hit a casino and do a little gambling.