My Wife Is A Slut

My wife is a slut

Teasing each other has always been a part of pillow talk for my wife and I. Sarah has always liked dirty talk and I don’t mind to oblige her. Recently she discovered how much I like it when she talks about other men. I get jealous but I like to listen to her voice as we pleasure each other. Nothing quite as sexy as her eye contact while she strokes my cock and tells me about some guy she used to fuck until I can’t take any more and throw her onto her back so I can ravage her. Or sometimes I’ll listen to her telling me about a wet dream she had while I eat her sweet pussy until she cums on my face.

While Sarah had been with her share of men, I’d never really thought she was a slut, not really anyway. I just called her that because she seemed to enjoy it so much while we fucked and anything that got her hotter was okay with me. One day she told me about her first time with her first boyfriend. I was inside her at the time and I barely made it to the end without cumming. It still gets me hard whenever I think about it, probably because it’s a true story and happened to my wife. She did everything that I’m writing here for you to read as best as I can remember it for you.

She was in Highschool at the time, fourteen or fifteen years old and she was going out with a guy who was around eighteen and had just graduated. Sarah was one of those girls who was hotter than she thought she was and went out with a guy who was clearly beneath her, even if she didn’t know it at the time. She was 5’9″, thin, pale skin, green eyes and long dark hair. She had a long slender nose and a small, cute smile. Her tits were a very small handful and she had a nice butt but hadn’t developed the big hips yet that I now love.

Her boyfriend Gary, which was short for Garfield (I’m not kidding) was a skinny dorky and honestly ugly kid. We knew each other in Highschool but didn’t hang out. Gary was obnoxious and cocky and fairly unlikeable to most people. And even though Sarah said it came from his low self-esteem (something she said they had in common at the time) it didn’t really matter, he was a creep for the most part.

They had been only seeing each other for about two or three weeks while she was in grade nine and Sarah started going over to his house after school to hang out before his mom got home around seven. That gave them almost four hours to get into trouble together on any given day. She told me that nobody had really given her the time of day before Gary came around an she really liked the attention he gave her. So they would watch TV and kiss and fool around a little and their make out sessions would get longer and longer.

Gary was super horny all the time and was always trying to get her to go further and it was always Sarah who was stopping it. At first it was one kiss and the next minute they were making out hot and heavy. Within days, he had his hand up her shirt and was trying to get down her pants. Once, she’d let him pull off her shirt and kiss her chest and suck on her nipples, something she’s told me she enjoyed immensely.

After two weeks of dry humping after school, Gary made plans with Sarah, inviting her to skip school for the day and hang out with him. They walked as fast as they could to his house, excited knowing that they had all day alone together and Sarah said she felt naughty and grown up and knew that this would be a day that she went further than she ever had before. She wasn’t planning on going all the way with him, but she knew she was going to do something more.

Getting in the door, they throw her backpack on the floor and Gary is all over her. They kiss passionately and move to the couch they’d grown to know so well. His hands reached down the back of her pants, under her panties and grabbed a handful of her butt. Where on other days Sarah would pull back and play coy, today she fully committed and let him grope her wherever he wanted. His hands went up her shirt and over small chest and felt her nipples and she lay back on his couch and let him.

Her hand brushed the hard crotch area of his jeans and decided to reach inside. Unzipping his fly she grabbed his hard cock, (her first), and ran her fingers along the shaft playfully. It wasn’t as big as she was expecting but it was hard and hot to the touch and she was enthralled with it. He unzipped her pants and slid his hand into her panties before she could think about it. His fingers found her wet and she said she practically cooed with enjoyment.

Her shirt pushed up so he could suck on her young hard nipples and his hand down the front of her pants, rubbing her to try and get her off, it was all Sarah said she could do to concentrate on a rhythm for stroking him, wondering if she would make him cum like this. It was hot and they were sweating and she thought she would have to stop him before they went too far, but then he changed strategies on her, caught her off guard in a moment of unorthodox genius if you ask me.

He asked her if she wanted to shower with him. She agreed. This really gets me too. The idea of some douche bag putting a move like this on my wife and getting away with it! That she said yes, and stripped naked in front of him, that he was the first man who ever saw my wife’s naked body and that he stood in front her, staring at her, his erect penis pointing at her as they stepped into the shower together…