The Day I Became A Slut!

The day I Became a Slut!

Hello, my name is Amy. The strangest, most beautiful and incredible thing happened to me today! I feel so wonderfully liberated, because I became a slut tonight! My mind is in a whirl of euphoria, and I am having more fun than I could ever imagine!

I feel so totally free and wildly wanton. I’ve finally admitted to myself who I really am and what I’m really like. It is so absolutely, incredibly exciting to throw off the shackles of prudish monogamy so that I don’t have to pretend not to lust for sex with other people I meet, anymore.

By fucking another man tonight, I allowed myself the freedom to enjoy sex and nudity, and all their wonderful variations, as one of the things that make being human bearable. Today, I have finally entered into the swinging lifestyle by acknowledging my true nature. Yes, I now freely admit that I am a slut who loves to be fucked, and needs to be fucked by lots and lots of sweet hard cocks. I am a middle-aged, average weight, but still pretty, married slut, with big married tits, a round married ass, and a juicy-wet married pussy, who just loves to fuck and suck other men.

OK, you probably think it sounds like I’m going pretty wild and crazy, and most people might say that I am engaging in abnormal and risky behavior. Maybe I am going overboard with all the slut-whore stuff. But I like it. I don’t think of them as bad names. Instead of being demeaning, the names slut and whore give me a sense of completeness, empowerment and liberation. To me, a slut or a whore is just a strong, sexually self assured woman who is not afraid to go against societal norms and fully explore and express her sexuality in the same way that men have always expressed theirs.

Who says we women can’t be sexually assertive just like men are? What’s wrong with openly going after sweet hard cock? A slut can do that, a “lady” can’t. Anyway, how can something that is so beautiful, that feels so good and right, that is so much fun and natural, be wrong or bad for me? Especially if my husband feels so positive and is so encouraging and supportive about what I’m doing? So tonight, to help me maintain an even keel, to keep things sorted out and quiet down my whirling mind, I’m starting a sort of journal of my experiences. I’ll call it my Slut’s Diary, and this is my first entry:

Okay, I admit it. As of tonight, I am a slut. I’m married woman who fucks and sucks other guys, in addition to my husband, whenever I feel like it. That makes me what everyone calls a slut or a whore, right? Well, I love it! It makes me finally free to be myself – a sexual being who is free to choose my own sexual behavior and partners.

What makes everything even more fun and exciting, is that my sweet husband Will loves the new me (or, as Will says, the real me) even more than before. It’s thrilling, and I can’t believe I’m such a lucky girl! I knew I was especially lucky when Will fucked me so hard and so sweetly after I came home tonight and told him how I had just fucked my new boyfriend, Tom. I also told my husband that I wanted to keep fucking Tom regularly. Will just fucked me harder. If Will is going to keep fucking me like that whenever I have sex with other men, I can’t wait for every chance I can get to fuck Tom again!

I guess I should start at the beginning. I’ve always had a strong sex drive and loved to fuck. I’ve been strongly attracted to other people all my life, and I’ve always been especially fascinated with cocks and the men they’re attached to. So many different shapes and sizes – so little time! I adore the way cute little soft cocks get big and hard when I suck on them, and the different personalities they all have. I love the sounds men make when they fuck me and the silly look of surprise on their faces when they come.

I was a girl of the late ’70’s, and I first started fucking when I was fourteen. I was pretty wild and adventurous before I got married, and got to know a couple of dozen sweet penises very intimately. So, I guess I’ve always been a slut. When we were dating, Will confessed that his first marriage had been an open marriage. When he proposed to me, he promised that he would never place any restrictions on me, and that if I wanted to have other lovers he would not limit me. He also promised that he would never pressure me into doing anything I didn’t want to do and that as long as I was monogamous, he would be, as well. But when I got married to Will I bought into the conventional morality that married people weren’t supposed to fuck around, that husbands and wives are supposed to only have sex with each other, and that sex outside of marriage would lead to breakup and divorce.

Nevertheless, I’ve always needed to have several orgasms every day, and even though Will and I have always had great sex and he always makes sure I cum when he fucks me every day, I usually masturbate a couple of times each day and fantasize about sucking and fucking other guys whenever I do. But, for the last fourteen years, I’ve limited myself to fucking only my husband.

Tonight everything changed. For about a year now I’ve been flirting with a cute guy five or six years younger than I am, who works for another company in an office on the same floor of the building where I work. I always thought I ought to feel guilty, but it was fun and exciting to flirt with Tom in the hallways at work, on my lunch breaks and at a nearby bar where Will and I hang out after work with friends. Tom is pretty good looking, and he knows it, so he came on to me pretty strongly right from the start, making it obvious that he was attracted to me and wanted to fuck me.