Decieptful Natures

I knew these guys weren't hanging around being hubbys bestest buddy ever because they genuinely liked hubby but had been coming over for the past several weeks because they knew I was the type of girl whose legs would easily open after just a few drinks.

I did have a reputation for being a complete slut at the time when we were sharing an apartment we stayed at for a number of months. We shared it with some friends because we couldn't afford to have our own place and it was because of what kept occurring that created this slut attitude toward me.

It was me and hubby in one bedroom, another couple in another bedroom and the lease owner in the third bedroom with randoms staying and sleeping in the lounge area almost every night and sometimes with quite a few over the weekends sprawled throughout the whole apartment.

The place was a rental and the owner of the lease needed all of us to afford the place so he never complained about the place being in this constant state of upheaval. Nothing was ever locked and people came and went at all times of the day and night with most of them familiar but not always known to everyone.

Hubby was working night shift but I wasn't working and although I promised hubby every day I would be an ultra good girl sometimes I was just viewed as meat to these guys who were extremely keen to use me.

I was the hot little blonde slut that everyone wanted to fuck and it made it almost impossible for me to be a good girl for hubby because when we first moved in hubby foolishly told everyone one night when he was drunk that he was more than okay about sharing my pussy.

It was in the first week we were there and I felt so embarrassed when hubby started going on about it. We were all sitting around drinking in the lounge area and both hubby and myself had been drinking quite a bit to keep up with the games we were playing. We were later watching a sports game so there were quite a few males and some other girls and the initial reactions were very mixed.

As expected the girls were disgusted saying that hubby was treating me like a whore but the guys were all for it and immediately started pressuring me for sex which at the time hubby seemed to really enjoy. He kept saying that I should give the guys an example of what I can do like giving a blowjob but I knew if I did just like other places we would have to move again.

I remember my first reaction was absolute surprise because I really wasn't expecting hubby to share that type of information with people we didn't really know and also because at that time hubby was normally quite careful and sometimes very secretive about who we played with to keep our normal lives separate from our sexual behaviour.

Every time we moved there was always this desire and especially from me to want to start fresh to try and dispell the slut tag that always seemed to manage to follow me around through old contacts and rumours just as it had done this time again.

I found absolute denial of any rumours even if there was evidence normally in recordings that seem to keep things controlled but then eventually hubby would inevitably always get drunk one night and confirm everything to be true. It was a very small tightly packed community of people who had big mouths that we were involved with then and very hard to detach ourselves from the consequences of my very bad impulsive sexual behaviour.

Guys would be coming over at night because they knew hubby was at work but because I was never really alone in the house that saved me from being put in compromising situations although that certainly didn't stop this particular circle of friends from constantly trying to fuck me every time they came around.

It was mainly the two older guys who were only a few years older than myself that were always very persistent sending me dick pics of themselves and porn clippings and very inappropriate messages all of which I used to share with hubby but hubby would always just say that he trusted me not to do anything.

It felt like my loyalty was constantly being tested by hubby because he was almost pushing me to have sex with these guys but then telling me not to fuck them which was very confusing for me and what made it really hard was that all that sexual tension building between myself and these guys through all the inappropriate flirting that was happening between us all was making me feel incredibly aroused and quite often very wet.

There was more than the odd occasion where I would deliberately tease by wearing my favourite tight little slut shorts that were like a G-string without wearing any panties and I knew when I walked around they could see my pussy through the sides of the extreme high cut angle of the shorts. The seam split my pussy in two showing the fullness of my defined camel toe with half my ass hanging out of the shorts and just to impress I would wear my ultra thin nylon hugging tops with the longest thin shoe string shoulder straps giving this perfect skin hugging outline of the shape of my breasts that jiggled as I moved.

I would always just giggle whenever they tried to grope my pussy and boobs but it really did look sensational and made me feel so amazingly beautiful and sensuous so this very quickly became my usual daily theme for around the place.

This teasing lasted almost three weeks before I realised I had gone too far one day when they convinced me to remove my top and then let them fondle my breasts.

It felt absolutely awesome standing in the middle of this very tight little group of three men who had been desperately wanting to fuck my naughty flirtatous pussy for the past month. I was in my white little slut shorts and this flimsy stretchy red top feeling their fingers sliding over my quivering soft flesh.

It happened intentionally but quite unexpectedly when they just suddenly surrounded me and started touching my body. I was just talking about something while I was cleaning up around them but I was deliberately teasing by bending over and getting things off the floor in front of them. They were telling me to do this and being the flirtatously daring little slut that everyone expected me to be I just automatically did exactly as they asked but my reputation as hubbys submissive slut wife was too much for them to resist.

I resisted by trying to push their hands away but even I knew it was only a very feeble half heartedly attempt almost as if I was immediately giving in to them of which I did by just standing there and not moving at all. It felt like I had suddenly been frozen and all I could do was smile and watch their hands wander over my body and explore the extreme wetness between my legs.

My sweet pussy juices immediately started to flow so it was very hard to convince them to stop especially by the way I was moving to their touch. I kept saying they shouldn't but my soft murmurings were completely ignored and in minutes I had fully succumb to their ownership of my extremely responsive pussy.

I stood there feeling completely fixated on my hyper sensative pussy slit and kept pushing against the fingers inside my drenched pussy and then my top had been pulled downward off my breasts leaving my firm erect nipples completely exposed to the multiple fingers caressing them which was sending me into these body shimmers.

I was completely powerless against their touch feeling so shamefully sluttish because of the deep sense of guilt I was feeling letting them do this to me and enjoying it so much.

All I could think of was hubby saying that he trusted me but here I was betraying that trust and I couldn't stop and these men certainly weren't going to stop for me.

I kept whispering and pleading for them to stop over and over again saying "I shouldn't be doing this" but my reputation and response to their arousal only encouraged them instead.

They swiftly guided me to the lounge and sat me down leaning against the back of the couch with my ass hanging over the edge and my legs spread wide open showing my wet eager pussy begging to be touched through my partially undone shorts that had been pulled slightly downward. My breasts hanging out of my top and no doubt that excited look in my eyes when I'm about to have sex was all the permission they needed.

No one said anything as I was so quickly and firmly placed in my position upon the couch poised to be fucked by these guys. They all stood before me looking down upon me as I shamelessly showed them my firm nipples and wet open pussy slit. My shorts now completely removed with my knees high in the air and spread apart as I lay slumped down with my ass and pussy hanging over the edge of the couch begging for sex.

Not one of them hesitated as the three that had suddenly grown to around seven with a few having dropped in just at the right time started to fuck my naughty drenched pussy into this pool of cum soaked sloppiness.

They squashed me into the back of this couch and holding my legs high and apart by my ankles kept swapping with each other to fuck my slutty wetness for a few minutes each then excitedly handed me over to the next guy closely huddled in the group waiting to get his turn.

I felt like such a dirty slut letting them do this but things had gone too far to refuse these men now. They were like focused animals taking advantage of my weak pliable mind and took great joy in seeing me writhe so passionately beneath them as they feverishly ravished my body and plunged their rigid throbbing cocks deep inside my sloppiness.

I couldn't stop myself from moaning with such intense sexual enthusiasm as each took their turn fucking me with such emotionally detached enthusiasm and extreme power.

Some come over my breasts and others left my face covered in their seed with all of them filling my pussy with their hot cream multiple times. I was used to near exhaustion by these men and luckily discarded like trash long before hubby arrived home but some didn't leave making things feel very awkward for me when hubby did arrive home.

I was so worried that some how hubby would know about what had happened but that night he didn't seem to have a clue. I thought one of the guys would definitely say something or my guilt would give me away but a whole week had passed since that night with me behaving like a whore several times more in that week and still hubby didn't show any signs that he knew about anything.

I started to really enjoy cucking Hubby and took bigger and bigger risks until guys would be coming inside me literally as hubby was walking through the front door and then with a pussy full of cum from only seconds before give hubby a big hug and kiss to greet him.

Everyone knew about how big a slut wife I was and every guy both married or not used my pussy as a cum pit for the entire time hubby and myself were living there but no one said a thing to hubby. It only occurred to me months later the reason for that was because I didn't refuse anyone's cock so there wasn't any jealousy or resentment from anyone.

We ended up being there for around six months and in that time I was fucked by dozens of different men leaving their seed inside my slutty pussy and being shared like that was extremely easy right under hubbys nose.

There were a few times when hubby questioned why I was so sloppy with cum in my panties and I would tell him it was from him the last time we had sex which was very often and he always believed me.

This is not a period of time that I am particularly proud of myself or of my decisions to be so purposely decieptful and disobedient toward hubby but it was the excitement of being so openly degraded by the men who fucked me combined with my enthusiasm to be treated that way and all of it done sometimes with hubby right there and not having a clue what was going that made me do it. I knew I was being the biggest whore making hubby the biggest cuckold ever but that was my emotional drug of addiction to continue and even dramatically increase that type of behaviour into becoming a completely submissive slave slut for these men.

There are many different experiences I would like to share during our stay at that place and I feel despite confessing to hubby about everything almost a year later being completely open about what I was doing behind hubbys back would have a cleansing effect upon my soul for myself to finally share with hubby and others the things that I did that are still secrectly locked inside my mind.