Filthy and excited slut wife and executive
Forced Confession #1: Betrayal
This is a true story that I’m being forced to convey to you all as punishment for being a wanton, little fuckhole that can’t resist having my cunt used roughly and being filled to overflowing with strangers’ spunk. A man once paid for my shopping and I repaid his kindness by letting him fill me with his sperm and breed me.
My husband went on a business trip a few years ago. He was only away over the weekend, but he made sure to give me a damn good fucking in every hole before he left, filling me up to the brim with his cum.
Once he’d left, I was still feeling horny, so I darted up to our bedroom and got out my favourite vibrator, along with one of my husband’s fancy scarves. Placing the vibrator against my clit, I immediately set it to the second-most powerful setting, too impatient to bother with letting my orgasm build for a while. I teased myself with his scarf, caressing my perky breasts with the fabric and dragging it along the length of my stomach, before balling it up and pressing it between my legs, to soak up my juices – a little treat for when Hubby returned! Desperate to come, I flicked the setting up a notch and held out for as long as I could, bucking and trembling, letting out little moans and whines as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. Seconds later, and I came hard with a loud, long ohhhhhhh, my legs quivering violently.
Sated for the time being, I decided to get on with the day properly, and prepared to go into town. I window-shopped for the most part, but stopped by the supermarket to buy myself a couple of ready meals and a bottle of wine. At the self-service checkout, before I could get my card out, a gruff Scottish man at the checkout beside me whipped his across the contactless point, paying for my items. He grinned at me when I looked up to say thank you, and after packing up my shopping, I followed him out of the store. On the street, I caught up with him and we struck up a conversation. The conversation lasted all of 90 seconds before he asked me to go back to his hotel with him and have a drink.
Well. He did pay for my shopping... so I agreed.
We drank at the hotel bar for an hour or so, making small talk. With each drink, I could feel the sexual tension between us intensifying, and it wasn’t long before he invited me up to his hotel room. Honestly, I didn’t even think about my husband then, even though his cum had been dripping down from inside my pussy and arse all day, seeping into my knickers.
I don’t even remember the Scotsman’s name, but we got to his room and, rather tipsily, I stripped myself off and sank backwards onto the bed, beckoning for him to join me. He skimmed his fingers along my inner thighs, before reaching up between them to feel how wet and warm I was, sinking three fingers into my cunt without any resistance. I was beyond ready for his cock, and pounced on him the minute he’d settled back into the bedclothes. I climbed onto his lap, before impaling myself suddenly on his cock, which caused him to throw his head back and shout “fuck!” When I started rocking and bouncing, however, he moaned and dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips and arse, spurring me on, urging me to ride him harder and faster.
When he came, I could feel him spurting his hot cum inside of me; feel his dick twitching with each pulse of semen he released into my cunt. The thought of his cum mixing with my husband’s made my pussy clench with desire. The long and the short of it was some weeks later I realised that I was pregnant. I didn’t know if it was my husband’s or the stranger’s. After a short period of time of self-loathing I decided to tell my husband. He was furious and to be honest I don’t know how our marriage survived. It was though, helped by the fact that not long after my confession, sadly I miscarried.
One thing to come of my infidelity is the realisation that both I and my husband were perversely turned-on by it. Our sex life now involves us trying to devise ways in which we can both gain sexual gratification by soliciting my sexual degradation and humiliation. My husband says that it helps him “take back control.”
I have a very high profile job, in which I am respected by many, especially my close colleagues. As punishment for my transgression, he has threatened to expose my slutty alto-ego to them if I don’t comply with his requests. One of which is to open an account on Xhamster and bare my ‘slutty side’ to strangers. Hence my pictures.
Truthfully, it makes me wet in all of my feminine places to suffer this degradation. I must admit though, that I am concerned that he his intimated that he would like to expose not just my orifices for breeding, but also my face, my real identity. It excites me to think of men and women who work for me seeing me exposed and whored, though clearly the consequences could be terrible.
Genuinely, watch this space!!!
p.s. At my husband’s behest, I am to ask you for poses, situations that you would like him to photograph me in, for publication. He has videos too and may post some of them.
This is a true story that I’m being forced to convey to you all as punishment for being a wanton, little fuckhole that can’t resist having my cunt used roughly and being filled to overflowing with strangers’ spunk. A man once paid for my shopping and I repaid his kindness by letting him fill me with his sperm and breed me.
My husband went on a business trip a few years ago. He was only away over the weekend, but he made sure to give me a damn good fucking in every hole before he left, filling me up to the brim with his cum.
Once he’d left, I was still feeling horny, so I darted up to our bedroom and got out my favourite vibrator, along with one of my husband’s fancy scarves. Placing the vibrator against my clit, I immediately set it to the second-most powerful setting, too impatient to bother with letting my orgasm build for a while. I teased myself with his scarf, caressing my perky breasts with the fabric and dragging it along the length of my stomach, before balling it up and pressing it between my legs, to soak up my juices – a little treat for when Hubby returned! Desperate to come, I flicked the setting up a notch and held out for as long as I could, bucking and trembling, letting out little moans and whines as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. Seconds later, and I came hard with a loud, long ohhhhhhh, my legs quivering violently.
Sated for the time being, I decided to get on with the day properly, and prepared to go into town. I window-shopped for the most part, but stopped by the supermarket to buy myself a couple of ready meals and a bottle of wine. At the self-service checkout, before I could get my card out, a gruff Scottish man at the checkout beside me whipped his across the contactless point, paying for my items. He grinned at me when I looked up to say thank you, and after packing up my shopping, I followed him out of the store. On the street, I caught up with him and we struck up a conversation. The conversation lasted all of 90 seconds before he asked me to go back to his hotel with him and have a drink.
Well. He did pay for my shopping... so I agreed.
We drank at the hotel bar for an hour or so, making small talk. With each drink, I could feel the sexual tension between us intensifying, and it wasn’t long before he invited me up to his hotel room. Honestly, I didn’t even think about my husband then, even though his cum had been dripping down from inside my pussy and arse all day, seeping into my knickers.
I don’t even remember the Scotsman’s name, but we got to his room and, rather tipsily, I stripped myself off and sank backwards onto the bed, beckoning for him to join me. He skimmed his fingers along my inner thighs, before reaching up between them to feel how wet and warm I was, sinking three fingers into my cunt without any resistance. I was beyond ready for his cock, and pounced on him the minute he’d settled back into the bedclothes. I climbed onto his lap, before impaling myself suddenly on his cock, which caused him to throw his head back and shout “fuck!” When I started rocking and bouncing, however, he moaned and dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips and arse, spurring me on, urging me to ride him harder and faster.
When he came, I could feel him spurting his hot cum inside of me; feel his dick twitching with each pulse of semen he released into my cunt. The thought of his cum mixing with my husband’s made my pussy clench with desire. The long and the short of it was some weeks later I realised that I was pregnant. I didn’t know if it was my husband’s or the stranger’s. After a short period of time of self-loathing I decided to tell my husband. He was furious and to be honest I don’t know how our marriage survived. It was though, helped by the fact that not long after my confession, sadly I miscarried.
One thing to come of my infidelity is the realisation that both I and my husband were perversely turned-on by it. Our sex life now involves us trying to devise ways in which we can both gain sexual gratification by soliciting my sexual degradation and humiliation. My husband says that it helps him “take back control.”
I have a very high profile job, in which I am respected by many, especially my close colleagues. As punishment for my transgression, he has threatened to expose my slutty alto-ego to them if I don’t comply with his requests. One of which is to open an account on Xhamster and bare my ‘slutty side’ to strangers. Hence my pictures.
Truthfully, it makes me wet in all of my feminine places to suffer this degradation. I must admit though, that I am concerned that he his intimated that he would like to expose not just my orifices for breeding, but also my face, my real identity. It excites me to think of men and women who work for me seeing me exposed and whored, though clearly the consequences could be terrible.
Genuinely, watch this space!!!
p.s. At my husband’s behest, I am to ask you for poses, situations that you would like him to photograph me in, for publication. He has videos too and may post some of them.
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