From wife to slut: a new begining

(Part 1 from 14)

Misty comes across as the typical American housewife. She is an attractive brunette, slender and firm in all the right places. Her eyes are a seductive brown that accentuates her bronze skin tanned by the Florida sun. Misty has been blessed with naturally large breasts. At her 23 years of age, she is a young man’s fancy and an old man’s dream. She spends most of her days in a tiny bikini tanning in the backyard. She often wonders how many times the neighbor jerks off to her tight young body lying spread eagle and glistening with oil. Dean, her husband, loves everything about her. He is a great husband who always takes care of her both emotionally and romantically. They aren’t the richest of people, but he treats her to getting her nails done regularly and occasionally a pedicure. Dean loves to watch her relaxing and being pampered at the Nail Salon. He remarked on more than one occasion how beautiful she looks as she sits back, eyes closed, her feet being gently massaged. He always sees her as the perfect picture of womanhood, flawless from her shimmering dark hair to her petite soft feet. Dean always had a thing for feet, not necessarily a fetish, but an attraction or gage of sorts. Dean has always told her no matter how attractive a woman might be, true perfection must include nice hands and feet. To Dean the simplicity of a just a pretty face or sexy body is selling something short. But then again that is Dean for you. He is an all or nothing type of guy. He does nothing in his life half-assed. It is due to Dean’s perfectionist outlook on things that when he tells her she is sexy-incarnate that she believes it without a doubt. She knows she has all of him. She has his heart, his body, and his fantasies. It is these fantasies she is going to fulfill.

Dean has been notified that his Army Reserve unit is activated and he will be gone for six to nine months. Dean will be shipping out in a week from this Monday. Misty dreads the idea of him leaving for so long. She knows their relationship can handle the separation, but she is going to miss the great sex they have together. She is going to miss the fun in the bedroom especially since she stopped taking the Pill in attempts to get pregnant. She finds something exciting about Dean blowing his load deep in her pussy and not knowing if that is the “one” that will do it. Misty knows it is this not knowing that causes her to repeatedly orgasm back to back during their recent fuck sessions. She also knows it is that fact Dean doesn’t know she is off the Pill which turns her on so much. Not taking the Pill is her little secret. She planned to tell him, but is afraid he may tell her to start taking it again.


Misty feels sorry for Dean because the only sex he will be having will be from his fist, and he will have to find a place to do in secret. It is due to the thought of him spanking his monkey that she came up with a plan. She is going to give him enough mental pictures of her, doing nasty things, to keep his pecker hard for as long as he will be deployed. She knows he has an appetite for sex, but isn‘t sure what he truly fantasizes about. He has a stash of dirty stories, movies, and spends time while she is away going to sex sites on the Internet. She doesn‘t mind his little perverted alone time because it never affects his devotion to her. The only references he ever makes to her about these things are that none of the women compare to her sexually so it isn‘t that big of a turn-on for him. She decides it was time to explore exactly what Dean is reading and watching. She only has a short time left to put this plan into action. Dean has an all or nothing attitude, and now it is Misty’s turn to do the same. She will discover his hidden desires and perform them, and she tells herself it doesn’t matter how perverted. She will do this, she can do this, and strange to her she wants this. Is it she wants to make her husband happy or is it something burning in her repressed by the societal norms. She doesn’t know for sure, but she finds her getting hornier the more she wonders what she will discover in Dean’s pornographic archives.

Misty decides she will start to go through Dean’s things as soon as he leaves for work Monday morning. She figures a week is enough time to get a good idea of what he desires. So she plans for the upcoming weekend to spring his surprise on him and drain his dick repeatedly of hot cum which she is beginning to crave as much as he enjoys giving it. She spends the week going to the computer and viewing the history. It appears he goes to some foot fetish sites, some female flashing/exhibitionist sites, and different story sites. The story sites are difficult to determine what Dean is reading as there are to many categories of topics. It is time to raid the magazines in the shed. She heads to the backyard wearing her skimpy bikini more out of daily habit than anything else. She enters the shed leaving the large door open for light. It is here she find what she is searching for. She discovers stories printed from the Net. Almost all the stories involve group sex, gangbangs, and wives with other men. Does or will Dean want to see her gangbanged or with another man she wonders. She finds movies with titles ranging from up-skirt and hidden cams to internal cumshots. Does Dean want to see cum running out of her pussy? He has seen his own quite often, but does he want to see another man’s cum? As she questions Dean’s desires she finds a distinct tingling between her thighs. She is going to need sex and quick. She reads the stories completely. As she reads she begins to realize exactly what Dean means in his statements to her about the material. He tells her they aren’t really a turn-on because the women don’t compare to her, but if it was she in the stories that must mean they will be a big, big turn-on for him. She is getting wetter and wetter as she thinks about Dean playing with himself wishing his wife is the subject of the stories. Misty finds herself wishing she was the character in the stories. She really needs sex now. It isn’t going to be able to wait. She slides her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms.

She is shocked to discover her pussy became so wet her bottoms are soaked completely through. She knows she is in the tiny shed with the large door open, but she doesn’t care. She needs to release this building sexual desire by orgasm. Without hesitation she pushes her bottoms to the floor. She furiously fingers her cunt with her eyes closed. Visions flash through her mind. Visions of her and Dean, her and Dean in a public park, her and another man, her and two other men run through her mind. Cravings and desires spread through her brain like a wild fire. She is getting close. The orgasm is building up deep within her. She moves and shifts in the shed trying to get better position and angle at her burning cunt. She turns so she was facing directly out of the shed leaning back on the riding mower. She hears a noise startling her and opening her eyes she sees Mr. Johnson, the neighbor, staring at her from her own patio bench. She is too far-gone to stop. She wonders how long has he been watching her. This brings out a new level of excitement in her. She actually is getting even hotter because she is being watched. As if on cue she nods in his direction and he releases his hard-on from his shorts. She doesn’t close her eyes now. Her eyes are locked on him stroking his hard cock watching her fuck herself. She slams three fingers inside her dripping cunt. All the times she wondered if he jerks off to her sunbathing, now is time to watch him jerk off to her. She is doing everything she can not to cum now. She wants it to build. She wants to hold it until she sees him shoot his load all over her plastic lawn chair. Just as she breaks down into a violent orgasm, she sees the first squirt of sticky cum shoot from the head of Mr. Johnson’s cock. Her knees buckle under such an extreme orgasm. This is the most erotic thing she has done ever in her life, but this is a beginning she wants more. This is just the doorway into her deepest desires. Mr. Johnson replaces his cock and disappears as silently as he arrived. Misty walking back to the house with her bikini bottoms in her hand has to stop and see the load of cum that has was puddled on her chair. Mr. Johnson has some how managed to deposit all of it in one spot. She scoops up what she can in her hand. She stuffs cum soaked fingers deep into her pussy. It sends waves of desire through her as she feels the slick coating of cum in her pussy, cum that is from a man other than her husband. She doubts her quick finger fuck with cum soaked hands can get her pregnant but the fear excites her anyway. Maybe soon Dean will be fucking a load of cum deposited in her pussy or so she hopes. She knows it will have to be by a man that can’t get her pregnant, but she knows of none at this time.

It is now Saturday morning. The weekend is finally here and time to put her plan into action. She finally presses Dean about the pornography he has. She comes right out and asks him if he wants to see her fuck other men. She gives no indication she will and tries to give the impression even if asked she will not. Dean admits to her he often fantasizes about her being with other men. Dean says just knowing she has been fucked would be enough even if he doesn’t get to watch. “So you would be happy fucking my pussy just knowing it was cum filled”, she asks him. He answers, “Yes”, but insists he will never ask her to do it and doesn’t want her to be mad at him. She reassures him she is not mad, but adds she wouldn’t do it even if asked. She asks him about the exhibitionist materials he has. The only answer he has is it is a turn-on thinking about her doing it. Again, she says nothing just listening to his answers. She lets the conversation drop having the answers she wants.

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