Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Bad Wife (MF, slut)
Date: 24 Nov 1995 16:36:20 GMT

			     The Bad Wife

	It was an adult BBS that changed my marriage forever, and
launched my sex life to heights I never would have imagined possible.
My name is Laura, and this is the story of how my husband and I went
from very conventional sex in the bedroom with the lights out, to the
gangbang I was the star of last night. I am posting it here for you,
because it was the stories I found here that sparked the change.

	So, I guess you all want to know something about me before I
get started. OK, I am 5'10" and weigh in at 160lbs. I am a bit
overweight, but not fat. I have wide hips, a large but apparently not
unattractive butt, and solid thighs. The better to trap men with my
husband says. I would prefer a slimmer figure and a smaller butt, but
my husband doesn't want me to change a thing.

	And, as I have discovered, when your on your knees with your
face buried in the pillows and that big butt stuck up in the air, all
a man wants is to grab hold of those wide hips and bury his bone
somewhere, right up to the balls. I guess I would be commonly
described as "big boned".

	And to go with my wide hips and big butt, I sport a pair of
38C sized boobs. I can't claim that they are as firm and pert as a
playmates, my nipples don't quite point up anymore, but at least their
not aimed at my toes. They are not flat by any means, and my nipples
tend to point straight ahead. Of my nipples themselves, I have wide,
dark, areoles, with big, thick tips. I enjoy having them licked and
suckled, but I really love it when they get bitten or pinched.

	And I like my biting and pinching hard. I have brown hair and
brown eyes, my husband says I am beautiful, but without being vain, I
think that "pretty" is more accurate. As for my husband, I find him to
be an attractive and fit man. I also love him very much, but since
this is my story, and I am writing it, I want to be the star and thats
all I'm going to say about him.

	Oh, by the way, as I am writing this it is now 10:07PM on
Sunday, May 21st 1995, nineteen hours after participating in my first,
and hopefully not last "Gang Bang". It was my husband's idea that I
write this story and post it here. He suggested it to me this morning
after I woke up naked, bruised, and sore, sprawled face down on the
bed in a motel room. He said he had never seen anything so sexy as me
that morning.

	Exhausted by six hours of sex with seven men, and my body
covered with the marks, bruises and traces they left on me, I hardly
thought of myself as sexy. My hair was an absolute horror, stiffened
in places with dried semen, I stank of dried sweat, and felt the itch
of semen that had run from my ass and pussy, and dried in my pubic
hair. My knees, elbows, back, and butt, were rug burned, my rectum was
sore as hell, the lips of my vagina were sore and swollen, my boobs
hurt, and my nipples felt raw.

	My husband and I later counted twenty-eight hickeys on my
breasts and shoulders, and thirteen bruises on my back, arms and
breasts, that could only be bite marks. The inside of my thighs were
chafed and sore. On my poor boobs, where there wasn't a hickey or a
bite, there were finger marks and grab marks. They had received some
very heavy handling last night. I felt like every muscle in my legs,
arms, back, and neck was pulled. In short, I felt like I had been hit
by a truck.

	But, as I thought of the ecstasy I had been in the night
before, and saw the desire in my husband's eyes as he looked at the
poor wreck of his wife, I found the energy to give one more blowjob.
It was while I was sucking him that he suggested I write all this
down. I was thinking I just might like to do that as my husband came
in my mouth. And thus this story was born, as the final wad of semen
from my first gang bang passed down my throat. My husband took me
home, bathed me and massaged me, and put me to bed.

	So, now that I have recovered a bit from my ordeal, here is
the story of how all this came to pass.

	Oh, and by the way, as I write this, all I'm wearing is a thin
shear robe, opened so my poor boobs are exposed. They are still to
sore to stuff into a bra, and I don't want anything touching my
nipples. I just thought you might like to know (G). OK, here's how it
all happened:

				* * *

	My Husband and I have been happily married for thirteen years
now. We both have good jobs, live in a nice house in a quite
neighborhood, and have two beautiful daughters ages ten and twelve. I
am 36 years old and he is 35. We met in college and got married soon
after graduation. We had some tough times at first, but we hung in
there and now we have achieved pretty much what we had hoped we would.

	Our sex lives had been satisfactory enough up until about a
year ago, but then I noticed that my husband almost seemed to be
getting bored of sex with me. Well perhaps bored isn't the right word,
we still did it, just not as often and without as much enthusiasm. It
was around that same time that I found this adult BBS on his computer.
He always uses the same passwords for everything so I was able to log
on and WOW, it was quite an eye opener. It appeared that my husband
had some sexual preferences that I had not known about.

	After searching thru his desk for a while, I found a box of
disks containing.gif and.txt files. I viewed the gifs and read the
texts, and discovered that my husband seemed to enjoy pictures of
women with cum on their faces, bondage, and stories of wife swapping
and gang bangs. The cumshot pictures didn't really do anything for me,
although I do find the smell, taste, and texture of semen exciting.
I've just never had it splashed all over my face.

	Seeing it splashed on other women's faces wasn't particularly
exciting, but thinking about it being splashed on mine made my nipples
harden. It was something I had never thought of. In my experience,
semen ended up in my vagina or in my mouth. I kind of liked it in my
mouth, and the taste of semen there usually caused me to have a
stronger orgasm. I had never mentioned that to my husband, and now I
wondered if he had ever noticed. Looking at the pictures of the cum
splattered women, aware that my nipples were fully erect and my juices
starting to flow, I realized I might like to try that.

	I had a brief fantasy of my husband masturbating in front of
me and dumping a HUGE load all over my face. He then would go down on
me and eat me to an orgasm. All the while we would be looking in each
others eyes, him with his tongue in my pussy, me with his load on my
face. I thought he would love to see me like that, and as for me,
smelling, feeling, and tasting his cum, my orgasm would be earth
shattering.

	As I sat there at my husband's desk in front of his computer,
spreading my legs and rubbing my crotch, I began to think of ways to
rekindle our sex life. I had thought about how to do just that quite a
bit before finding my husband's cache of computer porn. I had thought
that somehow I would have to make sex better for him, but I admit I
really didn't have any idea of how to do that. I knew that I would
probably have to try something "kinky-seven which I was not opposed
to, I just didn't know what to try or how to bring the subject up.

	Finding my husband's secret "X files" was a great help. I found
the bondage stories very erotic, especially the ones written by women.
In fact I quickly found that I don't much care for stories written by
men at all. I suppose I had always known that bondage existed, but I
had thought of it as something "weird", something that nice girls
didn't do. But after reading the experiences other women had had with
being bound, it seemed to me that being tied up might be a lot of fun.

	About the stories of gang bangs and wife swapping, I had mixed
feelings. For one thing, I was amazed at the number of stories
regarding men who wanted to see their wives have sex with other men. I
would never have thought that that would be a turn on for any man. I
always thought that men jealously guarded their wives, not passed them
around.

	But, apparently some men do like to see their wives having
sex, and apparently my husband was one of them. I really didn't
understand that at all at first. I know men say they like their wives
to be a saint in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom, but I thought
that meant they wanted blowjobs, not gang bangs.

	At first I was strongly opposed to the idea of ever having sex
with another man, I was even a little repulsed that my husband even
found such stories entertaining. But again, I found that the stories
written by women, shed a different light on the subject than the
stories written by men. The women's stories all showed a loving
relationship with their man, in which they were allowed to admit they
enjoyed sex every bit as much as a man. The women in these stories
were allowed to take their pleasure for their own sake, and not just
settle for what they may get in pleasing their man. I thought that
they took their freedom to extremes.

	But, after reading their accounts, it seemed like they had a
hell of a good time, and their husbands or boyfriends were well
satisfied also. It appeared to me that the underlying theme of all
these stories was that everyone involved loves it, and more
importantly, their relationship was always strengthened by the
experience. I know that men fantasize of sex with women other than
their wives when they masturbate, and I admit that women do the same.

	I have to say that after reading those stories, I was curious.
I even went so far as to think of a list of the men I would want to
have present, in the event I was ever gang banged. Leaving out the
movie stars I knew I wouldn't get, I surprised myself at the length of
the list I came up with. I guess that goes to show that once the
floodgates of your imagination are opened, there is no stopping you.

	And as you already know, I did eventually get gang banged.
Although for "security reasons" none of the men on my list were
involved except my husband. While I am on the subject, I must address
one glaring omission in all the female authored orgy stories I read.
Why didn't you ever mention how sore you were the next morning?
Anyways, I came away from my reading with some definite ideas about
how to put some excitement back into my marriage. At that time, I
never really considered that my husband and I would do some of the
things we have done, and I certainly never thought I would end up
having sex with sixteen other men this past year, not counting last
nights six strangers at one time.

				* * *

	I realised that night what our problem was. It was simply that
we both enjoyed sex, but we were only doing it within the guidelines
and boundaries of what is considered "normal" or "acceptable". We were
caught in the trap that couples in love don't "fuck", they make love.
My husband obviously had some ideas about sex that he felt
uncomfortable about sharing with me.

	And he felt uncomfortable about them because I was his wife
and mother of his children. I can understand that. The sexual acts
depicted in his.GIF and.TXT files to him, were the sort of things a
man would do with some slut, not his wife. For example, my husband
liked to watch me blow him, but he always watched secretly. I mean, if
I looked up and tried to catch his eye, he would turn away. I found
that disappointing, because I liked to watch my husband's face as I
sucked him.

	I enjoyed seeing him enjoy what I was doing, and I loved to
watch him come. But, apparently it embarrassed him that his wife was
sucking his cock. I guess that goes a long way towards explaining why
he never asked to fuck me in the ass, which, after reading his files,
I know he wanted to do since the first day we met. Twelve years was a
long time to wait for my rectum, and on the night I offered it to him,
he made up for lost time, believe me. If he had only asked I would
have told him that I had had it in the ass before from another guy
while my husband and I were broken up for a few months back in our
college days.

	I liked it then, and I would have had no objections to handing
him the vaseline and rolling over for him if he asked me to. But he
didn't ask, and when we finally did do it, and talked about it
afterwards, he said that he had always wanted me that way but was
afraid that asking me would offend me somehow. Offend me? I shocked
the hell out of him that night, and you know what? He loved it. I
don't know if my rectum feels any better for him than my vagina or my
mouth, but he went to town on it, and came like a geyser. I think he
just loved doing something "dirty" with his wife, and more important,
watching his wife enjoy it.

				* * *

	So, in any event, my mission at that time was to engage my
husband in sex that for whatever reason, he didn't think was
appropriate for us, but he wanted to do anyway. Discovering his
collection of computer porn let me know what he wanted. It was now up
to me to decide how to "break the ice" and get our sex life back on
track. Well perhaps "back on track" is not the correct phrase. It was
obvious our old ways weren't interesting to him anymore, and after
reading his stuff, I didn't really want to go back to just the same
old thing either. The question was, should I confront him with his
secret desires? Or should I just spring something new on him? I
thought about how I could get him to come on my face, and that would
certainly be easy enough, but I wasn't sure if it would send a strong
enough message. After all, it could happen anyway by accident.

	And in any event it would be over before he realised what was
happening, and would probably be to embarrassed to admire his
handiwork. I decided I had to let him know I was definitely up for
something new. I decided that day, about thirteen months ago, that I
would invite my husband to take me in my ass that very same night.

				* * *

	This ends the first installment of my tale. My husband just
came in the room and lifted my robe off my shoulders, baring my back
and arms, and of course, my chest. He has his cock in his hand and
apparently intends to look at my bruised and bitten body while he
masturbates. I think I am about to get sticky again. I would just keep
typing for you, and let his load land where it will, but it is late,
I'm tired, and I want to masturbate and look him defiantly in the eye
as he cums on me.

	Sorry for the interruption, post E-mail if you would like me
to continue. Good Night.