Group Sex (Slut Wife)

Story Codes: slut, wife


Husband discovers that his wife was a huge slut before they were married having fucked over 380 men!


When I married Janet, we were both 23, out of college, and beginning our careers. Neither one of us was a virgin, and during the twelve years we've been married, neither one of us had ever pried into or even discussed past lovers.

Janet is a "Lady," in all the positive connotations that word brings to mind. She is a bit on the "proper" side -- cordial, but cool (almost aloof), until you get to know her. We have had a wonderful marriage, though unable to have children, and she is my wife, my friend, my lover. All of this is to emphasize the degree of my recent shock. ......

Several months ago, I was digging the comforter out of the back of the closet. In pulling it off the high shelf, I also brought down a small cardboard box that popped open when it hit the floor. I ducked, cursed and looked down to see books spilling out of the box. The books were diaries.

In the box were eleven diaries of various design and size that covered the years Janet was in seventh grade through the year she met me.

I know what I *SHOULD* have done, but I didn't do it. I was home, alone, and I began reading the diaries. Over the next two weeks, I slipped one out at a time, read it at the office, and returned it to the box, until I had completed all eleven of them.

From reading them, I discovered I had not married the woman I assumed I had. I had assumed that, like me, Janet had experimented with sex, to varying degrees, in high school and through college; having 2, 3, maybe 4 or even 5 lovers over those years. I had made love to only 2 other women (really just girls) before I met Janet, and I thought, because of her looks (so important in the school years), that she had probably been more active than me.

On that point, I was correct. From reading the diaries I determined that my cool, formal, lady of a wife had had over 380 lovers in those eleven years! I feel that I'm liberated, but still, in my mind, that number of lovers would qualify my wife for the description of "slut."

Can you imagine your partner having a history with 380 men or women before you? It was a shock to me.

Janet's young sex life was almost too full and too painful to believe. ......

She began in eighth grade, when she was only 13 years old, and one of her teachers seduced her. This wasn't the only occurrence of sexual abuse of her as a child. Just while she was in high school, several neighbors, an uncle, two older cousins, two fathers of girlfriends, three brothers of girlfriends, three men that she babysat for, a father of a boyfriend, a guidance counselor, a therapist, two other teachers, and a priest(!) all had sex with Janet. At the same time, Janet was dating boys her own age, sometimes two a weekend, and never saying "no."

The diaries covering her high school years were sad because Janet knew she was being used by the boys and men and didn't know how to stop being a victim. She talked to a counselor and a therapist -- and they both ended up fucking her!

In college, Janet began to take control of her life in every way except sex. There, she remained a victim; always "Miss Roundheels" and the "easiest" piece of ass on campus.

Reading those pages now, at age 35, I could clearly see the hurt and confusion Janet was feeling, but the words she wrote were usually happy, full of hope, and filled with wonder at the adventure she was experiencing.

And it was an adventure. In ninth grade, alone, besides the "normal" dates she had, Janet screwed two guys in a car after they dropped the first girl off after a double-date; fucked and sucked four guys at a party; was screwed by her two older cousins in the woods on Thanksgiving Day; and, for the finale, sucked and fucked 7 players and the manager of her high school lacrosse team in the locker room after the championship game. The only thing she complained about in her diary was the smell!

Several times in college, Janet fucked two, even three different guys on the same night, usually at parties. She spent a long weekend at the ocean with four guys, fucking all of them, plus several of their friends who stopped by. She screwed at least five different professors. She was the "mascot" for a heavy metal band one summer (A summer basically spent drunk and on her back or her knees, of which she wrote "I hope I'm strong enough to never again do the gross and disgusting things I did with and for and to those five guys!!!!") She spent a Spring Break in Florida, competing with two of her girlfriends to see who could fuck the most guys (Of course, Janet won.) And, finally, spent an afternoon and night upstairs at a Frat house, taking on all comers (Her diary said she lost count, but she thinks it was in the 12 to 15 different guys range! Janet did wonder if she was a "nympho" after that!). ......

One angry thought that I had, reading all of this, was that Janet didn't go to bed with me for months after we started dating!

This wasn't my only angry thought. I couldn't get the number out of my mind. It was overwhelming. I kept thinking of the number of cocks and fingers and tongues that had filled my wife's cunt and mouth and ass. And the cum! How many gallons of cum had entered her body?

I began to wonder what had driven her, and if she was a "nympho." And then, I was filled with bile as I wondered if she had stopped screwing every man in sight, or if only the diaries had stopped. Was she still the easiest piece of ass in the city? I became obsessed to find out. ......

I began by keeping track of the time we weren't together. I was convinced that Janet couldn't have stopped "Cold Turkey," and I was going to find out for certain.

I followed her sporadically for a few weeks, and she was always where she said she was going to be. Soon, I was saying I had to work late or meet friends, to leave her alone in the house. She didn't leave and she didn't have men lined up and taking a number at the front door.

I continued until I realized that I was missing Janet. We had always enjoyed our time together, and I was shortening that time to carry out some obsession I had. I loved Janet, and she had never given me any reason to doubt her love, or her fidelity. She hadn't lied to me about her past; I never asked and she never volunteered any information.

I began to relax. And even though thoughts of the cocks of the hundreds of boys and men who had fucked her haunted me, I was working to put Janet's past behind me, too. It was obvious Janet had managed to do just that. ......

All of that changed two months ago.

I attended a farewell luncheon for a coworker at his favorite restaurant. It was on the other side of town from where I worked and we lived, but the food was excellent. None of us intended to return to work in the afternoon, so I stayed with the crowd, sipping my club-sodas-and-lime.

I was the last to leave. Janet had a "Professional Women" dinner and meeting and wouldn't be home until later; so I stayed to enjoy another shrimp salad sandwich. On my way home, I passed Janet's office.

Bad habits are hard to break, because when I drove by the almost empty parking lot, I saw Janet's car and decided to wait for her. I should have just parked next to her and invited her to skip her meeting and go have a drink with me, but I didn't. I parked away from her car and watched.

Right on time, Janet appeared at the door and walked to her car. Just looking at her made me warm up. Pretty beyond words, she still had her great figure and fantastic legs. The red suit she was wearing was one of my favorites because the blouse she wore with it displayed her creamy cleavage and the tight, short skirt emphasized her hips and legs. I was immediately suspicious because it was a strange outfit to wear to a "career women" organization's meeting!

I followed her car from a distance because I knew where her dinner was being held. When we passed the restaurant, I crept up to keep her car in sight. Janet drove downtown and pulled into the parking garage next to the Convention Center. Not wanting to pull in behind her, I decided to make a trip around the block and then park.

That was a mistake. Rush hour traffic and getting past an accident turned my two minute trip into a twenty minute ordeal. I finally got to the garage and found Janet's car. I drove by it and parked on the next level. My fear was that I'd never be able to find Janet in the downtown area, and that my trip was for nothing.

I was very, very lucky (or maybe unlucky).

I spotted the red suit at the bar in the third and nicest lounge I searched. I took a table at the back in a dark corner and watched what was going on.

Janet was obviously enjoying being the center of attention for three businessmen. She was turned with her back to the bar, and the men were at her sides and in front of her. Her legs were crossed, giving the entire lounge a breathtaking view of her thighs. As she laughed, she would bend forward, and I could almost hear the three sets of eyeballs click as they gazed down her blouse.

On the next round of drinks, I noticed that the gray-haired executive placed his hand on my wife's stocking-clad thigh. Janet made no motion to move it. After the next round, the four of them left the lounge. Janet was arm-in-arm with two of them, and I was close behind.

They walked along the elevated walkways to the biggest hotel in town. They were the only ones on their elevator, so I watched the numbers light to see that they went to the fifteenth floor. I followed.

To my surprise, they didn't go to someone's room. The whole floor was taken up with "Hospitality" suites for the electronics industry conventioneers in town. The corridor was crowded and loud, but I caught a glimpse of Janet and her friends enter a doorway at the very end of the hall.

I stopped off at one vendor's table, grabbed a name tag and filled it in with an appropriate sounding company name. I took my time approaching the last suite, spending over a half hour waiting for them to come out. When I got there, it was a huge corner suite of two very large rooms. I didn't see Janet or the men in the first room, so I carefully approached the doorway to the second room. It was also crowded but I was certain Janet wasn't there, either.

How had I lost them? I was certain I was in the right suite. I grabbed a soda and sat down in a corner chair, pondering my next step.

I was almost finished my soda when the door on my right opened and out stepped the gray-haired businessman I had seen with his hands on my wife's thighs. I had thought the door was just the locked door to the next suite.

The gray-haired guy grabbed a drink at the bar next to me and smiled at another businessman with the same kind of name tag on, "Whew! Hot stuff in there."

The second guy glanced around, "I saw her when you brought her in. Prime stuff. Both Roy and Phil in there?"

"Yeah, but go ahead. I guarantee *SHE* won't mind! She told us she was a real party girl... and she is!"

The second guy smiled, nodded and opened the door. In the seconds it was open, I could see Janet's red suit lying on the floor. My wife was in there and she was fucking strangers.

I didn't know what to do. I was angry, hurt, shocked, and yet, part of me was excited and curious. I decided to sit there and wait for Janet to come out.

By ten, the crowd was thinning out, and a sales rep was trying to sell me a million dollars worth of microchips. I hadn't left the room, and, in addition to the original three men, four more had gone into the room where Janet was. There were still two men in there with her at that moment.

By eleven, three more men had visited Janet, and only the sales reps and some drunks were left in the suite. I played drunk, and no one asked me to leave.

They weren't as careful opening and closing the door and in the last half hour I had had two glimpses of my darling wife. The first time, she was on her back, spread-legged and an old man was pounding her ass into the bed. The second time, she was on her knees, sucking a cock as a young blonde with an erection was crawling up behind her. What a lady!

Finally, the party was wrapping up. By my count, fourteen men had sampled my wife's charms. I stood up to leave and saw that Janet was still on her back on the bed. Her eyes were closed. Without thinking about what I was doing, I walked into the room, dropped my trousers and shorts and crawled between her legs. Her cunt was so full of cum, that as I pushed my cock into her, I could feel the other men's jism squeeze out around my skin and into my pubic hair.

Janet moaned and said, "Mmmm, Baby, the party's not over, yet, eh?" Then, she turned to look at the man fucking her. Her eyes popped open in surprise and shock.

"There's at least one more cock here that you haven't had, yet, tonight, you disgusting slut." I was so angry and hurt and hot, I was spitting my words at her. "Now I know what they mean by 'sloppy cunt.' That's what you have right now, bitch."

Seconds later, I had the most intense orgasm in my life. I pulled my cock out of her slimy pussy, pulled up my pants and walked out of the suite. ......

I was showering when Janet walked into the bathroom.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. "By my count, I was the fifteenth cock you had shoved up your cunt, tonight. Is that a personal record?"

Janet reddened and glared back at me, "No, the record's still two years ago, when I fucked an entire softball team and the two umpires in the back of a bar. The total that night was nineteen."

"You slut! You cunt-bitch-slut! Is there anybody in the city you haven't opened your pussy for?"

Janet raised her hand in a fist, but she collapsed into my arms. "I'm sick, Jim. I don't know why I do it. I never wanted to hurt you. Leave me, right now. You don't deserve this!"

God, I loved her! What were we going to do?

Still holding Janet in my arms, I filled the tub. I undressed her and gently placed her in the water, washing the cum and sweat of other men off of her smooth, white skin.

She never stopped crying, as I dried her and put her into bed. I warmed oil on my hands and massaged her legs and back and arms. I covered her, turned out the lights, and got under the covers with her. Only sleep let her stop sobbing.

She was gone in the morning. She left her diaries, and as I was cleaning out her dresser, I found the ones for the years we were married. The 380 men from her younger years were just a feeble rehearsal for the army of men she had over those twelve years.

But it doesn't matter. I miss her, and would take her back in an instant. But, she's gone, and I'm afraid I'll never see her, again.

(c) J. BOSWELL, April 1990


About Amy

I'm a midwestern girl who lives in the big city now. People here think I'm so sweet & innocent, but I've always had a secret obsession with adult stories and now I've started writing some of my own. I hope you like them. I have a lot of different fantasies and fetishes. I hope to share them with you soon.

I get this alot, so I'm telling you now Amy Fox is just my pen name (of course.) For those who want to know, in realy life I'm in my mid 20's and work as an illustrator. (I learned web page design in college. I'm glad it's finally coming in handy :) When I'm not working (or surfing the internet for dirty stories when I should be working ... lol) I enjoy cooking, travelling and staying active ... in that order. If I could just find someone with the same 'real life' interests as me and someone who apreciated my fetishes, I'd be set!

xoxo Amy

My first real porno!

I finally starred in my own porn scene! I felt so sluty, just like the girls in my stories! Check out my scene here. My stage name is Daisy. Search for it.
I made my hair blonde for the shoot so I don't think anyone will recognize me. (but if you do recognize me on the street from the video, I'll give you a free blow job! Just say the magic words: 'Daisy, I love your stories & your videos, now suck my cock slut!' :)
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