Could I become his new affair? His slut?
So there it began, I commenced on the most exciting scheme of my married life. It’s a case of, if you can’t beat them, you join them and boy, would this be some joining. I knew this was a turning point of our marriage. It would have to change or it would be doomed if I allowed his secret porn surfing to continue.
I rang my mums and asked her in a surprisingly confident voice to pick up the kids after school, she said that wouldn’t be a problem, that infact they would love to have them overnight if I wished. They had beds set up there all the time with spare clothing for them so I agreed without hesitation. That gave me the chance to shop.
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I did check the account, there was plenty of money there, but I text him to say not to get the crystal, we wouldn’t be able to afford it today…
I already had nice lingerie, a lot of it was sexy, sensual silks, lacy but I wanted something a bit more special, a bit more sluttier. I chose to go into town and instead of calling into lasenza I continued onto Anns Summers. There I went through to the back and with some embarrassment, I got advice and understanding help from the assistants, I purchased well over five hundred pounds of goodies. I then drove to and a rather unorthodox shoe shop for a very special pair of shoes. Without time to spare, I returned home, parking the car into the garage so that the nosy neighbours did not get the chance to see my booty.
I returned to the pc and trawled the computer and the internet, looking, watching, learning. Seeing how they dressed, their makeup, their actions, their vocabulary, their demands and their dominance. Like a student I took notes in my mind, memorising the slut way. I had to become one, for my darling husband.
I poured a hot deep bath. Candles lit, music playing with bath oils that scented the room. I reached for the shaving foam and razor and began to shave my legs. I wouldn’t say I have long legs; I’m average height, 5’7″ not over or under weight, just average. I have a bit of a tummy from having three kids but I remain in reasonable shape. My below shoulder length dark brown with blonde highlighted hair is bunched out the way as I continue on to shave my armpits. I look down to my mons. I have soft downy hair that I usually shave to retain a rectangular strip; just enough for the bikini line as I swim a lot. As I lather up in my hands and apply the cream to my mons my thoughts are again elsewhere. Back to all those images of sluts, my nipples become erect and ache for my touch, yet I look down to see that I have smothered all my hair with cream, even around the folds of my labia and without thought I begin for the very first time, to shave softly away all my public hair.
Once I had towel dried, I applied baby oil to my body, feeling the sensualness and the smoothness of my legs and, huuh…mmm oh god I brush my oiled finger over my womanhood and I feel the swollen lips of my pussy. God it’s so sensitive, so silken; like satin sheets. Believe this or not, but the first time in my life, I dipped my own finger into my pussy. I have never masturbated before but the feelings of being such a naughty, no, a dirty slut started to make me do these things… mmm I am slick with my own juices, god it’s been so long… Within seconds I run my other hand over by bald pussy, whilst dipping in and out with my other, pumping on my pussy, “Oh god yes, I shall be your slut tonight…ughh.. oh yeah, sssss yeah”. I begin to shudder as my orgasm took over my body. I Collapse onto the tiled floor, breathing heavily.