MY beginning being a slut
My transformation into being a hotwife slut, in an open marriage started years ago with public exhibitionism. I would flash my husband in parking lots, gas stations, restaurants; anywhere, anytime I felt the desire. Sometimes we took pictures, but mostly it was spur of the moment. Then I graduated to flashing truckers, hotel workers, waiters, bartenders ... you can just about name it.
Up until this point I was a dyed-in-the-wool catholic girl who was a virgin when she got married. Big mistake.
Anyway, the true transformation came when we spent a weekend at a nearby amusement park (Cedar Point). We stayed at a motel about a mile from the entrance. We were both still kinda young and kinda horny. Grandma had our c***d. The room we occupied had a balcony overlooking the parking lot. It was just a cement slab floor with metal rods as the knee-wall. Nothing like a solid barrier to block what we were doing.
It was about 7 A.M. and my husband was out sitting on the balcony having coffee. I dumped my PJ’s and came outside with him, kneeled down and started sucking his cock. The sun was just starting to come up. After about five minutes my husband tells me he thinks someone is watching us. That only made me hornier. I really accentuated sucking his pole.
I finally looked out after my husband’s prodding and there was a guy sitting in his car, maybe about two thirds across the parking lot watching us through binoculars.
I swear.
Then he pulled up closer and my hubby started getting nervous ... and soft. Finally he pulled up just next to our balcony. The binoculars were gone but his dick was out and you could see him stroking his thing like a madman. My husband ran inside but I thought ‘fuck it!’
I stood up and gave him a show, shoving my tits at him and then my ass. I was in a zone. He watched me with his mouth wide open. Finally I motioned for him to stay there, giving him the ‘wait a minute finger.’ I ran inside, grabbed the hotel robe, my flip-flops and ran out the door to the parking lot.
He was gone. Bastard. He left a kleenex with with his dick residue on the ground. You fucker. My husband made me drop my robe to the ground before he threw door key down from the balcony, my only way back in.
What was I going to do? To this day I have no idea, it was total spur of the moment not thinking. But I’m sure I would have given him a hand-job to finish, maybe a blow-job, and maybe even fucked him. I don’t know. But I wish I could have found out.
Anyway, hubby and I had great sex the entire weekend, figured out we were okay with opening our marriage, and stopped going to church.
And, I paraded around Cedar Point like a complete slut with no bra, no panties, and only wearing daisy dukes and a wife beater. I got more stares than ever. I had never been hornier ... to that point.
Up until this point I was a dyed-in-the-wool catholic girl who was a virgin when she got married. Big mistake.
Anyway, the true transformation came when we spent a weekend at a nearby amusement park (Cedar Point). We stayed at a motel about a mile from the entrance. We were both still kinda young and kinda horny. Grandma had our c***d. The room we occupied had a balcony overlooking the parking lot. It was just a cement slab floor with metal rods as the knee-wall. Nothing like a solid barrier to block what we were doing.
It was about 7 A.M. and my husband was out sitting on the balcony having coffee. I dumped my PJ’s and came outside with him, kneeled down and started sucking his cock. The sun was just starting to come up. After about five minutes my husband tells me he thinks someone is watching us. That only made me hornier. I really accentuated sucking his pole.
I finally looked out after my husband’s prodding and there was a guy sitting in his car, maybe about two thirds across the parking lot watching us through binoculars.
I swear.
Then he pulled up closer and my hubby started getting nervous ... and soft. Finally he pulled up just next to our balcony. The binoculars were gone but his dick was out and you could see him stroking his thing like a madman. My husband ran inside but I thought ‘fuck it!’
I stood up and gave him a show, shoving my tits at him and then my ass. I was in a zone. He watched me with his mouth wide open. Finally I motioned for him to stay there, giving him the ‘wait a minute finger.’ I ran inside, grabbed the hotel robe, my flip-flops and ran out the door to the parking lot.
He was gone. Bastard. He left a kleenex with with his dick residue on the ground. You fucker. My husband made me drop my robe to the ground before he threw door key down from the balcony, my only way back in.
What was I going to do? To this day I have no idea, it was total spur of the moment not thinking. But I’m sure I would have given him a hand-job to finish, maybe a blow-job, and maybe even fucked him. I don’t know. But I wish I could have found out.
Anyway, hubby and I had great sex the entire weekend, figured out we were okay with opening our marriage, and stopped going to church.
And, I paraded around Cedar Point like a complete slut with no bra, no panties, and only wearing daisy dukes and a wife beater. I got more stares than ever. I had never been hornier ... to that point.
8 年 前
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