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 By Becoming a "Slut," Carol Finds Great Sex Life With Hubby

   The following story was received from a couple via e-mail.  While it has
had some minor editing, Carol assures us this story is definitely TRUE!

   PART 1

   My husband and I were married at a very early age, against the advice of
our parents.  I was only 18, and Dave was 19.  We had been dating during
high school, and now that we were both out...  and because we were so much
in love...  we didn't want to wait any longer to get married.

   Maybe I should say that we were in LUST, because we were having sex on a
very regular basis before we got married.  I was virgin when I met Dave,
and he introduced me to sex.  To say I was like a duck taking to water
would be an understatement!  After my first experience, I craved it.  And,
even though I later learned that Dave was not really very good in the sack,
at the time I loved the sex we were having.

   Unfortunately, our sex life diminished rapidly after we got married. 
Dave had no real job skills, and without a college education he was forced
to take a low-paying job as a construction helper.

   His job required him to get there early in the morning to set up for the
other guys...  and then to work late cleaning up the job site.  Because he
was working so many hours and working so hard physically, his sex drive
dropped considerably.  I was able to keep my mind off sex...  to an
extent...  by taking a job myself.

   Even though Dave was working long hours, he was getting paid so little
per hour (barely over minimum wage) it was necessary for me to get a job as
a secretary to help pay the bills.  To tell the truth, I resented having to
get the job, and I resented that my husband was unable to make enough
income to support us.  That, plus the lack of sex created some friction
between us.

   I guess that was why I was so open to advances being made by John, one
of my co-workers.  He would often let his hands linger on my shoulders or
waist just a little longer than I was expecting from a fellow worker.  In
time he actually began to squeeze my soft rump when we were alone together
in the copy room.

   I know I should have rebuked his advances.  But as I said, I was not
getting much attention at home and it was nice to know that someone really
appreciated me.  I started to wear sexier clothes to work, and his interest
in me perked up even further.  One day he grabbed me in the copy room and
began to kiss me.  I had anticipated it, and was not at all upset by his
bold move.  As a matter of fact I returned a wet tongue-kiss to him.

   Unfortunately, Jack our boss, picked just that particular moment to run
a copy for himself (something he normally never did), and he caught us
necking.  He took John into his office immediately...  and the next thing I
knew John was cleaning out his desk.  All day I was waiting for the other
shoe to fall.  But it wasn't until the next day that Jack told me to come
into his office.

   He had his calls switched to one of the other guys.  He locked the door
behind me as I came into his office to talk to him.  I felt sure that he
was going to can me...  and I was frightened to death.  Dave 's hours had
recently been reduced, and my job was absolutely necessary if we were going
to survive financially.  I knew that if I got fired without any kind of
recommendation, that I'd have a tough time getting a new job...  and in our
state if you are fired, you can't even collect unemployment compensation.
So, before he even started to talk to me I begged him to allow me a second
chance.

   I ended the sentence with, "Please...  I'll get down on my bended knee!
I'll do anything you want...  but I need this job." Naturally, I wasn't
thinking of sex as "the anything" I was referring to...  but my boss was.
Jack is about 50, and while he had earlier made a lot of glances at me, I
never thought that he wanted me sexually.  It shows how wrong a young girl
of 18 can be!

   He told me that 'Yes, he'd like me to get down on my knees and beg some
more.' At first I thought he was putting me on, but his hand gestured for
me to get down, and the look in his eye told me he was serious.  I didn't
know what else to do but continue to beg him for mercy, and repeat that I'd
do anything he wanted...  at anytime, etc.  He said that he would take me
up on my offer...  and that what he wanted right then was a good blow job.
I was shocked, but at the same time I was excited.

   Jack is a very commanding man.  It was easy to see how he became the
boss.  He had a presence about him that made you take his directions
without questioning him.  While I knelt there in front of him...  somewhat
dumbfounded...  he approached me and reached down inside my blouse and bra,
and he began to gently squeeze my tits.  Maybe I should have stopped him,
but I was at a crossroads.

   I knew what would happen if I didn't stop him.  On the other hand I felt
that if I did stop him I'd get fired, and I had no idea what I'd tell my
husband.  So I didn't do anything, I just kept allowing him to massage my
tits.  And, I made no move as he bent down and removed my blouse and bra. I
didn't even make a move as he dropped his pants to the floor and brought
out his fully extended cock.  Frankly, I was pleasantly surprised at its
size!

   Jack's cock was much bigger than my husband's...  not only longer, but
it was also noticeably thicker.  I have to admit to having experienced a
sexual thrill as he brought it forward to my lips.  "I just came from the
men's room where I washed it," he announced.  Then he commanded, "Suck it!"
Without further hesitation, I took his manhood into my hand and licked its
head and sides up and down like a lollipop before I finally took the tip of
it into my mouth for a vigorous sucking.

   Once I started, the experience was wonderful.  After all (I convinced
myself), I was being "forced" into this, and my cooperation was absolutely
necessary.  Once I'd made that decision, the rest was very easy for me. 
Jack had me suck his large cock to completion and then he laid me on his
desk.  He raised my skirt, pulled my panties aside and he mounted me.  He
held eye contact with me as he slid his big cock inside my (by now) very
wet pussy.  He was amazing!  He fucked me longer and stronger than Dave
ever had...  and I was brought to climax after climax.

   When he finally shot his load into my cunt, he dismounted me and pulled
his pants up.  As I rearranged my clothes, he told me that from now on I
was his to do with as he saw fit...  and that I would not only fuck him,
but whoever he wanted me to.  I know I should have been angry, but the
truth is...  I was really sexually fulfilled for the first time in a long
time, and I was excited about the prospect of being Jack's private
sex-slave.

   Even when he instructed me that from now on I MUST wear only very sexy
clothing to work (sans-panties and bra), I was putty in his hands.  I
simply answered, "Yes sir!  Will there be anything else?" He told me "Not
for the minute." But he said I should remember that I was to address him as
'master' and to always lower my eyes when he was present.  He said that
tomorrow he'd begin my "sex-slave training."



   PART 2

   During the next year, I indeed did become Jack's sex-slave.  He had me
wear extremely sexy clothes to work.  That was OK though, because the only
people working in our office were me, Jack and five other guys who worked
for Jack.  Obviously all of the guys were glad to see me show up each day
in my sexy clothing.

   Jack bought me a lot of the clothes that he made me wear.  I kept these
clothes in a locker at work and changed into them when I got to work.  As
an example, he gave me an outfit that included a semi-transparent black
blouse, short black leather mini-skirt, black fishnet stockings with
elastic tops and 5" heels.  Naturally he insisted that I had to wear these
things without a bra or panties.

   The skirt was so short that when I bent over to go into the lower filing
cabinets, the bottom of my ass cheeks could clearly be seen by any of the
men watching me.  However, no one tried any sexual advances (except Jack,
of course) since they all knew that John had gotten fired for fooling
around with me.

   However, it wasn't long before Jack decided to share me with my fellow
workers.  As a matter of fact, I became the monthly prize.  The guy who was
highest in exceeding his quotas for the month was awarded the prize of
having a day off...  to take me to the hotel of his choice for a day of
fucking and sucking.  Wow did that ever pull up the productivity of our
office!  I have to admit that while at first I convinced myself that I was
doing all of this because I had to save my job, I realized that I was
enjoying it.  I liked being the queen bitch at the office.

   I enjoyed Jack's mastery over me, and the fact that he could elicit
sexual thrills from my body that I had never had before.  I didn't even
mind when he started palming me off to some of his special clients.  I had
clearly became the office whore...  and I liked it!

   Naturally all this office activity has had an effect on my sexual
relations with Dave.  Obviously I stopped pressuring him to service me...
since I was being taken care of by some really great studs at work.  My
sexual activities with Dave amounted to a quickie on a once-a-month (or
less) basis.

   Frankly, I was glad that was the extent of our sexual activities.  My
sexual activities at work were keeping me very busy.  Often Jack would have
me meet him or some of his clients in the Radisson Hotel after work...  and
on some of those occasions I'd come home to Dave very late.  Whenever Dave
would question me about my very late hours (sometimes I didn't get home
until midnight), I'd just shrug it off and tell him that we were installing
a new computer system that required me to work late.  .

   Finally about a year after I started being Jack's private sex-slave,
Jack asked me what my husband thought about all my sexual activities at
work.  When I admitted that I hadn't told him yet, I realized I had made a
mistake.

   Jack told me that better than telling my husband...  I was to
demonstrate what a sex-slave I had become.  He made me service him and two
of the guys in our office that very night.  They fucked me while I still
had my clothes on...  by simply pulling up my dress and slipping their hard
cocks into my wet pussy.  Jack had them cum all over my face, my dress, my
nylons and even my spiked heels!

   When I started to go to the bathroom to straighten up and apply new
make-up, Jack told me that I wouldn't be allowed to do that.  I was to go
home to my husband, Dave, looking exactly as I looked then.  In a word, I
looked well-fucked, and I knew there was no way I could explain away my
appearance to Dave.

   When I arrived home, I was surprised at Dave's reaction to my disheveled
appearance.  With dry cum on my face, my hair, my dress, etc, I thought
he'd be outraged.  His only comment was a mild, "Where have you been,
darling?" My reaction to his gentleness was strange.

   First I was relieved...  and then I was angry.  After all, what REAL MAN
would tolerate having his wife come home looking like a well-used tramp,
and simply ignore it!  I found myself becoming very ugly with him.  The
funny thing was that the more abusive I became...  the milder and gentler
he became toward me, taking my verbal abuse, as if it were he who had been
the one fucking around, rather than me.

   I told Dave that I had spent the evening fucking a couple of men that
knew how to use me as their personal sex-slave.  The more abusive I was to
Dave, the more passive he became, and something else strange happened!

   As I was telling him just what a bitch-in-heat I had been with Jack, I
noticed that a pole started appearing in his pants.  My story was actually
turning him on!  I was beginning to feel a new and special power over my
husband.  I found that I liked this new power.  I could control my husband
in a new way.

   I became even bolder.  I told him to take his cock out of his pants and
to play with himself while we talked.  When he did so, I realized that he
was receptive to my commands...  and he was obviously enjoying hearing
about my escapades.  For the first time, I realized that Dave was a closet
submissive who needed confirmation that I was an aggressive woman who
enjoyed sexual experimentation outside our marriage bed.  His cock was
bigger and more blood-engorged than I had ever seen it as he jacked himself
to conclusion while I gave him all the details of my slutty activities of
the previous year.

   At first I was somewhat ashamed at how I was treating Dave.  Then I
realized that my boldness was bringing him pleasure!  After some
consideration, I told Dave that from now on I was going to be his master...
and he was to please me by doing everything as I demanded.  I studied his
response to my aggressive boldness.  After a moment, he smiled at me and
said "Yes...  Master."

   To reinforce our new-found relationship, I immediately directed him suck
my pussy.  Dave slid off the couch, knelt in front of me, grinned, and
raised my skirt just before he buried his face in my crotch.  Naturally, in
doing so he was sucking out all the juice still there from Jack and the
guys at the office.  As Dave licked and sucked my pussy, I named the guys
whose cum he was sucking out of my pussy...  and I directed him to clean
their cum out of my pussy to prove...  both to me and to him...  that he
was my slave...  I was his master.

   All of this happened about five years ago.  I remained Jack's faithful,
submissive sex-slave for the next several years...  until he got promoted
and left town.  However, even after Jack left, I have continued my slutty
ways, and even added to them in a large way.

   I have earned a great deal of extra money over these years by stripping
at bachelor parties...  and on some occasions...  by fucking everyone
present.  I have even allowed myself to be the focus of numerous
gang-bangs...  often with Dave present!

   Once I even directed Dave to arrange a couple of these special "gang
events" with his male co-workers.  Dave played "host" and brought them
drinks and snacks while I fucked their brains out.  They weren't quite sure
what to think...  but they weren't about to question a good thing.

   Dave would cheer them on, telling them to slam it to me good and hard...
and would simply tell them that he'd get his "jollies" after they left. 
Little did they know that what he meant was that I would be having him suck
my pussy clean...  removing all their deposits...  before driving his
highly aroused love stick into me.

   Dave and I have a much more active and satisfying sex life these days
than we did in the earlier days of our marriage.  He has admitted several
times that it is a big turn-on to him to have me take an aggressive role in
our love life.  And, almost every time after I have screwed other guys, he
tells me how my adventures turn him on.

   He asks for every detail, and wants to know how each guy felt inside me.
He has turned out to be a gourmet oralist.  I have found that if I shower
him with detailed accounts of how various guys make it with me, he will
keep sucking me to numerous highly-satisfying peaks of orgasm.  Then he
always tops it off with some ram-rod fucking of me before we fall asleep
together.

   Hope you enjoyed our true tale

   Lust & Love from Carol