Wife Being A Slut

Wife Being A Slut

Chloe’s Story: was i asking for it?

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The first time I was raped I was 16 years old. The night exists for me in a series of flash-bulb images that I can neither piece together nor erase from my memory, despite years of trying. I’m still not sure if it was my fault, even though I know it wasn’t.
I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt.
My last clear memory was stumbling away from the crowd, looking for a place to sleep. I was drunk… really drunk. I was being a typical teenager: acting out, rebelling – trying to distance myself from a goody-two-shoes image. Before that night, I had only been to a couple of parties, most of my wild stories were embellishments. My parents were known for being strict, so I didn’t get invited out very often. I w anted desperately to be part of the cool, older crowd who drank and smoked cigarettes. I was thrilled to be at the party, drinking cans of Coors and tossing them in the back yard of the kid whose parents were out of town. I realized m y ride had left without me, I was feeling sick and disoriented and needed to sleep until I could walk home. I found an empty bed, it was a child’s bedroom, I was going to lie down for just a few minutes.
I’m awake and it’s dark. He is inside me. I feel sick. Who is on top of me? “What are you doing?” He grunts. I try to push him away but my arms are weak. “I don’t want to.” I try to pull my underwear up, they’re around my knees. He pins my arm down. “Please.” “Shhh.” “I’m going to be sick.” “Shhh.” He’s getting angry. There’s a crack in the door and I can see wood paneling in the hallway. He finishes on the child’s bed, next to me. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He gets up and walks out. I want to run away, but I’m ashamed and I don’t want anyone to see me. I cry myself to sleep.
I’ve known my rapist since childhood. He was one of the cool kids at my school, a popular jock who was older than me. The next morning, his friend called me a slut and said “don’t worry, I won’t tell his girlfriend.” His girlfriend found out, and soon everyone had heard what a slut I was. Somehow I was more comfortable with being a slut than with being raped, so I accepted it.
And I never told anyone, until now.
I’m afraid to tell my parents. I’m afraid my step-father will read this, figure out who it was, and confront my rapist. I’m nervous about how he’ll feel when he realizes he inadvertently teased me about the events that happened after that night. I forgave him but I’m afraid he won’t forgive himself.
I’m afraid the people in my home town will call me a liar, and judge my parents. I live 3000 miles away now, but my family will have to deal with the backlash.
I’m afraid for my rapist’s wife and children.
But today I’m facing those fears, as much as I can handle at a time. Today, this blog is the beginning of an idea that may or not become big. It’s still anonymous, but that’s okay. It’s all I’m ready for, just yet.
When you’re ready, and want to share, I’m here. We’ll do this together.
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When I first met my wife we discussed past sexual experiences. I remember her telling me a few things that turned her that still today arouses me. She recalled the very first time being f***** by a black guy she met at a club. She described how they made out in her car and then they drove to a nearby park where she proceeded to give me oral then he bent her doggie style and pounded her. She stated he had the biggest c*** she had ever had but he knew how to pound her good. When I asked her if he used a condom she said NO and I asked her really? She said she was too excited to worry about it. She said the entire ride home she could feel his c** dripping out of her p**** . She went back the following week hoping to see him again. The other confession was when she was in college she gave her rooomates much younger brother a b****** and she stated he shot off gallons of c** . She said she was highly turned on to that. I asked her if she always made sure to swallow it all she said Yes!!!I asked her if she remembers how many times she blew him and she said over a dozen times at random places and times. Didn’t want her roommate to find out. She said there hasn’t been any guy that came close to his explosive loads.She loves me showing vids of guys c****** huge loads

Ive wanted to watch another guy f*** my wife for years. I had a chance once when we stayed at a friends house for a weekend and the four of us got into their hot tub. He had his arm around my wife and I was holding his wife. My wife had been drinking so she would have been easy. He kissed her and she kissed him back. That really turned me on. All I had to do is pull his wife over on me and my wife would have mounted him. We were all naked. I think they were feeling each other, but it was too dark to tell. I would have loved to watch him suck on her b**** . Wish we could relive that night.

Why didn't you let the other guy f*** your wife and watched her being f*** ,if that turns you on I would have let him f*** her stupid if she was my wife if your that way inclined your a lucky guy that your wife would have wanted to this with another man what was the average age in the company. Next time let her just do it and watch and m********* watching your wife being f***** by another man .I'm C****** in my PJ's right now thinking and watching this to see his hard c*** go into your wife's p****

Guys are so much more understanding now, I like it!

Yes it is so much better when a husband is secure enough to allow his wife to have lovers.

I agree. I wish my wife would take a few lovers every now and again.

Within 45 minutes of meeting my wife for the first time i had her pants down and i was f****** her. So I figured out she was a little bit slutty. Long story short we actually found out we had other things in common beside s** . We got married and after seven years she has told me about how many men she had before me and what she did. She was a mega s*** . She got laid for the first time when she was 13. By her own account she had slept with over 90 men before me. About two years into marriage we started swinging a little bit and she has f***** an additional 22 men that i know of.

Mine wife was also 13 when she lost her virginity and what a s*** she turn out. I married her at 21 and she confess how much guys she had. Which was 18. After five years she managed to get her numbers up to 27 and she is a good f*** . The guys enjoys her and she teaches them how to do her. All the years of experience.

My wife got laid at age 12 and was the s*** for middle and high school. We got married when she was 18 and have had an open marriage from the start. We have had 4 kids and I have no idea who the father is of any of them.

You have a truly great wife, pity more are not like her

I am trying to get my wife to swing! I would love it!

Love hearing stories of my wife and her past f**** . She admits to having "toe curling s** " with more than one guy.

My wife was f****** 2 married and one single guy , they all roomed together as they were oil field workers, I didn't know she was f****** while we were dating, I didn't get to f*** my wife till we got married, my wife got pregnant by one of the three guys, but went to her aunts for summer and had abortion. I love the fact she got pregnant by them.

I was f*** my best mates wife and got her pregnant. My best mate was mad. In return I let him f*** my wife one time. She got pregnant. We then swaped wives. Worked out well

She finds them very sexy with lots of confidence. She loves when they flirt with her

There arr such wasted s**** in life.

Take her to a swingers club and watcher her getting f*****

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Twenty-four years ago, I met the love of my life. We have been married for 19 years, and live in Portland, Oregon. We have two children, a dog, and a minivan. Since my husband is the primary breadwinner in our family, I get to be the real deal as a stay-at-home mom and homemaker: I slap on some yoga pants, organize carpools, plan meals, clean house, arrange play dates, do laundry, pick up kids, drop off kids, volunteer in the community — the whole thing. Imagine a favorite neighbor: That's me.
Oh, also: I am a self-actualized "Fledgling Madame" in the burgeoning world of sex-positivity .
What exactly does that mean? Well, I practice, promote, and facilitate safe and fun sex of all descriptions between consenting adults of all descriptions. I have an LLC, a logo, a mission, legal counsel, and dreams of building a business to serve a sexy, open community. I've started to produce events. I make introductions between potential sexual partners (both married and single), promote awareness, answer questions, offer advice, and kindly boss around a select-but-growing group of sexually adventurous men and women.
Homemaker and madame. Loving wife, swinger, and polyamorous lover. Devoted mother and dedicated promoter of safe, consensual, fun adult sex.
Having trouble reconciling all these things?
You're not alone. In a country and culture that systematically represses normal sexual urges, putting a face of shame and disgrace on even the simplest desires ( Don't touch yourself there! Save yourself for marriage! Don't look at other men/women! ), a person like me — well adjusted, well educated, happy, and successful — is expected to adhere to some restrictive societal norms. Women — and men — who deviate from those norms are, in fact, considered "deviants." Perverts. Sluts.
Monogamy and heterosexuality are supposed to "look" a certain way in our culture. But sexual proclivities are as diverse among married, straight people as they are in the LGBTQ world. Every human has distinct eating habits and sleeping habits; sexuality and sexual predilections are as singular as the individual. While I might look like the rest of the married people on your block, I am, in fact, a sexual powerhouse: a discerning, happy slut .
My upbringing was fairly conventional, if somewhat privileged. My parents loved, supported, and encouraged me, as they do to this day. I attended excellent private schools — including an elite boarding prep school — and got my bachelor's degree in history and literature at a small liberal arts college in Europe. I met my future husband in college. After school we were happy to settle in an energetic, progressive city like Portland. Before our children were born, I had a successful career in event planning, managing large charitable auctions and business events. A month before our first baby was born, I left my event-planning career to stay at home with my daughter. I nursed, cooked, cleaned, nursed again (and again), and attended to the needs of my family. This was my new career. It was difficult, and often lonely.
After four years of full-time baby monitoring, I needed to work outside of the home. So I started a business as a fashion stylist, professionally advising men and women on wardrobe selection and management. I love to work, and thrived with each client interaction. I built my business while organizing carpools, attending doctors' appointments, room-parenting, play-dating, serving on a board or two, cleaning, dicing, pressing, and community-building. I was — and still am — an engaged, driven, and organized new-millennia mom, balancing a small business, a big social life, nurturing my marriage, and raising two small girls to be powerful, informed, curious, and free-thinking individuals.
I have also always been a very sexual being. I enjoyed sex with a handful of partners before my marriage, and, in the context of our marriage, my husband and I had always been open and adventurous, though monogamous.
On a summer evening five years ago, my husband and I were sharing a bottle of wine and relaxing on our front porch. He asked me, "Have you ever thought about sleeping with another man?"
That's a big question. It's scary to ask, and scary to answer. I had heard about polyamory — specifically "swinging," with its built-in 1970s connotations — but the idea had never been presented to me in a way that appealed. TV, magazines, and movies described a culture and a constituency that simply didn't resonate with who I am. As a straight woman, the images of girl-on-girl held no appeal for me. The people I saw interviewed on the topic of swinging and poly weren't sexy to me. The media didn't present a very inviting picture of sexual adventurism for a married, monogamous, heterosexual woman like me.
Had I thought about having sex with other men ? Of course I had. The fact is, even people in the most committed monogamous relationships feel attraction outside of those relationships. We're hard-wired that way, and no amount of anxious moral proselytizing can change that.
So, being honest — a critical component of my life partnership — I told my husband, "I fantasize about other men … all the time." From there we opened up a three-month conversation that relieved a pressure we hadn't even realized existed in our relationship. It united us; I learned things about my husband that were surprising, profound, and sexy! In turn, he learned quite a bit about me.
We both wanted to act on our fantasies. Because we are middle-aged — more of the "cocktail party generation" than the " Tinder " generation — meeting potential partners online didn't feel right for us. (We tested those waters without success.) How can you tell if you will have the kind of real, physical chemistry needed to have great sex if the primary interaction is on a screen? How do you sort out the flakes from the serious? How do you exercise discretion with a shared computer?
After much discussion, my husband and I decided to go to one of our local sex clubs — of which there are surprisingly many. Portland is a sex-positive place, and the libertarian "live-and-let-live" mindset in our hometown means there are more strip clubs per capita here than in any other large city in the country. We have kink festivals, erotic galas, a Slut Walk — even a sexy Bed & Breakfast.
The sex club my husband and I decided to patronize was well known, and drew people from all over the country based on its reputation, full bar (most sex clubs are BYOB ), and comfortable, upscale amenities.
Our first visit to the club was nerve-wracking. Would we see anyone we knew? Would there be sex everywhere ? We signed the waivers, which indemnified the club from certain legal actions and bound us to the rules: no phones nor cameras; don't be creepy; "no" means "no" at all times , and use common sense … to name just a few. We paid our door fee, stepped through the doors, and changed our lives forever.
Like many high-end nightclubs, this one had a big bar, packed dance floor, lights, loud music, well-dressed patrons, and the din of a good time. Walk past the dance floor, and it was a whole different world: There was the couples' lounge with beds, sheer curtains, fresh sheets, condoms, and sanitary supplies . There were also banks of private rooms with the same sex-friendly amenities. Upstairs was a large bar and a huge "orgy" bed, a pole for sexy dancing, and more private rooms. My first impression was that it was clean, friendly, and sexy. People were smiling and welcoming; women wore sexy dresses or lingerie. It was a diverse, fun crowd, and — the best thing — I could dance as tantalizingly and erotically as I desired with my husband.
That first night at the club I had a number of revelations. First, "swingers" (for lack of a better term for the club's patrons) are nice. I mean really friendly, authentic, and (most notably) respectful people. Second, I'm an exhibitionist. Seeing the look in my husband's eyes when I took the top of my dress down in the couples' lounge was incredibly erotic. And finally, I'm sexy to other people. What's more? We , my husband and I, are sexy to other people.
This is something about the world of open sex and sexy, sex-positive people that I love above all else: Men and women alike are supportive, positive, and complimentary. Imagine my delight to be a forty-something housewife who hears, "Wow, your ass is a work of art!"
Who wouldn't get a little bump hearing that? In my monogamous life, I rarely received this kind of adulation. The monogamous, married man doesn't often throw around compliments like "You look incredibly sexy tonight" to his married female friend at the family barbeque. At the sex club, I was complimented often, and the confidence I gained profoundly affected other areas of my life.
After that first visit, I was unapologetically drawn to the club; I became braver, and more deliciously in-my-skin every time. In my experience, people need to
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