My husband has been training me to be the filthy slut he always wanted me to be. It has been a long, and sometimes very difficult, road, but he has successfully transformed me into a cock-hungry, dirty, cum slut.
Since the beginning of this year I’ve fucked 21 new people. Twenty. One. That more than doubled my previous body count, bringing the total up to 40. Last night I fucked 3 guys plus my husband – 4 cocks in one evening. And I loved every second.
But let me back up and tell you how we got here.
It all started when a mutual friend was flirting with me. I was young and stupid and the attention excited me, sending little thrills through my body every time my phone lit up with a new message. We flirted and talked dirty in secret, my heart racing with a mix of nervousness and forbidden excitement as I hid my phone and replayed his words in my mind. I was ashamed, guilt twisting in my stomach, and when my husband found out, it naturally caused a huge fight. We worked through it, but it opened a door. My husband was now thinking about how hot it would be for me to fuck someone else, and I could see the spark of desire in his eyes that both scared and intrigued me.
A couple of years later the opportunity presented itself with a girl friend of ours. He started flirting with her and feeling out for interest in a threesome. She was down and we scheduled a night for her to come over. We watched a movie before eventually starting to make out, the air thick with anticipation and the warmth of bodies pressing closer. We moved upstairs to the bedroom, hearts pounding, and had fun exploring her together. We played with her a couple of times after that, each encounter leaving me flushed and breathless, before insecurity and jealousy got the better of me, flooding me with doubts that made my chest tight.
A couple more years later I trolled Reddit and found a guy to fuck while my husband watched. We got a hotel room and met there. So dirty! Meeting up with a stranger for sex, the walk down the hallway feeling surreal and electric with risk. He let my husband record the night and we had a lot of fun. I sucked him and fucked him, my body responding with waves of heat and unexpected pleasure. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, removed the condom and came all over his chest. In a spontaneous burst of ultra sluttiness, I reached over to run my fingers through his cum and brought it to my lips to taste, the salty tang hitting my tongue as my cheeks burned. This drove my husband wild with how dirty I was, his excitement feeding my own rush of adrenaline.
At this point I was willing to indulge my husband’s fantasies occasionally. I felt like doing something wild once a year was reasonable and should be enough, a careful balance to keep the guilt at bay. He found a couple random partners and I flirted with an old friend that I never hooked up with. We talked about getting involved in kink or attending events at a dungeon but I resisted following through. My sex drive was low and I was anxious and self conscious, my mind swirling with worries. Why would anyone want to fuck me or see me fuck – a busy, overweight, middle-aged, married mom to a bunch of kids? I mean sure I have a pretty face and nice tits but I can’t possibly measure up to others, the self-doubt weighing heavy on me during quiet moments.
Several years later my husband found a local group online that he wanted to start getting involved with and find me someone to fuck. He started talking to a guy there and arranged him to hookup with me. We got a hotel and met there. Again – so dirty. Meeting a guy for the first time directly in a hotel room to fuck, the click of the door behind me sending a shiver down my spine. We had fun and he was cute. He was super smart and also fun to talk to, the conversation easing some of my nerves before things heated up. We got together a couple of times after that, meeting up at his apartment, each visit building a strange mix of comfort and thrill.
Another year or two went by before I went to my first munch organized by a local sex group. The goal was to start getting to know people in the community and hopefully get more comfortable. It was nice seeing people in person, and we had some great conversations, the normalcy of it all slowly chipping away at my walls. Starting to see people in the community as whole persons with all different body types and levels of attractiveness and interests made me more comfortable getting out there, a quiet relief settling in my chest.
Later that night, one of the guys I met reached out to me and started flirting. It was energizing! This cute, attractive guy was interested in me? We flirted a bit, and quickly scheduled a date. For the first time since exploring ethical non-monogamy, I got taken out on a date and actually felt pretty and sexy and desirable, my skin tingling under his gaze. The chemistry was intense and we quickly decided we wanted to continue the evening somewhere more private and got a hotel room. The sex was great, bodies moving with raw hunger. We saw each other off and on for about a year before naturally moving on to other things.
During that time my husband and I started attending local kink events and got involved in the BDSM scene. It excited me to show off for other people to watch, the eyes on my body sending sparks of nervous excitement through me. And we started making real friends in the community – people we could share this side of our relationship with while keeping it a secret from family and other friends, the sense of belonging both thrilling and comforting.
I had a couple of partners during that time for casual hookups and started getting more comfortable with my slutty side, each experience peeling back layers of hesitation. Each outing ending with me coming home to tell my husband about it and enjoy the excitement it brings him, watching his face light up as I recounted every detail.
He gave me a few challenges – like finding 5 new partners in one month, setting targets for getting my body count higher. He gets the most enjoyment out of those new experiences and hearing about them where I prefer repeat encounters, getting to know someone and increasing the comfort level. So we compromise and have a bit of both, balancing his hunger for novelty with my growing needs.
This all culminated in the extremely slutty year I had, escalating each month until I hit 21 new partners in the year and me having 4 different cocks (1 of them new) in the same night. Now, not only do I engage in the slutty behavior to make my husband happy, but I now enjoy it and look forward to it, a deep, eager hunger stirring inside me. Here’s to 2026, hopefully the year I experience a gang bang, a hotel party, more MFM threesomes, and continue to add to my growing body count. Ultimately working to get to his goal of 100 for me in the next couple of years.