Here is my account about how my EX turned from loving girlfriend to dirty slut and started doing other men.
Her name was Mya and she was an attractive, short girl. Despite her lack of height, she had great legs, which you can see in her photos, and liked to show them off with short skirts. She loved wearing sexy underwear but dressed only to impress me (she claimed) and not other men. She had a beautiful shaved cunt that I never tired of fucking (see 2nd pic). We had met each other when we were both 18 when she was still a virgin. Our sex life was good and we experimented a lot and, despite me being unfaithful on a number of occasions, she never felt the urge to go with other men.
I asked her on several occasions if she ever wished she had fucked other men and she said that, although curious, I was enough for her and she had no complaints about our sex life.
Then, after being together for about 10 years, out of the blue her friend Anne reappeared on the scene. Anne had a bit of a reputation when she was younger and had slept with dozens of men (including me). She had moved out of town when she got married but had just split up with her husband and moved back to the area.
Mya and Anne became close again often going to bars and clubs together while I went out with my friends or stayed at home. Mya said that Anne would often tease her about having only fucked me and no other man. I had fucked Anne many years ago before I started dating Mya and she would also tease Mya about the size of my cock (it's not tiny but only about 5 inches when erect). Anne's opinion was that bigger was better but of course Mya didn't know anything other than mine.
Than one night it happened. I was out of town staying with a friend and Mya had gone out with Anne as was normal when I was away. I got back the next day and Mya was acting a little strange. I asked her several times if everything was ok before she finally broke down, started crying and confessed everything.
Anne and her had been at a club and two guys started chatting them up. They asked them to come back to their place and Mya naturally said "no way". Anne was really keen on one of the men but didn't want to go back alone with two men so she persuaded Mya to come back and just have a coffee with the other guy. Of course one thing led to another and she told me, through tears, that she had had sex with him.
I was devastated by this news! I couldn't believe that Mya could have done something like this to me. But I also felt strangely turn on by it all. I started to interrogate her about the night:
"Did you enjoy it?"
"No. Not really."
"What do you mean ‘not really'? Did you enjoy it or not?"
"Yes, I enjoyed it."
"What did you do?"
"We had sex."
"How many times?"
"Did you suck his cock"
"Yes I sucked his cock"
"Was he bigger than me?"
"How much bigger?"
"A couple of inches. And thick"
"Thicker than me?"
"Did you cum?"
"Of course!" (she was very orgasmic)
"How many times?"
"Five, maybe six"
"You're a slut!"
"I know. I'm so sorry. I feel like a whore"
Strangely I found myself being extremely turned on by all of this. The thought of Mya being fucked by another guy was so erotic. My cock was rock hard.
"I want to fuck you now" I said.
"I want to fuck you right now."
"You forgive me?"
"I didn't say that. I said I wanted to fuck you."
We kissed and headed to the bedroom where she started to remove her clothes.
"I want you to wear exactly what you wore last night."
"Are you mad?"
"Just fucking do it!"
She finished getting undressed and started looking around for her clothes from last night.
"You want me to wear the same underwear as well?" she asked.
I watched as she got dressed. First the lacy pair of white panties that she fished out of the washing machine. Then a white, silky push-up bra. Then a sheer black pair of tights (pantyhose) which she had discarded on the floor, a little black mini-skirt and a pink top. She looked so fucking sexy.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Come here you fucking slut. I want to fuck your brains out."
As I removed her panties I was sure I could feel the crustiness of another mans cum on the crotch. We had the best sex we ever had. I was fucking her roughly from behind calling her a dirty slut and a whore.
Afterwards she confessed that she had loved that. That she loved feeling like a slut. I also confessed that it turned me on to imagine her fucking someone else. Our sex life was fantastic for the next week. She also confessed to me that she really liked the feeling of having a bigger cock than mine and this was such a huge turn-on for her.
The next weekend arrived. Anne called Mya and asked if she was coming out again on Saturday night. Mya had initially refused the invitation saying that she wanted to spend time with me instead.
"I don't mind if you go out with Anne." I said.
"You trust me?"
"Of course not. But if you want to fuck other men I don't have a problem with it."
"That was a one off! It won't happen again."
"I want it to happen again."
"I don't mind if you fuck other men. It turns me on."
"Look just go out with Anne and see what happens. I don't mind."
"Ok, but nothing is going to happen. I promise."
I watched her getting dressed to go out. Black push-up bra, silky black panties and glossy sheer tights, mini-skirt and tight top. She looked great.
I sat at home waiting for her to come home. Normally she would be back at 1.00 AM. 1.00 AM came and went and still no sign of her. I tried to relax but my heart was racing. It was a mixture of worry, fear and anticipation. At around 5.00 AM, I heard a key in the door. Mya had arrived home. She was so drunk that she could hardly walk. The first thing I noticed was a large rip down the leg of her tights.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked.
"I'm drunk, I'll tell you in the morning."
"I want to know now! Have you been a dirty whore again?"
"Er, I suppose I have."
"You fucked another guy?"
"You fucking slut!"
"I know. Sorry." But she didn't look sorry.
"Don't apologize. It turns me on."
I started kissing her. My hand went up her skirt and under her tights. The crotch of her panties was wet and sticky. I undressed her and felt her cunt. It was dripping wet with another man's cum. I knew I shouldn't do it but I fucked her anyway inside her sodden, sloppy, wet cunt. It was the best sex I ever had. The feel of her cunt was unbelievable knowing that another man had cum inside only an hour or so before I fucked her.
She woke up in the morning with a bad hangover.
"I'm so sorry" was the first thing she said.
"Don't be sorry. It was the best sex I ever had"
"Really? I feel like such a slut"
"You are a slut and I think you like being a slut"
"I do like being a slut. I never thought it was possible that I could be such a whore but I get such a thrill fucking other guys"
"And so do I thinking about you being with other men. Tell me about last night"
"It was a little disappointing to be honest" she said.
"What do you mean?"
"His cock was a bit small. It didn't really do it for me" (It's a true story. Not all the men have huge dicks!)
"Smaller than mine?"
"Yeah, much smaller and thinner. I couldn't cum with it but he was very good at oral"
"That made you cum?"
"Did you suck his dick"
"Of course I did but to be honest it's not much fun sucking on such a small cock"
"I think you like them big!"
"Um, I suppose I do. It was a bit of a let down when I felt his dick. Anne was right! Bigger is better"
A few weeks passed without much eventful happening apart from having great sex every time I imagined her fucking those other men. She had gone out with Anne a couple of times but always came home when I expected her to and insisted that her "slut" days were over.
One night I finally plucked up the courage to confess that I wanted to watch her being fucked by another man.
"You really want to watch?" she replied.
"Only if you're comfortable with it". I said.
"I'm not sure. This is all a bit strange"
"I know but our sex life is great at the moment. This would be the icing on the cake"
"Maybe" she said. "But no promises"
The following weekend she had arranged to go out with Anne again.
"So are you going to be a slut again?" I asked.
"I'm just going out for a drink" She replied
"I want you to dress like a slut tonight and see what happens. Wear your sexiest clothes"
"I'll do it but only because I want dress for you"
I watched her getting ready to go out. She took a shower, shaved her cunt and looked out her outfit. A black thong, matching bra (a set which I had bought her for Christmas) and, to my surprise, a pair of stockings and a suspender belt.
"Where did you get that?" I asked?
Mya always wore tights as she liked to wear shorter skirts and stockings weren't so practical so I was naturally curious.
"I borrowed it from Anne. It was supposed to be a surprise for you"
"You look so fucking sexy! I want to fuck you right now"
"I've just had a shower but I'll give you a blow-job instead. My cunt may need to be saved for tonight. Just kidding!"
She gave me probably gave me the best blow-job of my life before pulling on a pale blue dress (longer than her normal short skirts as he was wearing stockings and not tights) and heading out to meet Anne.
"I won't wait up" I joked.
"Nothing is going to happen" she said. "I'll fuck you when I get home." She knew damn well what she was doing to me.
She kissed me and left to catch a taxi.
That evening is ingrained into my mind. I remember every little detail. I remember the emotions going through my head, the anticipation of waiting up for Mya, the thought of her going out dressed in stocking and suspenders.
Around 1.00 AM I got a phone call. It was Mya.
"I've met someone" she said.
"What do you mean?|" I was momentarily taken aback.
"I've met somebody. I want to fuck him. Can I bring him back?"
"Fuck. I don't know. This is weird"
"Can I bring him back or not?"
"Er, yes I suppose so"
"If you're not sure then I won't"
"Ok then. What shall I do?" I asked.
"Just go upstairs. I'll stay downstairs"
My mind was racing. My cock was rock hard. Mya had gone from my beautiful, faithful girlfriend to a cock-hungry slut in the space of a few weeks.
About 30 minutes later I heard the door opening. I heard Mya's voice followed by that of a man. She hadn't been joking about brining another guy home.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard Mya moaning softly. A few minutes later I heard her gasping. She was obviously being fucked. Mya, although great in bed, was normally fairly quiet when I was fucking her. But this was different. She was much noisier than normal and clearly enjoying every minute of being fucked by this guy.
I plucked up some courage and crept downstairs. Mya had left the living room door open. I could see both of them clearly. Mya was on all fours with only her stockings and suspenders on being fucked from behind by this guy. That was, without a doubt, the most erotic image I had ever seen in my life. Her face was contorted in ecstasy and I could tell she was approaching orgasm. She came noisily and I could swear he she looked up at me and smiled as she finished cumming.
After watching for a bit I went back to bed where I could still hear both of them fucking away. About an hour later the noise died down and shortly afterwards I heard the front door open. He had left.
Mya came upstairs still dressed in only the stocking and suspenders.
"Enjoy yourself?" I asked.
"Yes. He was fucking great"
"Better than me?"
"Can I be honest?"
"He was better than you. I've never cum like that in my life. He was great"
"How was his cock?"
"Fucking huge! He had had a massive dick. It was wonderful. I could hardly get my mouth round it"
"Did you cum?"
"You know I did. I saw you watching..."
I kissed her then felt the wetness of her cunt. That familiar stickiness was there again. She was dripping. As I kissed her I could smell the other guy's musky smell all over her. It was such a turn on. I entered her but could hardly feel a thing. She had been stretched by his huge cock and was lubricated with his cum. We fucked for about an hour afterwards and all I could think of was the look on her face when that other guy brought her to orgasm. What a night!
There were a few other incidents after these ones. She fucked three other men, coming home one time without her tights and panties. "I left them as a souvenir". I got to fuck Anne and I had a threesome with Mya with my best friend.
But I think this story has gone on long enough! Maybe I'll write about those at a later date. Mya and I split up about a year later but we are still good friends and both happily married to other people now. Occasionally I remind her of her slut days and the mad time we had. I still have many of her pictures too which she knows about and 'likes' me having. She loves knowing how I feel when I see them. How I remember just a few years ago how she was. Neither of our spouses are into what we did but hopefully one day. She doesn't regret it and neither do I. She never did wear the stockings again though!