It's absolutely true that I'm no angel. But I really am the vanilla, conservative, shy, respectable wife. At least I am that most of the time...

Perhaps it's more common than I'm aware of, something that many women (perhaps men, too) will experience, but something about my biological wiring means that there's a tipping point - a point of no return - where lovemaking turns to satisfy an addiction, a craving for another hit of dopamine, oxytocin and endorphins naturally released during orgasm. It's that craving that crushes inhibitions and logical thinking under a dominant spiked heel and drives the animal lust to fuck and be fucked.

When I feel that change happing I become aware of a change of behaviours. But the depth of change is influenced by the behaviours of others, too: If my companions continue gentle lovemaking, I do too but with more intensity and enthusiasm to provide deeper, stronger pleasures for others so that they satisfy my need for deeper satisfaction in return. But if my companions change their game and respond to my lust, I reciprocate in a cascade of action and reaction as we drive each other further and faster. Endorphins become important as lust escalates and actions become rougher and more sexually painful - deeper, harder thrusts; stronger gripping and pulling; even playful biting... But not as far as SM practices (at least, not yet...)

The first encounter with Iain was a great example - and the seed of my motivation for revenge today.  Agnes had boasted about his sexual strength and the pleasures from his long tool. She teased me with pictures of his proud erection - long, thick, veiny and mouthwateringly tipped with pre-cum. Dave's inherited manhood was modest by comparison, although in marriage he had used this with satisfying skill.

When Dave invited Iain to photograph our lovemaking I remember Iain arrived on our doorstep with an appreciable bulge, clearly having thought through what he was planning to do to me. I could sense Dave's tension, having to work hard with mouth and hands to get him to an erection. In my ignorance at the time I put it down to nervousness about exposing himself and our behaviours to Iain - and the potential consequences of loose tongues. In hindsight I think he knew exactly what Iain was going to do (in payback for a debt? a dare? a bet for bragging rights?).

I was a little tipsy and relatively relaxed, but at the same time horny with the thought that Iain was right behind me snapping away with the camera as I blew Dave, kneeling over him in a black basque with red silk trim, black sheer stockings and wa whisp of a black lace thong. And that thong, I have to admit, was pretty soaked as I drooled over Dave's tasty cock and thought of those pictures of Iain that Agnes had revealed.

When I first felt the thong swiftly pulled to the side and that large, hot cock head probe my wet cunt lips my mind was in turmoil: In shock I gasped, stopped sucking and looked up at at Dave wide-eyed. He looked genuinely worried. Before I could move Iain's full length drove deep into my soaking cunt, triggering a cascade of sensations like a bloom of fireworks. My reaction was a guttural grunt - the tipping point was passed in an instant as my body and hormones responded. My legs turned to jelly in an instant orgasm, my cunt filled and stretched beyond anything I've felt before. Iain began slamming into me without mercy. He was there to fuck me. He wanted nothing else but to take my married cunt from Dave as an alpha male and breed me. 

I could have reacted differently. I could have screamed and kicked and fought. But I didn't. It wasn't that I was so overwhelmed by intense feelings that stopped me. Quite the opposite. I looked at Dave. His face - scared, jealous (he never made me grunt like that), angry at being crushed into subservience. That was something I'd ever seen before. He was vulnerable. I could choose to be a victim or be in control. I decided to take control - to reinforce Dave's mistake in allowing this to happen. I smiled. Not a happy smile, an evil 'I thought this might happen - and I'm really enjoying this' taunting grin. I'm sure my face was a picture of ecstacy. My husband had put me in this situation and I was going to make the most of it - he was going to pay!

When he saw my reaction, Dave pulled away and retreated to a chair in the corner of the room. I don't know if he could bear to watch. His wife was being violently raped by a friend - a rough, bareback fuck pinned across the bed. Iain was slamming into my cunt so hard that my 36DD tits fell out of the basque and swung free with each thrust as I leaned forward onto the bed, propped on elbows. And Dave could see that I was enjoying this. My nipples were rock hard and erect, feeling like they were on fire. He could hear the wet slosh of cunt juices. This was something Dave had never seen before. He clearly did not think his wife could behave this way and tolerate this violent sexual onslaught. 

But I was. There's a pre-marital Jo that Dave has no knowledge of.

Iain exploded inside me, hot thick cum erupting and filling my cunt as he slammed in harder and deeper again and again, pausing briefly and grasping my hips to hold me still. My cunt responded, gripping him hard, pulsing in orgasm, milking him dry. When he let go and pulled out I fell forward onto the bed, delirious with the long tail of the orgasmic high, cunt still spasming, arms and legs weak and uncontrolled. Exhausted. Spent. I looked back over my shoulder across the room at Dave and grinned.  Iain pulled up his trousers, buckled and zipped up and left the room. I heard the front door slam and his car engine as he drove away.

Dave left the room without a word. There were tears in his eyes. 

My husband had known that I wouldn't agree to be shared with another man (he didn't know about Agnes and I). I'd always refused, but he'd persisted. And when he couldn't get his way he'd decided to pimp me out. He'd arranged for this trusted friend to rape me just so he could watch his wife being a slut fucked by someone else.

I'd played hard-to-persuade for weeks to allow him to invite Iain over. I acted innocently, but thought it was likely that his arrangement would include Iain fucking me. But having seen the pictures Agnes showed me I got secretly quite horny about the possibility.

Now it was done. I'd been fucked - and Dave had lost control. He'd lost his conservative, shy, respectful wife.

Remember, that first encounter with Iain was after I'd discovered (with Iain and Agnes' help) that Dave had been exposing me - our private pictures - to friends. Allowing Iain to fuck me was part of the payback for doing that.

There have been a couple of other men since that night with Iain. Each time I played hard-to-get, made Dave work to 'persuade' me into another threesome encounter. On those occasions Dave tried hard to be an equal player, tried to join in and contribute. And  each time, I cucked him. He always ended up as the sub underneath me as I was fucked over his face, or on the side-lines taking pictures and commenting, perhaps groping me while the other man had is way with me.  I was in control. I was choreographing each encounter to ensure he was excluded as much as possible. He seemed to have wanted a 'shared wife', a 'hot wife'. But instead he got a whore.

The final straw was finding how far and wide I'd been uncontrollably exposed on the internet. He'd neglected to hide my identity from everyone across the globe that found galleries of pictures he'd posted. I've used that as licence to strike out on my own without Dave's knowlege or need for approval. I'm enjoying a free sexual lifestyle, expressing myself and enjoying experiences that I've only fantasised about and jilled off to in the past.

I've turned that into a business venture. I sell my body, renting it out to be groped and fucked for profit. I love my job and it pays very well!

And I have so many plans to explore new things... and revisit some things from the past that were long-buried under the responsibilities of marriage and motherhood.

My body. My freedom. My choice. My terms.

 

Jo x