Taken or given? Part 6

My wife finally confesses her slutty past and how it got gripped her and got out of control.

After we had drained the tub and Sam was comfortably ensconced in her fluffy robe, we continued our conversation.

"Do you remember what I told you my reason was for breaking up with you after High School?" She asked me.

"Yes, you said you thought we needed to concentrate on our studies and wouldn't have time for a serious relationship. That always seemed a bit thin to me."

"Yes, that was only one reason, honestly. I was also feeling a little ignored by you because of all your studying, which I understood because of your heavy class load. But the biggest reason was because you were my first, and I wondered if maybe I had settled too quickly. Maybe I should have dated more. And I was curious."

"About what?" I asked.

"Having sex with other men. What that would be like."

"As in better, or just different?"

"Some of both, I suppose. And in college I figured there wouldn't be a shortage of potential candidates, but I wasn't really sure how to pick from them. It turned out I didn't have to look that far. Remember when Derek invited me to that toga party his brother Kurt was throwing while their parents were out of town?"

"Yeah, I was a little pissed that I wasn't invited either. I think that was about the time I realized we weren't even going to be dating casually anymore."

"Sorry about that, but I had nothing to do with you not being invited. That was all Derek and his brother. Anyway, when I got there I found the rules were that everyone had to wear a toga, and nothing else. I was a little nervous being around a bunch of people I didn't know, or at least not well, wearing nothing but a fancy sheet. But I was excited as well."

"I know Derek and his older brother were there, but who else?" I asked.

"There was Derek's friend Brad Smith, and his girlfriend Sue White. And two of Kurt's friends and another chick that was one of their girlfriends. I didn't know them at all."

"I remember Brad and Sue from High School, but I didn't know they were together."

"I didn't until then either. Anyway, as expected, everybody was drinking except for me since I didn't like alcohol in those days. Then Kurt broke out some sangria for me to try, and I found I could tolerate it."

"After everybody was sufficiently buzzed, a game of truth or dare was started. We all played except for Kurt's friend's girlfriend because she was too out of it. He said she had taken something before coming to the party and the alcohol was not mixing well with it."

"Like most truth or dare games, everybody started with truth, and the usual questions were asked, like body count (how many people you've had sex with), oral or not, etc. The first few dares were also pretty tame, like kiss so and so for 30 seconds, etc. But when the dares got more spicy, Sue and I switched back to truth."

"But the guys found ways to turn those into dares. For example, they asked Sue what her cup size was, and when she said 'C', they said 'prove it.' She hadn't worn a bra there, so after a little arguing, she ended up showing them her breasts. For my next truth, they asked me if my bush was the same color as the hair on my head. I said 'yes', and of course they wanted me to prove it. So I did."

"We tried to get our revenge by asking they guys how long their cocks were and making them prove it. But they didn't care. In fact I think they wanted us to do that so they could show us their equipment. For Sue's next dare she had to dance naked with Derek for a minute. Brad seemed pretty cool with it, so I think they had done something like this before."

"My next dare was to take a shower with Kurt and his friend that had come stag. That was the first time I'd heard it clearly."

"Heard what?" I asked.

"The voice. I call it my inner slut."

"Really? What did it say?"

"I was going to say no, but then it said, 'that sounds like fun - go for it', and my pussy throbbed. So I said, 'OK, boys, lead the way'. The three of us went into the downstairs bathroom, but the guys wouldn't allow the others to come in and watch us. Kurt got the water going and then we got naked. They pretended to wash me, but it was just an excuse to feel me up."

"But I didn't mind; in fact I liked it and returned the favor. They both had nice cocks, not especially large or small, but I enjoyed jacking them. Then they turned things up and starting fingering me and sucking my nipples. When the hot water ran out we toweled off, but instead of getting dressed, they led me into Kurt's bedroom which was just across the hall."

"When I realized what they were after, the voice said, 'yes, yes'. Kurt pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His friend was squeezing my ass and trying to get his hand between my legs. I ended up on the bed sideways with them both taking me."

"So they spit-roasted you." I said.

"Yes. Kurt was in my pussy while I sucked on his friend's cock. After Kurt came, they switched places. After his friend was finished, Kurt was ready to go again and he fucked me missionary. When we returned to the party it was pretty much over. Brad and Sue were fucking on the couch in the living room. We found Derek in the kitchen. He told us Kurt's other friend and his girlfriend had left; apparently she had puked."

"I got dressed and left after that, but I went back the next day to help Derek cleanup before his parents returned. Derek thought it would be fun to do the cleaning while wearing a toga. I knew where that might lead, but the voice convinced me. By the time we finished, I had given him a blowjob and fucked him twice."

"Wow!" I said. "I knew that party was kind of wild, but I had no idea."

"Yeah, I was kind of shocked at what I had done too. I had wanted to date a few guys and maybe sleep with one or two, but that party was way beyond that. I blamed it on the sangria."

"What about the next day with Derek?" I asked.

"I felt sorry he didn't get laid at the party. I knew he had a thing for me, so..."

"So it was a pity-fuck?"

"No, more like I was making it up to him. He had invited me to the party, but I ended up with his brother instead, which was kind of a shitty thing to happen. And I was attracted to him, so I wanted to see if there was some fire there. We hooked up a few times after that, but nothing really developed."

"The last time I was with him, though, was another turning point for me. We went to this move together called 'Kentucky Fried Movie'. Have you ever seen it?"

"Yes. It's basically soft-core porn with a hard-R rating. Lots of nudity and implicit sex. Nothing explicit, but still raunchy as hell."

"That's the one. Well, we ran into one of Derek's friends there, Steve. He was there alone, so it sat with us, Derek on one side of me and Steve on the other. By the end of the movie we were all worked up and horny, so when Steve invited us over to his place, I agreed before I even thought about it."

"The voice again?" I asked.

"Yeah. When we got to his apartment, Steve showed me a card deck that had naked women on the back. He said it was his strip-poker deck and asked if I wanted to play a game with them. You know what the voice said. We had only played a couple of hands when Steve's roommate came home. I had lost my once, and I did the trick of removing my bra from under my shirt and Steve had lost his shirt."

"So he introduced his roommate as Rick and invited him to join us. No fool, he accepted. I was almost dripping at the thought of having 3 cocks to play with."

"Steve was the first one naked. By that time I was down to my underwear, Derek was shirtless, and Rick only had his underwear. On the next hand, I lost, so I quickly removed my last piece of clothing and joined Steve who was laying face down on the floor, hiding his dick I think. His modesty was kind of cute."

"While Derek and Rick tried to decide if they wanted to continue playing or just strip off and join us, I sat on Steve's ass and started licking his back. I don't know why. Maybe just because it was a hot thing to do. The other two had stopped talking and were watching us by this time."

"Then Steve said he wanted to roll over. I lifted my hips and said 'go ahead'. He did and I leaned down to kiss him while I ground my pussy against his erection. I could feel him trying to find the right angle to thrust inside me, so I sat up and guided him inside. He was just normal sized, but it was a new cock, so it was still really exciting. Especially with an audience."

"Rick had his underwear off now and came over to kiss me and play with my tits. I played with his cock and even sucked on it a bit. Steve came pretty quickly and I slid off him onto my back. Rick mounted then and fucked me hard and fast. He came a little after I did."

"That's when I noticed that Derek was sitting on the couch still in his underwear. I felt a little sorry for him again, so I crawled up between his legs and tugged his underwear down. He was still soft. I tried to get him hard with my mouth, but couldn't. That's when I realized he had some sort of performance anxiety."

"I eventually gave up, not wanting to embarrass him further, and he said he had to go to the bathroom. Rick was hard again and took Derek's place. While I was sucking his cock, Steve came up behind me and took me doggy style. They had staying power now and after about 5 minutes I had another orgasm."

"Then Rick laid on the couch and had me mount him. While I was leaned over to let Rick lick and suck on my breasts, Steve put some hand lotion on his fingers and was fingering my ass. We had done anal a couple of times before, so when I saw him lubing up his cock, I had an idea what was coming up next."

"I wasn't afraid at all of being double penetrated. In fact, I was looking forward to it. Lucky for me, Steve went slow and there was little pain. After that it was all pleasure. More than I had ever felt before. It was too much all at once, and at the same time I didn't want it to ever end. I must have cum 3 times before they both squirted inside me."

"I was exhausted and temporarily satisfied afterwords, and had forgotten all about Derek. When I finally regained my senses, I realized he had already left. I don't know how he got home since I had driven us there. I guess he walked since it was only about a mile from his place. I saw him around after that, but we never dated or hooked up after that."

"Steve and Rick must have told their friends about what happened because I started getting attention from guys at school that had largely ignored me before. But they weren't my type: cocky and arrogant. So I turned them down. About that time a girl I had in several classes told me she lost her roommate and was looking for someone to share the rent with. I was driving cab at the airport part-time then and had money, so I moved in with her."

"She had a reputation as a party-girl, which reinforced my reputation as one too. At the time I didn't mind because it did get me invited to social events I normally didn't. Some of those got a pretty risque, but nothing beyond a little nudity and blow-job competitions. Still, I did get used to letting the slut make all my decisions for me."

"For example, when I worked shifts at the airport, we had to wait in line for fares. At night there would be gaps between the flights and we would often sleep in our cars. I had a station wagon and kept a sleeping bag in the back. Sometimes I would get too hot and would slip out of my clothes while I was using it."

"One night this cute guy name Mike asked if he could nap in the back of my car with me because his was so cramped. It was one of those chilly nights so I was in my sleeping bag naked. I still thought nothing of telling him 'OK'."

"After a while he said he was cold and asked if there was room for him in the bag. I said there was, but I was naked. He said, 'No problem' and quickly stripped. So I unzipped it and welcomed him in. Not long after that he was on top of me thrusting like an animal."

"When he was done, he thanked me, gave me a sloppy kiss, and left. He must have told the others in line what happened, because soon after, the back hatch was opened. It was an older man named Ahmed. He was probably around my dad's age, with a small pot belly and a longish beard."

"He didn't say a word; just got in back with me and flopped open the sleeping bag which I hadn't zipped back up. As he looked down on my nude body, he pulled his dick out of his pants. He stroked it a couple of times, while he squeezed my tits. When he was hard, he climbed on top of me and pushed it in."

"He lasted quite a long time, maybe 10 or 15 minutes and gave me a nice orgasm. Unlike Mike, he didn't say anything or even kiss me. He just wiped his cock off on my sleeping bag and left. Another guy, I forget his name, did basically the same thing about a half hour later, although he only lasted a minute or two."

"So they basically pulled a train on you." I observed.

"Yes. But the weird part is, it not only didn't bother me, but I enjoyed it. I was in full slut mode, even though I didn't think about it that way at the time."

To be continued.