The Making of a Slut Wife

I have often thought about how I became a sex starved wife and realized it was because of my high school sweetheart. I loved Harry and just knew we were going to be married, so I did everything I could to make him love me. You have read about the two parties our senior year in high school where I went topless and sucked him off in front of our friends. Well, let me tell you about the rest of the story.

We went off to two separate colleges in the same city about three hours from our hometown. He played football so I was there every weekend of home games. It was homecoming and after the game we were to go to his best friend, Steve, a senior, apartment for some drinks before dinner and the dance. It was a warm late October evening so I put on a long blue with white print halter dress, blue French cut panties and white heels. Harry picked me up and off to Steve’s we went. We had about three or four beers with Steve and his fiancé’ Jan, a beautiful redhead in the Reba mold, before we headed to the dance. Another two beers in the car and I was high as a kite when we arrived.

I don’t remember much about the meal but I do remember drinking 7 and 7’s all night long. Harry wasn’t much of a fast dancer but loved to slow dance, holding me close and kissing my neck as he squeezed by bum. I noticed his hard on seemed bigger that night and as we danced I reached down and felt it and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. That gave me a rush that made me so wet I wanted to lay him right there on the dance floor. They played three slow songs in a row and on each one Harry and I got more and more brave. First he would rub my ass, then he drew my dress and put his hands in my panties squeezing by cheeks as he kissed my neck. I put my left hand down his pants to play with his throbbing love muscle. I could feel his pre-cum so I knew he was getting as hot as I was. Every now and again he would cup my little titties in his hands and give a gentle squeeze to say, “it’s ok baby”.

Steve had invited five other couples over for some after dance drinks so at 12:15 we headed back to his place. In the back seat of Steve’s car Harry couldn’t keep his hands off of me. We kissed and I pulled out his cock and began to jerk him off as he unhooked my halter. Letting the top of my dress fall to my waist my breasts were exposed now and Harry began to kiss, lick and suck my nipples. I watched as Steve had trouble keeping his eyes on the road as he was glued to the rear view mirror. Jan noticed the show in the back seat too and scooted over to Steve and began to caress his tool as well. Once at the apartment Harry told me to keep my dress down as no one would see anything at this hour. So, with Harry’s arm over my shoulder playing with my right nipple we walked into the apartment.

Once inside there were three other couples already there and when they saw me standing in front of them topless, all eyes were glued on the itty bitty girl. Harry and I sat down on the love seat across from the couch where two of the couple sat and didn’t waste any time. He began to kiss me and rub my breasts. Steve brought us over each a beer and sat back down with Jan on the two bar stools by the breakfast bar. Harry was still working on my nipples when two more couples came in and sat on the couch to our left. By now I had had so much alcohol that I didn’t care what I was doing or who was watching. I was feeling pleasure! Harry pulled my dress up and began to rub my legs as he kissed my tits. All I could see were five couples on the edge of their seats watching the show in front of them.

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