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What a dirty and naughty girl I've become....
Kate who had been watching, said that she had phoned Dave and said I would be sleeping at her house tonight. She had told Dave that the girls had been round to her house for a few drinks after the club and that it was too late to set off for home. Apparently Dave had accepted what she had told him, I felt grateful to her.
Back at Kate's she showed me to the spare bedroom, I just crashed out, not even bothering to shower or get undressed. The next morning I felt like hell and could remember very little of the previous nights events.
When I went to take a shower I was shocked to see all the red marks on my body, plus my pussy seemed rather sore. I asked Kate what on earth had happened. She told me that one of the men had put a drug in my drink to make me relax, she then related the previous night's events.
To say I was horrified would be an understatement, how would I ever be able to face Dave again. At this point I burst into tears, Kate came over to comfort me, she said that I should be proud, that I was a very sexy woman, that most of the women couldn't do it as well as I had the first time, even she hadn't been able to get things going her first time like I had. I asked her if she really meant what she had said, or was she just trying to make me feel better. She assured me that she was telling me the truth and I gave the matter a good deal of thought on my way home.
When I arrived home Dave had got the kids off to school and then gone to work himself. This left me most of the day to compose myself and I thought the first thing I would do would be to languish in a nice hot bath.
As I lay soaking in the bath, I began to remember snippets of what had happened last night, plus the comments that Kate had made. A familiar tingling returned to the pit of my stomach and my nipples were rock hard. Almost without thinking I let one hand stray between my thighs, the other to my nipples. All the feelings of last night coursed through my body yet again as I pleasured myself to a shattering orgasm. I masturbated myself no less than six times before Dave came home that evening, I felt no guilt when he came in. After all, what had happened last night was a one off I told myself, I had been drugged and it certainly would not happen again.
However as the week progressed I was beginning to have my doubts, what happened that night seemed to have lit a fire in me that could not be extinguished. I was masturbating daily, I could not leave my tits and pussy alone. I also went into town and bought myself sexy underwear, short skirts and very revealing tops.
As dance night approached, I got more and more excited. I had arranged with Kate that I would get changed at her house. I couldn't let Dave see the type of clothes I would be going out in. Dave spoiled things slightly by announcing that he would collect me after that night. This meant I would have to change back into my other clothes in the ladies room, before Dave arrived. Kate's husband nearly fell off his chair as I came out of their bedroom, gone was my goody two shoes image. Instead I looked a real tart.
I had dressed in a wonder bra, which left my tits on open display, covered only by a transparent blouse, stockings, suspenders, tiny transparent knickers, plus a very short skirt, finished off with 3-inch heels. Kate whispered to me that I looked all women, and that the men would just love me in that get up, I said I hope so, and off we went.
Once inside the nightclub it didn't take long for the men to notice me, I had no shortage of offers to dance, which I readily accepted. The clothes gave me a new confidence, one that I did not have before. Gone was that dowdy old image of wife and mother. The new clothes were also making me feel incredibly sexy as well.
A black guy asked me to dance, once on the dance floor his hands were all over me. I made no effort to stop the groping, but encouraged it instead. He asked if I wanted to go outside to cool down. At this point, lust was again taking over my normal restraint.
I nodded my agreement and he took me behind the building, to a rubbish-strewn alleyway. I didn't even know this man's name, nor did I ask him. He wasted no time on niceties, but went straight for my tits. I too, wanted it this way, I wanted it to be sordid, without feeling, just plain raw sex. He pulled out his large black dick with a throbbing dark purple head and asked if I was on the pill. I lied and said yes, at which point he just lifted up my skirt, pulled my little panties to one side and plunged his cock deep inside me. He pushed me back against the alley wall, I wrapped my legs around him as he lifted me up and plunged ever deeper in me.
The whole thing was animalistic and it wasn't long before we were both near orgasm. I exploded as I felt him stiffen, as gush after gush of his sperm pumped into me.
After he had finished with me, I quickly cleaned myself up. As we went back inside, he said, "you really are a slut aren't you?" I smiled and nodded. Instead of feeling hurt by what this man had said, I knew it was true and that I had actually enjoyed feeling that way.
Once back inside the club it didn't take long for another guy to hit on me. It turned out that he had come with a group of friends and they had a van out in the parking lot. When he suggested we take a look at it, I didn't object, but I said if he wanted to fuck me why not just ask.
He looked shocked when I further suggested that he should ask his friends if they might like to join us. When we got outside to the van this guy simply spread a dirty old sheet in the back and we both climbed inside. He stripped me naked and began fucking me, while four of his friends queued up outside, watching us doing it.
It was while this was taking place that I noticed a car drive up and stop just two cars away. When the driver got out I froze, it was none other than my husband Dave, he had arrived to collect me from the dance. I very quickly got dressed, raced back inside and told Kate. I then went to the ladies to change into my drab old clothes. By the time I emerged from the ladies, Dave was waiting in the entrance for me. His prim and proper wife in her drab conservative clothes waved to her husband and gave him a quick kiss.
Over the next few weeks my newfound sexuality just seemed to take over my life. It was like a life force that I loved, yet could not control. I wanted sex constantly, not with my husband, but with complete strangers. I did not want any love or affection from it, just plain sex, the more sordid the surroundings, the more I liked it.
I was going out during the day trying to get picked up by men, flashing my panties in rough town center bars etc. I didn't say no to anyone who wanted me, age, appearance, color, didn't matter, quite simply I would have unprotected sex with anyone who wanted me. It didn't take me long to get a reputation as the town bike.
As you can imagine, the inevitable happened, I was well and truly pregnant. I managed to persuade Dave that it was his baby, that a condom must have failed. He never seemed to doubt this, although I had a worrying nine months wondering if the baby would be colored or not. Fortunately for us both, the baby was white, although who the father is I shall never know. After the baby was born, I persuaded Dave that from now on, the pill would be a safer form of contraception.
I lied though when I told Dave I was going on the pill. Even before the baby was six weeks old, I had resumed my life of wanton unprotected sex. The reality is, that when I make love to my husband I use a spermicide cream.
You see I want more children, I would like to become a constantly pregnant whore. I love the thrill of being made pregnant by a stranger, not knowing if the baby will be black, white, yellow or brown. However I don't want to have any more children by my husband.
I am not sure what the future will hold for me, nor do I care, I am only glad that my life has now taken the path it has.
