Jeremy was a beautiful man. He was a tall, muscular guy with bushy, dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. He was from Oklahoma, and he had the cutest hillbilly accent you ever want to hear.
My name is Chrissy Cox, and I made my husband a useless cuck. It all started when I was very young. I used to love being the center of attention when I was a little girl. I would sing and dance in public places making a spectacle of myself. Then in high school, it wasn’t always okay to act out. But I missed it. I missed the attention. I missed my audience's adoration, so I started doing things that got me attention that was supposed to be unintended.
I would wear sheer tops without a camisole or bra, so my nipples were slightly visible. Sometimes, I would pull my shorts up so my bottom would peek out the back, or my pussy formed a camel toe. The boys loved it, and the girls reviled me for it. They were jealous of the attention that I was getting.
The names that the girls called me were cruel. Some called me a slut. Some called me a slob. But the name I liked the most was “Bimbo.” The word always brought Marilyn Monroe and Amy Winehouse to mind. I felt like it was a glamorous moniker. Unfortunately, that was the name that really upset my mom the most. She hated that word and I often wondered why being a Bimbo was worse than being a slut. I never did ask.
Anyway, When I went away to college, I became bolder, and I reveled in the hungry, lustful stares that I received. Even some of my college professors enjoyed gawking at my peekaboo antics. And despite my bimbo appearance and ditzy blonde act, I was able to maintain my virginity. Then I met Jeremy and the real beginning of my becoming a cock hungry slut.
Jeremy was a beautiful man. He was a tall, muscular guy with bushy, dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. He was from Oklahoma, and he had the cutest hillbilly accent you ever want to hear. I was in love the minute I heard him speak in my humanities class.
We dated for a while and on our third date, I gave him my flower, and it wasn’t that great. But I loved the man and we continued to go out and, eventually, the sex got better. I was actually enjoying it. I even looked forward to it sometimes. Especially when I had a lot of attention from my slutty outfits I got a charge, like from foreplay, when I could sense the lust some of the men who looked at me felt.
As things got more serious, Jeremy asked me to tone down my wardrobe and makeup, so men wouldn’t pay so much attention to me. But I explained to him that I dressed the way I did and wore such perfect makeup so that I could stick out and be noticed. I told him that he would not have given me a second glance if I were dressed in jeans and a baggy hoodie like all the other girls on campus.
After that he realized that he enjoyed watching men lust over me because I was his and his alone. I don’t like to say this, but he thought of me as a possession, not as a person. I was like a shiny, exotic sports car to him, and I liked it that way.
Okay, now you know how it started. My life would have been a relatively vanilla life that was spiced up by my questionable taste in clothing and my husband encouraging me to tease men. And life was exactly that in my junior year of college. Then during the spring break, I was put into a situation that changed my life.
Jeremy got a gig doing the sound systems at a beach bar and they offered him cash and a bedroom in this beach house that was right there on the beach. I mean it was like the most fantastic thing ever. So, we packed up and went to Daytona Beach for spring break.
That’s where it all started. The beach house that we got was amazing, but we shared it with this girl, Jessica, who was there on spring break from college and another couple, Rita and Ted. It was great. Jeremy would go to work in the afternoon and during the day, we would go to the beach, smoke weed, and I got my fill of men ogling me in my short shorts and bikini's. Jeremy liked it too. Sometimes, he got so aroused when I teased the men on the beach and in the bars that he railed me so furiously that he actually grunted, and his face got all twisted up and sweaty when we were doing it and it seemed like he came a lot more.
It wasn’t all champagne and roses. Rita, one of the housemates, didn’t like the way I dressed because Ted, her old man, always looked at me like he was about to ravage me. I didn’t discourage him either. In fact, I got into the habit of letting my nipples peek out of my bikini. Sometimes, my pussy would be exposed when my bottoms got twisted, and I always pinched my nipples stiff whenever they were home, so me walking around the house was basically a visit to the strip club for the guy.
Jessica thought it was funny, and one day we were smoking a bowl together and she said, “Your boyfriend really gets off when you tease guys. Is that his thing?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I put the little pipe to my lips and took a big rip off it, holding in my hit as I handed it back to her wordlessly.
She continued. “He doesn’t look at me or Rita. He’s like, checking out Ted checking you out.”, she said before taking a hit off the pipe and handing it back to me.
I gave her my best, I know; right look, and instead of hitting the pipe, I let what she had just said sink in. “Jeremy doesn’t check out other girls?”, I asked her. I took a small drag off the pipe and didn’t hold it in. Instead, I exhaled, waving away the smoke. “What about at the clubs or on the beach? Did you notice it out there too, or is it just in here with you guys?”
She looked away embarrassed. “Last night at the club he was practically rubbing one out watching guys hit on you. I mean, like, I ducked into his sound booth, and I was right there in my bikini up against him and I was high as fuck and horny and he practically forgot I was there. I think he might be a creeper-peeper.”
“A creeper-peeper?” I asked.
“You know. A guy who can’t get it up unless he watches someone else. Has it always been like this for you?”
“No.” I said. “In fact, when we first started dating, he didn’t want me to be so provocative. I’m the one who likes to tease guys. I love the attention. Teasing was fine, he said, but I don’t think he could handle more than that... he likes knowing other guys want me but can't have me.”
Jessica pursed her lips and looked sideways before putting the pipe to her lips. She took a drag and held it while holding the pipe out to me. While I took a hit, she exhaled a cloud of perfumed smoke and said, “Maybe he’s a voyeur and this vacation is pushing him to the next level.”
I thought I knew what she was talking about, but I didn’t want to believe it. “Next level? What do you mean?”
“Maybe he wants to watch you get it on with another guy before he fucks you.”
The way she said it. It was so clinical that I couldn’t just dismiss it as a cannabis clouded philosophical question that you come up with when you’re totally baked. I wasn’t high enough to deal with a concept like this with a girl I’d known for only four days. I wasn’t angry. In fact, I was kind of curious.
Jessica interrupted my introspection. “I’m going to check out the shops on the boardwalk. You want to come?”
“Nah, I’m kind of baked. I’m going to crawl into bed and see if I can wake up Jeremy.” I laughed and went into our bedroom as she left.
I found Jeremy asleep on the bed, so I stripped and cuddled up to him while considering what Jessica said. I felt a pang of guilt because, maybe, I had turned my wonderful, rugged, country hillbilly into a creeper peeper. The thought of him watching me tease men sent a heat bloom through my pussy and I put my thigh over his body to rub it against his hard muscles.
He woke up from my movements and said, “Hey baby. Feeling lonely?” He smiled and his pretty blue eyes sparkled while he rubbed my bottom.
He was still half asleep, so I cooed in his ear, “I was just thinking of this guy I teased mercilessly last night. He was so horny when I left the club and I never even talked to him. I was tempted to crawl into your little sound booth and get some weenie before coming home.” I giggled and rubbed my pussy against him harder.
Jeremy kissed me and held me closer so I could feel his hard dick. “What would you do if Ted accidentally saw us fucking? Would that turn you on? Would you stop?”, he asked while sliding his finger into my bottom.
“You dirty birdie.”, I said as I freed his engorged cock from his boxers. I went down on him and in moments he had me on my back making furious, hungry love to me and he drove his pelvis into my pussy and moved is hips around while he grunted. He never grunted or fucked me like this and it made me come with an orgasm that seemed to last forever. I locked my ankles behind him and screamed while he continued to pound into me for a few minutes before he stiffened up, deep inside of me signaling his finally emptying his balls into my insides.
He rolled off me and wordlessly fell asleep, but my climax continued for a few minutes while I lay beside him. So, I snuggled up to him and fell asleep.
I had never had an orgasm like this before, not even when I masturbated. Was it because of the fantasy, I wondered. Or was it because Jeremmy had fucked me so hard. Either way, he never fucked me this hard before. That whole thing about someone watching us, watching me, having sex is what flipped that magic switch that turned my boyfriend into a stud muffin.
I was awakened by Jeremy’s getting up to get ready for work. The sun was still up and the couple, Rita and Ted, were home watching the tube before the various parties formed in town at the six clubs down the boulevard.
He was climbing into the shower, and I decided to join him to get my back scrubbed and to let him rub out any knots that he may or may not still have to rub out. “Wanna wash my back?” I asked playfully as I handed him the washcloth.
I turned my back to him and lifted my hair away, so he could soap up my back. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his strong, hairy torso and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my bottom as he soaped up my breasts and kissed my neck.
I really loved this. We were not actually fucking. Instead, he slipped his hard cock between the back of my thighs, and he just rubbed one out using the gap between my chubby thighs while he kissed and held me tight. I totally loved this because he was so happy after, even when he was pissed off, he was happy underneath, plus I loved being held by his strong, hairy arms.
We finished up in the shower and, back in our room, I plopped down onto the lumpy mattress. “Babe, how would you like to hide in that closet tonight and watch me fuck some random dude tonight?” I said half joking. I giggled and opened my legs to give him a clear look at my pussy before I covered it with my hand to rub my swelling clitty.
I could see I struck a nerve because his cock got almost instantly hard making his undershorts bulge, but he continued to get dressed, taking care to adjust himself to fit into his work pants. “Maybe Tom will get his old lady drunk and I’ll be away doing sound work at the bar.” He grinned. “What time do those two roll in to call it a night?”
I could feel my pussy heat up and I closed my legs to rub my thighs together. “Umm, they're early birds. Rita’s usually in bed by eleven.”
“Maybe I can take a break at about midnight and sneak back in here. We leave the day after tomorrow, so we’ll never see them again. Do you really want to fuck someone while I watch?”
I felt like I was standing on shaky ground. On one hand, Jeremy might have become a creeper and on the other hand, he might have been just making a joke. After all, just last year he wanted me to be a dreary Dora and dump my Bimbo persona. Plus, I didn’t know how I felt about actually letting one of the lecherous men who ogled me fuck me. I decided to toss the ball back into his court. “I Love you Jeremy and if you want to watch me getting it on, then I will. You're my man and I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make you happy.”
He gave me a self-satisfied smile as he buckled his belt. “I’ll see you at eleven.”
So, the evening went by with no real drama until the happy couple got home. Rita was pissed off as always and Ted was cowed down from her complaining. I laid down on the Livingroom floor and pretended to read with my bikini bottoms bunched to one side, revealing my ass and pussy for Ted to gawk at when they sat down to eat their takeout.
Rita huffed in disgust, not hiding her displeasure. “Your cunts showing, do you need to borrow my shorts?”
I giggled and dry humped the floor, which only made my ass jiggle for them. I got up to grab a towel to cover my bottom and went back to my book turning a page without looking at them and pretending to read.
Rita huffed again, stood and stepped over me. “I’m going to take a shower before we go to bed.”
I heard the door to the bathroom slam, and I flipped over, with knees up and legs open. I smiled and winked at Ted. “Jeremy won't be home till four. You want to have a quickie before you go to bed?” I looked down to his lap and his cock was noticeably erect in his swimming trunks. So, I got up and put out my hand to guide him into my room.
In my room, I turned to him and dropped to my knees and pulled his trunks down to give him a taste before letting him take me and he already had that salty, briny taste of a cock that was ready to explode. I looked up at him, smiled and pumped his cock a couple of times. “You want to fuck me now?” I asked playfully.
He stepped out of his shorts, pushed me back and mounted me like a drowning man trying to get onto a raft. I knew Jeremy was watching from the closet and my pussy was swollen and wet, so he easily slid right in and in what seemed like seconds he was climaxing deep inside me, and my pussy responded by clinching up on his manic thrusts.
He clenched up as he trembled while his balls emptied into me, and with a quivering whisper he said, “Fuck that was great.” He lay down on the floor beside me and I kissed him.
“You better jump into the shower with Rita and wash my pussy off your cock.” I kissed him again. “I’m kinda sorry that we’re going home tomorrow. We could have had a lot of fun while my boyfriend was at work.”
Ted kissed me and got up. “Thanks. That was the best sex I ever had. Sorry Rita was such a bitch all week. She’s a little bit jealous cause the sight of you makes me hard and we been fucking a lot more.”
I shrugged and smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Girls have hated me since high school, so she wasn’t that bad.”
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Jeremy stepped out of the closet cock in hand, and he was pumping it furiously as he walked towards me. His face was all twisted like he was ready to get off and sure enough, his enormous cock spit out a rope of cum that splashed onto my face.
I squealed in delight and opened my mouth to accept the remainder, so he stepped closer while pushing his hips forward for better aim and to bounce his emptying cock on my outstretched tongue. “That was so fuckin hot babe.”
I glanced at the door and saw Ted standing there with a bright smile on his face. I winked and pulled Jeremy towards me so I could more easily suck his deflating dick hoping to get him up for the fourth time, but his charm was three and I had to wait till the morning for more.
Jeremy pulled his limp dick from my suckling mouth and tucked himself away. “I need to get back to the gig babe.” And he left me there on my knees with his cum on my face, so I used a tee shirt to wipe my face before getting up to take a shower.
Later that night, I was awakened by Ted. He was laying naked beside me, his hard cock poking my bottom. “Chrissy, are you awake?”
I rolled over and faced him in the dark. “Teddy, what are you doing in here? Your old lady is right there across the hall.”
“She’s asleep. You want to get it on?”
I hooked my leg over his thigh so he could feel my wetness. “Okay, but you have to hurry. Jeremy will be home soon.”
Ted rolled on top of me and pushed his cock into me and in no time he was stiffening up driving deep into me and sending his second load into me. I could barely hear the quivering whisper he used earlier and kissed me. “Thanks Chrissy.” He said and, in a moment, I heard their bedroom door close as he joined his girlfriend.
The next morning, I woke to the noise of slamming doors. Jeremy moaned and covered his head with a pillow so, I pulled on a pair of shorts and tee shirt to see what was going on.
It was Rita. Her eyes were swollen and red rimmed from crying and when she saw me, she cried out, “Whore!” And Ted followed her out the door silently.
“Yikes. He should have got into the shower after she was done.”
Jeremy had gotten up to watch the couple leave and had witnessed Rita’s outburst. He was standing next to me half naked in nothing but his loose-fitting boxers. His cock was semi erect from morning wood, and he absently stroked himself while he stared at my erect nipples that poked through the flimsy material of my tee shirt.
I smiled demurely and dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them as I headed for the bedroom. I removed my tee shirt before I entered the room and turned to find Jeremy on my heels, naked and fully engorged.
He pulled me into his body and kissed me hard while he squeezed me in his arms. He made grunting noises as he pushed me to the floor and continued to kiss down my neck to my hard nipples to my pussy and I flinched because I still had Ted’s load swimming in there.
Ted didn’t seem to notice because he was enthusiastically grunting and slurping at my pussy as he pushed my legs back to expose my anus to him. He licked and kissed my ass hole for a moment and with a wordless grunt, he mounted me, and my insides trembled in anticipation of his ravaging me. I was not disappointed.
We didn’t talk about spring break on the flight home, and he didn’t mention anything about it for about two weeks after we were back home, going to classes and everything seemed to be just like it was before spring break. Then one day, I arrived home and found Jeremy in the living room having a beer with a guy that I had never met before. “Hey babe, this is Oscar Gomez. He’s in my Device’s class.”
“Hi Oscar.” I smiled and put out my hand to shake.
He smiled back and accepted my hand. “You’re even prettier than Jeremy said.”
Jeremy stepped towards the bedroom and said, “Babe, can I talk to you alone for a second?” He looked over at Oscar and I could swear he had a little twinkle in his eye. There was a little spark between the two men.
As I followed Jeremy into our bedroom, he closed the door behind me. “Babe, remember how you and Ted made it back in Florida? How you said you would do anything to make me happy?”
I could feel my pussy heat up because I knew where this conversation was going. “Yes, I remember. Why? Do you want to sit in the closet again while I get it on with your friend Oscar?” I looked down at the front of his pants to see if he was pitching a tent and he was noticeably aroused underneath.
He pulled me into a hug, and I put my arms around his neck to kiss him. “No babe, I’ll just sit at the kitchen table and watch you two do it on the sofa. Then he can go, and we can have some alone time.” He kissed me hard while massaging my bottom and I could feel myself getting hotter and hornier just thinking of him watching me fuck another man.
“Okay, well, when? Right now?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yah, I’ll go out and give him the green light and you just come out when you're ready.” He released me from his embrace and left me there alone in our bedroom.
I was wearing pink yoga pants and a East Tennessee U cropped tee shirt with no bra, so I was already dressed sexily. I looked at myself in the mirror and I swore that I appeared to be bottomless under a tee shirt with big, white Adidas tennis shoes with pink stripes. I smiled at my image and decided to go with that idea. So, I stripped off all my clothes and pulled one of Jeremy’s tees over my head. Then I took one last look into the mirror and, deciding there was nothing more to do, I stepped out into the living room where I found Oscar sitting on the sofa and Jeremy was sitting at the kitchen table casually chatting with him.
I looked over the two of them and decided to take control of the situation by doing a little dance for them before sitting down beside Oscar. He reached out and ran his hand up my naked thigh while he stroked his cock to make it hard.
As his cock swelled up to attention, my eyes widened at the enormous girth and length of the thing. I looked over at Jeremy and he was stroking himself through his pants, but he remained fully clothed.
I slowly bent over and kissed the enormous cock, never losing eye contact with my boyfriend. “How do you want to do this?” And I noticed my pussy began to pulsate in sync with my quickening heartbeat as I cradled his cock in my palm.
“Haha. It’s heavy isn’t it.” Carlos reached over and stroked my swollen nipples with the back of his hand. He obviously felt the hardened nib through the material because he smiled as he pitched it hard between his thumb and index finger sending another heat flash in my pussy.
I gasped and looked to Jeremy for a cue, but he was mesmerized by our fondling, so I bent down and took the head of Oscars cock into my mouth as I cupped his enormous, heavy balls with my hand. I began sucking his cock while moving my head up and down so the enormous globe of its head hit the back of my throat making me gag slightly.
Oscar was no longer fondling me. He was gripping the cushion on either side of him, and I could taste his precum as his balls tightened up in my hand. “Oh man, I’m ready to fuck her bro.” He said as he pulled me off his tool by my hair while he stood up, pushing me face down into the sofa.
I was afraid that he planned to fuck me in the ass, but seconds later I felt the head of his cock spread my pussy and he began fucking me like a piston. My body trembled as it tried to climax, and the room was filled with the sounds of my screaming and our bodies slapping together.
I glanced over to my boyfriend, Jeremy, and he was rubbing the front of his jeans with a memorized expression of lust on his face and his lust filled expression sent me close to the edge so, I reached down and rubbed my swollen clit and screamed at Oscar to fuck me harder.
I felt the wave of relief at last as I began to climax and I began to weep and sob as I wailed, “Jeremy! Jeremy, I’m cumming!” over and over while Oscar continued to pound his body into me until he stiffened up, pulling my hips back into his so his cock was driven deeper into me making me cry out in pain as he bathed my insides with his cum.
We were still for a good long moment and for some reason I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked on it. I was done and I desperately needed to be held. My body was still trembling from the ferocity of my climax. I did not realize how much I enjoyed being watched until that evening and I felt guilty because I hoped that we could do it again.
Oscar pulled out of me, and I could feel his cum drip from my still swollen pussy. He got dressed quickly and then he was high fiving my boyfriend as he left, thanking him for the party, and I knew my evening was only beginning. Now Jeremy would have his turn after his little show and his seed would be mingled with Oscars deep in my womb. Thank goodness I was on the pill because the moment Jeremy closed and locked the door after saying goodbye to Oscar, he was all over me.
He started out kissing me and sucking and pinching my nipples telling me how hot that was, watching me getting fucked by Oscar's horse dick. Then he helped me to our room where he tried to fuck me, but he was so turned on that he came as he entered me.
He held me as I fell asleep and in about an hour, I was awakened to his fucking me while I slept. But I didn’t get angry with him. I was glad that he still wanted me even though I wasn’t just teasing someone or getting fucked in front of him. I was relieved that my boyfriend was not a full-blown creeper peeper.
It’s been over 3 years since that fateful night in our little Johnson City two-bedroom apartment. Jeremy is my husband now, but he hasn’t touched me in months. He’s happy just jacking off in a chair while he watches me having sex with random men that he either brings home, or that we pick up in bars together in Nashville and other big cities. I can feel my breasts getting bigger, and they're more sensitive. I know I’m pregnant, but with whose baby? I have had sex with eleven different guys these past two months and Jeremy said its cool and that we can figure things out. My biggest fear is what if the baby is born black or brown or Asian, God forbid. Jeremy doesn’t have a racist bone in his body and it's been like the Leage of Nations around here. I guess we will cross that bridge in nine months.