After the student party, a lot of the pretence had gone. Sharon admitted she was enjoying becoming a submissive slut, and we talked it out openly. As far as I was concerned, I now had the green light to look for more adventures. This was far from easy in 1980s Belfast. I thought about it for a while and decided to buy Sharon a vibrator. There was no online shopping back in 80s Belfast, so the next day, during my lunch bre...

Christmas had come and gone, but the memory of the party still stirred something deep inside me. Seeing my wife with my friend had lit a fuse I knew would never burn out. I was determined it wouldn’t be a one-off. We talked about what had happened, and Sharon admitted—quietly at first, then with growing confidence—that she’d enjoyed it. Some adventures are planned. Others simply unfold. That Saturday night, we were out fo...

You will recall that Sharon was screwed by my friend, at a Christmas fancy dress party in our flat. Well, Christmas had come and gone and Sharon had made a good start into becoming a slut.  We spent many a night in bed talking about her sailor friend at the Christmas party. I always brought it up as we fucked. I kept telling her she was brilliant and that I was so proud of her. When we were fucking, I would bite her lip t...

It was the eighties and I had just married a stunning girl called Sharon. She was dark-haired, blue eyes, pageboy haircut, 5’4’’, 38dd tits, nice body and cute face. We had been married eight months and were still fucking like rabbits. We often talked about other guys fucking her as we had sex. Sharon was never really keen to want to do it for real, but loved the idea of it as she always came hard as we talked about it. I...