I am a slut. I make no apology for it; I offer no excuses. I like sex and I am a slut.

I am also not ashamed to admit it either. Yes I know I am a woman and shouldn’t be saying these things but why shouldn’t I? A man can fuck as many women as he is able to get into his bed and be lauded for it. He will get pats on the back from his mates and be given fanciful names like Stud but a woman can’t. She gets labelled with derogatory names like slut and whore just because she likes sex.

Yes, it is unfair but I don’t care what society says. I am a Slut and proud of it!

I wasn’t always a slut; in fact right up until I got married I was quite a good girl. Had very few boyfriends and the man I married when I was 20 was really the first one I had given myself completely too.

It was marriage that changed me. After the initial honeymoon period when everything is lovey-dovey and love-making is wonderful you settle into a phase when you need more deeper and satisfying sex. Love-making, in itself, is wonderful. I still enjoy making love with my husband; always have and always will. He’s a good man; loving; caring; considerate and a great father. I wouldn’t change him for the world. But as for sex? No. I am sorry, he cannot satisfy me in the way that I need.

There again is he meant to? Is a husband meant to be the sole satisfying partner of a woman? I don’t think so. His love-making can satisfy me but sometimes I need sex; sometimes a woman needs sex, full on, cold-blooded sex. My husband can’t fulfil that part of me; for that I need other men, and not just singularly either. Yes I like and need gangbangs.

I told you didn’t I, I am a Slut.

My Slut initiation took place at a party; it was a friend’s birthday and we had been married a couple of years by then. I met a guy there; never seen him before. He wasn’t anything special; don’t even know whether he was married or not; can’t even remember his name either! All I know is that he wanted sex. We had danced a couple of times and he had given me a few gropes on the bottom to let me know that he wanted me. When he asked if I would go outside with him I followed; hubby was busy in a corner of a room chatting to some mates and I just slipped out without him knowing.

We found ourselves at the bottom of the garden up against a wall and we started snogging. His hands were quickly all over me and they found their way to my knickers and I found myself groping his bulge. I didn’t even know it was possible to fuck standing up; that’s how naive I was about sex, but he managed to scoop me up while I pulled my knickers to the side and guided him in.

It was nothing special; fast and furious, as I hung on to his shoulders while he pumped away at me, but it was my first experience of lust and I enjoyed it. I didn’t cum but there was a warm satisfying feeling as I walked away feeling my knickers wet and sticky with his cum. He had cum; he had satisfied himself with me and that made me happy. Good sex is not always about satisfying yourself; sometimes I can get off with knowing that another man has satisfied himself with me.

My next extra-marital encounter was with a work colleague. He was married and had asked me out a few times. My job then, as now, meant going away on regular courses and we found ourselves going away on a particular course that required an overnight stay at a hotel. I had already decided that I was going to let him fuck me and when he asked if we could dine together that evening I said yes. He was still trying to chat me up and started going on about his wife and how she doesn’t like this and doesn’t do that. It was the last thing I wanted to hear about and I told him so.

He was a bit shocked when I told him to shut up talking about her and let’s get finished so we can get to bed. We didn’t even have a dessert and left half a bottle of wine, we were that eager. Although I was dying to strip and get into bed I restrained myself to let him undress me. I always prefer it when the man undresses me and it is even more exciting the first time. I know that they have probably spent ages wondering what you look like naked; I know he had, working so close with me.

I allowed him to spend a few minutes just standing there admiring me and then I reached for the belt of his trousers. “Come on let’s fuck.” I told him.

It was much more satisfying than the first time. We took our time, kissing and fondling before getting into a sixty-nine position. I love this position; orally stimulating each other before getting down to actually fucking. He was quite big and thick too; although uncircumcised. It didn’t matter. When it came to get down to sex he went to get one of his condoms but I told him not to bother. I wanted to feel his cum. I know its safe sex and all that but the whole idea of sex to me is to share your love fluids. I like to feel a man cum inside me and I also hate the feel of rubber against my sensitive parts.

He came quickly the first time; too quickly, but he was excited. He had waited a long time to get this far with me and it was difficult to hold back. He made up for it the next time though and the time after that and our fuck is the shower next morning was also very satisfying. He told me afterwards that his wife only allowed him sex once a week; a Sunday morning treat before he gave her breakfast in bed, as he put it. Well I had just given him a month of Sundays!

He left a very satisfied man and I, of course, was a very satisfied woman. I had learned about the joy of sex and I intended experiencing more. We met up a few times after that for sex; twice in my bed while Phil was away on business. I also got laid by another couple of guys over the ensuing months; one a washing machine engineer who came to fix my machine and a sales rep from work who gave me three afternoons of very energetic sex in his hotel room.

One thing that I learned from these experiences though, apart from the sex of course, is that men and women view sex differently. A woman can divorce sex and love; she can have sex without any emotional involvement; enjoy the encounter for what it is, a mutually satisfying occasion. Men can’t. Afterwards when you are lying there quite happy to cuddle and enjoy the moment men will start getting emotional. Words like ‘love’ and ‘we’ crop up into their vocabulary. I have learned that they want and need more than sex. Once I start hearing those words I know that it is time to find fresh fields. I already have a man to give my love to; I don’t need another one!

It was shortly after ending the last of these very satisfying encounters that I experienced my first gangbang. Phil, my husband, is quite a popular guy and has many friends, especially at the local rugby club where he likes to enjoy a night out as well as watch their home games. He is not an active sportsman, more of an armchair one. I sometimes go the club with him; they have do’s there occasionally and I also join him on the odd night out.

The guys there are like most guys; always horny and if they can get a fuck without their partners or girlfriends finding out they will. I had been asked out by some of them a few times but I had always declined. They were Phil’s friends and I had never wanted to humiliate him in that way but sometimes circumstances change.

We had a barbeque one bank holiday Sunday, quite a few friends and neighbours attended including some from the rugby club. It was the usual thing; lots of drink, steaks and burgers etc. and lots of group chats. Someone started a conversation about sex and I got on my soap box about the inequality of sexual freedom between men and women. After a while someone else started a conversation about sport and I left them all to it. By the time the sun had started to go down most had gone home and all that were left were seven guys from the club and Phil, of course. He was drunk though, he had been on the Sangria as well as beer and he was out of it.

The guys stayed behind and helped me clean up and then a couple of them carried Phil upstairs for me. I made them put him in the spare room; I didn’t want him with me in that state. When he gets like that he will be snoring his head off and I didn’t want that. I undressed him and left him to it; I knew he would be out for the night.

I had no intention of doing anything with any of the guys; in fact I wanted them to go home because I too wanted my bed but there were a few half empty bottles of wine left and we all sat in the lounge finishing them off. I sat on the floor with my back against the settee; two them were sat on the settee itself but the other five were sat on the floor with me in a sort of semi circle around me.

We chatted about this and that and then Brad, the sort of leader of the pack started back on the conversation about sexual inequality. He agreed with me. “I mean,” he said. “If we were to have a gangbang now people outside would say you were a slut etc., while guys would think we were just being lads. It’s all wrong. A woman is entitled to feel free enjoying sex just as much as a man does.”

The word gangbang had never entered my head but I suddenly felt like a lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves. “You sound as though a gangbang comes as second nature to you.” I told him.

“Well we have had our moments.” He replied.

The tension in the air was very evident.

“Anyone I know?” I asked, nervously.

“Well, that would not be very gentlemanly of us to say would it?” He replied. “We like to think of ourselves as discrete; after all we too have wives and girlfriends.”

I knew then that I had been singled out by them for a gangbang. I was shocked and very nervous but there was also an excitement stirring inside me. As I said earlier, I can get off on the fact that another man has been satisfied by me even if I get nothing out of it. “Are you asking me for a gangbang?” I suddenly found myself saying.

“Yes Sue, we would like to fuck you.” Brad responded.

I looked up at the faces of the guys sitting round me; mouths half open, almost drooling and eyes full of lust.

“Are you up for it?” One of the others sat behind me asked.

I said nothing for a moment. I was thinking about it; wondering what it would be like. I had often thought about having a threesome, two guys at once, but seven!

“I suppose.......” I started to say. “I suppose a girl in my position, with seven guys and all that, would find it very difficult to fend them off if they wanted to take her and use her”

There were a few moments, long moments, of silence and then they pounced. One of them took the glass from my hand and the next thing I knew was that hands were tearing at my clothes. I had on a top, jeans, socks and shoes; as well as underwear of course, but I was naked in a matter of seconds. Held down; stripped naked and made ready for them. The last item of clothing to be stripped from me was my panties and the man who took them from around my ankles put them inside his trouser pocket. Intended no doubt as a trophy.

While some of the guys took the cushions off the chairs and laid them out on the floor before stripping, others started to fondle me. Hands squeezed my breasts; fingers tweaked my nipples while other digits invaded my womanhood. I was to savour those moments a long time afterwards; savour to enjoy during periods of masturbation the feeling of being forcefully stripped naked and fondled by a group men before being gangbanged.

Once all the men were themselves naked I was then lifted up and carried to the cushions. Hands lifted my legs into the air before parting them and my arms pinned down, There was a brief debate among them about who would be first and it as Brad that eased his naked body between my thighs and pushed his large erection against my opening. He looked down at me; staring into my eyes before pushing forward. “Is this what you want?” He asked.

I didn’t answer him; he could no doubt see from my wetness that I already wanted it.

“You’re getting it anyway.” He said, and the others agreed.

It wasn’t a long fuck but it wasn’t meant to be. They weren’t making love to me; they weren’t lovers intending to give me pleasure as they took pleasure from me. They were there solely to take pleasure for themselves. I was just a fuck, their fuck. That is what a gangbang is all about.

But I did get pleasure; more pleasure than I had experienced ever before. I didn’t need a long slow fuck to satisfy me I just needed to feel used, and used I was. After Brad pulled out of me another man got between my legs and pushed his cock into my wet cum filled hole before pounding away to release his seed into me. Meanwhile the guys pinning my arms down had released me and I was able to reach out and grab a cock either side of me. I couldn’t pull them to my mouth because someone else was already forcing his cock between my lips.

I was still pumping the cocks in my hand when another took his place between my thighs and began fucking me. I had started to cum for the second time as the cocks in my hand began to release their seed. I love the feeling of hot cum ejaculating onto my skin almost as much as I love to feel it inside me and these two cocks had plenty of cum. It splashed everywhere, including on the man whose cock I was forcefully being made to suck. It went into my eyes, into my hair and even into my ears. My hands also ended up being full of cum.

Some of the men had the stamina to go round again and when the tenth and final one finished pumping his seed into me I was pleased. I was almost exhausted. Brad crept upstairs to check on Phil and at the same time brought some towels down from the bathroom. The same guys who minutes earlier had treated me like a slut; used me like a whore, stripping away any dignity I might have had behaved like gentlemen and helped me clean myself up. It was a moment of tenderness and gentleness that I appreciated and more importantly made me feel their equal.

We sat for a while drinking more wine. Once again I sat back against the settee but I was naked except for the towel under me and between my legs. I suppose anyone walking in at that stage and seeing the eight of us all naked drinking wine would have thought we were all stark raving mad but we just sat there and chatted as if everything was normal.

Of course it wasn’t normal and soon the natural instincts of the males started to rise again; rise like their cocks. Brad stood up and looked down at me and asked me if I was up for more fucking. I smiled up at him. “I thought you were the bosses.” I replied.

“I thought by now you lot would have had me sucking your cocks ready to give me a good doggying!”

I don’t think that many nano seconds passed before I was pulled up onto my knees and forced into servicing their cocks; cocks that still tasted of their cum and my juices. It wasn’t long afterwards either before I was pulled across to the cushions again; this time made to kneel down while each one took his turn with me.

I enjoy fucking doggy fashion; men seem to be able to thrust more powerfully as they hold on and use your hips as leverage....