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Ok, I've written 3 versions of this. In each, my husband pointed out I tried to make myself look less slutty. So here's the final version. The depraved reality of it.....

When my husband and I were in a bad place 10-15 years ago, I made a really bad choice. I hadn't acted like a depraved slut for so long..

But it was still there, just beneath the surface: my inner slut. And she wanted to play. So here goes. What I present to you is 100% true, as I recall it.

A few years ago, I told my hubby that I needed to tell him something, while we were in the midst of a sertraline (Zoloft) Viagra fueled bed-in. In your 40s or not, Zoloft and Viagra will make for a sexual revolution in your bedroom. Add in a COVID forced lock down, and the fact that we were in the best place in our relationship we had ever been in and, the sex is 1st year marriage level. But, I needed to get something off my chest. I proceeded to tell him a tale of me and a friend. The friend is super loose, and was prostituting, basically, scoring men off of Back Page. She knew my husband and I's situation, (not good in 2006) and invited me to go hang out.

While we were out, unbeknownst to me, a client contacted my friend Gina, and wanted to connect. They agreed to meet at an adult theater in Dallas called Lido. While we were there, watching porn, she gets down right in front of me and sucks this guy off, and I just watched. No lies: it was extremely erotic, and the scene made me soaked: I was grinding my thighs together watching his cock slip in and out of her mouth. Hard slurping. Progressing to him fucking her face. I remember thinking, I'm a professional, and my colleagues would crap if they saw me here. And...I could suck better than that. And, the guy just stared at me smiling, until i just kissed him. Good kisser too. He whispered in my ear that I would end up begging for his cock, and i just blushed. He firmly grabbed my breasts, kissed my chin, and pushed me away. I was torn between, assumptive ass scrawny redneck and...oh yes, yes I will, racing through my mind.

I stared and stared. The room was dark, minus the action next to me. I was soaked. I could feel people around me, but thats all. From behind me, a man leaned up and whispered in my ear, "thats fucking hot. You look like you're about to cum."

I started to whip my head around and he stopped me. He kissed my neck, and gently moved his hands under my shirt, and over my breasts. I immediately submitted, and quietly leaned back. He pushed his hands up, and under my bra. He smelled good. His hands felt great. I was under his control. He was the 2nd of 4 men that would touch me that night. He told me to remove my bra...I did. He massaged my breasts, tweaking my nipples so expertly, while biting my neck. Fuck he was skilled. And then...it stopped. He and my bra were gone.

At the time, I felt relief that my friend was oblivious to this. I felt so slutty. So degraded. But, also...so alive. My friend was still blowing her client. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I secretly wished it was me. Me, a school counselor, with multiple degrees, a few Masters degrees, an LPC certification, and half of a Doctorate, was in a sleazy place, with slutty thought racing through my head.

Someone sat next to me. I guess he saw what was going on, and he whispered in my ear, "the way you are staring, you look jealous."

I smiled and leaned forward, turning slightly in my seat and then leaned back. He took the hint, and picked up where the last man stopped. Instead of having to work around my bra though, he went straight to my newly freed breasts. The girls loved it. He was immediately on them. Rough. Pawing. Pinching. I was responding and moaning, against my will. He whispered the dirtiest things into my ear: telling me what a whore I was, in a place like this; the one that stuck out was "look at that wedding ring...but youre gonna spread for whatever desperate cock that will have you." Im sure my friend saw me. Maybe not. She had a mouth full of cock, still." In any case, about the time she finished him off, he left me, in a disheveled mess. Soaked.

So, when the suggestion of a hotel came up I gladly agreed. I acted put out but, I wanted to see more. I made a decision then, that I was going

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