Slut Wife

By Phebe Bodelle

Why is it that if a man puts it about, he ́s a bit of a lad but if a woman sleeps around she ́s called a slut? Whatever, Laura doesn ́t give a flying fuck what label she ́s given. She loves sex anywhere she can get it and when Jay comes into her life with a similar outlook it ́s a relationship made in sexual heaven. Even on her wedding day she has her new husband and his best man together and the honeymoon can best be described as an indulgence of sexual excess.
This novel of explicit erotica is for adults only, please be warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Nov 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310785375

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Slut Wife

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

My Very Rude Awakening (Bonus Chapters)

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter or so I Thought

Chapter 2 – The Next Day

Other Books by Phebe Bodelle

About the Author

Chapter 1

So I’m a slut, if you don’t like it fuck off, you shouldn’t be reading my story. Labels who needs them, if I was a guy I’d be thought of as a bit of a lad, but because I’m of the female gender I’m a slut, tart, whore or whatever other name seems appropriate. Just because I like sex, a lot of sex doesn’t mean I have to be categorised, well I don’t think so. Now just settle down and enjoy a good sexy read.

I’ve been a slut ever since I was fourteen when I discovered what my cunt was for, well I knew what it was for before then of course, I’d just never got around to using it, well not properly anyway. I’d finger fucked myself a few times, well quite a few times actually long before I was fourteen and along with playing with my clit I found the whole thing a very enjoyable experience. Especially the orgasms, oh yes, that’s what it is all about achieving the ultimate in pleasure, a big fat juicy climax. When I was fourteen I finally let a kid from school fuck me properly, he was fourteen too and like me didn’t really have a clue what he was doing, still we both got rid of our cherries and that was that. It happened behind the cricket pavilion at the local sports club, not a very auspicious start to my sexual career, if you can call it that, but a start never the less. Jeremy and I kept at it for about two months and we both finally got the hang of what we were supposed to be doing, even engaging in a bit of oral along the way. He shot his load every single time, lucky bugger, but it took me about three weeks until he gave me my first fucking orgasm. Wow what a feeling that was and I determined there and then to get as many orgasms in my life as I possibly could. Yes, I’d given myself plenty in the past but a climax from a prick sliding in and out of your cunt is simply the best.

Until Justin, who the majority of this story is about, at least my marriage to him, Jeremy was my longest ever boyfriend. I know, it’s sad, but hundreds of one night stands more than kept my cunt nicely occupied, believe me.

I suppose some people would call me a nymphomaniac and add on all sorts of physiological rubbish about why I need sex so much. Crap, I just enjoy it a lot and nobody is going to stop me enjoying my carnal desires, not ever.

By the time I was sixteen, of a legal age here in the United Kingdom, I was very well experienced in the art of love making, well fucking if truth be told. I taught a lot of lads, of my own age, what it takes to make a girl come when they are doing her and hopefully those lessons will go forward to help them pleasure their future conquests and who knows their wives as well, so I consider myself to be a doer of good deeds and at the same time achieving my ultimate goal of a good climax into the bargain.

Well that’s enough talk about how I became what I am, I should imagine by now you’ll want to hear about some of my exploits, so here goes.

I met Steve in a pub, I was there with a mate from work, the pair of us worked on the switchboard of a local mini cab company and had become good friends very quickly. Janice loved to hear all about my love life and I was happy to tell her every explicit detail. She’s a pretty girl, two years older than me, I was eighteen when I met Steve by the way. Janice was engaged to Simon and had a very normal relationship, they fucked regularly but by the sound of things it wasn’t very exciting and I think the girl lived vicariously off my sex life. I did offer to take Simon in hand so to speak and teach him how to make love to his woman properly but she very quickly declined the offer.

You’re just being a randy cow. She said after I made the offer.

Listen my girl under my tutelage he’ll have you begging him to stop after the fourth or fifth orgasm, make no mistake.

Huh, he’ll probably want to run off with you.

No chance of that, I don’t want a long term relationship, too many pricks in the sea and I want to try as many as I can.

Well the answer’s no. Anyway Simon wouldn’t go with you, he’s faithful to me.

‘If I got my claws into him,’ I thought, ‘he would soon be between my legs.’

But I said, Okay, whatever, the offer’s there if you ever feel the need.

Now Steve looked a bit of a hunk, tall with short blond hair, nice face, a tight little ass and well dressed in smart casual gear. He was with a group of four other lads but seemed to be on the edge, not really part of the group, I wondered why and looking at Janice said, What do you make of that lad over there? nodding my head in the group’s direction.

Which one?

Blondie.

Mmm, okay I suppose if you like that sort of thing.

Well I think I’m going to give him the benefit of my lovely body this evening.

Laura you’re awful.

Get out of here, I’ve got an itch and it needs scratching.

You’ll have more than an itch one day the way you carry on.

Oh don’t start Mum.

It’s true I suppose that I did sometimes risk catching something nasty off of one of my conquests, but even though I’m a randy slut I do select my partners carefully. I know you can’t judge a book by its cover but so far my intuition and I suppose a bit of luck had kept me out of any special clinic. Enough of that, I fancied a fuck and wasn’t going to be put off by anything Janice said.

She shook her head just as the lad turned around scanning the clientele in the pub. Our eyes locked for a moment and I gave him my biggest and best smile, he smiled back and raised his glass in salute. A good start, now all I needed to do was to get him back to my place, strip off his clothes and get him firmly between my legs. Jumping the gun a bit you might consider, but the way I worked he was as good as squirting his cum deep inside me.

I turned to Janice, Just popping to the loo, won’t be a minute.

Once there I took off my knickers and then slipping off my top unhooked my bra and put it in my handbag. I put my top back on, a simple white tee shirt which showed off my pert nipples to perfection and then walked back out into the bar. I sidled up to the object of my lust and he turned and smiled at me once again.

Hiya, he said in a deep gravelly voice.

Hello to you too, I’m Laura and I’ve just been to the toilet to remove my underwear so you can have easy access to me when you take me home in a taxi, okay?

He looked stunned as do most men when I make my move.

Err yeah okay.

Right, I’ll see you at chucking out time, oh and don’t tell your mates I want you not a gang bang tonight.

With that I went and sat back down with Janice.

You’ve taken off your bra you old tart. She said shaking her head.

I don’t know why, Janice had seen me operate this way many times before, you would have thought she would be used to me by now.

And my knickers if you must know.

Why do you do it Laura?

Oh shut up and drink up, it’s your round.

The pub closed after another half hour, Simon walked in to collect his missus, what a wonderful fiancé he was, but it left me alone to the tender mercies of my as yet unnamed beau. He waited until his mates left and then wandered over.

Hello again Laura, you okay with this?

Bloody right I am, you?

He nodded, I’ll call a cab.

Fifteen minutes later we slipped into the back of a Ford Mondeo and taking the lads hand I slipped it up my skirt so he could make acquaintance with my unfettered cunt. He ran a finger up and down my slit as I eased my legs apart giving him easy access.

Like what you’re feeling? I asked in my best seductive voice.

Mmm, very nice, and you’re wet already.

I’ve done nothing but think about you getting between my legs for the last half hour. It’s got me feeling very horny.

With that he reached over with his spare hand and felt a tit through the thin material of the tee shirt. He gave the nipple a little squeeze. I pulled up the tee shirt so he could get at my naked tit not minding if the cab driver could see what was going on. I don’t care who sees me naked or when I’m at it, it’s all part of my sexy fun, part of my makeup. I reached over to his crotch and was well satisfied with the big solid bulge I felt. I unzipped him and after a bit of a struggle managed to free his cock from his underpants and bending over took it into my mouth. It was a pretty average sized cock but that wasn’t a problem and I set to running my lips up and down the length of it. He gave a slight groan, great I was hitting the spot.

Then a couple of minutes later the cab driver turned round and said, We’re here folks.

I pulled down my tee shirt as the lad struggled to put his cock back into his pants.

That’ll be seven fifty.

I gave him a tenner, Keep the change mate, and then hand in hand walked my new lover into my apartment block, up in the lift and into my abode. It wasn’t quite that straight forward there was a fair bit of groping along the way much to my pleasure. The lad was hot to trot.

As we walked through the front door I suddenly remembered, What do I call you?

Steve.

Nice, so do you want a drink or shall we go straight to bed?

Bed.

Right answer, I said and led him through to my boudoir, in the past the scene of some extreme sexual activity I can tell you.

The first thing I did was to strip, the tee shirt and skirt were swiftly deposited onto the floor. I love showing myself of nude to my sex partners, well in truth I love showing off my naked body at any time, I enjoy the look on peoples’ faces when they catch sight of my gorgeous body when they aren’t expecting it but more of that later. I have a perfect 32.22.32 body. Huh a bit short in the tit department you are thinking to yourself, but considering I’m