How I Became a Porn Slut

By Traci M Knight

Traci was a wife and home-schooling mother whose life had become very humdrum until her friend told her how she and her husband spiced up their lives.She explains that what husbands want is a slutty wife. Intrigued, Traci asks her friend to educate her how to be a sluttier wife. Little did she know how far her education would go, sex with her friend, her friend's husband.. Doing a calendar shoot for her husband, she’s asked if she would fill in for a porno film. Would she do it? Did she suspect the conspiracy? Follow along as Traci begins her erotic education and descent into a world of bisexuality and multiple partners..

• Language: English
• Publisher: Team FREEDOM Publishing
• Release date: Aug 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463801987

Traci M Knight

Traci M Knight is the name of a pre-transition trans-woman with a vivid, naughty, imagination. I think of myself in many of these situations and relish the eroticism of the moment.I hope you get as much enjoyment reading as I had writing.Hugs,Traciemail [e-mail]

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How I Became a Porn Slut

By Traci M. Knight

Smashwords Edition August 2018

Copyright 2018 – All Rights Reserved by Traci M Knight and Team Freedom Publishing

All characters portrayed are over eighteen years of age and are fictional and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is completely coincidental. This book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adult audiences only.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – A New Beginning

Chapter 2 – A New Day Dawns

Chapter 3 – My Slut Training Begins

Chapter 4 – My Slut Training Continues

Chapter 5 – My Photo Shoot

Chapter 6 – The Cast Party

Chapter 1 – A New Beginning

Hello, my name is Traci, and until about two years ago, my life was rather ordinary. I am married to a wonderful man who loves me today even more than he did before we went on the fantastic journey I’m about to relate to you. We have two beautiful teenage girls, now both over eighteen, but were sixteen and seventeen at the time, and a rather nice home in the suburbs of a larger mid-western city. My husband was an accountant for a small privately held company and thanks to his salary, I was able to stay home and home-school our children. I’d tell you my age, but you wouldn’t believe me if you’ve seen any of my pictures, so let’s just say thirty- something. A girl has to have some secrets. We were your normal, everyday, church-going family. Our lives were rather mundane with the routines of modern life until…. one day my girl-friend Karen stopped by to show me a present she had made for her husband.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. There on the pages of a calendar were pictures of Karen in very sexy lingerie and less. I couldn’t believe she was showing me pictures of herself showing her boobs and pussy. I also couldn’t get over how sexy she looked. My jaw must have hit the ground because the next thing I know Karen is asking me if I had never seen pictures of a naked woman before. To tell the truth, I really hadn’t, just a few pictures in some magazines Rob brought home. Other than that, I had led a rather sheltered life. I’d always been a good girl in Catholic grammar and high schools. When I was growing up, these things were only whispered about. Sure we liked to get dressed up to attract boys, but this was downright sexy, and good girls didn’t do things like that.

Haven’t you ever thought of doing something like this for your husband? Karen asked.

Never in a million years, I replied. I’m no sex goddess. Besides that, Rob isn’t all that interested in sex anymore.

Maybe he’s forgotten what you look like. Look, you’re still in great shape after having raised two kids. Tell me, do you fuck with the lights on or off? Karen asked rather matter of factly. Do ever get all dressed up and made-up to fuck?

I said, somewhat shocked, Karen, what has happened to you? I’ve never heard you talk like this before.

Blame Dave, he corrupted me. Lately when we’ve been in bed he would talk to me about being sexier and sluttier, she explained. As I tried it, I found myself liking it more. So now, it seems to be more honest calling a prick a prick, a vagina a cunt, and fellatio, a blow-job. Actually, I’ve become a total slut, and I love it. It’s one of the reasons I decided to do the calendar. I like feeling naughty and besides, we’re only going to get older. This way Dave will have something to remind him of me in my prime.

But talking like that and taking your clothes off, that is so, not the way we were brought up. I replied. We were brought up to be good girls.

Fuck that, I was a good girl for years and all it got me was a stale bed and a stale husband. Believe you me when I say sex is a whole lot better now. Karen exclaimed. Dave and I go at it like we were kids again, and a lot more often too.

Really, has it changed your marriage that much? I inquired. Then I told her, because for us too, our sex life has become downright boring. Do you think something like that could improve my marriage? I questioned.

Absolutely, Karen said without a doubt.

But do you really think I could do it, that is, be sexier? I asked.

Sure, Karen replied. You like being a girl right? You like wearing make-up, skirts, stockings, heels and jewelry, right? she went on.

Well, yes. I stammered, not quite knowing how to respond.

All it takes is just playing it up a bit. Being more feminine; wearing your lipstick a little redder, your nails a little longer and redder, your earrings a bit bigger and bolder, talking a little nastier, and being more aggressive. She explained. Guys don’t want the good girls like we were taught in school, they like sluts and if that’s what turns my hubby on, and that’s what I’m going to give him. And I get the benefits too. I’ve been getting sluttier for a couple of months now and you wouldn’t believe the change in our relationship. Dave is so much more attentive now and he’s even blown off a softball game to stay home and fuck me.

Blown off a softball game? I asked surprised, knowing how much Dave enjoyed his softball nights.

Well we chit-chatted awhile longer and then Karen had to leave. As she was going to the car, she said, think it over, try being a little sluttier and see what happens. But I have to warn you, once you start down the slut path, the more you get, the more you want, and there’s no telling how far you may go.

‘Oh sure, what could happen? If it might help our marriage, what would it hurt to try?’ I thought to myself. As I settled back for a minute before the girls came home from their friend’s house. I thought, why not try getting a little dressed up for my hubby and see how he responds? So I started making my plans. While the kids were still away, I went to my dresser and found a pair of black thigh high stockings. I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of black four inch heeled pumps. I scrounged my panty drawer and pulled out a cute black thong I hadn’t worn in years and I made my preparations for later that night.

Soon the kids were back and I started dinner waiting for Rob to come home, all the while my mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts of anticipating the surprise I was going to give my husband, hoping that Karen was right, that a little spice would pick up our sex life.

The evening and night went according to our usual routine, I had the girls get ready and off to bed. Rob went in to say goodnight and soon, they were asleep and Rob plunked down on the sofa and turned the TV on to a baseball game and sat back to relax. That’s when I went into action. I waited about fifteen minutes to be sure the girls were really asleep. I didn’t want any interruptions.

I told Rob to relax and that I was going to go take a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and was still pretty pleased with what I saw. Sure I was a thirty-something mother of two, but I had worked to keep myself in reasonably good shape. My 36B boobs while not overly large, were still fairly firm and perky with large brown nipples that were at attention. My ass was still nice and round and not too plump. My bush was a little hairy but I decided I would take care of that in the shower.

I tingled with anticipation as I got under the warm water and soaped up my legs to shave. Once my legs felt smooth, I looked at my bush, ‘Should I shave it or not? A slut would,’ came the answer to my mind. So I decided it would go. I got out of the shower, dried off, and smoothed some lotion on my legs and went to the bedroom to prepare.

I could hear the ball game in the living room so I knew I wouldn’t be interrupted during my final preparations. I slipped my thong up over my deliciously smooth legs and on to my hips. I then sat down on the bed and curled my stocking between my fingers and slipped it on over my toes and slowly drew it up my leg. I do love the feeling of stockings on a smooth leg. It feels so feminine. I quickly put on the other stocking. Now I had to decide, clothes or a nightie. I opted for some tight jeans and a tube top which would show off my cleavage better and no bra. As for make-up, I have a fairly good complexion, so I decided just a hint of blusher, a little eye shadow, some mascara and my reddest lipstick would be just fine. I then put on some long dangling earrings that look really good against my medium length blond hair. A touch of my favorite perfume and I was ready to seduce my husband like he’d never been seduced before. My pussy was beginning to feel wet in anticipation of the fun that I hoped was to come.

God, I was feeling hot and I knew I looked hot as well. I just hoped Rob would take the bait. I strutted down the stairs and got a second look from my hubby as I swung my hips even more as I tried to effect a sexy walk. I walked over to the sofa and snuggled up beside him and rested my arms on his shoulders.

What are you all dressed up for? He inquired. Going somewhere?

I hope so, I purred as sexily as I could, as I ran my hand through his hair.

Still somewhat in shock and not knowing what to make of the situation, What gives? he asked.

Oh I was talking to Karen today and she told me how she had spiced up their love life. I thought I’d give it a try for you. What do you think? How do I look?I asked while nibbling on his neck.

He turned more toward me. I’d like to say you look pretty, but you’re beyond that. You look downright sexy.

I didn’t give him much time to finish speaking before I brought my lips to his and pushed his mouth open with my tongue. Tonight there would be no misunderstanding. This girl was ready for action. At least that is how I tried to come across. After all, isn’t a slut always on the look-out? As I tried to get myself out of my normal frame of reference, I kept thinking, ‘Is this how a slut would act? How would a slut do this?’ Karen really had started something here. I liked the thought of being sexy, being slutty.

As I broke our kiss, I cooed, Do you like me like this? Nuzzling his face and lightly kissing his cheek. I could see the bulge growing in his pants. So I continued with the dirty talk. Do you like me looking like a slut? I put my hand on his groin and gently massaged his growing cock through his pants. Continuing to talk dirty, I asked. Do you like a hot, slutty wife?

Oh yeah, was about all he could mumble as he forcefully pressed his mouth on mine and rammed his tongue as deep as he could into mine. He now turned completely around on the sofa so he was facing me, our arms wrapped around each other, getting lost in the heat of rising passion.

I started kissing his cheek and ear. Do you like hearing me call myself a slut? I whispered.

Yeah baby, you’re so hot. I really like it.Rob replied, panting.

"Well, take my top off and start playing with my tits. I don’t like them hidden by this material. I like them out in the open where you can suck on