Published: September 1st 2025, 10:27:25 pm
Someone asked me how I became a hardcore cheating fuck slut, and I like how direct that is. I've always cheated, right from the start. I still remember the first time I sucked another guy's dick, feeling it throb in my mouth as I swallowed his cum, and then went off to spend a romantic day with my boyfriend. He had no idea he was kissing lips that had just pulled sperm out of another man's cock. I learned that my betrayal hit me hard, making my clit swell up even harder. The power of it was overwhelming, and I've never been able to stop. It's like an addiction, with levels that get more intense over time, and now I've gone so far that I'm into what I call extreme emotional cheating. The kind of cheating that is so harsh that most men run, and the ones who don't are turned into a full-on cuck.
There was one event, years ago, that flipped everything for me—the first time I went all in on hardcore humiliation, and even now, thinking about it makes me rub my clit. I fucked a coworker named Rick in front of other coworkers, all friends or acquaintances of my then husband. I opened my legs wide, letting him pump his cock into me while they watched. When he emptied his sperm inside, filling my pussy with his load, I came so hard I'm sure I looked and sounded out of my mind...because I was cumming so hard. When he pulled his dick out, I was still cumming, my pussy involuntarily shooting his jizz out of my cunt, followed by four or five powerful squirts of my own fluids spraying everywhere while everyone stared. Except my husband. He was at home, clueless that his wife was getting fucked and pumped full in front of people he knew, then involuntarily ejecting that cum mixed with my squirt for all to see.
The thrill didn't wear off. I wasn't embarrassed, I wasn't ashamed. Mentally, it turned me on so much knowing the six or seven people who watched, who were both my husbands and my friends, watched another man, not my husband, make me cum that hard. They saw Rick's cock drive me to that point, making me lose control of my own body, spraying Rick's sperm and my squirt everywhere in a sloppy mess. I didn't feel exposed. I didn't feel degraded. I felt the thrill of power. Power because I wanted to do it. Not for anyone else but for me. And it was more than I ever thought it would be. The emotional sexual rush was incredible. All of them were watching me as I lost control, knowing they'd think of my husband as the man who couldn't satisfy me like that. Knowing I changed the way they look at my husband forever had me fired up, and I wanted more. Later that night, again in front of everyone, I got on my knees, sucked Rick's dick while looking up at him, fingering my own pussy until he fed me his jizz, pumping it straight from his balls down my throat. It was an incredible night, one I clearly remember in detail, even after all these years.
What really changed me was when my husband found out a few days later. He was devastated, basically crying, feeling completely humiliated and betrayed. The details of his humiliation made me wet. He was most upset that I hadn't told him right away—he had to hear it from others. It crushed him that I not only let people watch Rick give me that insane orgasm but that I wanted it. I loved hearing him admit that. I needed more, so I asked him to keep going. He felt shamed because I kissed him goodnight that same evening, after letting Rick empty his balls in my mouth. And he was furious that I let him eat me out the next day, knowing Rick's cum had been inside me the night before. He asked if I was even sorry, if I had any idea how he felt.
I told him I was going to be honest. I wasn't sorry. I wanted to do it again, and knowing how it made him feel actually got my clit rock hard. I explained how excited I was about the looks I got at work, everyone knowing what I'd done in front of them. Which was true, and for years, that story followed me, and I loved it. I said I didn't want to stop, but I would if he insisted. In the end, I promised not to, but I broke that promise more than once. I even forgot to come home for a couple of nights, letting Rick and another guy pump their cum in me anyway they wanted to, and that ended that relationship. But what came after has been perfect for me.
Back to the question, it was that night, getting turned on by my husband's humiliation, that I realized I was a serial cheater destined to master emotional cheating. The mental high from his pain, from rubbing in the betrayal, it fueled me. Fast forward to today, with Scott now, it's the same rush but only better. Making him accept I'm in love with Shane, that there's three of us, but Shane's the real man. Scott's still my husband, but that is because it's part of the humiliation I love to heap on him. The difference is Scott knows this, accepts it, and lives for it. I hope he doesn't regret it, because I need him in this role. My heart and body belong to Shane, but without Scott's acceptance and suffering, it wouldn't hit as deep. It's uncomfortable for him, watching his wife love another man, but it's my addiction and I have no desire to stop.,