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Be subtle, take it gradual. Read the signs. I would say think about what you’re thinking about doing very carefully, because once you do it, there’s no going back. It took us years, yes we used to talk about things as sexual foreplay, and it excited us both. But going from the fantasy to the reality didn’t happen overnight and neither was it planned that way.

Look at how strong your relationship is. Seriously, if your relationship means anything to you, then consider how deep the love between the two of you is. The last thing you want is for one partner to use this as a means to end a relationship which they weren’t committed to anyway, and to use this as an excuse.

I think maybe a lot of people reading this will find this talk of love between two people, while contemplating sleeping with other partners a little strange. But at the heart of all this, is the emotional and physical relationship of the people involved, it really is. The reality of this is that while it can be sexually exciting and thrilling, and rewarding, it can also end up wrecking marriages and ruining relationships. If you have a family, please, please think about them, and put them first in any decision.

I’m probably coming off as a little negative, but you really do need to consider everything.

Having said that, often there can be surprises the other way too. How often do you hear of wives who you would never in a million years, think of having affairs, having a ‘fling’ with a work colleague? Or of having been involved with another man for a longer period of time without anyone’s knowledge?

What I’m saying is, you never truly know as much about the other person as you possibly think you do. Who knows what a wife or partner truly thinks or what she wants as well. I’ve spoken previously about the ‘slut label’ and it’s an implication for many women. How society shapes the way we think about ourselves and what others think about us and because of that, the way it limits the way we think we should be or act. So how do you really know what reaction to expect to anything unless you pluck up the nerve to approach something … having thoroughly thought through the consequences before hand. Life is short, sometimes you need to consider this too, because no one knows if this is the only life you live and if it is, then sometimes you need to overcome fear and know that if something is important to you, that at least you tried, even if sometimes what you try doesn’t succeed.

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This took place at a fancy dress party a few years ago. I went as Ginger Spice. I had the wig, the little Union Jack mini dress, and a pair of white knee length platform boots. It was actually a charity fundraiser for something to do with repairing the church roof. Hubby was supposed to go with me but at the last minute, he had to go into work for a bit to sort out some problems, so he just dropped me off, and said he’d pick me up later.

There were a lot of people there and i must admit, I did get a lot of compliments on my Spice Girl outfit, mostly from men. Which when I saw my reflection in a hall mirror, I could fully understand why. The little mini dress that looked so fine when I was admiring myself in the mirror in my bedroom, standing still, and not tottering around in my boots, was now halfway up my bottom, so that my little white knickers were fully visible for all to see … and clearly quite a few did.

It was about then, that I met ‘Batman’ who’d obviously noticed my ‘distress’ at showing off my one and all … either that or he’d come for a closer look. It’s funny really, but I always remembered the caped crusader as being a little taller, and definitely a lot slimmer, and possibly not sporting a beard. But, obviously a girl has to be thankful for any knight in shining armor, who happens to pass her way, and offers his … ‘services’.  Batman brought me a drink and we got chatting, he was actually very nice and after freshening my drink a few times, we got to dancing. As I said, I’d had a few drinks by then, so I didn’t really mind when his hands started wandering a bit. He told me that despite Spice Girls not being his type of music, he’d always quite fancied Geri Halliwell. I feigned surprise as I let his hands have a good feel of my bum as we danced close.

It was then that Dracula arrived on the scene. Very suave, wearing a very expensive tailored suit, slim, well groomed, and with his thick dark hair slicked back. It was just unfortunate that the whole scenario of seduction was ruined by him having to take his teeth out Ito be understood. As it turned out, Batman and Dracula were brothers … I suppose the whole ‘Bat’ theme should have given it away, but you’d have to forgive me for not catching on sooner because they were as different as chalk and cheese. Anyway, Dracula, asked to cut in, and his brother obliged and i was soon being waltzed around the floor by the Prince of Darkness … who like his brother, appeared to not only have a thing for Ginger Spice, but also an uncanny ability for letting his hands feel around my knickers. Which by about this time i was quite enjoying quite evidently, as i could feel myself getting a bit hot and sticky down there, as well as a bit flushed in my face from the effects of the drink. Drinks were flowing quite freely, as Batman arrived with another glass of wine, and a suggestion that we go and find somewhere a little less crowded to get our breath back, and get to know each other a little better.

Which, to cut a long story short, is how Ginger Spice, ended up on her back in a master bedroom sucking off Batman, while being well and truly fucked bandy by Dracula, who had a penis any woman would truly be willing to die for.  It may not be the most kinky or explicit thing I’ve ever done, but it was certainly the most memorable.

God knows what anyone would have thought walking into a scenario like that, it must have looked like something out of a very bad porn movie, or an old Carry-On film. But despite that, the sex was very, very good, and like i said, after experiencing Dracula’s cock, I understood why they called him Vlad the Impaler.  I do have to say here as well, that despite the ridiculousness of it all, they were both perfect gentlemen … well mannered, and polite.

Or so i thought before i tried to find my knickers to put back on before going back downstairs to wait for my husband to come pick me up, because it was only then that i realized that one of those ‘gentlemen’ had taken my knickers home with him, probably as a souvenir of our little liaison.

I have my suspicions it was Dracula, because Batman’s a superhero, and superheroes would never leave a damsel in distress like that … would they?

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I suppose I’ve been actively involved in the lifestyle now for around ten years. Would you believe the first man i fucked outside my marriage was actually my brother-in-law …. with my husband’s blessing. My husband’s brother is widowed and lives in New Zealand. He and came over to stay with us as i said … back in 2004. He’d always been forward in his liking and finding me attractive … flirting and making suggestive remarks It was something which hubby and i talked about often, as well as the possibilities of what it would be like should i ever take him up on one of his ‘invitations’, should the opportunity arise to find out.

It eventually did, i accepted, and took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and we’ve slept together now regularly over the years, when we’ve shared time together. So that would have been my initiation into the lifestyle, a little strange when you think about it with my brother-in-law possibly, but in all honesty it was a very comfortable, relaxed way of getting started i think.

What do i like about it?

That’s actually a very difficult question to answer. The obvious answer i suppose would be to say that i enjoy the physical pleasure of just having sex … no strings attached, no complications, which yes, i do enjoy very much. I’ve always enjoyed the physical act of having intercourse and I’ll freely admit, I do love seeing a man’s penis. I prefer uncircumcised ones because i love seeing the foreskin roll back. That for me really is a big turn on and I find it fascinating. I know a lot of men find a woman’s vagina a work of art with its many folds and intricacies but for me, a penis is just the same … there’s something about knowing that it’s getting all lovely and stiff and hard just for me, that really gets me wet So many times, i think a woman feels the need to justify enjoying sex. Isn’t that stupid?

We live in a world where despite what culture you live in, a man is looked upon as being ‘one of the lads’ if he puts it around a bit. I know, i know, the same old rant, but it’s true. A woman on the other hand is a slut if she is seen as remotely enjoying sex, case in point, your reference to me as a ‘slut wife’. Which incidentally i don’t mind at all, because there comes a point in a woman’s life where she realizes that basically being regarded or referred to as a ‘slut’ is actually a form of a back-handed compliment. Why? Because it means she has the power sexually.  And i suppose that’s what it comes down to: power, liberation, and the feeling of self-confidence it brings, is possibly the nearest i can come to describing it. The knowledge that i have the power of choice and that it’s me who makes the decision. What i mean by this is, that women by their very gender, live their whole lives through, bearing up to the judgement and reaction in other peoples eyes …. other women especially.

We know what a man thinks about us by the way he looks at us. Men don’t really disguise their thoughts terribly well. But unless a man is going to actually physically assault a woman and take what he wants that way, which doesn’t make him much of a man really, does it. Then any granting of permissions, as i call it, is entirely down to the woman.

It’s her choice. A woman’s decision.

We have the power. Women are the ones who get to choose. And i suppose being involved in this lifestyle, proves that especially.

That isn’t to say that this is just a subliminal power game or anything like that, because there are obviously moments it really is just about the enjoyment of some very pleasurable carnal lust and sexual fulfillment. The majority of times actually, i would say it really is just about the excitement of feeling a man, albeit a stranger on top of you … or behind you, fucking you hard, just because he wants to fuck you and you want him to as well. You don’t have to know his name, his circumstances, what he’s doing tomorrow, it’s not about that. It’s the excitement of two people with probably two very different lives and in reality very little in common otherwise, just fucking. A moment of blissful unreality.

That ends when you put the key in the door, walk in the hall, hear the kids screaming at each other, see the bills piled up, and start making the evening meal.

Read about how I got into the slutwife lifestyle! http://simplysxy.com/articles/2015/01/12/how-i-got-into-the-slut-wife-lifestyle/

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SimplySxy kicks off this 6 Part special featuring Mrs G, beginning with how she got into the slutwife lifestyle.

Well it wasn’t a conscious lifestyle decision, that I suddenly woke up one morning and decided upon, that’s for sure.

It started by degrees, i suppose that’s the easiest way of describing it.

I’ve always worn stockings and suspenders, and my hubby has a serious stocking and leg fetish. When we first started dating many, many years ago now, he couldn’t believe his luck because, and I think it’s safe to say, all his previous girlfriends had worn tights/pantyhose.

He said he’d found the perfect girl and who was I to argue. After we’d been married a good few years, while we were making love, he used to like to talk about me flashing my legs at other men, and I didn’t mind because it got him excited, so I went along with it. Then it progressed to talking about me letting other men feel me up, until we were regularly talking about other men having me.

Usually in the back seat of a car, or in an alleyway. which at the time, although we didn’t know it then, would prove to be very prophetic words indeed. I’d make up little stories about how I’d been chatted up somewhere, usually by an older gentleman, because that was something that turned me on as well … in our little stories it’d taken place at a pub, or while i was out doing the shopping, or while at work, then I’d make something up about how i ended up letting them have sex with me … despite me being a married woman who should be ashamed of herself for letting something like that happen.

I think I probably got as much out of being a naughty girl sexually, as hubby did having a wife who imaginary strayed. I don’t know if all this was normal sexual foreplay, but I have read about things like that a lot in magazines or in television lifestyle documentaries since, where couples talk about their sex lives and fantasies. So maybe we were only being normal? I honestly don’t know.  From there, it went to me being ‘persuaded’ to go out in skirts a little too short and heels a little too high, and to sitting in coffee bars and restaurants accidentally revealing a little too much leg, showing off my stocking tops and suspender clips.

It probably sounds very tame and restrained compared to what I get up to now. But at the time, it was like our version of the moon landing … a giant leap for the married-kind. We’d both get so very turned on at our, at the time ‘outrageous and daring antics’, that we’d often celebrate with a quickie or a blow-job on the way home in the car, down a back lane, or parked at the back of a remote car park somewhere to relieve the passion. So that, in a nutshell I suppose, is how we first dipped our collective toes in the water of marital consensual adultery, without really knowing or planning where it would lead to later.

And from there, eventually things progressed, to me one day willingly consenting to giving sex outside of marriage a try. Which I eventually did, and have been doing regularly ever since, with hubby’s full support and approval.

If you’d asked me about the prospect of me ever being the person I am now or of the possibility of me willingly embracing this lifestyle when I first met my future husband, or even a good number of years after we first got married. I can honestly say, i don’t think it’s either something I ever thought about or probably would have considered doing. And yet here I am now, openly talking about it like this. It just goes to show, never take anything or yourself for granted. Given the right circumstances or motivation, I think we can all change over time, until eventually we become the person we were probably always meant to be.

Stay tuned next week for Part 2 of 6 when Mrs G shares what she loves most about being a Slutwife!

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