[F] How a suburban housewife decided to record audio porn and embrace my inner slut

In my late teens, I was a virginal Christian girl with a secret–I wanted to have constant, rabid, filthy sex. I wanted to be fucked in every position imaginable. I wanted to suck cock until he begged for mercy. I wanted his cum all over my body. I wanted to be worshiped and adored, but also tied up, spanked, bitten, and used. Oh, and I was saving myself for marriage, of course. I just didn’t quite know how all of that worked yet.

I blinked, and found myself in my thirties. Experience had altered my beliefs and expanded my worldview. Grad school finished, suburbia, kids, and a ten year anniversary that neither of us had energy to plan for. He had never been much for experimentation. Our sex life was dead. I had gained weight over time, and I knew he found me less attractive this way, so he rarely initiated. I had certainly never pictured my inner slut with a loose stomach.
But she was there. She wasn’t an inner anything. She was me.

And at night (and on the way to work, and in the office, and doing housework), I was listening to audio porn on Reddit. And it made me feel amazing. I came to see my curves as assets, and my appetites as average. The more orgasms I had, the more I wanted. I tried to include my husband in my new experiences, but he wasn’t interested. I needed more. So I found myself recording some audio porn myself. Timidly, when no one was home, certain that no one would listen. They’d hear that I was overweight. They’d hear that I didn’t have any confidence.

If they did, they didn’t care. After years of almost constant fantasies, I’d gotten pretty good at dirty talk. I’d lie in bed, start recording, and run my hands over my naked body. I’d sigh as I pinched and squeezed my tits. I need this, I’d murmur. I need your cock inside me. I’d usually use a vibrator, too. You could hear how aroused I was when I slipped it into my warm, throbbing pussy. As I began to thrust it in and out, my body would convulse in pleasure and more velvety wetness would cover the ribbed silicone shaft. Can you hear me fucking myself? Can you hear how much I want it? I’d lift my creamy fingers to my mouth and suck them, imagining they were someone else’s. I’d imagine a man kneeling over me, stroking his cock above my face. I’d talk about all the desperate things I wanted to do, how I wanted him to tease me with his cock, asking if I wanted to suck it. Asking if I could take it all in my mouth. Imagining my saliva dripping down the shaft and my tongue teasing around the head. I’d cum, moaning and whimpering and gasping. I’d post it, and people liked it. And that gave me a lot of fucking confidence.

I got messages and comments from listeners, but I didn’t respond to them because I didn’t want it to feel like infidelity…until one day. I was out of town for work, and got a message from a man who recorded audios, too. It was polite, complimentary, and I answered in kind. We messaged back and forth for a while. I was getting dressed to leave my hotel room for the day, when a link to an audio file appeared in my inbox. I grabbed my bag and headphones, and headed toward the elevator. I played it as I walked down the sidewalk.

I need you to focus on your work today, his voice murmured in my ear. Whatever you do, don’t think about how hard you’re making me this morning. Don’t think about what we would be doing if I was there, too.

By the time I arrived at the conference center, my panties were soaking wet. Heart pounding, I dipped into an empty alcove and lifted my mic to my lips.

Focus? I purred back. Of course. I’m focused. It’s not unprofessional to walk around this wet, is it?

He responded almost immediately. Let me see.

I looked around. The alcove was a small lounge area with an open arched entrance, but no one around. I slipped my hand into my panties and pulled my fingers out, slick and sweet. I sent him a pic of them against the garishly patterned carpet of the conference center. I couldn’t go around all day like this, could I? I knew I couldn’t cum in the bathroom–I’m too loud–so how was I meant to sit around all day like this without cumming?

As it turned out, I didn’t.

I know this is slightly different from the norm, so let me know if you want me to keep going!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nnbiif/f_how_a_suburban_housewife_decided_to_record