How I realized I’m a slut.. [FM]

I had been online friends with a cute American guy for a few years. He was a little younger than me, but still very attractive and very much my type, so after some time, we agreed to meet. It was supposed to be platonic as other than some mild flirting and compliments, we never discussed sex or anything. He always wanted to visit my country but didn’t want to go the traditional tourist route. I was going to show him around my town and some of its history. It is a smaller town so most of the neat stuff to do around here isn’t going to be found on a tourist website or anything.

The day comes, my best friend and I drive into the city to pick him up from the airport. Long story short (I can elaborate if anyone wants to hear it), he comes back to my house and we spend the majority of the two weeks he was here in bed. We had a natural chemistry that didn’t really come through until we were together. He’s tall, kinda muscular but not one of those freaks, and he is particularly well endowed below the belt. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, but I had never seen one like that in person.

This became a regular tradition. He’d visit once or twice a year, we would make a list of things to do and maybe get through 1 or two because we were too enthralled with each other. This continued for 3 years. People talked, but nobody knew we were fucking. I told myself I wasn’t a slut. After all, I had only slept with him and one other person during that time. A slut is a woman that sleeps with many men…right? Well maybe.

On his end, he had seen girls but it was never anything serious. Until one day. He met a girl that he really liked, and would eventually fall in love with. I felt conflicted. I was happy that he found someone to fill a need I was unable to, but I assumed it would be the end of our thing. For a while, it was. We skipped a year, and went from talking most of the day every day to a few times a week.

One day he told me he’d like to visit me again, but this time purely as friends and that he missed spending time with me. I agreed instantly, fully knowing that I was going to do everything I could to get that dick – even one last time. Looking back, I think he knew that too.

He talked his girlfriend into letting him go. I talked to her on Skype a few times to help her be more comfortable with it. I explained that I’ve known him for years and that she’s been a good thing for him. It wasn’t a lie, but I remember feeling dishonest anyway. Yet I didn’t care. I keep going back to that. The fact that its wrong only made me crave it more.

The day came, we hugged first thing and it took a lot to resist kissing him right there in the airport. The first couple of days were awkward. The tension was there, and it was like we were afraid to touch each other at all… but one night, we shared some wine and he confessed how much he craved me. He even recounted the time he had to bite his tongue to avoid saying my name when he was fucking her. He said she just doesn’t do it for him sexually. By this point, he was holding back tears. I tried my best to comfort him, which just led to kissing and feeling each other up. I told him that I just wanted to make him happy, not break them up.

After some convincing, he agreed to let me strip and suck his dick. I crawled onto his lap and gave him a little show as I took my clothes off. I kissed him and worked my way down to his dick. I pulled his pants down and started doing my thing.

I just felt so complete. So happy. There’s a certain feeling that I only get from sex that nothing else remotely compares to. Realizing that his girlfriend was at home, probably wondering what adventures he’s getting up to and having no idea that I’m running my lips and tongue all over the his dick was such a turn on.

One thing led to another and we were fucking again. That night was the most passionate sex I’ve ever experienced. We didn’t bother using any protection and it’s honestly a miracle I didn’t get pregnant that night.

I talked to his girlfriend on the phone with him later that night. I could hear the love she had for him in her voice. That’s when it hit me. I’m a slut, and the worst kind…

We continued meeting up until covid shut down most travel to my country, but we were able to meet up again last month. He brought his girlfriend this time, and she’s really great…. but it didn’t stop us from sneaking off to fuck every chance we got.

Am I a bad person? Probably. Am I slut? Definitely.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rih6kn/how_i_realized_im_a_slut_fm