If it's true that confidence is sexy, then I was the sexiest redhead to grace the planet. At least that's how I felt as I found a new perspective toward life. My affairs had woken up something that laid dormant inside me. I had acquired a swagger and I was more self-assured.

I developed a "no one could stop me, take no prisoners" attitude.  My inhibitions subsided as I realized sex could be noncommital. I morphed from a shy lass into a voracious hellcat. My appetite for unbridled fornication went unchecked as I looked for more varied outlets and partners.

I began dressing sexier and took more pride in my appearance. I became more fashion conscious as I looked for provocative styles of dress. I exchanged dress slacks for skirts and flats for heels. If I wore stockings I made sure they were thigh high in case a boy got a glimpse. I wanted his eyes to peer at my legs, up the length of my stockings to the bare skin. If he was cute I would nonchalantly part my legs to show him what panties I was wearing that day.

My conservative shirts were forsaken for lower cut tops. I was proud of my chest and relished in thought as guys would sneak peeks. I did everything I could to improve my image and make myself desirable to others. I aspired to be a seductress.

I also started a diet and exercise regimen to help achieve my goals. Though I carried my weight well, I wanted to shed a few pounds to help accentuate my curves. I would walk in the evenings around my neighborhood explicitly wearing the shortest of shorts. I'd purposely choose a shirt that helped highlight my cup size.

I had hoped my attire or lack thereof would attract a few of the men in the area. As I walked I secretly hoped to be taken by one or more of the yearning gentlemen. I'd imagined being grabbed off the street as I exercised and would be lead to a secluded area where I fantasized that I was made to perform the most salacious acts possible. My depravity had no bounds.

Frederick and I increased our get-togethers as time went on. We were fucking like newlyweds up to four times a month. The sleaziness I felt as I had sex with Fred couldn't be discounted. The excitement of cheating and the rush of adrenaline as he fucked me was too intoxicating to ignore. I was addicted to his penis and I actively begged for it.

Consequently though, the more we did it the quicker the novelty wore off. Don't get me wrong, the sex was fantastic but I wanted to be desired by someone new and exciting. The feeling of being a "shiny new toy" to be played with and put away for another day was what I desired. Fred and I had gotten too familiar and I was getting bored.

I continued to satisfy my husband's needs although I fantasized about other things. When we were intimate, I did my best to change things up. I got bolder each time with new and creative variations. I incorporated toys, costumes and other assorted gimmicks into our bedroom activities. I did my best to imitate what I had seen in adult films.

When it was over I still felt like things were lacking. I missed the degradation of being used. I wanted to be fucked, to feel violated, to feel like a used up whore. I couldn't get those feelings from the man who worshiped me no matter what I did. I started thinking I might have to find various partners for my escapades. One person can't be all things to all people, right?

I didn't want empty promises and commitments all I wanted was licentious sex. I had succumbed to those feelings with those two black guys and I wanted to feel that way again. With a firm grasp of my desires, I embarked on a journey for new playmates. I began my search with dating sites but I would strike out.

I shamelessly called up former boyfriends to see if there was a spark. The most I got from my trip through nostalgia was a series of phone sex sessions with one former flame. Talk about disappointing. Undaunted I hunted various other websites which led me to Craigslist. I replied to one posting and anxiously awaited a response. I sat at my PC waiting on this mystery man to reply back, I was horny and in need and was willing to fuck.

While I awaited my email I began looking at the numerous adult themes on a tube site. As I searched for something that would entice me, I found an advertisement for an online community called "Utherverse."  The ad showed avatars in sexual positions and as I read the description of the game I decided to try it.

My thinking at the time was maybe it could fill the void until I found a new lover. I followed the link where I was prompted to sign up and create a profile. I filled out every field being as truthful as possible though I had no expectations. I figured I could hide behind a fictional persona but why? Whoever I met was going to get the complete unhinged Vanessa, quirks and all.

My introduction to this game was lackluster, to say the least. I found out early on that I had a basic account and it prohibited certain things. The things that prompted me to join up in the first place, like the interactive sex. In order to unlock the full potential, I would have to buy a subscription. I weighed the options and decided to buy a single month's subscription to try the game out. I didn't think the twenty dollar price tag was too much to ask. Besides the guy from Craigslist never responded and I was disappointed. 

Now that I had access to the VIP status I could actually play as I wanted. I explored the regions within the game looking for some kind of interaction. I couldn't even get the time of day. I was just another noobie in the crowd and I didn't stand out. I began noticing other people's avatars and mine paled in comparison. The majority were "dolled up" and for being cartoons they looked very attractive. Mine needed a severe makeover. After learning how to create a sexy virtual version of myself, I went to work on my toon. I spent that afternoon creating a brand new virtual me.

Once I was happy with the end result of my creation I was on the prowl. I visited the various venues within the game. I chatted with people from across the globe and made a few online friends. Any moment I could log into this diversion I would. Every time I would log in, I would always find something new and exciting. I was forgetting all about my prior liaisons and became obsessed with this game. I would take my laptop to work and log in. I would find new people to talk with and flirt heavily with anyone who caught my eye.

One afternoon I had logged in at work but got sidetracked by the phone. I had missed a private message sent to me and when I responded he had logged off. I went to check his profile and the first thing I saw was Texas. I thought,"well this is promising, some common ground at least." I continued to read his page and decided to send him a friend request. No harm in making new pals right?

A couple of days later I was logged into the game and I noticed he accepted my friend request. I immediately sent him a message and we began to talk. The hours of my day slipped away as we chatted. We continued talking until I had to leave the office for my trek home. We made plans to meet up again in the virtual world later that evening. I had enjoyed my discussion with my new friend so much, I ignored a text by Frederick.

At home, I carried on like normal though secretly I wanted to sneak off and meet my new friend in cyberspace. I told my family I had brought work home and needed seclusion for the duration of the evening. After dinner and tucking my kiddo in bed I hid away in another room. I was anxious to see my new online buddy and to see where our discussions would go. It seemed like an eternity before my new pal got into the game. We chatted for a couple of hours but flirted mostly. As the night went on I realized I would soon have to log out. I got bold and asked him to take my "cyber virginity". He was all too happy to oblige.

We went through the limited motions the game had to offer. The avatars do the work with pre-programmed actions but it is the person behind the screen who conveys what's really going on. I would equate it to cybersex chat on steroids. So I did my best to make him cum. I detailed what I would be doing had I been there in his presence. As we were playing I began to rub on my pussy. We carried on until both of us had climaxed. Speaking from experience, typing and masturbating simultaneously is difficult. I have yet to master that.

I went to bed content and thought hard about what just happened. I didn't even know his real name but I had decided I would send him a message to find out more details about him. I wanted to know what fetishes he enjoyed and what was off limits. I wanted to tailor an experience around his desires. As much fun as I was having I wanted to be his "go-to girl."

A few more days passed and I had gotten the info I was looking for. He had supplied me with all his stats, likes and dislikes, hobbies and such. I had asked him his penis size. I was planning to buy a dildo comparable to him to make it feel more realistic to me. He told me not to buy a toy but rather come and play with his. It was an intriguing thought. We were fairly close considering the scope of the internet. I played it cool and told him I might just do that.

Wow, the tide had turned. What started out as anonymous fun behind a keyboard became a chance to play in real life. I'm not going to lie, I was all in. Again I was making plans to cheat on my husband. I had resided to the fact I was addicted to sex and I was, in fact, looking for varied partners. I'm a liar and a cheat and I was OK with that. I was shameless and unapologetic and I didn't care. I just had to make sure my family was shielded.

I agreed to meet when I knew I could manage it. I just couldn't dash out the door on a whim, this took planning. We swapped phone numbers and would talk frequently. We shared secrets and fantasies and our chats became a daily ritual. I especially enjoyed our rush hour conversations where I would describe what I would do to him. I would arouse him so much, he claimed he was forced to take matters into his own hands while driving. I had to remind him that the cock he was playing with was mine and to take good care of it.

We had decided on a day to meet. Again I blew off work to go fuck someone I hardly knew. I had told my husband a small lie that I had an out of town meeting. I wasn't lying in the conventional sense, I just omitted the part where I had decided to sleep with this guy. As each mile passed I got more anxious. I wondered how he was in bed. Did he have the prowess I was looking for? Could he satisfy me and my urges? Every dirty thought rushed through my mind.

Arriving at his house, I was a bit nervous. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect but I knew what I wanted. I had driven an hour west to have sex and I hoped it was worth the mileage. I told myself if it sucked I'd need to find someone closer. Every step toward the door was one of anticipation.

With each step, I unbuttoned my top and unclasped my bra. I wanted to make sure one of the first things he saw were my tits. I opened up my shirt and tucked my bra into my purse. I stood there on his doorstep with my breasts hanging out ringing the doorbell. I giggled to myself wondering if the neighbors got a peek. I hoped they liked the view.

Upon opening the door he got an eye full just as I wanted. He ushered me into the house before his neighbors saw anything. He was cuter in person than his pictured showed. Right at six feet tall and an average build liken to anyone you'd meet. He had shaggy blonde hair, goatee, and both ears pierced. He looked like a mix between a surfer and rocker. Not too shabby, I approved wholeheartedly.

He invited me in and showed me to the living room. We sat on the sofa and chatted a bit exchanging glances and kisses as we talked. His kisses were passionate but tender. I was already raving mad when I got there and his kissing made me worse. I had an idea to really get things going. I asked him to take pictures of me as I undressed. Something I could never ask my husband to do without explaining why I wanted them.

Sean got his phone out and began snapping various pics of me as I disrobed. I would stand provocatively while removing articles of clothing. Once undressed I stepped to him removing his clothes. I peeled off his garments and when he was naked I slid down to my knees. I took his penis in my hand and toyed with it for a while. I wanted him nice and hard. I could feel his erection growing in the palm of my hand. I urged him to keep taking photographs as I began to give him a blowjob. Yes, I have gotten more daring.

I reached out and cupped his balls, my fingernails dancing over his sack. My mouth took his seven inches with no trouble. I devoured his penis to the hilt, every inch. My lips suctioned around him as my head bobbed up and down. I slobbered all over his penis as he filled my mouth with his skin. I would suck him near completion then abruptly stop.

When I felt like he'd settled down I'd begin again. While I was sucking him off he was shooting pics of me in a very compromised position. I was loving every bit of this. It was dirty, slutty, shameless and I was loving it. These feelings were what I had been wanting.

He stopped filming and pulled me to my feet. He suggested we go to the bedroom where we could get comfortable. I begged him to keep taking photographs. He led me to his room and showed me the bed while taking more pics of me. Sean beckoned me to get on the bed and gave me pose suggestions. I did as he instructed. The more he urged me on the more my inhibitions faded away. The more he requested the hotter I got. As time went on I was getting more and more lascivious in my poses. I was proud of myself.

When we got bored with our photo session, I suggested he join me on the bed. We had an afternoon of rabid sex. We let our bestial instincts take over. No emotions, no thoughts just plain old fucking. He was the consummate lover. He savagely took what he wanted. First, he obliterated my pussy hammering me until he came. Once he got his second wind, he took me anally. I had never let my husband back there and there I was giving in to a guy I barely knew. It was a sweet pain but I loved it. 

He brought me to heights I never knew existed. I had a barrage of orgasms that exceeded the ones prior. He would cum and in a few minutes was ready for another round. We fucked one another for that entire day. Up to that point, I had never come so much even with my husband.

When our day ended, we swore to get together again. I had decided there was no way in hell I was losing contact with this guy. He was that damn good. I had a lot of fun and climaxed several times that day. My pussy was red, puffy and sore. I was covered in cum, I smelled of sweat and sex, this was better than any fantasy I ever had. This was how I wanted to feel all the time. The euphoria from my multiple orgasms was like a drug. I was hooked and I knew then that this was the lifestyle I wanted to live. 

When I got home luckily the house was empty. I needed a shower desperately to wash away all evidence that I had been with another man. I went on the rest of my evening as if nothing happened. I sat with my husband watching TV though I began to miss talking to Sean. I decided to go to bed early and talk to him the next day. I tossed and turned trying to find sleep. As fate would have it, I got a text from Sean wanting me to log into the game.

God, I wanted to badly but my husband was still wide awake. I told him what was going on and how I couldn't. An hour or so passed and another text. It was Sean again asking me if I have ever eaten pussy.

What a funny question to ask. I hadn't even considered cheating until I met Frederick. Now I'm being asked if I was bisexual. I won't lie, with the number of adult videos I had watched, the thought had crossed my mind. To a lesser degree, girl on girl porn did arouse me although I wasn't sure if I could. I had never considered women as potential lovers.

This brought a new dynamic in my proclivities. I let the text go unanswered and I laid there contemplating about the possibilities of being with a woman. I played out a fantasy in my head and found myself getting horny again. I decided to taste myself to see if I could go through with it.

As my thoughts ran wild, my hands slipped down between my legs. I began rubbing the fabric over my clit. I imagined some faceless woman sitting on my head forcing me to lick her dry. The more I envisioned the wetter I got. I dreamt of my tongue encircling her clit before slipping into her hole. She would writhe upon my face as my tongue fucked her sweet little pussy. My imagination went wild as my fingers slipped into my waistband and found my aching pussy. I rubbed myself to another climax deciding then to lick my fingers.

Pussy is pussy as long as its owner is hygienic, I assumed. I stuck three fingers in my mouth tasting myself for the first time ever. I wouldn't even kiss my husband after he went down on me. Yet, there I was licking the ooze off my fingers. It wasn't bad I just preferred semen. I savored the taste and decided, yeah I could definitely do that. It would be a rare thing but boys like that sort of thing. I saw it as one more thing I could incorporate into my bag of tricks. Before I fell asleep I returned Sean's text and told him we'd talk the next day.

The next afternoon I called Sean on my lunch hour and he explained his plan. He met a girl in the game who was bisexual and he wanted a threesome. To me, it was a no-brainer because to be with Sean again I would have given the moon. I wanted my pussy pounded and I wanted him back into my ass. Whatever he wanted from me it was his. I let him explain his plan not letting on that it was already decided.

We made a three-way call to his friend and discussed details during the rest of my lunch break. We had set a date and decided on a hotel to meet up at. All we needed to do was wait. In the days leading up to meeting Abi and Sean, we talked constantly and we agreed this would be fun.

The day came and I began having second thoughts about what I was planning to do. I had cheated with three different men and was about to drag a woman into my desires. I continued to lie to my husband with little remorse. I had risked unprotected sex and pregnancy for an orgasm. I had dressed somewhat seductively to arouse nameless men. I had unsavory fantasies and I was risking a lot for a cheap thrill. God, I needed help.

I started up my Jeep and drove to the agreed upon the hotel. I went ahead and paid for the room while I waited for my friends. I was torn inside. Should I stay or should I go? Since I paid for the room, and I was wholly and solely responsible for any damages, I figured I better stay.

My passionate thoughts again got the better of me no matter how hard I fought. I wanted Sean in me again. I wanted to try some lesbian action with Abigail. This chance may never come again, it was now or never. My friends came through the hotel lobby arm in arm. We hugged each other like long lost friends. I'm sure the hotel desk clerk saw it all. But hey, what can you do?

We got into the elevator and headed to the 4th floor. Inside the carriage, I took it upon myself to make the first move on Abigail and I passionately kissed her there under the security camera. It was sensual, passionate and fantastic. I'm sure the security guard got a thrill.

We found our door and entered the modest room. The three of us climbed on the bed and began making out with one another. I had never experienced a three-way kiss before but it is one of the sexiest things imaginable. The heat coming off our bodies was the culmination of days of teasing and anticipation. As our kissing continued our clothes began to peel off. Six hands fumbling to remove any article of clothing we could grasp. We groped, fondled and ravaged one another as we undressed. It didn't take long before our mouths began discovering uncovered flesh.

Sean jumped off the bed and grabbed his cell phone to take more pics. Abi and I kissed each other as he captured the memories on digital. She crawled on top of me and pressed her C cups against my DDs passionately kissing me like a long lost lover. Her thigh was pressed onto my pussy and I took the advantage and ground against her.

My lips worked their way down her throat and over to her collarbone. I gnawed on it as I slid my pussy along her thigh. I was able to slip an arm between us and managed to find her pussy waiting for me. I fingered her as I asked Sean to put the phone away and join us.

I whispered into Abi's ear to look at Sean's erection. It was like seven inches of hardened steel with a nice bulbous head. Its veins were bulging out the sides you could almost see the blood pulsating. She grabbed one of his arms and I nabbed the other pulling him down to us. With him on the bed, Abi and I shared oral duties.

She would lick one side and I'd lick the other. As our mouths met up at the head we would kiss and do it again. She would hold him still and feed me his dick and I would return the favor. We took turns sucking him until he was ready to cum, then we'd stop.

Abigail then turned her attention to me. She urged me to lay back and ran her tongue up my inner thigh and over to my pussy. She sucked my clit and slid two fingers in me. Her hand pumped in and out as her mouth ran over my mound. My hands found the back of her head and pushed her deeper into me. With my back arched, my thighs squeezed her head. She wasn't going anywhere until I came, I made damn sure of that.

I climaxed in her mouth with every bit of force I could muster. My legs released their grip and she came up panting for air. As she munched on my pussy my lips wrapped around Sean's cock sucking him near completion once again. He especially loved it when I moaned over his erection.

I told her it was my turn and had her straddle my face. As she dipped down on me I was all too eager to imitate what she had done to me. My hands reached up around her waist guiding her down on my head. My mouth seized her clit and I dragged my nails down her legs. As she tensed up she pushed back more onto my mouth. My tongue found its way into her hole and I let it swirl around. Meanwhile, my hands roamed all over her luscious body.

I continued to lick on her until I drove her into a frenzy. Once she squeezed her knees around my head I waited for the "gusher". And boy did she. She practically drowned me right there on the mattress. My hair, face, and neck were saturated in her climax.

Sean took the advantage of her laying on top of me to fuck her from behind. He barely gave the girl a chance to catch her breath. He hovered above my head while he penetrated her. I reached up and spread her pussy wide as he pounded away. My thumb rolled over her clit as Sean's cock slid in and out of her. I was amazed at seeing this close up.

He'd thrust forward and she'd push back against him. I had a front row seat to the action. I pulled out one of my arms and reached up to fondle his balls. I would cup them and I knew he was close to cumming, they were that tight.

The sound of skin slapping against skin got more intense. He was furiously fucking Abi to make her cum again. Her pants got deeper and with more frequency. Her moans were more noticeable and proceeded to get louder. She buried her head back between my thighs and ate on me again as she took that pounding. When she came on his cock she let out a nice loud yell right into my pussy. It was like a heated sonic boom. That was all the encouragement Sean needed to climax.

He pumped and pumped a great amount of semen into her. When he pulled out I reached up and took a hold of his cock. I brought his penis to my mouth and sucked it clean. Then I turned to Abi's leaking pussy and lapped up his ejaculate from her.

Abi rolled off of me and Sean fell over onto the bed. We were hot, sweaty and sticky. We laid there in a huddled mass of flesh all trying to catch a solid breath. Having been with Sean before I knew it wouldn't be long until he was ready to go again. I took hold of his penis and guided him to Abi's mouth. I left them alone to play together for I needed to wash my face.

I noticed the time and knew I needed to leave so I quietly got dressed in the bathroom. When I figured I was presentable again, I came out to let them know I had to leave. I still had a long drive home. As I kissed them both goodbye, I promised to do it again. Since all my barriers were broken now I had few reservations left.

That afternoon I had discovered that sexually I could identify as bi. I had always preferred men but a woman on occasion wouldn't be so bad. I wanted to tell my husband of my discovery but that would have raised more questions than I had answers. On the way home, I thought long and hard about how I could include my husband in my new found lifestyle. I had ideas but I needed to investigate them first.

True to form, when I got home no one was there. I took a quick shower and made a delicious family meal. After the kitchen was cleaned I went to join my husband on the sofa. He noticed a spring in my step and inquired how my meeting went. I told him it went very well and there might be some changes on the horizon.

 My quest for more eroticism leads me to cheat yet again. Not just with males but now with females. And trust me when I tell you, things are going to get a lot weirder. I can sense your gears working. No, its nothing too depraved so don't fret. No one gets hurt and no one permanently damaged. Just some consequences I never foresaw. The next story will finalize this introduction about who I am and what I've become. Then we can get to the juicy stories that people really want to hear. Isn't that fun? Sorry that my tales are long-winded but that's how I am. Whether or not you liked my story, drop me a note and let me know.

Hugs, Kisses and Naughty LixXx