Re: The submissive slut within

Thanks for resurrecting this thread, Paul. I can totally relate to the original posting. My wife responds to aggressive, arrogant men in the same fashion. In fact, that’s how I was initially able to get with her, and make her my girlfriend in college. We became quite serious and exclusive, and after nine months together, we were both heartbroken to be separated during summer break, because I had to leave town for a few months to earn some cash. Upon my return back to college, I was totally unprepared for my girlfriends tearful confession of infidelity with two different guys while we were apart. I was extremely furious and hurt, and broke up with her, but couldn’t stop thinking about her. Eventually I realize that I truly loved her, and got back together with her. A few weeks later I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about her with those guys. She had told me that on both occasions she had been out with friends at a bar, and aggressive, older guys had kept pestering her, even after she told them she had a serious boyfriend. They wouldn’t go away, they told her how sexy she was, kept buying her drinks. Eventually, she became compliant and accepted rides with them. At this point they knew they had her, and in both instances they ended up taking my young girlfriend bareback. (At this point in our relationship I had never taken her bareback since she was not on birth control and I wanted to be responsible by always using condoms) Upon hearing this story, it became suddenly clear to me that of course, this is how she responds sexually. It’s the same pattern of how she reacted to me the first time we met, and matched the stories she told me about sexual trysts she had before we were together. She was quite relieved and turned on to find that this sexual proclivity of hers excited me to no end. Soon all our bedroom talk and fantasies involved her with other men. Eventually I would tell her she had my permission and encouragement to take advantage of any sexual situation that might come up, whether or not I was around. Six months later we were engaged. During our engagement, I had the thrill, and privilege of driving a car while my fiancé was taken in the back seat by my best friend. Once we were married, I enjoyed putting my young wife in situations where she would be in the prime hunting grounds of aggressive, dominant males. I loved to sit surreptitiously in the dark corner of some club or hotel bar, watching my young wife perched sexily on top of a bar stool, waiting for the approach of men on the prowl. In the early days she would admit to being quite nervous and uncomfortable as we would prepare to enter the club separately. Her consolation was the knowledge that she really didn’t have to do anything except sit on a bar stool, have a drink, look sexy, and let nature take its course. She knew that she would enjoy the attention of strange men telling and showing her that she was sexually desirable, and, at the same time she would be pleasing her husband by fulfilling his fantasies.          The original poster described watching his wife in this situation, thinking of the men in the bar like vultures flocking to a free meal. I remember watching my wife walking into a dark bar, taking her place on a bar stool, and thinking about a wildlife photographer who ties a lamb to a tree, then watches secretly from a blind as lions approach to take the bait.    It would be mesmerizing to watch the body language from across the room as my wife would slowly submit to the skillful aggression of some cocky, loudmouth alpha male, on and off the dance floor. The kind of guy that would not only cut you off in traffic, but give you the finger at the same time. How completely thrilling it would be on those occasions when I would watch some stranger walk out of the bar with my young life in tow. Like watching the lion disappear into the forest with the lamb in its jaws, you knew he was about to devour the bait. My wife would be taken out to a car, or up to his hotel room depending on our location. On one memorable evening, I was able to secretly follow my wife and her lover-to-be as they left the hotel bar and made their way to the elevators. As I watched him take my young wife in his arms and fill her mouth with his tongue, I thought for a fleeting moment about walking up to the elevator, and getting in with them, acting like just another patron at the hotel. I didn’t have the balls. I just stood there, my mouth was dry, my face was flushed and burning, my hands shaking, as they stepped into the elevator. I saw the doors close behind them and watched as the little yellow light stopped on the ninth floor….. The lions lair

After our daughter was born, my wife would go out on weekends while I stayed home to babysit, hoping mommy would come home with a naughty story about some aggressive stranger who had the power to release the submissive slut within her.