Becoming a Single Slut Part 1 | 2016

Preface: As per my username, my stories are not generally morally good. Most of them waffle on about details without a lot of sex-parts, but I've decided to post them to get them out. Hopefully, as I get closer to present day in memory, I'll be able to remember more of the sexual intercourse. If you are offended by horrible morals, I'd probably avoid these stories. In one way or another, I am a cheating bastard. This is an introductory story about how I went from my previous two stories to another place in my life, through an affair. Essentially this is one long introduction to what is to come

My Origin Story and my first story were about the early years of my relationship with Caitlin. After Kat, our life changed dramatically, although I continued to lust after women I found a great technique for self-preservation: Masturbation. Have a wank and the sex-drive is quietened, the urge to fuck anything dulled. Additionally, Caitlin and I got ourselves into swinging in an attempt to be sexually adventurous. It was like dating and one-night-stands combined. Exciting, dangerous, risky, frustrating. If you think it's extremely hard to find one person interested to fuck, try getting two couples all interested in each other. It only takes one person to say No and you're out some fun.

My relationship with Caitlin dramatically improved. Funny how good things can be when you don't actually fucking cheat on your partner, eh? Part of it was that, but I also fucked off my unhealthy friends (the ones from the previous stories) who were convincing me to commit crimes, do drugs and become a general scrub of a person. Getting rid of them improved my outlook on life, pretty much. Eventually we also got sick of swinging and life started becoming a little monotonous.

Years went by. I moved jobs, we moved houses, Caitlin moved from a Degree to honours. I ended up proposing because it "seemed to be the right thing to do". I look back now and think of how quickly time shifted between being a late teenager doing all sorts of wild, stupid shit and being in my early and mid-twenties. Just a reminder that Caitlin and I just were not compatible in a healthy sense. She had some mental health issues that I did not handle well at all. It soured us a little bit and started a downward trend. I think we both did love each other, but we also damaged each other through an inability to handle conflict healthily, lack of respect, irrational mistrust that persisted and my lack of patience for it. We very slowly began to drift apart, such that I see it now, but didn't then.

If you'd like an example, Caitlin and I agreed that we should have a long engagement as we had not yet set ourselves up financially and could not handle the cost of a marriage and honeymoon. The choice was have a small cheap wedding or wait. We initially chose to wait. But Caitlin would bring forth the date. Then she was dress shopping. And planning an extravagant honeymoon. We endlessly argued, me arguing about our plans and our money woes, blind to my wife-to-be's wishes, and she would argue about marriage plans, blind to my woes about money. We became centered on ourselves and forgot why we were together.

One day I liked a coworkers profile picture she posted. We started talking ... and flirting. At work it became an escape from a boring engagement and relationship and we would talk on messenger about wanting to get away and lay in each others arms. Escapism is great for unhappy girls, married or not, I've discovered. But I digress. I was much more wise to how to keep a side girl secret from a main girl who suspects every move. I fucked up though when I tried to do what I did with Emma with my coworker, Jess. I made out with her in the back room. I thought it was the start to a potential fling.

Remember the phrase loose lips sink ships? You'll love the convoluted way I got caught, my reader. Caitlin was friends with a girl, A who was friends with another girl, B who had a sister, C who was a joint coworker and friend of Jess. Jess told sister C we made out. Sister C told B who was like, wait a fucking minute and asked girl A and yep, the exciting way I got caught. Holy shit though did Caitlin explode. She was right too, perhaps, but she came into work screaming, literally screaming. Now I'm a retail worker, I started in retail and I'm still in it today. So there are public shoppers about, coworkers, bosses. It's fucking awkward. I tell her to go home and we'll discuss it later. I had the full intention of crawling home and apologising profusely to my wife-to-be. But she stayed and made a scene. Eventually one of my coworkers comes to my aid and we work together until I eventually hide out the back. The course of that shift I think about everything I've done wrong, but how I've always been unhappy with her. I don't know what I'm thinking, I wouldn't propose unless I wanted to, right? It was only a fucking kiss!

When I get home, I'm locked out of my own house. I make a scene because I'm angry man and she lets me in. Because we have opposing conflict strategies and don't understand how to keep calm and talk, we fight. I don't remember any extreme details about this crap. I can't give you dialogue. Shit breaks, she hits me (its not new) and I push her (also not new) and she escapes to go to her mums. I'm exhausted from working and fighting and the stress of it all. I collapse into bed. The next day I wake, I walk around the house. It's quiet and empty. There are relics of our life here. But something in me has snapped, nothing here has any meaning to me any more.

I get the things that are important to me; clothes, photos, computer and my dog and I leave. My parents take me in, I don't even need to tell them what's happened, they know. They've been waiting for this day. I assume Caitlin is a fucking mess when she finds out I've left, I don't know, my parents talk to her parents. I don't particularly care.

A few months go by. I've slowly pieced myself back together. It's fucking hard being single after years and years of having someone else next to you 24/7. You don't know if you enjoy something because you enjoy it, or because your partner did. Doing things remind you of them so sometimes its better just to do nothing. I did the whole delete facebook, gym up, hit the lawyer thing (before it was a meme too) and found myself becoming a pretty cool bachelor. Of course, I kept banging Caitlin during this time cause we kept convincing each other that "it was just sex". It was some of the hottest fucking we ever did:

I went over for dinner once. I don't remember what she cooked, I didn't really care. It was weird being in that home, but I didn't want to burn my bridges. I wanted to try and at least be civil to each other. And so here I was sitting in my old house with my old wife-to-be making conversation about how life was as a single person. I don't know how it happened, one of us made a joke about endless masturbation and the other agreed. Another joke about masturbating using the other person as a sex toy. Go on then .. it was like a dare. We scrambled into the bedroom and I pushed her against the bed. It'd been like 4 months since I'd had pussy and I just had to fucking get it. Her giant round ass was on the end of the bed and I commanded her to hold her legs in the air. I virtually ripped her pants off her legs and went to town. I licked every part of that womans inner thigh, ass and pussy area. I just wanted to physically feel the flesh on my tongue. When I finally got to the lips of her puss, they were squeezed together, tight with precum juice welling out of the bottom and drooling into her ass. I'd never seen her this wet. It was disgustingly erotic. I dove in and just ATE. I don't often FUCK but that's exactly what we were doing. I didn't lick her out, I ate her out. I didn't finger her, I fingerbanged that pussy. She came hard. All over me. Gentle squirts that flooded down her ass onto the bed. She asked for my dick and I roughly stripped. We got on the bed and into positions that were stupidly familiar. But this time it was a game of how hard and fast we could bring ourselves to completion. The way she wanted me, the way she enjoyed me, I couldn't help but think to myself I would still be in this house had we had a passion like what we were sharing now. I stretched her into the extremes of the familiar positions trying to take her to her limits. We banged and banged and banged until I finally exploded and everything became too familiar and too cosy. It is extremely weird that you fuck an ex - a person you have decided that it doesn't work with - because they are familiar and cosy and you know what they need and they can give you what you need. At the end of it all it just starts to feel awkward... You either fall into the trap of becoming familiar lovers again, or it becomes painful to get dressed and leave.

She decided to move halfway around the world. I knew I would miss the rare sex we had, and the occasionally hangouts we had, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me. It was just too easy to go back than do the work on finding other partners. The problems were still there though, she tried fighting with me about what I did when she wasn't around .. who I saw, if I didn't anything. It was hilarious. And stupid.

When Caitlin moved around the world, I became available. And boy did I allow myself to cause some trouble.... but that's for Part II