My name is Chrissy Cox, and I made my husband a useless cuck. It all started when I was very young. I used to love being the center of attention when I was a little girl. I would sing and dance in public places making a spectacle of myself. Then in high school, it wasn’t always okay to act out. But I missed it. I missed the attention. I missed my audience’s adoration, so I started doing things that got me attention that was supposed to be unintended.

I would wear sheer tops without a camisole or bra, so my nipples were slightly visible. Sometimes, I would pull my shorts up so my bottom would peek out the back, or my pussy formed a camel toe. The boys loved it, and the girls reviled me for it. They were jealous of the attention that I was getting.

The names that the girls called me were cruel. Some called me a slut. Some called me a slob. But the name I liked the most was “Bimbo.” The word always brought Marilyn Monroe and Amy Winehouse to mind. I felt like it was a glamorous moniker. Unfortunately, that was the name that really upset my mom the most. She hated that word and I often wondered why being a Bimbo was worse than being a slut. I never did ask.

Anyway, When I went away to college, I became bolder, and I reveled in the hungry, lustful stares that I received. Even some of my college professors enjoyed gawking at my peekaboo antics. And despite my bimbo appearance and ditzy blonde act, I was able to maintain my virginity. Then I met Jeremy and the real beginning of my becoming a cock hungry slut.

Jeremy was a beautiful man. He was a tall, muscular guy with bushy, dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. He was from Oklahoma, and he had the cutest hillbilly accent you ever want to hear. I was in love the minute I heard him speak in my humanities class.

We dated for a while and on our third date, I gave him my flower, and it wasn’t that great. But I loved the man and we continued to go out and, eventually, the sex got better. I was actually enjoying it. I even looked forward to it sometimes. Especially when I had a lot of attention from my slutty outfits I got a charge, like from foreplay, when I could sense the lust some of the men who looked at me felt.

As things got more serious, Jeremy asked me to tone down my wardrobe and makeup, so men wouldn’t pay so much attention to me. But I explained to him that I dressed the way I did and wore such perfect makeup so that I could stick out and be noticed. I told him that he would not have given me a second glance if I were dressed in jeans and a baggy hoodie like all the other girls on campus.

After that he realized that he enjoyed watching men lust over me because I was his and his alone. I don’t like to say this, but he thought of me as a possession, not as a person. I was like a shiny, exotic sports car to him, and I liked it that way.

Okay, now you know how it started. My life would have been a relatively vanilla life that was spiced up by my questionable taste in clothing and my husband encouraging me to tease men. And life was exactly that in my junior year of college. Then during the spring break, I was put into a situation that changed my life.

Jeremy got a gig doing the sound systems at a beach bar and they offered him cash and a bedroom in this beach house that was right there on the beach. I mean it was like the most fantastic thing ever. So, we packed up and went to Daytona Beach for spring break.

That’s where it all started. The beach house that we got was amazing, but we shared it with this girl, Jessica, who was there on spring break from college and another couple, Rita and Ted. It was great. Jeremy would go to work in the afternoon and during the day, we would go to the beach, smoke weed, and I got my fill of men ogling me in my short shorts and bikini’s. Jeremy liked it too. Sometimes, he got so aroused when I teased the men on the beach and in the bars that he railed me so furiously that he actually grunted, and his face got all twisted up and sweaty when we were doing it and it seemed like he came a lot more.

It wasn’t all champagne and roses. Rita, one of the housemates, didn’t like the way I dressed because Ted, her old man, always looked at me like he was about to ravage me. I didn’t discourage him either. In fact, I got into the habit of letting my nipples peek out of my bikini. Sometimes, my pussy would be exposed when my bottoms got twisted, and I always pinched my nipples stiff whenever they were home, so me walking around the house was basically a visit to the strip club for the guy.

Jessica thought it was funny, and one day we were smoking a bowl together and she said, “Your boyfriend really gets off when you tease guys. Is that his thing?”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I put the little pipe to my lips and took a big rip off it, holding in my hit as I handed it back to her wordlessly.

She continued. “He doesn’t look at me or Rita. He’s like, checking out Ted checking you out.”, she said before taking a hit off the pipe and handing it back to me.

I gave her my best, I know; right look, and instead of hitting the pipe, I let what she had just said sink in. “Jeremy doesn’t check out other girls?”, I asked her. I took a small drag off the pipe and didn’t hold it in. Instead, I exhaled, waving away the smoke. “What about at the clubs or on the beach? Did you notice it out there too, or is it just in here with you guys?”

She looked away embarrassed. “Last night at the club he was practically rubbing one out watching guys hit on you. I mean, like, I ducked into his sound booth, and I was right there in my bikini up against him and I was high as fuck and horny and he practically forgot I was there. I think he might be a creeper-peeper.”

“A creeper-peeper?” I asked.

“You know. A guy who can’t get it up unless he watches someone else. Has it always been like this for you?”

“No.” I said. “In fact, when we first started dating, he didn’t want me to be so provocative. I’m the one who likes to tease guys. I love the attention. Teasing was fine, he said, but I don’t think he could handle more than that… he likes knowing other guys want me but can’t have me.”

Jessica pursed her lips and looked sideways before putting the pipe to her lips. She took a drag and held it while holding the pipe out to me.