(58F) My friends tell my I should not let my husband use me but I see nothing wrong with it. Sometimes I don’t always need romance I just want to be used like a little slut. But I have been married for a long time so I must be doing something right.

There’s this look my husband gets when he wants it jaw tight, eyes dark, body already hard under the sheets. I feel it before he even touches me. And that’s when I give him what he craves. I get on all fours and say in a dirty voice “Use me for your pleasure fuck me from behind . I want you to use me tonight.”

That flips a switch in him. And suddenly, I’m not his wife — I’m his toy, I'm his personal slut to do as he wishes. He grabs my hips like he owns me and fills me in one hard thrust that makes me gasp. No warm-up. No slow kisses. Just pure, primal fuck me now energy. And God, I love it.

Sometimes I moan just to hear myself sound filthy. Sometimes I grab the headboard, arch my back, and let him take me like I’m nothing but a hole he needs to fill. And the truth? That gets me off.

I love when he talks dirty — when he groans “You love this, don’t you?” And I do. I love being his little slut behind closed doors. I love giving him my body, my breath, my wet mess, just because he wants it. I tell him how good his hard cock feels in my wet pussy and how much I love it, deeper faster fill my pussy with your cum.

I love when he moans and calls me his little slut, because I am, all his whenever he wants.

And in the morning? He kisses my neck like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Because he knows I’m not just his wife. I’m his fantasy, too — the one who lets him use her… and loves every second of it.