Gemstone - Inroduction

My name is Gem, and I am a Groupie Slut Wife. There I said it ! Everything I will write about is true. I want anyone who is willingto spend time reading to know that it is fact, not fiction. As much as I occasionally enjoy adult fiction, I am often disappointed when stories start to get unrealistic. I don't know yet if I have finally found “my” site. Fourteen people have read the introduction Iposted on the forum, but no one has any comment to make, so I guess the only way is to write an introduction to my story and see if it is approved.

I am 33 and from the United Kingdom. Some terminology and spelling is different of course. I am happily married, but also submissive to a certain type of male (or occasionally female). My husband approves of everything I get involved in, and I share most, but not quite all with him, always while we make love. We make love a lot. Actually that's a lie. Since the beginning of Covid, my activities have been very limited. I take the threat seriously. We don't actually have sex as often as we did when I had so many adventures.

I am a Groupie. I love sex with famous people. In my case, what I call "Entertainers". Actors, musicians, some sportsmen.Basically anyone who makes their living entertaining the public. I love standing outside a theatre or concert hall. You will find me at the stage door, which is often round the back, or up an alleyway, stood shyly waiting, hoping someone will turn up, invite me in and have sex with me. I love being seen with "famous" people. They don't have to be that famous, just a little will do. People willlook at me, probably stood in the rain under an umbrella, in a little mini skirt, and they will think "SLUT". And they would beright, but I don't care. It's me, it's my hobby, it's what I love. The first unwritten rule of being a Groupie is that we never pay toget into an event, and we do always get in, one way or another. Of course we never reveal names, that's a given.

I am a Slut on three counts.

Firstly, I don't always get the chance to purely be a groupie. Sometimes the second rule of being a groupie comes into play. That is "whoever takes a groupie into a show gets first go at her". Which means that if I am stood cold and lonely, I may succumb to allowing a doorman, steward, stage hand etc. to take me in. At least once in, I can then hang about outside the dressing rooms, showing my legs or breasts off to tempt some famous person to fuck me. I just have to suck off the person who took me in first, or if pressed, let them fuck me.

Secondly, it is surprising how many times I will have groupie sex with some celebrity, and they will then ask me if I will "Do" theirfriend... or brother .... father .... son? Of course I will, although my heart sinks a little. I am being that slut again, having sex with anonymous people who aren't even famous. I disgust myself sometimes.

Thirdly, my body likes sensual, gentle lovemaking with famous people. But my mind is troubled. It's a bit of a bastard to me. It CRAVES things that I will not enjoy. It hopes people will take advantage of me, use and abuse me, spank me, tie me up, slap me, and most of all, humiliate me. Make me beg, show me off. I hate it when it occasionally does happen, I go into a trance. Misty eyed and distant. My husband recognises this immediately and knows I have had lots of orgasms, and that he will have to relentlessly interrogate me to get me to respond, and tell him what he wants to hear.

Which just leaves me to tell you about my role as a Wife. If I carry on writing here I will tell you much more of course about how I got started in all of this. Basically, I am from an ex-mining town in England (although I have moved away thank God). No one there had any money, and there was nothing to do. They built new roads to the area to attract business, but all that did was to bypass the town. I had two older sisters who bullied me and parents who didn't care. I never had any friends, my hobbies were watching a bit of TV and reading in my room. I stumbled into becoming a groupie at the one thing we had locally - a new Leisure & Sports Centre. There was various entertainment on at weekends. From there I ventured to the nearest City and hung about outside theatres and entertainment complexes. A very shy girl waiting to be picked up. I would occasionally see other groupies who there was mutual hatred with, which is why I stuck to the entertainers they weren't interested in. I avoided rock groupsand footballers at all costs. I liked nice, sensual love making, not gang bangs.

I came across my future husband who I saw collecting autographs with a couple of his friends. The friends didn't like me (no one does) but HE always talked to me and accepted me. We went to a few shows together and he saw me go off with much older men, and accepted it all. Then one night, when I had been well fucked and was really happy, I invited him in at my parents house when he walked me home. I started confessing what I had done that night, we kissed and cuddled, and within minutes we were rolling on the floor naked, and we fucked three times without stopping. Wow. What a slut I was. We were married within a year or so, with our own house, far away from anyone we knew. He accepts me for what I am, and I tell him MOST things while we have sex. As soon as possible after they have happened. We also play games with each other. Sometimes I confess my sins, sometimes I taunt him with them. Occasionally he takes charge and tells me what to wear and what I must do. All in my own interest of course.

Being a groupie makes me happy. Being a slut makes me depressed sometimes. I need a therapist. Funnily enough, everyone I know has broken marriages. Ours is as strong as ever. That's weird isn't it.

OK, I'll stop now. Thanks for reading if you got this far. I have so much to reveal if I am given a chance and some encouragement. Just let me know you appreciate what I write and I will be grateful in return. I don't care whether you are supportive, disgusted, or dominant. Just be there.

Love,Gem x