My beautiful BBW wife Julia. How she changed last year from an a-sexual woman to a horny sex beast. Her hunger is not yet satisfied. In fact, her quest is far from over. If you’ve read this story, you’ll know why.


After we had visited a couple of couples clubs and after Julia had allowed herself to be gang-banged twice in a sex cinema, I thought she had more or less explored her limits. Women were no longer a secret to her either, by now. She had already had a number of dates with ladies. But late one night, she had just had one more glass of wine than usual, she came and sat next to me on the sofa.

‘You know, I’ve been thinking ..,’ she paused, as if waiting for a little encouragement from me. ‘All these things, that I’m doing – it’s going pretty far, I think, isn’t it?’ I wondered what she was getting at, but at least she had gotten my attention.

I would really like to know how far I dare to go, what I still like and what goes too far for me. That’s what I’m thinking about.’ Okay, she had something in mind, but in her usual way she waited for my initiative.

What are you thinking about, dear?

What are you thinking about, dear? You must have something already in that pretty head of yours, something is brewing.’ I had no idea what she was going to tell me, but I think it was something I was going to find at least interesting, or maybe even exciting. Well, I thought, before the thread with it.

I notice that I get horny especially from thoughts of which I wonder: ‘would I still dare to do that or would that be going too far? Things that I wouldn’t want, but when I’m in the mood for them … Things that are really on the edge. The latter was true.

She had already surprised me a few times, for example at the couples club or in the sex cinema, by doing things we hadn’t agreed on beforehand. What surprised me most, and also excited me, was that afterwards she seemed to have absolutely no regrets. Appeared to have, I can say in all honesty.

‘You want to be even more of a slut than you already have been for the past few months?’ She smiled at me for a moment. That know-it-all smile, that we-will-see-it look. It means in most cases that she already knows and she also knows what she wants. Okay, so she wanted to be even more of a slut than she already was. I was interested. Very interested. ‘Would you like to play the whore, for example?’

It was out before I knew it, but her reaction wasn’t very shocked, ‘Not that right away, but I was thinking of something else. You know that I like to be looked at? That I’m an exhibitionist? That it turns me on when men look at my full body while I play with myself?’ It was true.

She no longer worried about being too fat, she had come to love her own body in a healthy way and had discovered that there are men who love full Rubens women. Not least me. ‘Well I was thinking, couldn’t I go behind the sex cam sometime? Just, make some extra money? Let men look at me while I’m having a good time with myself?’

I had to let it sink in for a moment, but my first reaction was one of excitement. ‘But you know that you’re just a sex worker, then? That you make money from sex then? You don’t do it with men, but otherwise you’re a whore.’ I knew she loved this language, and it didn’t miss its mark this time either. Not with her and not with me.

My beautiful BBW wife, my good, sweet, hard-working wife.

My beautiful BBW wife, my good, sweet, hard-working wife. My wife, who is going to play the whore. I got an erection. I thought about it for a while, but actually, it was just a good, horny, and especially delicious idea.

It was late, but we decided to take action right away. She wanted to check out other cam ladies, to see how it works. She didn’t really know anything. I knew a little. After our exploratory round we decided to have a sex chat, in no time, more than 100 men were watching Julia play with her breasts alone, and later with more.

She visibly enjoyed the attention and the men on the other side of the cam probably did as well. This was what they were logging in for, wasn’t it? She let herself go for a while, working her pussy with her fingers and when she climaxed, she took my cock in her little mouth and sucked me long and deep in front of the cam. Meanwhile, she continued to play with her wet pussy.

When I cum in her mouth, the cum dripped from her chin. She looked at me one more time seed questioning and then licked my glans clean. ‘Well, so I can just make money with that too, can’t I?’ She closed the cam and performed another live masturbation show for me making a nice amount of noise. Then my sex goddess let me take her again; she was soaking wet and it didn’t take long before she came with a lot of noise.

I expected her not to come back to it, that she would have come to her senses by the next morning, but nothing was further from the truth: she ordered a good webcam and registered with a cam website. She asked me to take suitable pictures for her profile. Nothing seemed to make her hesitate. I said: you know you are a prostitute from now on? My little whore? She just seemed to enjoy the thought.

The first time she sat behind the cam was exciting.

The first time she sat behind the cam was exciting, for her and for me. Wednesday morning would be her regular time, when she was home alone. I couldn’t resist the occasional glance at the website in the office, and a thrill ran through my body when her picture read ‘in conversation’. She had become a camgirl! When I got home, she had just closed.

“How was it?” I asked.

‘You know, it’s actually very easy. These guys don’t need that much. You sit on your breasts a bit, you say something about being horny and stuff, and they cum. Anyone can do it in my opinion. I don’t even have to take off my clothes. One look at my cleavage is enough.’ But did you get out of your clothes?

No, I never did. Maybe later, but for the first time I thought it was enough. Enough interest, anyway, that was nice. She was still sitting on the chair in front of the cam and unzipped my fly. ‘Ok, I did get a little excited.’

The next Wednesday she had been behind the cam for a bit longer. I asked her in the evening if she had thought about what she would and wouldn’t do behind the cam. ‘Not really, but maybe I should let that depend on it a little, or something. I do it because I like it. Today I had a nice conversation with a very nice man, and then I took off my bra and played with my nipples. I noticed that I also just liked playing with myself a bit in front of him.

Does that bother you? I shook my head no, ‘I think I’ll leave it at my breasts, and I don’t want my face in the picture, but you get that. There’s no need for anything else, either. When I’m horny, I’ll play with myself, I don’t need anyone to do that.’ She laughed. Your girl still has a few limits she has to keep, you know. A few weeks later – Wednesday morning had become her regular morning – it became clear what those boundaries were. I was home earlier than usual and I had seen that she was online. I decided to walk quietly upstairs to the study, where she was busy. What I saw then made the blood go to my head. She was clearly talking.

This was not played, this was pure lust.

She didn’t answer anymore but was naked and with her whole body in view. She didn’t even notice that I had come in, which wasn’t surprising. I could see that she was already far gone. She moaned without holding back for even a moment. This was not played, this was pure lust. I knew she didn’t care much anymore at this point. A large dildo disappeared up and down her pussy, and she moaned and gasped. I know her, this was no play, this was real: Julia was butter horny and wanted only one thing: to cum, cum, cum.

If there had been a wildly strange man standing in the doorway, she would have let him take her willingly and with her eyes closed. As her dildo went up and down and her other hand went over her clit, she noticed me. She smiled at me with such a look of: “Do you like what you see?” A moment later she screamed that she was cumming. Then she rounded off the conversation.

Regular customer by now, comes by every week. This time he stayed very long, I think he stayed for about an hour. Nice guy, not so pushy, just civilized. I just had a nice chat with him!’ ‘And then you don’t mind moving on either?’ ‘No, right. You’re kind of a dick too huh. I’ve never taken off my clothes in front of the cam, never had my whole body on the screen, never played with my pussy in front of the cam, and when I do, my man comes home an hour early!’ She laughed generously. ‘What a jerk you are too!’

‘Do you still know what your limits are?’ I asked her in the evening on the sofa. ‘Yup, I think so. It feels okay what I’m doing. Then it’s okay, right? Or do you have a problem with it?’ ‘No, I didn’t. ‘Do you have a problem with me having regular customers? I think I have about a couple now who have come to me a few times. And George, from this morning, I just have long conversations with that. About everything, actually. Good conversations too.

Well, then I finger myself for him and he pulls his cock.

Well, then I finger myself for him and he pulls his cock. Which is pretty good, by the way. Does that bother you? The conversations? Don’t you think that’s a little cheating? I thought about it for a moment, but actually not very long, either. She always told me everything and if I hadn’t come home earlier this afternoon, she would have told me this too. She knows that, I know that, so what’s the problem?

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When you’re looking at a guy, while you’re fingering yourself, do you have fantasies about him? That he fucks you, for example, or would you like to have his cock in your mouth? I had a fantasy this morning that he had my hands tied behind my back, and that I was sucking him until he came. The crazy thing is, we came at the same time, George and I, and also in my fantasy he came at that time. It was pretty good, actually.’ I noticed that I already had a new fantasy I would like to try out with Julia.

‘There is one limit I won’t cross though. Men often ask for a pay-date. So I don’t do that.’ ‘But do you say that too? That you don’t do that?” ‘Yes, why?’ I let out a pause. ‘Isn’t it more convenient to say “maybe so”? Get to know men, you’ve got to lead them on a bit. You have to get them a little tasty.

You want to keep them on a leash as long as possible, don’t you? Then you have to offer them something, too.’ She hadn’t looked at it that way, she said. ‘Actually, I think that’s a hot idea myself, that “maybe” of yours. I’m not going to do it, mind you, but I do think it’s kind of horny.’ That “maybe” was a door I had left ajar myself and I was curious what would follow.

“I did tell you about Michel and George, didn’t I? She had sat down next to me on the couch again one Wednesday night. She told me about two of her regulars on cam, ‘Both men in their late forties. Modest, nice, quite good-looking, certainly not the stuffy guys you’d expect. Married too, both… Decent guys.’ ‘What do you want to tell me Julia’ ‘Well, both of them asked for a pay-date today. Both of them, after I’ve been talking to them for weeks.

Don’t you think that’s crazy? Well, anyway. Sure, I said “maybe,” but I’ve been restless in my head ever since. And I have an itch down there.’ I looked at her, put my hands on her cheeks, ‘Julia, tell me honestly, without beating around the bush, are you to the point now where you really want to play the whore?

Her hand had disappeared into my pants.

That you’re going to fuck and suck men for money?’ I pressed my lips to hers. The blood rose to my head at the idea. She let out a long pause, whispered, ‘Yes.’I want to be a whore. A slutty, cheap whore. I always wanted it, I noticed today. I want to get in the car, arrange a hotel room and receive men one after the other. For a few tens.’ Her hand had disappeared into my pants, and she began to squeeze my balls firmly. A moment later she freed my cock which was already standing proudly. Panting deeply, she was buttery horny: ”Can it be yours? Can I get fucked by strange guys in hotel rooms for a few tens?”

Since then, she has not had many dates. Michel and George are regulars, and now Gerco has joined them. More will probably follow. The agreement is: long term cam contact and it has to feel good. Playing whore is going well for her, she enjoys the attention and the sex. She knows she can’t go back: she has become a prostitute, and she enjoys it. The money, that’s part of the ritual, that’s a fetish, not really important. She also wants to be paid in cash, just to take the banknotes in her hand. She tells in detail all the things she has experienced, and the crazy thing is: the sex between us only gets better from all these stories.

And me? I’m just curious about what’s to come. I did ask her to raise the price, but she refuses. She wants to feel, I guess, like a cheap, perverted fuck slut, and that’s allowed. Of course it’s allowed.

I suspect there’s still a part to come. Who knows, she might go and get gang-banged for money in a hotel room somewhere in the middle of the country. I know she’s not opposed to it. My horny little fucker.