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Becoming a Slut Wife

By: CheatingWifeinLA



I never wanted another man other than my husband, but he's long had the fantasy of me being a little slut. It started as role playing at home and while we were fucking I'd make up stories about pretend encounters, both singular and gang bangs and what we found is we both got off on it. I never realized it until the day he pointed out that when I was talking about fucking other men, I came often and I came hard... and I mean HARD. I never failed to have 3 or 4 multiples with my husband, but these were intense like I've never known.

My husband started the process of finding someone for me. I was still very uneasy about it but he assured me we'd be clean and safe about it. He fielded many emails for months looking for even a guy to go meet for a cocktail - he was looking for a very fit, educated, successful and hung man for me. One that was a busy career guy who just wanted a little fun a few times a month - we wanted safety and consistency. It's one thing to talk dirty about random men from bars and gang bangs but it's another one all together to do it.

Finally, he went to go meet Ryan for a drink. They actually hung out twice over cocktails before I even met him. That night we went to a hip spot in DTLA for drinks and my husband dressed me as he always does. I wore a black, collared satin halter, tight red vinyl skinny jeans and black heels (you can see a pic or two on here from before we went out that night). We showed up first and got a booth. When Ryan got there, I was impressed! My husband had done well. Ryan is about 6'2", 190 lbs of muscle, broad shoulders, strong thick arms and V shaped torso. He was wearing a nice sports coat, t-shirt and designer jeans along with boots. Short, but not too short of brown hair, early 30's and piercing blue eyes.

We had 3 or 4 cocktails at the bar, conversation flowed well, Ryan and I had good chemistry. There was nothing too serious at the bar but I put my hand on his chest several times to feel his rock hard abs and chest and after a few I slid my hand into his lap and although it was soft at the time, he had a pretty good sized cock it seemed, so I thought I might enjoy myself here after all.

After drink #4 my husband decided we should go back to our place - Ryan followed us over there. When we got there he instructed Ryan and I to sit on the couch as he made us all drinks. Ryan sat right next to me and had his hand on my knee. When my husband returned he sat in the chair opposite us and handed us our drinks. We chatted a little why and then my husband said, "Ryan, if you'd like to kiss her, it's okay. I want her to be comfortable with you before I let her meet you alone."

Ryan turned to me and said, "Nikki, you okay with that?"

I nodded. I was nervous but excited. He leaned over and kissed me passionately. It was like a bolt of lightning went through my body from my head to my toes and I felt my pussy getting wet and tingly. He was running his hands up and down the inside of my thigh and then reaching up and cupping my tits over my top (I wasn't wearing a bra). I reached down and started rubbing his cock through his jeans and it sprang to life fast. I liked the way I could feel it grow in my hand. I wasn't real sure yet how big it was but it was nice and thick.

I pulled back from our embrace but kept rubbing his cock. I looked over at my husband who was watching us very closely and rubbing his cock through his jeans. He was obviously still okay with this - this was new to the both of us and I was worried if we actually did it, he would get freaked out but he seemed to be enjoying this as much as he thought he would. I asked him, "John baby, may I pull it out and see what he's got?"

He smiled really big and said, "Nik, you've got him all worked up, why don't you give him a blow job?"

"Okay", I said and I unbuckled Ryan's pants and pulled them to the ground around his ankles and I could see the huge bulge in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and I rubbed my face on his cock a bit while I had the fingers of both hands on his waist band and then I pulled those to his ankles too.

"Holy shit!" I said. Those jeans held that cock in well. It was so thick my fingers could barely touch around it and although I didn't measure it, it was 9" or 10" long. I kissed him as I stroked his cock for a few minutes before getting down to business. I knelt on the couch so that John could get a good view and I began to lick all the precum off of Ryan's monster cock. Once I had sufficiently licked the tip of it, I put the head in my mouth and started sucking and licking as my left hand stroked his shaft and my right hand balanced myself.

I looked at my husband as I had that huge cock in my mouth and he pulled out his dick (which is pretty fucking big as well - he's no cuck) and started stroking himself slowly. Ryan began to moan and I could feel his cock throb in my mouth because it was such a tight fit. I started licking his shaft up and down and then licking his balls as I jerked him off and rubbed my thumb over his head. I reached back up and put the head in my mouth and started working it furiously. Ryan's moans sped up and within a minute he put his hands on my head. I look up at John and he says, "Make him cum baby. Don't you want him to cum in your mouth?"

With a mouthful of cock I tried to say, ""uh huh" but it came out as a mumble and I just kept stroking and sucking as hard and as fast as I could and Ryan starts to tremble and I hear him go, "Oh fuck bitch, I'm gonna fucking cum!" and while I am locking eyes with my husband, this stranger with a gigantic cock fills my mouth full of his cum. I keep sucking hard and Ryan keeps shaking. I am trying to suck every last drop of cum from his balls. With that huge cock in my mouth, the cum starts to leak out of my mouth smearing my already compromised lipstick and when I am sure I have tasted all the juice Ryan has to give me, I roll over on my back and play with the cum in my mouth.

John gets up and walks over to us and I open my mouth for him to see the monster load that came out of Ryan, although half of it was on my face. He said, "Swallow that baby" and I did as I was told but I did not touch the cum on my face.

Ryan stood up and pulled his pants up and turned to John. "I'd definitely like to see her again. Jesus fuck she can suck a dick."

John said, "I'll make her available next Saturday evening."

"I'll get us a room at The Standard downtown and she and I can meet at the bar if that's cool?"

"Sure thing, I can wait for her at the bar. I'll give you 2 hours."

"Perfect, see you then." With that, Ryan, without even saying goodbye, turned and let himself out of our house.

John walked over to me and sat on the couch. "You loved that baby, didn't you?"

"I did" I said, half giggling like a school girl.

"You like being a little slut. Just used as a place for guys to cum."

"I do."

With that, he rolled me over, jerked down my pants, ordered me to rub Ryan's cum all over my face and put my ass into the air and he slipped his cock into my dripping wet and eager pussy. I was so worked up and he was fucking me so hard I came within a few thrusts. I came repeatedly. I can't remember everything he was saying to me, but it was something to the effect of how much I liked sucking Ryan's cock and how I just loved big cock and I was dreaming of it pounding my pussy and asshole... and he was right, I couldn't wait for next Saturday when I could feel that thing inside of me... every time I pictured it I came again.

With John so worked up from watching, he only lasted about 5 minutes. He was pounding my cunt so hard, I'm surprised he made it that long, he loves fucking me from behind. He pulled out, rolled me over, grabbed me by the hair and came hard directly on my face. His cum mixing with Ryan's and I tried to get as much of it as I could with my tongue and then I took my finger and pulled the rest of it into my mouth - their cum mixing together and tasting so sweet.

I will tell more of my escapades with Ryan, but I'll tell you right now, I am looking forward to the day I have both of those cocks at the same time... Ryan is a little hesitant about that, but John is all in... Ryan will either get with the program or he will be replaced.

Becoming A Slut Wife: Abby



You never know who your friends really are until you give them a chance to take advantage of you.

Abby and I had been married a little over ten years and it had been a great ten. The two of us always seemed to be on the same page no matter what we did. It was almost as if we could read each other's minds over a distance. An example: One morning I was getting ready to go to work and I noticed that I need new underwear. I made a mental note to pick up some the next time I went to the store. When I got home that night I found out that Abby had gone shopping and had purchased me some new briefs. She had stopped at Target to get some sheets that were on sale and for some reason that she hadn't understood she had grabbed me some underwear. Another time I was on the way home from work and instead of turning right onto our street I kept going straight. I don't know why I did it because I had no real reason not to make my turn. Whatever the reason I was almost at Safeway when I decided to turn back, but at the last minute I turned into the Safeway parking lot and went into the store. I had a sudden desire for spaghetti and meat sauce and I went inside and got the stuff I needed to make it. When I got home Abby called me on the phone just as I came in the door, "Do you mind if we go out for dinner tonight. I've had a craving for spaghetti all day and I don't have what we need to make at the house." Those are only two of the examples of how in tune with each other we are and there are many, many more.

Abby and I met in college, started dating, fell in love and we got married. We were both virgins when we tied the knot, Abby because she had promised her mother on her deathbed, and me because I had been too painfully shy to get anywhere with a girl. But even thought we started out inexperienced our sex life was a full and rich one. Again, our being in tune with each other had a lot to do with it. I instinctively knew when and where she wanted to be touched and how and she knew the same about me. As a gag gift one of her sisters had given her a box labeled "Sexual Instruction Manual" at her bridal shower and when Abby opened it she found a porno tape. For the first month of our marriage we played that tape over and over and did everything that we saw on that tape. We did oral, anal, and sixty-nine; we did missionary position, doggie style, several of the more acrobatic positions and in general had a grand old time. 

We decided to buy more porno tapes and became frequent customers of the adult bookstore down town. We also had a large collection of dildos that we used in role playing, a sex swing hanging from the beams in the basement and a dozen different bottles of lotions and ointments. When it came to role-playing Abby's favorite was to believe she was getting fucked by two men at the same time. While I stroked into her ass she would use a dildo on her pussy and she always seemed to have a larger than average orgasm when we did that. Once, during a light hearted moment I asked her if she was ever going to drag another man home with her so she could do it for real. She blushed and said, "Good God no. I'm a married woman, not a slut. I could never do it with anyone I didn't know and if I did it with someone I know I would never be able to face them again." Being as tuned in to her as I was I knew that she meant it.

After ten years of marriage our sex life was still going gangbusters. We enjoyed sex six and seven times a week and it surprised us to hear that most of our married friends, who had been married as long as we had, were only having sex twice a week if even that. We had stopped buying porno tapes, but were still getting ideas from magazines like Penthouse Letters, Penthouse Forum and Gallery. On a trip to Mexico we made love on the little balcony outside our room. Abby leaned over the railing while I fucked her from behind. Several people saw us and knew what we were doing and they waved at us and Abby waved back. Another time we made love in the ladies room of a local bar while there was a line of women waiting outside and she sucked my dick in a stall in a men's room while other guys came in and took their whiz just feet away from us. Life was not dull for us - not ever!

It was my thirty-fifth birthday and Abby threw me a surprise party at one of the local bars. When I got home from work that night Abby said she wanted to eat out. I asked her where and she said the Watering Hole. 

"I have a craving for one of their half pound ground rounds with a big slice of Bermuda onion." 

We walked into the bar and the surprise was complete and we settled down to party. It was a Friday night and the Hole had a band so the drinking and dancing were unrestrained. As the birthday boy everyone wanted to buy me a drink and around eleven I started feeling a little woozy and by midnight I was passed out. Abby had been putting it away too, but she wasn't quite as bad off as I was. There were a couple of people who thought they were fairly sober and they loaded me into a car to take me home. I vaguely remember coming out of my alcohol induced stupor at one point to see Abby in only high heels and nylons being passed around by a group of guys who were kissing her and copping feels. It looked like she was protesting but I faded out without knowing. I woke up the next morning with a head that felt like a bass drum being pounded on. My mouth tasted like a cavalry regiment had ridden through it and as I stumbled to the bathroom I swore that I would never drink again. Finishing in the bathroom I went into the bedroom and found Abby asleep on the bed. There was dried cum everywhere. She had love bites on her tits, her legs were spread and I could see cum leaking out of her pussy lips, which were red and swollen. She had one high heel on and only god knew where the other one was; her nylons had runs and cum stains all over them and it was obvious that she had been well used. I looked down at her and wondered what the previous night had done to our life.

I managed to get to the kitchen and get the coffee going without having to rush to the bathroom and little by little I began to return to the land of the living. About two hours later I heard the shower start running and I knew that Abby was awake. I was sitting on the bed when she came out of the shower and when she saw me she started crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh god I'm so sorry" and I got up and took her in my arms. She buried her head in my shoulder and she cried and cried. I led her over to the bed, put her down and held her until she got it all out of her system and then I took her downstairs and fed her breakfast. It was the middle of the afternoon before she could bring herself to tell me what had happened. I had been loaded into the car with Sam, Alice, Greg, Nancy and Sid and Abby had been loaded into the car with Ralph, Judy, Harry, Henry and Al. Ralph, Judy and Harry were in the front, with Judy in the middle and Abby was in the back sitting between Henry and Al. They weren't even out of the parking lot before Judy was necking with Harry while her husband Ralph drove. Abby had been drinking almost as much as me, but even as loaded as she was she was amazed at what Judy was doing with Harry sitting right next to her. 

Henry said, "See, even though she's married she can still have a little fun" and then he kissed her. 

Abby had been kissed at parties before, especially at Christmas under the mistletoe, and she felt safe being in a car full of her friends and so she let Henry kiss her. Then Al said he wanted a taste and she let him kiss her and then it was Henry's turn again and then Al's and then Henry's and then Al's. Then there was a little tongue action and Abby returned it. She couldn't remember who started playing with her tits first, but between the kissing and the feeling she was getting a little hot. More kisses, more tongue and more of having her tits played with and then she saw Judy's head drop into Harry's lap and Ralph looked over at what was happening and smiled and kept on driving. As drunk as Abby was she still knew what Judy was doing with her head in Harry's lap. 

Henry and Al's kisses were getting hotter and suddenly Henry was sucking her left tit and Al was busy working on her right one and she couldn't even remember them getting her bra loose. Abby's tits are very sensitive and the two men soon had her squirming. She had her head back and was moaning and she heard Judy say from the front seat, "You go girl. I knew you had it in you to be as big a slut as I am." The word slut barely registered as Henry and Al moved her legs apart and their fingers went to work on her pussy. She started to cry out, "No you can't" but Henry pulled his mouth off of her tit and put his mouth over hers and stuck his tongue down her throat. 

When the car pulled into the driveway at our house Abby had three of Al's fingers in her pussy; she was swapping tongues with Henry and she had a cock in each hand and she didn't even know how that had happened. The other car had already arrived and I had been taken into the house and dumped on the couch. Ralph, Harry and Judy got out of the car and Henry told them that he would be along later, "Don't want to give her time to cool down." 

Judy had laughed, "Don't take too long. I don't want to have to do everyone by myself." 

Another five minutes of working on her pussy with their fingers and then she had been eased down onto the back seat and while Al kept kissing her and playing with her tits Henry moved between her legs. Her eyes shot wide open as the first cock other than mine plowed into her. She knew it was wrong and she tried to struggle, but all her squirming around did was help Henry get deeper and deeper into her. He started fucking her and after several minutes of his pounding her resistance began to fade. Henry and Al had both fucked her twice in the back seat of Ralph's car and then they took her into the house.

The trip between the car and the house gave Abby time to try and collect herself. She knew that what she had just done was wrong, just as she knew that she had enjoyed it. She wished she could have fought harder to keep it from happening, but she also knew that in her condition Henry and Al would have won out any way. She had some idea of what was waiting for her in the house and she knew she had to get away from them as soon as they got inside, but it wasn't to be. As soon as they got in the house several guys had taken her and stripped her down to her heels and hose. 

Judy had cried out, "Help at last. Come on sweetie, let's show these guys what a couple of hot sluts are capable of." 

When Abby was stripped of her clothes the men started passing her around in a circle and they kissed her and felt her up. By the time she had been passed back to the first man in line her blood was boiling and she was a lust-crazed slut. The man had pulled her down to the floor and Abby was reaching for his cock before her legs were even spread wide. The man fucked her and then after him it was one man after another until every man in the room had fucked her at least once. And then Judy had said, "Lets take this up to the bedroom and the men had carried the two women upstairs where the two women had spent the night fucking every man there as much as he wanted. By the time she had finished telling me the story she was crying again. I got her settled down and told her that I loved her and she begged forgiveness and promised to be mine forever and never ever let herself get in a situation like that again.

The rest of the weekend was a quiet one for us as neither one of us wanted to say or do anything that would bring up what had happened on Friday night. I knew Abby was still shaken up over what had happened to her and I did my best to shower her with love and affection to show her that I still loved her and that she didn't have to be worried about our future. Monday wasn't a bad day for me until about two in the afternoon. All of a sudden I began having images of Abby and other men in my head. On the way home from work I was sitting at a stoplight and an image of Abby sitting on one man's cock while another man fucked her in the ass flooded into my mind. 

When I got home from work Abby wasn't there and when I walked into the kitchen I saw the light blinking on the telephone answering machine. I hit the play button and the announcement said, "You have one new message and one old message" The new message was from a telemarketer and I deleted it. Our answering machine is state of the art and has more bells and whistles than you can count. One of the things that it does is record some messages that you wouldn't normally think about and I think Abby forgot about this feature. If the machine answers a call, plays the recorded message and you answer the call using a handset other than the one on the answering machine after the person calling starts to leave their message, the machine records both sides of the conversation.

Abby: Hello?

Caller: Abby, this is Judy.

A: Oh hi.

J: Are you doing anything?

A: No, not really.

J: Hey listen, I've got some friends coming over and we are going to have a little party. Want to come?

A: (Pause) I don't think I can.

J: Come on honey, a party will do you good.

A: I'm sorry, I really don't think that I can.

J: Don't think you can, or don't think you should.

A: Well, yes, I guess that's it. I really shouldn't.

J: But you want to Abby, I can hear it in your voice.

A: (Silence)

J: Honey you can't hide it from me. I was lying on that bed next to you, remember? I know you want to do it again.

A: (a long silence - and then) What time?

J: As soon as you can get here.

A: Who will be there?

J: Just some of the guys you had fun with the other night.

A: I'll have to be home before David gets here.

I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Abby standing there looking like she'd just lost something and I just stood there and stared at her while the message played itself out.



Becoming a Slut Wife: Adrianne



What happened was my own fault so I guess I can't cry too loud, but Adrianne gets a little bit of the blame - she didn't have to do what she did. It all happened because I'm a basically insecure guy where my wife is concerned. Adrianne is drop dead gorgeous and had every guy in town hot after her ass from the age of fourteen on. I on the other hand was the type of nerd who never even could get a date until I hit the eleventh grade. How I ended up with Adrianne I'll never know, but I was constantly afraid that other guys would try and take her away from me and that someday she might just realize she had made a mistake and let one of them do it. Add to that a generally suspicious nature and an active imagination and you had the recipe for disaster.

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Adrianne and I had been married just a little over three years and up until a month ago I didn't have any reason to believe that she was untrue to me, but all of a sudden things just started to seem different, you know? I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it seemed as if Adrianne's body was sending out signals that said, "I'm fucking around." Nothing obvious, nothing that I could see, hear, taste, or touch, just a feeling. So I set out to find out one way or another. 

She went out one night a week with her girlfriends and I was out two night's week bowling. We had a lot of friends that came over to our house a lot, especially on the nights I was out, so those were the times I would have to concentrate on to find out what she was doing. For four weeks I followed her every night she went out with the girls, but all they ever did was meet at some ones place and drink beer and shoot the shit. Once they went to an Avon party, but on none of those nights did I ever see any guys around. 

At the same time I was checking on Adrianne's nights out I was also keeping a close eye on the people that hung out around our house. Most of them were Adrianne's friend and some of them I didn't very much like. I figured if she was doing anything it was probably with one of them. I told the guys on the teams I bowled on that I had some personal problems that needed looking after and told them I would have to sit out for maybe a month. Next I hit the liquor store and stocked up on what we usually had in the house and stashed it under a tarp in the garage and waited.

The first opportunity came the very first week that I followed her on her girl's night out. It was the next night, which was usually my bowling night, and I had driven a couple of blocks away and then come back to the house. I had already fixed the blinds on every window in the house so I could see in from outside and I got into position and watched. The usual crowd of about eight or ten were there and nothing at all had happened by ten o'clock at which time people started leaving. 

Pretty soon the crowd had dwindled to four people and Adrianne - Doug, his wife Mary, Gregg and Tom. I saw Mary slip into the bedroom with Gregg and I saw Doug watch them go. I'd heard that Doug and Mary had an "open marriage" but I had never known for sure. I moved to the bedroom window and looked in to see Mary sucking Gregg's cock, but it wasn't Mary that I was interested in. 

I moved back to the living room window and watched Tom, Doug and Adrianne. I figured with Mary in the bedroom Doug would probably try to get Adrianne in there also and I was right. He got up and went over and sat down next to her on the couch and started talking. I had fixed the blinds so I could see but it was late in the fall and we were having our first cold snap so I wasn't able to open the windows enough to let me hear. They talked for a minute or two and then Adrianne got a surprised look on her face and she got up and followed Doug to the bedroom. I moved back to the bedroom window and saw that Gregg had Mary bent over the edge of the bed and was fucking her from behind. Doug, Tom and Adrianne came into the room and Doug said something to Adrianne and she shook her head "no." Tom said something to Doug and Doug said something back and Tom unzipped and took out his cock and walked over to Mary who opened her mouth and took him in. 

Adrianne was watching the action on the bed with disbelief on her face. Doug said something and she didn't respond so he said something else and put his arm around her shoulders. She was staring at the action on the bed and didn't seem to notice and a minute later he let his hand fall to rest on one of her breasts. She didn't seem to notice that either, but when he squeezed her tit she finally noticed and pushed his hand away. He left his arm on her shoulders and a minute or two later his hand moved to her tits again. She looked at it with a look of exasperation and said something to him, but he didn't move his hand and she didn't push it away. Adrianne was staring at the trio on the bed and I saw one hand move slowly to her crotch and start rubbing it. She didn't seem to notice when Doug took out his cock and stroked it a couple of times. Her took her free hand and put it on his cock and for a moment or two she stroked him and all of a sudden she realized what she was doing and she dropped his cock like it was a hot rock and she turned and slapped him hard across the face and left the room. 

Apparently Gregg got his rocks off since he had pulled out of Mary and Tom pulled his cock out of her mouth and went to take Gregg's place between her legs. Doug just stood there and watched until Tom shot his load and then Tom, Doug, and Mary all went out into the living room where Adrianne was sitting with a very angry look on her face. I went and got my car and 'came home from bowling.' When everyone had gone I waited for Adrianne to tell me about her evening and what had happened, but she never said a word.

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Two days later I got another chance. A bunch of people had come over to play cards. We had one table where they were playing double-pinochle and another where they were playing euchre. Two of the guys who were there were ex-boyfriends of Adrianne's, but she had stayed on good terms with them. Since it was a week night and the next day was a work day for most of the group the card party started to break up around nine. I watched Damon get in his truck and leave and then I went in and told Adrianne that Damon was too drunk to drive and that I was going to run him home. Damon and I both drive late model black Dodge trucks so I just pulled mine out of the drive and parked it out on the street. I moved to the side of the house and watched as the gang slowly left. 

Soon only Adrianne and her two ex-boyfriends were left. They started playing three-handed euchre. The night was fairly warm and I had cracked some of the windows earlier so I was able to hear most of went on. There were playing for a quarter a hand and Adrianne was losing. After a half-hour she said that she was out of money and was going to have to quit. One of the guys said, "You don't need money. We lose, you get a quarter, you lose, you give up a kiss." 

Adrianne made a face, "You guys know I can't do that, I'm a married woman now." 

One of them, Todd I think his name was, said, "Oh come on Adrianne, you were a married woman at the Christmas party last year and that didn't stop you from kissing every body in the place when you caught them under the mistletoe, some more than once. We aren't asking you to play strip euchre or anything like that, just a harmless kiss." 

Adrianne said, "That's all? No funny business?" 

I saw Todd exchange a look with the other guy, but from where I was I couldn't what kind of look they exchanged, but the other guy said, "No Adrianne, no funny business." 

Todd won the next hand and he got up, went over and kisses my wife on the mouth. The other guy, I found out later that his name was Brian, won the next two hands and he got up to collect his winnings and I noticed that he seemed to linger just a bit on the second kiss. Adrianne won the next two hands and collected her quarters, but then the guys went on a winning streak and won the next eleven hands in a row and as they collected their winnings the kisses got longer and longer. 

The whole time they were playing they continued drinking and I could see that Adrianne was getting just a little bit tipsy. She won two hands and then the guys won the next five. The next series of kisses got a little passionate and I saw Todd and Brian stroking Adrianne's tits as they kissed her. Adrianne won two in a row and then got up to get another round of beers. When she got back Brian said, "Remember when we used to have chug-a-lug contests?" 

And Todd said, "Yeah, but as I remember Adrianne never could do it." 

"Could to" Adrianne said, "Watch!" and she tipped the bottle up and drained it. "Got to get another one" and she got up and went back into the kitchen. I saw Todd and Brian smile at each other and then they high fived. 

Adrianne came back and lost the next hand and this time when Todd kissed her it was very long and passionate. When it was over Adrianne giggled and took another pull on her beer. Brian said he needed another beer and Adrianne got up to get him one and when she came back he was standing next to the table and when she set the beer down he took her in his arms and gave her the most passionate kiss of the evening. When they broke Brian said, "Damn, but you always were a great kisser" and Adrianne giggled and said and said, "As I remember, you weren't so bad yourself." 

Brian took her by the hand and led her to the couch and they sat down and started necking. A couple of minutes later Todd joined them and soon they were taking turns kissing Adrianne and the kisses kept getting longer and more passionate. Then Brian kissed her and held her in a long and passionate kiss while Todd ran his hand up under her skirt and I saw her legs open to him as Brian took one of her tits in his hand and placed her hand on his cock with the other. I saw her grip it and then stroke it two or three times before suddenly becoming aware of what was happening. She pushed herself back and fought to get free. 

"Kisses God damn it! Kisses and no fucking funny business" and she broke free of them and stood up. 

"God damn it, I thought I could trust you guys. You had better leave now." 

I gave them a five-minute start and then I went on in the house. "What did you guys do when I was gone?" "Nothing. Just played cards."

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The next couple of weeks were pretty much the same. I saw her get kissed several times, get felt up half a dozen more and I watched her watch Mary fuck Doug, Tom and Gregg while she rubbed her pussy through her jeans, but she never did fuck anybody else although she had plenty of chances. If she was getting some cock on the side it had to be during the day when I wasn't around. But I couldn't see how she could do it - her schedule was just too tight. She worked from seven-thirty to three-thirty, hit the gym on her way home for her daily one-hour work out and was home fixing me dinner when I got home at five-fifteen. She just didn't have time during the day unless she wasn't going to the gym, but I knew that she was. The gym was right across the street from where I worked and I saw her go in every day. That meant that she had to be getting laid at work or laid at the gym - or she wasn't getting laid at all. But I knew that she was! I just knew it. I could feel it coming off of her when she was in the room with me. I would just have to keep looking.

A week ago yesterday, a Tuesday, we had the usual half dozen or so over for cards. About nine Adrianne said we were out of tequila and almost out of vodka and she asked me to go and get some. I grabbed my coat and went outside and took my place at the window. By nine-thirty everyone was gone except for my best friend Rick. Rick and Adrianne were sitting on the couch talking about bodybuilding, which was Rick's passion. He is just as passionate about the absurdity (his words, not mine) of female body-builders. Women body-builders have muscles where women don't need them and however much they work at it, their strength is never improved enough to make it worthwhile. Adrianne, who works out strictly to keep her trim body in shape, did not agree with him. 

"Of course a woman can improve her strength enough to make it worthwhile. Just last week one of the girls was able to fight off a rapist." 

"Bullshit" said Rick, "Maybe she fought off some weak ass wimp, but she couldn't have fought off most men." 

And the next thing I knew the two of them were at the dining room table arm wrestling. Rick put Adrianne down twelve straight times and then said, "See? You can't fight me off" and Adrianne said, "Sure I can." Rick said, "Okay. I'll get behind this wall and you walk by like you are walking down the street and past an alley. I'll grab you from behind and you fight me off." 

Adrianne did what he told her and when she walked past him he stepped up behind her and grabbed a tit in each hand. She was surprised and she struggled to get free, but Rick's grip on her melons was firm and the more she struggled the more I could see her face flush. Rick was holding her tight against him and his cock was rubbing her ass and it was hard - I could see that from the window. He was taunting her, "Go ahead, fight me off. Use all the muscle you've developed in the gym to fight me off. If I was a real rapist I'd be fucking you right now and there wouldn't be a god damned thing you could do about it." 

The more Adrianne struggled against Rick's bulge the larger it seemed to get. He laughed, "You're mine baby, mine to do with as I please and you can't stop me." 

Adrianne hissed "Oh yes I can!" 

Rick laughed again, "Okay, show me" and he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. He sat on her, pinned her arms with one hand and ripped her blouse off her. Her bra snapped in the front and he hooked it with a finger under the snaps, "Come on Adrianne, admit you can't fight a man off." 

She spit out "No damn you, it's not over yet." 

Rick gave the bra a tug and the snaps gave way and her tits spilled out. She was kicking and fighting, but her hundred and ten pounds was no match for his two hundred and twenty. Rick rolled her over and sat on her back facing her feet and even though she was fighting to get loose he had no trouble getting her skirt and panties off of her. He half turned and grabbed her bra and pulled it the rest of the way off. Adrianne was completely naked now and Rick said, "Admit Adrianne. If I were a rapist you would be toast by now. All that's left is penetration." 

Adrianne, who was still struggling and kicking, refused to admit defeat. I could see the anger rising on Rick's face - he was pissed because this 'stupid bitch just won't admit she is wrong' and suddenly a change came over his face and I could read it clear as day, "Stupid cunt! I'll show her!" 

He unzipped himself and worked out his all ready stiff cock, turned around and pushed himself down between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and picked her up until she was on her knees. In the position she was in she couldn't kick her legs and she had to use her arms to keep from falling on her face. Before Adrianne realized what was happening Rick shoved forward and his cock split the lips of her pussy. With both hands firmly on her hips he rammed his cock into her four or five times before he suddenly realized what he had just done. He stopped and the look on his face said as clearly as anything "Oh my God. What have I done." 

The two of them were frozen - neither one moved for almost a minute and then Rick said, "Oh God Adrianne, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I don't know what came over me" but Adrianne wasn't listening to him. She had begun to rock back and forth on his cock and it slowly dawned on Rick that he wasn't fucking her, she was fucking him. His face showed confusion and I knew what was going on in his mind; he was thinking Jay is my friend, this is Jay's wife, this is wrong, but she feels so good. He was torn between his friendship for me and his cock's hunger for Adrianne's hot hole. I could see that friendship was winning the argument and I saw him take his hands off Adrianne's waist and put them on her ass to push her away, but then Adrianne moaned, "Don't stop now. Please don't stop now, hurry baby, hurry, make me cum baby, hurry, we don't have much time, fuck me baby, fuck me and make me cum, fuck me baby, fuck me." 

All thoughts of friendship disappeared and the head of his dick took over his thinking. Rick started pounding into Adrianne's pussy as hard as he could. Adrianne was moaning, "Oh god oh god oh god" and then an "Oh yesssssss" as she had an orgasm. 

A minute later Rick said, "I don't have a rubber and I'm gonna cum. You got protection?" and Adrianne cried, "I want you in me, cum in me baby, fuck me and cum in me." Another minute or so and Rick pulled his cock out of Adrianne and I saw drops of cum falling off the cock head. Rick looked crestfallen, "Oh god Adrianne I'm so sorry" but she put a finger to his lips to shush him. 

"Don't be sorry baby, I'm not. I'm only sorry we didn't have more time so we could do it again, but Jay will be home soon." She leaned down and licked their combined juices off of his cock and then she grabbed up her clothes and started putting them on. "Maybe we can do it again tomorrow night. I'll make sure we run out of beer and have to send Jay to get some. Would you like that baby? Would you like to fuck me again?" She had her hand on his cock when she asked the question and she got her answer when it began to grow.

I knew it was mostly my fault because I kept leaving her in situations where she was bound to get hit on and I should have known, given the people we hang out with, that one of them would get to her sooner or later. Rick did come over the next night and Adrianne did send me out for more beer. As soon as I was out of the house Adrianne led Rick into the bedroom as I watched from the window. I wasn't the only one who saw it. I saw Doug nudge Gregg as the two of them watched Rick and Adrianne disappear into the bedroom and I saw the smile that passed between Doug and Gregg and I knew what it meant. As I moved to the bedroom window to watch Rick and Adrianne I wondered how long it would be before Doug and Gregg got between Adrianne's legs. I was betting that it wouldn't take long at all.



Becoming a Slut Wife: Alex



I had never, not even once, thought about my wife having sex with another man. Alex is a very attractive woman and she does attract a lot of attention, but the only feelings that the attention generated in me were feelings of pride in that she had chosen me above all the others she could have had. And then everything turned to shit.

One evening six weeks ago I was hosting a poker game at our house. When it is my turn to host the game Alex always goes out for drinks with her girl friends and leaves us "crude" guys to our cards. Usually the game goes to mid-night, but on that particular night two of the six guys were consistent winners and the other four of us lost interest in playing. 

George said, "Hey, you guys want to see some porn tapes?" 

Everybody said why not and George went out to his car to get them. We were in the middle of the first tape when the front door opened and Alex walked in - a good two hours earlier than expected. She made her usual noticeable entrance in her tight jeans and high heels and it was obvious as she made her way into the room to join us that she'd had quite a bit to drink. Sitting down she recounted her uneventful evening and how disappointing and boring it had been. One of the guys said that our evening had pretty much sucked too, what with losing at cards and then watching porn tapes that were so bad that they didn't turn anybody on. 

Alex giggled, "Is that all you want is to get turned on?" 

Then to my absolute amazement Alex stood up and proceeded to unzip her jeans and, without a word, let them drop to the floor. Standing in the middle of the floor with her back to us she slowly slid her bikini panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. She casually tossed them over her shoulder and Jimmy caught them and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, "God, but does she ever smell nice" and then the boys started passing her panties around and sniffing them.

It was obvious that Alex was getting turned on by the comments the boys were making about her panties and it didn't take much encouragement on their part to get Alex to finish undressing. Filled with courage (mostly liquid) Alex remarked that she was sorry that the porn tapes hadn't turned anybody on, but that she would give us all the real life eroticism we could handle as long as no one made any attempt to touch her. Everyone agreed to her condition and she started to do a slow dance in front of us

Not once during all this had she so much as looked in my direction to see how I might be taking things. 

She danced over to where George was sitting and put a foot up on the arm of his chair. Her pussy was only inches from his nose and she inserted a finger in it and brought it out and held it under George's nose. George inhaled deeply and Alex giggled and reached down to pat the growing lump in his trousers, "I said you couldn't touch, I didn't say anything about me." She repeated her actions for everyone in the room, doing me last. She still hadn't looked me in the eyes and when I reached out to grab her and pull her down in my lap and ask her just what in the hell she was doing she slapped my hand away, "No touching, and that includes you." 

She danced over to the dining room table and got a candle out of the centerpiece and then lying down on the floor in front of us she spread her legs wide and slid the candle into her wet hole. By now all the guys had their cocks out and they were jacking themselves off. Alex started working the candle in and out of her pussy, trying to match the rhythmic strokes of the men and suddenly Jimmy jumped up and ran over to her and shot his cum all over her belly and then he went back to his seat. As the hot cum splashed on her belly she moaned and started fucking herself faster with the candle as the other guys got up and unloaded on her tummy. Further aroused by these offerings Alex took the candle out of her pussy and tossed it to Mark who made a big show out of licking it clean. Alex crawled over to Jimmy and took the beer bottle out of his hand, lifted it to her mouth and drained it, and then lay back on the floor and started to use it as a massive dildo. She spread her red and swollen pussy lips and inserted the neck of the bottle. She was able to take all of the neck before sliding it back out, then she repeated the process half a dozen times before realizing that she wasn't going to get any more of the bottle in her. She put the bottle down and left the room.

Alex was back in less than a minute and she had a large dildo with her. Getting down on all fours she sensually licked and sucked on the rubber cock while looking from face to face, but still avoiding me. Alex took the rubber dick in and out of her mouth several times while she fingered her pussy. The level of excitement grew as she took the dildo out of her mouth. Reaching down Alex spread her swollen cunt lips and slowly worked the dildo into her pussy. Then she treated herself to a slow and deliberate fuck. As she continued to moan and rock back and forth the guys all got up and one by one gave up their offerings to Alex. As the cum splattered and splashed on her body she gave a load moan and had a shattering climax.

Lying there naked Alex looked over at me for the first time since her display started. She flashed me a seductive smile and asked me to get her a drink of water. It took me a minute or two to find a clean glass, fill it and head back to the living room. I stopped in the doorway, frozen in my tracks by the sight in front of me. George was lying on his back with his hard cock pointing straight up into the air as Jimmy and Mark were lowering a twisting, turning Alex down on him. Bill had his cock in Alex's mouth and with his hands on the back of her head holding her he was fucking her face. I couldn't tell if Alex was in the throes of passion or fighting to get free, but if she was trying to breakaway from them all thought of it vanished when her pubic bone smacked down onto George's. Alex gave a low moan around the pole in her mouth and then she started riding George's cock. I didn't know what to do. Part of me said, "That's your wife. You need to get in there and break this shit up" and part of me was so turned on at what I was watching that I had my cock in my hand and I was jacking myself off. Bill gave a loud grunt and white froth came out of Alex's mouth and then Bill stepped away and Sam took his place. The rest of the evening was a blur as one after another of my friends fucked my wife. After an hour or so of fucking Alex on the living room floor the guys picked her up and took her to the bedroom. I passed out about one and they were still going strong.

It was daylight when I woke up on the living room couch and at first I thought that what had happened was just an erotic dream, but as I walked into the bedroom I saw that it hadn't been. George and Sam were sleeping on the bed with Alex between them. She was snoring softly and had a cock in each hand. I went downstairs and put on a pot of coffee and when it was ready I went upstairs to wake everyone up only to find that they were already awake. Alex was on her hands and knees sucking George's cock while Sam was fucking her from behind. I watched until Sam shot his load and they switched positions before I went back downstairs. It was almost an hour later before the three of them came down. Over coffee Alex told me that she and the guys had decided that I would be the permanent host for the poker games from now on and that she wouldn't be going out with the girls anymore. 

"It's just so much more interesting here." 

I asked if I had any say in the matter and she said no, "You had your chance to say something last night and you didn't. By not breaking things up when you could have you let the Genie out of the bottle. Genie found out she likes being out of the bottle and she is not going back in."

I guess the poker games are still going on at my house. I wouldn't know since I don't live there anymore. I had to change jobs and find a new circle of friends because I couldn't stand to look at my old ones anymore. Alex calls me on the average of once a day begging me to talk to her, but as much as I love her and miss her until this afternoon I just hung up on her. This afternoon I told her not to waste anymore time calling me until she puts the Genie back into the bottle. I don't think I'll hear from her again.



Becoming A Slut Wife: Alma



Okay, so I married her for her money. So what? She got her moneys worth out of the deal. She got an attentive husband, a damned good sex life (something she'd never had before) and no more lonely nights. I in turn got something that I'd never had before - a life where I didn't have to worry about where next months rent was going to come from or would I be able to come up with enough to buy groceries for the coming week.

Besides, it wasn't as if I had to beat other suitors off with a stick. Alma wasn't exactly a raving beauty. She was as homely as a mud fence. She did have a pretty nice body though; although from the way she dressed you would never know it. I found out by accident and I was just enough of a cock hound to overlook the homeliness just to get some of her pussy and one thing led to another and here we are.

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Alma was in my Managerial Economics class and I knew her name, but not much else about her. To be honest about it I never expected to learn much else about her. One the homely side and a little dumpy looking in the sack dresses she always wore there wasn't anything there to attract me. She was also very shy and if you happened to look at her she would quickly look away. No, definitely not someone that I would take the time to get to know.

Don't get me wrong here; I wasn't the campus stud and a good half (better make that two-thirds) of the women I chased after turned their nose up at me and those that didn't weren't interested in me for anything more than the short-term.

One night on my way home from classes I saw a woman on the side of the road changing a tire. It was raining cats and dogs and the woman was soaking wet and obviously having problems with the car jack. I pulled over and got out to help and saw that it was Alma. She looked like a drown rat. Her car had fabric seats so I made her sit on the vinyl seats in my car while I took care of her flat.

When I was done I got in my car, started it up and as I started to pull away Alma said, "What are you doing?"

"I live two blocks from here and I'm going to get you into something dry and warm before letting you go back to your car. The way you are now you would soak your seats clear through."

"That's not necessary, please let me out."

"It is necessary. You sit behind me in Econ and the last thing I need is to sit there and have to listen to you cough and sneeze if you catch cold."

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We got to my place and I gave her a clean towel and told her to take a hot shower while I found something dry that might fit. She kept protesting that it wasn't necessary and I just ignored her and pressed on. I had a few odds and ends that various ex-girlfriends had left behind and I gathered them up, cracked open the bathroom door when I heard the shower start and tossed them inside. I wasn't trying to sneak a peek, but I did happen to glance at the mirror and it showed a naked Alma and as I closed the door I wondered why in the hell she was hiding that body under shapeless dresses.

When Alma finally came out of the bathroom I saw that the clothes that I had rounded up for her didn't fit all that well - they were too tight and looking at that tightly wrapped body I wondered again why she hid it. She noticed my expression and asked, "Something wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because it has been a long time since I have seen a body that sexy."

"No one has ever said that to me before."

"How would they know? You keep it hidden under all those loose fitting bag dresses."

"You really think that it is sexy?"

She was a virgin although you never would have believed it from the way she behaved. I'm still not sure who seduced whom, but she came after me with a hunger that wasn't to be believed. She was hot, she was eager, and for her first time she was a better fuck than most of the girls I'd had who had long ago given up their cherry.

Alma was insatiable and she on wanted to fuck long after I lost the ability to get it up again. When I dropped her back at her car she said, "Can we do it again?"

"We can if you want to."

"Tomorrow? After class?"

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Homely or no, there was no way I was not going to take advantage of the situation as long as I could. I didn't even have to worry about being seen in public with her because all she wanted to do was follow me home from class, go to bed and fuck until I couldn't get hard again. Then she would say, "Tomorrow? After class?" and I'd nod a yes. And the one great thing about the situation was that I had no competition because Alma still came to class in those god awful shapeless sacks she wore and no one else ever knew what she had.

Our affair was in its fifth month when I got a phone call from the ABC Corporation asking me to come in for an interview. I couldn't remember sending them a resume, but graduation was fast approaching and I still didn't have a job lined up so I said okay.

I showed up at the appointed time and place and was almost immediately ushered into the office of a Mr. Jason Thurgood. He cut right to it.

"Mr. Fox, what are your intentions toward my daughter?"

"You are Alma's father?"

"I am, and I want to know just how you see your relationship with my daughter."

What's a polite way of saying, "Well sir, I'm just fucking her until something better comes along." But I guess I didn't have to tell him that because what he said next pretty much told me that he all ready knew it.

"I am concerned about my daughters welfare Mr. Fox. May I call you Brian?"

I said by all means and he went on. "Circumstances dictate that I keep a close eye on her and so I knew immediately when you two started spending time together. In fact, my men were getting ready to move in and change Alma's tire for her when you came along. I am not a stupid man Brian and I'm sure that you know that I know what I'm saying when I say "spending time together." My question was "What are your intentions," but I saw from the look on your face when I asked it what the truthful answer would be. But then, you wouldn't have given me a truthful answer, would you."

He looked at me for several seconds and then he said, "No, no you wouldn't have. Anyway, as I've said, I am concerned about Alma's welfare so when she took up with you I had you investigated. You were only able to attend college because of scholarships and your job prospects are not all that great. With just a BA in Business you won't find much out there except at an entry level position that will probably prove to be a dead end unless you come up with an MBA. I would like to make you a proposition Brian, one that will benefit the three of us, you, me and Alma. Would you be interested in hearing it?"

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To sum things up, Thurgood was extremely wealthy and very much aware that he had a homely daughter. I was the only male who had ever shown an interest in her and at least as far as he could tell, she was happier now than she had been since she was old enough to start grade school and be taunted by the other kids. He wanted her to remain happy.

I left Thurgoods office feeling like I hit been hit by a runaway truck, but also considerably richer than I had been when I walked in. It was complicated, but I didn't care because for the first time in my life I could actually see a future for myself.

Thurgood would use his influence to get me into the MBA program at the Harvard Business School, he would pay for the education and he would deposit seventy-five thousand into my checking account. Those were immediate and only required that I ask Alma to marry me. If she said no I would still get them just for asking. If she said yes, on the day I said "I do" he would establish an interest bearing irrevocable trust fund in my name with the stipulation that Alma and I remain married for ten years before I could touch it. If I left Alma for any reason other than her infidelity before the ten years were up I would get twenty-five thousand for each year we were married. If she divorced me for any reason other than my infidelity or physical abuse I would be entitled to the trust fund. If she divorced me for either of the mentioned reasons I would get squat.

And there was more. He would find a place for me at ABC. He couldn't do it before the wedding because it would look like he was buying Alma a husband (which he was), but he would do it as soon as I had my MBA. The wedding gifts would include a house and sufficient cash to enable us to live until I was out of school and working and he would continue Alma's five grand a month allowance. Last, but by no means least, Alma was never to know about the arrangement.

So, there it was. I proposed, Alma accepted, we were married and I got my MBA and the job at ABC.

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The first six years were good ones. The marriage worked although there were occasional whispers that I'd married into the family out of greed. Alma became even more insatiable now that we had more than just evenings after classes to work with and sometimes I despaired of even being able to get out of bed in the morning, let alone get out of bed and go to work.

The job was working out fine. My first day at work my father called me into his office and laid down the ground rules.

"I gave you the job, but I don't play favorites. Whether or not you go anywhere in this company is strictly up to you." 

I'd expected no less and I'm pretty sure that I surprised the hell out of him when I started moving up in the company. By my third year I was a regional manager and by the end of my fifth year I was a divisional manager and had a better than average shot at the next vice-presidency.

I think that he was also surprised that my marriage to his daughter was not just a marriage in name only. Alma was happy and between the hours I spent at work and the hours I spent buried in Alma I didn't have time to do anything that would fuck things up. Not that I ever intended to - not with the pot of gold waiting for me at the end of the ten year rainbow. You have any idea how much interest 500k can draw over ten years? No sir! No way was I going to do anything that would fuck that up.

Well, fucked up things did get, but not by me - it was all Alma.

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Three things happened to change things. First, Alma decided to give me a present. She had plastic surgery done and had given herself a face that complimented her fabulous body. Secondly, that new face made her feel sexier and that translated to a constantly worn out Brian and Alma was frustrated at being left wanting more and not being able to get it. The third, and probably the most disastrous was that she finally began hearing the whispers that I had married into the family out of greed.

The first hint that I had that there was trouble was when Alma stopped trying to fuck me to death. She still came after me almost every night, but it wasn't the frenzied coupling that it had been. Next came the not being home when I got there, nights out with her girl friends that she came home late from, and on those nights she always showered before she came to bed. She said it was because she wanted to wash the stink of cigarette smoke off of her before she curled up next to me.

I had no idea that these were the classic signs of infidelity. Why would I think that? No one had ever looked twice at Alma before. But I hadn't considered that there was a new Alma - an Alma with a beautiful face. Then I began to hear rumors about Alma - rumors of wild behavior on her 'nights out with the girls.' I still didn't think of other men; I just figured that Alma was letting loose for the first time in her life and who was I to begrudge her that.

Six months went by and then one day my father called me into his office.

"What are you going to do about Alma?"

"About what?"

"You don't know? No, I can see that you don't. Well, it's your life and it isn't up to me to meddle."

"But you already have meddled. By bringing me in here and starting this conversation you meddled. Spit it out dad; you and I have no secrets where Alma is concerned, except from her of course."

"Well Brian, even though Alma is married I still keep a fairly close eye on her. It became a habit when there was that rash of kidnapping businessmen and their families and a man in my position worries about things like that. The truth is that my daughter is fast becoming a cock crazy slut. She has had affairs with seven men in the last six months. I can see that the news shocks you."

All I could do was shake my head yes.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know?"

"You don't know? It is your golden opportunity Brian. It may sound strange coming from me, but you don't have to put up with that shit. You could hire a private detective, get the goods on her and get out from under. Our agreement gives you an out for infidelity. You have all ready done better by her than I had any right to expect and don't sweat your job here either."

"Thanks, that's nice to know."

"Well, let me know what you are going to do."

"I already know."

"What?"

"Nothing at the moment. I need to see if there isn't some way to work things out with her."

"For God's sake why?"

"Because dad, somewhere along the way I fell in love with my wife."

"Oh you poor bastard."

"Yeah, ain't that a bitch."

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It was two nights after my meeting with my father before Alma had another girl's night out. I made sure that I was waiting up for her when she got home at three in the morning.

"What are you doing up?"

"Waiting for you."

"Why? Don't you have to be to work in the morning?"

"Yeah, but for some reason I'm horny as a goat and I have been eagerly awaiting your getting home."

"All right! That's my Tiger. Just let me take a quick shower."

"No baby, I want you right now, right here on the floor and just the way you are."

I started to unbutton her blouse and she tried to pull away from me. 

"No honey, let me go wash the cigarette stink off me. I won't feel right making love stinking the way I do."

"If I didn't know better Alma, I'd think that you were trying to hide something from me."

I saw her face change and she said, "Okay Brian, I would rather not have done it this way, but since you are pushing it I might as well get it over with. I've been with another man tonight and I wanted to do you the courtesy of washing him off me before getting in bed with you. You still in a hurry to have me now?"

That was a cold shot. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't the in your face I just fucked another man.

"No I guess not Alma, not since you put it that way."

"Run on up to bed Brian. I'll take a shower and then we can make love."

"I don't know about that Alma."

"About what Brian?"

"About making love Alma. It doesn't sound as if there will be much love there, at least on your part."

"Oh come off of it Brian. You didn't marry me for love, you married me for my money, but don't sweat it baby, I'm not all that unhappy about it. I've been getting my moneys worth."

"Where did you get the idea that I married you for your money?"

"All I had to do was look in the mirror Brian. I know that you didn't marry me for my looks."

"True, you weren't that great a beauty then, but you were a beautiful person and the most fantastic piece of ass I'd ever run across and that was enough for me. I don't know where you came up with the idea that it was your money that I married you for. If you will think back Alma, it wasn't until after I asked you to marry me that you introduced me to your family and I found out they had money. After I asked you to marry me Alma. Remember? After I asked you to marry me? But you have obviously made up your mind so there isn't much use in continuing this conversation."

I headed upstairs and went to bed. Alma took a shower and then she got in bed with me and reached for my cock. "Come on Tiger, let's take care of that horny feeling of yours."

"Leave me alone Alma. I don't want anything to do with you now."

"Sure you do baby, you just don't realize it yet. Alma will make it better."

I tried to turn away from her and push her away, but she did not intend to be denied and once she locked her mouth on my cock the treacherous thing wouldn't listen to me either. When I was hard she climbed on top of me and rode me, rocking back and forth as she looked down at me.

"Nothing has to change baby. I like being married to you and I have no intention of pushing you out of my bed, but while being married to you is nice and it is convenient, it is not a necessity. As long as you don't get difficult about the way things are going to be from now on I see no reason to change anything. Look on the bright side baby. You had a hard time satisfying me on your own. Now you have some help to take the pressure off."

She got me up two more times that night and even though I really didn't want to she wouldn't take no for an answer.

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She was still sleeping when I left for work and I spent most of the day trying to figure out what I was going to do. There had to be some way that I could put the marriage back the way it was. At least that is what I thought until I got home from work that night. I walked into the house and found Alma and some guy I didn't know making out on the couch in the living room. 

They broke apart long enough for Alma to say, "I thought that since you now know what I'm doing there isn't much sense in my sneaking around to do it."

She turned back to the guy but he held her away from him and looked at me, "Who is he?"

"That's just my husband. Don't worry about him, we have an arrangement."

"We do?"

"Don't be a boor Brian. We covered this last night."

"No we didn't Alma, we didn't cover anything. You talked a lot of bullshit and I listened because I just happened to be there. I didn't agree to shit and I'm not agreeing to shit."

The guy started to get up and said, "Hey, I didn't sign on to get in the middle of a family argument."

"Sit down pal. There isn't any argument here. She has just decided that she doesn't want to be married to me any more. Go ahead and enjoy. Take it from me, she's the best piece of ass that you'll ever have."

I left them alone in the living room and went upstairs and packed a bag. I heard Alma's familiar screams echo through the house and I knew I was going to miss her. When Alma took her shower and came to bed I wasn't there. We have a four-bedroom house and it took her a minute or so to find the spare bedroom I was staying in - it was the one with the locked door. She wasn't going to get me hard in spite of myself that night.

"Brian, open this door Brian."

"Go away Alma, we have nothing to talk about. You have already made things perfectly clear and I'm not going to waste anymore time trying to convince you that you are wrong."

"Brian, stop being silly and open this door."

"Go away Alma."

"Brian, I won't have this. Now you open this door right now, you hear me?"

I put a pillow over my head, but I could still hear her as she beat on the door and hollered at me for the next five minutes before giving up and going to bed.

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The next day I was up and out of the house before Alma was up and I followed my father's advice. As soon as I got to work I arranged for a private detective and then I made arrangements to move into the company's apartment at the Embassy Suites until the dust settled. I didn't go home that night and Alma called my cell phone a half dozen times but I never took the calls or called her back. She was on the phone to me five minutes after I got to the office the next day.




Becoming A Slut Wife: Alma



"Where were you last night?"

"Moving in to my new apartment."

"Brian, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting out Alma. It seems that you don't want to be my wife anymore and that somehow you got the idea that you could be a whore and it would be okay with me."

"Brian, you aren't thinking clearly on this. We both know that you married me for my money and pretending to be the outraged loving husband is a waste of time. I told you that it didn't matter. Now I'll expect to see you tonight. I'll have dinner ready and then we can go to bed and I'll show you how much it doesn't matter to me."

I said, "Goodbye Alma" and I hung up on her.

I didn't go home that night and I didn't take Alma's calls the next day. I went and talked with my father and told him what was happening and why.

"She actually brought him home while you were there?"

"Yep."

"God, what has gotten into that child."

"If I had to guess I'd say that it was her new face. She is no longer the ugly duckling and she's trying to make up for all that she thinks she missed out on. I'm going to need some time off. I'm not taking her calls and sooner or later she will just come down here to the office and I don't want to see her or talk to her until I serve her with the papers." 

"You are determined to divorce her?"

"I don't want to, but if she doesn't change I don't see that I have a choice."

"I'm sorry that I got you into this Brian."

"Hey, I went for your offer out of pure greed dad. I'm as surprised as anyone as to how it turned out. I'm not sorry I did it, I'm just sorry its ending."

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My cell phone rang a dozen times a day for the next two weeks and I didn't answer it if I didn't know who the caller was. Alma figured out that I was using caller ID to screen out her calls and she tried using pay phones or a friend's phone and if she got through I immediately hung up.

The day my lawyer called and told me that the divorce papers had been served I finally took a call from Alma. 

"Brian damn you, where have you been, why haven't you taken my calls and what the hell is this about a divorce?"

"You are a college graduate Alma so you should be able to figure out that your third question is the answer to the first two."

"Brian you are being stupid about this. We don't have to be divorced. I told you honey, I like being married to you. You don't have to do this."

"Of course I do Alma. It is a pride thing, an ego thing if you will. No man, if he is any kind of man at all, is going to let his wife pull the shit on him that you have been pulling on me. My detective, the one who took the photos that were in the envelope with the divorce papers, also found out that you have been doing this shit for the last seven or eight months. Did you get a kick out of it Alma? Did it turn you on to come home to me and let me go down on you after you had been with another man?"

"I never did that to you Brian. I always showered and douched before getting in bed with you."

"Sure you did Alma and we are both absolutely sure that the douching got every last little bit of your lover out of you, aren't we? Did you always brush your teeth and gargle? I know how much you like to suck cock Alma so how many times did you kiss me with peter breath?"

There was silence on her end of the line.

"What, no answer to that one? Well here is another one you can try and answer. What did the divorce papers ask for? You don't have to answer that one either; I'll do it for you. They don't ask for a thing. Not the house, not the furniture, no settlement of any kind. All they ask for is to let me out. I walked into my marriage with nothing but my love for you and I'm leaving with nothing but my pride. That's how much your money means to me."

"Please don't do this Brian. We can work it out."

"No we can't Alma. It was too late to work things out when you brought that asshole home with you and fucked him in my house and it was already too late when you started using that bullshit about my marrying you for your money as an excuse for fucking other guys. That is a lie that you tell yourself so you won't feel bad about what you have been doing to me. The truth is that you had plastic surgery and now all of a sudden men are hitting on you and trying to get you into their beds.

"You lived your life as an ugly duckling who was ignored and now that you have turned into a beautiful swan you have decided to make up for lost time, to see what all you have missed out on. Well you got it Alma. You always had the sexy body and now you have the face to match. Don't sweat it Alma, your bed will never be empty. Goodbye Alma."

As I hung up the phone I looked across the desk at my father, "How did I do dad?"

A little melodramatic, but not bad, not bad at all. In fact, if I'd have had a son I could only have prayed that he be as big an asshole."

"Heady praise coming from the master."

"What now?"

"Well, I'm not dumb, so I guess we will go through with the divorce. After that, we will just have to see."

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It wasn't easy avoiding Alma until the divorce was final, but with the help of a few others I managed it. The receptionist in the lobby warned me every time Alma came into the building and I managed to be gone from my office when she got there. 

The security guards let me know whenever she camped out in the parking lot next to my car and I would call a cab and have it pick me up at the loading dock out back.

She tried going through her father, but he wouldn't help her. "You made your bed Alma. Brian didn't deserve what you did to him so you have no one to blame but yourself."

We lived in a No Fault state so she couldn't contest the divorce, but she did show up in court the day the divorce was granted. She came up to me when it was over.

"Please Brain, talk to me."

"Nothing to say Alma, you said it all the last night we lived together, remember? Let me see if I can remember the exact words. "While being married to you is nice and it is convenient it is not a necessity. As long as you don't get difficult about the way things are going to be from now on I see no reason to change things." Is that about right? Well consider this as my being difficult Alma.

"Oh, and one last thing, let's read this decree together to see just how your money hungry ex made out after marrying you for your money. Where is it? It must be in here some where. Damn. Nothing, not a dime. In fact it even says that I have to pay attorneys fees and court costs. Boy, did I ever fuck up. Marry you for your money and end up with nothing and have to take money out of my own pocket to pay for the divorce. I'll just have to do better the next time I marry for money."

"Brian, please. Let me talk to you. Please listen to me Brian."

"I did listen Alma. I listened to my private detective tell me about nine of the men you fucked behind my back. I listened to your screams and moans when you brought a man into my house and fucked him while I was there. It's over Alma. Rejoice at seeing the gold digging asshole slinking away with out a dime of yours in his pockets. Now if you will excuse me I have a date with a woman who will try to help me start a new life. It won't be much of a start though; the lady is as poor as a church mouse so marrying her for her money will be a waste of time, but then I don't do well at that, do I?"

I turned and walked to the back of the courtroom where a drippingly gorgeous blonde stood waiting for me. She had been hired from an escort agency just for the occasion, but Alma didn't know that. I offered the blond my arm, she took it and we left.

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The divorce decree, the pictures and the detective's report satisfied the requirements and the trust was released to me. I offered Jason the 500k back and told him I'd settle for just keeping the interest, but he refused.

"A deal is a deal and you more than fulfilled your end of it. What now?"

"I don't have a clue."

"You going to take her back?"

"What kind of a deal do I get this time?"

"Asshole!"

"Yes dad, but an asshole after your own heart."

"You do know that she hasn't seen another man since a week after you left and she finally realized you weren't coming back?"

"No, I didn't know that. The main reason that I went forward with the divorce is because I didn't think she would stop. I thought that once she shed the ugly duckling image and started to get hit on that she would glory in it too much to stop."

"You still love her?"

"Fraid so."

"Well, from all the crying on my shoulder that she has done I know that she knows that she fucked up big time and I also know that she loves you."

"She didn't get it wrong dad. She was right; I did marry her for the money. What she did wrong was to not confront me with it so we could have worked it out. Hell, if she had confronted me I would have admitted it, not your part of course, but I would have told her that I married into the family because of the money and then I would have shown her that everything had changed and that I'd come to love her for herself and that I'd prove it by signing a predated prenuptial. And that was before her new face. That new face is what fucked everything up."

"You still haven't answered my question. What now?"

"I avoided her until the divorce was final. Now that it is over I will no longer be unavailable. If she wants to chase me fine, but she is going to have to do all the work and she is going to have to convince me that she is worth taking back."

"Why not cut out the bullshit. I'll make you a vice president if you'll marry my daughter."

"No dice dad. You'll make me a vice president even if I don't marry your daughter."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

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It took her a while, mostly because I wouldn't make it easy for her, but Alma finally got me to agree to talk to her. I listened for three hours as she confessed and begged me to forgive her. I told her that I didn't know if I ever could do that and that even if I could it would take me a hell of a long time to get over what she had done. We left it that we would get together and talk again and we did.

She invited me home to have dinner with her and I told her that I would never set foot in that house again because I would always hear the noises echoing through the halls that she and her lover had made that night. It was all bullshit of course, I was deliberately trying to make things hard for her. She surprised the hell out of me by putting the house up for sale the very next day.

Alma tried hard and I gave ground a little bit at a time until the day came when she asked me to marry her again.

"If I do there is one condition that you will have to meet."

"What's that?"

"You will have to sign a prenuptial agreement. Now that I'm a vice president and dragging down a big salary I have to make sure that you aren't marrying me for my money."



Becoming a Slut Wife: Angie



Angie and I finished moving into the new house on a Sunday and on Monday I took a day off work to help her open boxes and move furniture. We were both very happy that day because the new house was the culmination of a long held dream. A large, comfortable home built on ten acres of rolling hills and far from the smog filled skies of the city.

Our nearest neighbor was over a quarter of a mile away and was the only house within a mile on either side of us. All you could see of it between a gap in the trees was the swimming pool. I came home from work on the fourth night of living in our new house and Angie met me at the door with a drink. She kissed me and as we headed toward the kitchen she said, "I saw our new neighbor today." 

"Did they drop by and introduce themselves?" 

"I don't think it is a they, I think it's more of a him." 

"Well, keep an eye on him and keep me posted." 

After that the first thing that Angie would talk to me about when I got home from work was the neighbor. "He doesn't seem to work, unless it's nights. He's home all day and he seems to be something of a swinger." 

"How so?" 

"He always has good looking, well built girls visiting him and it never seems to be the same one twice." 

"Maybe he just has a lot of friends." 

"Very good friends. He's made love to everyone of them on that lounger next to the pool." 

"You watch?" 

"Of course. It's better than a porn video. It gets me all hot and bothered and I can't wait for you to get home. Race you to the bedroom."

The next night I came home from work to find a naked Angie waiting for me. The door hadn't closed and she was on her knees and fishing out my cock. As soon as she had me hard she pulled me down on the floor and had me make love to her right there. When it was over I asked her what brought that on and she said, "Come on, I'll show you. It has been going on for the last four hours." She led me to the bedroom and I saw a telescope mounted on a tripod pointing in the direction of the neighbor's house. Angie said, "I drove into town and bought it this morning. Take a look." I put my eye to the eye piece and saw a well built redhead with a cock in her mouth, one in her pussy and two guys sucking on her tits. "I've counted seven guys and she hasn't gotten up since they started on her four hours ago." Angie pushed me out of the way and put her eye to the scope, "God, how can she do that? Fuck me baby, fuck me while I watch." I dropped my pants and did what she asked.

For the next month I would come home every night and Angie would be waiting to tell me what she had seen that day and to tear off my clothes and drag me to bed. The neighbor seemed to have his gangbangs on Tuesdays and Fridays; the rest of the time it was just a single girl and rarely the same one twice. It was a hot August day and when the doorbell rang I answered and found our neighbor standing there. 

"Hi, I'm Steve Russell, your next door neighbor and I thought it was about time I got up here and introduced myself." 

I introduced myself and invited him in. 

"I thought I would be neighborly and invite you down to take a dip in my pool. If there ever was a day for it, this is it." 

I told him that I would love to, but that I'd have to ask my wife. I went upstairs to where Angie had her eye stuck to the telescope, "What's up?" 

"Nothing. He hasn't come out all day." 

"That's probably because he's sitting downstairs in our living room." 

"Our living room? He's here?" 

"Yep. Came over to introduce himself and invite us down to take a dip in his cement pond." 

"Do you want to go?" 

"I don't see why we shouldn't take him up on his offer. It's a very hot day." 

"Okay, give me a minute. I'll have to find a suit." 

I put my swimming trunks on and went back down stairs to wait for Angie. When she came down the stairs she was wearing her skimpiest black bikini and I did not like the look I saw in Steve's eyes as he took her in. After introductions we drove down to Steve's place where we splashed around and had several drinks and got aquatinted. I was a little put off by the way Steve kept looking at my wife, but I put it down to a case of misplaced jealousy on my part and Angie was certainly a woman worth looking at. I was really surprised that Angie seemed to like Steve. Given the fact that he seemed to be fucking every woman in the state and that Angie's father had abandoned Angie and her mother to be a full time cock hound I would have thought she would have disliked him. After spending three hours at Steve's we went on home.

Two weeks later I came home from work and found Angie standing by the kitchen sink with damp hair and a slight smell of chlorine about her. As she served dinner I began to wonder if she was going down to Steve's during the day and swimming in his pool with him. If she was, why wasn't she telling me? It didn't take me long to figure out that Angie was having an affair with Steve. But thinking and knowing are two very different things and I set out to find out for sure.

I told Angie that I had to take a business trip and that I would be gone for two days. I left the house in a cab and had the cab driver take me to the airport where I rented a car. I drove to a motel and checked in and then I went to a camera shop and bought a good SLR with a telephoto lens. I had done some scouting and I had found the perfect place to use as a hide. It was a small clearing on the side of a hill that looked down on Steve's back yard. I drove my rental as close as I could and then hiked in the rest of the way to the hide and settled in to see what I could see. I had been there less than an hour when my worst fears were confirmed. She drove into his driveway and he came out of the house, took her in his arms and kissed her. It was a long and passionate kiss and then they went into the house. I waited another hour before I saw them come back out. Both of them were naked and they walked to the pool and dove in. They played a little grab and tickle in the shallow end and then they came out of the water and Angie laid down on the lounger and I watched as Angie first sucked his cock and then fucked him. I burned through two rolls of film and then I packed up and headed back to the motel. 

I waited until nine o'clock and then I called home and asked her how she was doing. She said she was okay, just bored sitting around the house waiting for me to get home. We each told the other that we loved them and then I broke the connection. The next day I was back in my hide by eleven in the morning and it was two before Angie drove into the drive, Steve was already sunbathing by the pool and Angie stripped as she walked toward him. By the time she got to him she was naked and she knelt down next to him and began to suck his cock. I took shot after shot of Angie sucking and fucking Steve and I was about to call it quits when another car drove into the driveway and four men got out. Angie glanced their way and then went back to sucking Steve's cock. Within minutes the four men were naked and Angie was taking them all on. I had run through six rolls of film and was thinking of calling it a day when another car arrived and two more men joined the party. The orgy by the pool was still going on three hours later when I finally got up and left.

I had a friend who was an amateur photographer develop the film for me and then I called Angie and told her what time my flight would be in. I drove to the airport and turned in my rental and was waiting at Arrivals when she drove up. I told her I would drive and had her slide over to the passenger's side and as I got in the car I tossed the envelope with the pictures down on the seat between us. 

"What's that?" she asked. 

"Photos of what I did on my trip." 

She picked up the envelope and took out some of the photos and I saw her face go pale. She leafed through them and then put them back in the envelope. 

"What are you going to do?" 

"See a lawyer first thing Monday morning." She turned her head away from me and didn't say another word on the way home. The next day was Saturday and I did my best to stay out of Angie's way and when she left the house at two I knew where she was going and I didn't care. At three I went up to the bedroom and put my eye to the telescope and she was there all right, but her clothes were still on and all they seemed to be doing was talking. Probably telling him he was about to be named a party to a divorce. I left the telescope and went down to my little home office and tried to catch up on some of the things I had let slide while I was off playing detective. Ten minutes I heard Angie come back into the house. Poor baby, so shook up that she couldn't even fuck her boyfriend today.

It was nine o'clock when the doorbell rang and when I looked out the peephole I saw Steve standing there. Of all the fucking nerve I thought as I opened the door to give the asshole a piece of my mind and maybe take a piece of him for myself. But when I opened the door several men who had been bending low so they couldn't be seen rushed in and grabbed me. Angie came out of the kitchen, "Take him upstairs to the bedroom guys" and then she looked me right in the eye and said, "Steve knows the way."

I was kicking and struggling to break free, but with five guys working to subdue me I didn't have much of a chance. My clothes were stripped off me and I was thrown face down on the bed and held there as Angie went into the bathroom and came back out with the tube of KY jelly. I began to see what they had planned for me and I made a mighty effort to break free and I screamed out "I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone of you cocksuckers" and all that got me was a sock stuffed in my mouth. 

I felt fingers with KY on them probing my ass. One finger, then two and then I felt it poking at my asshole. I tried, God how I tried to break free, but to no avail. I screamed as it pushed into me, but the sound was absorbed by the sock. It hurt, God did it hurt and I screamed and screamed as Angie said, "Be patient baby. It will begin to feel better and you might even like it after a while. I know I did. It hurt like hell the first time you did it to me baby, but I learned to love it. Maybe you will too." 

I was held on my hands and knees while the guy fucking my ass pounded into me. After a few minutes I found that Angie was right, the pain did begin to lessen and soon the pain was replaced with a feeling I can't quite describe. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and Angie came over with a towel and wiped them off. 

"There, there baby, it will be over soon enough. Relax baby, try to enjoy it." 

The tears kept coming and all I could think about was the humiliation of being raped by a bunch of guys. I felt the hot wet flood as the guy fucking me came and he pulled out and was immediately replaced by another man. Either the second man was smaller than the first or my ass was becoming accustomed to having a cock in it. I heard Angie say, "Go wash your cock John. I don't want you putting it in his mouth with shit on it." 

Oh Jesus God, what was she doing to me and why? The second man was pounding into my ass and I suddenly felt strange and Steve said, "Look! His cock is hard - he must like it." 

The sock was pulled out of my mouth and two hands grabbed the back of my head and held it steady while a cock was shoved in to take the place of the sock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie circling the bed and taking pictures of my humiliation. For the next two hours I was forced to suck cock after cock as the men took turns filling my ass with cum. I was mortified when I came without having my cock even touched. Steve was fucking my ass and the one named John was fucking my mouth and I blew a load right down onto the sheets. 

Finally they were done with me and Angie told them to tie me to a chair and stuff a sock in my mouth before they left. When they were gone she came over to stand in front of me and she stripped off her clothes. The she knelt down in front of me and stared to suck my cock. She licked me and sucked on me until I came and after she swallowed it all she kept suck until I was hard again. When she had it as stiff as she wanted it she straddled me and eased herself down on my dick and then she moved up and down on me for a minute or two and then she stopped. 

"I know you won't believe this baby, but I did this to you because I love you." 

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at her. 

"I know baby. It will be a long time before you talk to me again, but you will. I know you love me as much as I love you even if you aren't in a mood to admit it. I did this because I don't intend to lose you over something as stupid as my having a little sexual fun. I did this because I don't want you out of my life. You can't divorce me now. If you try I'll show these pictures I took tonight to everyone you know, have ever known, or will ever know. You know how easy it is to get pictures from a digital camera onto the Net. You can say you were forced all you want and some people will even believe it, but most won't baby and you know it. So, you don't go to a lawyer and no one will ever know. I don't care if you show mine to everybody in the world because all that will do is make them want to fuck me. 

"I know you are mad at me for having an affair with Steve and for doing what I did over there. I'm sorry baby, but when I saw all those girls taking on all those guys for hours and hours I just had to see what it was like. And I'm glad I did because I loved it, but it doesn't mean that I don't love you. If anything I love you more now than ever because I know how good you are. You are much better than any of them baby. All I am to them is meat, but with that many guys fucking you being a piece of meat is fantastic. I had to try it once baby and I had to let Steve seduce me to get the chance, but he means nothing to me baby, nothing at all. I loved it baby and I would love to do it again, but I won't unless you tell me I can. 

"I'm going to keep you baby, whether you want me to or not" and then she began riding my cock and slamming up and down on me. I couldn't help it, I tried to hold back but Angie wouldn't be denied. I blasted a load into her and she rode me for another minute or so and then she climbed off of me and went back to sucking my cock. And after it had grown again she said, "I saw you baby. No one else noticed, but I saw you cum while Steve was fucking you and when you were sucking John's cock. You won't admit it baby, but you liked it. I saw how quickly you got hard again after you spilled onto the sheets. You liked it, I know you did. But that will be our little secret unless you don't want it to be. If you let me go over to Steve's again maybe you could go with me. Would you like that? They say that the family that plays together stays together." 

She got up and kissed my dick, told it not to go away and she left the room. She came back a minute later with a knife. She licked my cock a couple of more times and told it to stay up and then she cut me loose. She walked over to the bed and lay down. Spreading her legs she said, "Come on baby. Bring that hard cock over here and fuck the slut that loves you." 

I stared at her for a full minute without moving and then I went over to the bed and did as she told me.