5 comments/ 60514 views/ 17 favorites Whore Wife By: VitalWalt My husband is forcing me to write this. Well, maybe forcing is too strong a word. Strongly encouraging me perhaps is better, much in same way he strongly encouraged me to fuck his boss. There, I wrote it down. He is also strongly encouraging me to call myself a whore, which is, essentially what I am. I fucked his boss to get him a promotion, there is no kidding myself; I am a whore. "So what does that make you?" I ask my husband. "What do you think? I'm your pimp honey" he replied with an evil grin on his face. He is so proud of himself. I have to admit something else. I like him calling me his whore, it turns me on. Growing up a Catholic latina, the word puta,whore, is the worst insult you can hurl at a woman. I could have never dreamed that the word would one day apply to me, and that it would make me wet when my husband calls me his sweet latina whore. I could justify the whole thing rationally, after all my husband got his promotion, which means more money for him and lots of gifts, such as jewelry, a new car and more for me, but that would really only reinforce the inevitable conclusion; I am a whore. I even like writing it as much as I like hearing my husband say it. He is now strongly encouraging that I end this confessional preamble and get to the sexy parts. "The readers really do not care how much you like being called a whore, they want the sexy bits to jerk off to." Even that idea, that someone reading this is going to masturbate to my adventures in prostitution (that word is too proper for my taste), is a turn on. Let me again state that it was my husband's idea, I had no desire, or even fantasy to fuck his boss. It all sprang from his evil mind. We met when we were both in college and married in our early twenties. Bob is only the second man (not including my "john") I have ever been with, and after ten years of marriage, we still have a great sex life. He is a a Scott-Irish mutt and and I'm a Latina of Cuban and Colombian descent. No children yet, we don't feel ready, but we will someday. Although after what has happened, I think I want to put it off a bit longer. I can't remember when or how he first brought up the subject of his boss's divorce--I'll call him John--and how he would talk about how difficult it was to meet women, how lonely he was, that sort of thing. All very casual, I didn't give it much thought, he was just making conversation about the guy he works for, nothing out the ordinary. Then he began talking about the promotion and raise that he deserved, that he was the hardest worker in the division, the most qualified and so on, but that John is so unhappy and lonely he just could not see up from down. He wished he could do something for the guy to help him out. Did I know any single women to set John up with? "The guy has thing for Latin women, he told me he thought you are really beautiful." I was flattered, but not suspicions. I said, "All my friends are married, I really don't know anyone single." "How about any married friends?" he replied very innocently, or as innocently as one can say something like that. "Bob that's evil." I giggled. "I'm just saying, a roll in hay to relax this guy and get me a promotion, it'll mean more money..." My husband went on with this line of reasoning a bit too long, and my suspicions were aroused, but I played along. He finally came up with the idea of inviting John over for dinner. "Just the three of us?" I asked. "Sure, wine and dine him, we've never socialized with before, maybe we can pitch the idea of my promotion together." he said casually. "We? It's your job. What do you want me to say?" I asked. "Just look beautiful and show lots of cleavage." he laughed not so innocently. "He's got a thing for latinas like I do." "Just cleavage?" I replied mischievously. "Well maybe lots of leg as well and wear something tight to show off your ass" he said ginning that evil smile of his. "Oh I see, show as much tits, ass and legs as I can, anything else? "Yeah, dress as sluty as possible." It was at this point that I realized that husband was pimping me out, I thought figuratively, to his boss. I also realized that I liked the idea, it was a turn on. I didn't, couldn't, imagine that he was at this point thinking literally to turn his loving wife into a trick turning whore. "Alright, invite him for dinner next Saturday night, I'll convince him to give you raise." I said jokingly. He walked over and gave me a big hug, squeezed my ass and said "You're the best baby." I went shopping that week for the most expensive sexy dress I could find, really slutty, just as he requested. It was black, very tight, low cut with a leg slit almost to my ass, it didn't leave much to the imagination. I thought to myself, this ought to teach him a lesson. It's at this point that I should describe myself, perhaps, I should let my husband do it: "My wife is a super hot, petite, slim, big breasts, long black hair, great teeth, clear olive colored skin, and a killer ass, big, but not too big, just perfect. I love to watch it wiggle and shake as I pound my meat into her." "Alright, you are getting off topic, you are just describing me for the reader." "But honey, your ass shaking is a description of you." Anyway, the night of the dinner, Bob had a chef come to our house and cook a dinner for us. It cost a fortune, but in his mind well worth it. He didn't want me tired or stressed out. I loved the idea. About an half an hour before our guest arrivedm I came out of the bedroom in my new slut outfit. It looked like I had been poured into it. Bob's eyes practically popped out of his head. "Now that's what I'm talking about baby. You look fucking super sexy." Even the chef, a woman, gave me a second look when she saw me in that dress, and I don't think she was gay. She probably thought to herself, 'what a slut'. When the doorbell rang, Bob insisted that I answer it. I wish I had a camera to capture John's face when he saw me. He gave me the once up, then down, then up again look, and I swear, licked his lips. John was another fair haired, white boy, but at least four inches taller than my 5'7'' husband. This was only the second time that I had met him, and on second look, he wasn't bad looking. He was in his late thirties, still had a full head of hair, and looked like he worked out, overall not a bad catch, I couldn't see why he was have trouble meeting women. After the introductions, Bob played the host to the max, he loves it, and it seemed that he especially loved it when the guest is a man practically panting for his wife. He mixed cocktails for Bob, and poured me red wine whenever my glass was half empty. I didn't notice it, but he didn't drink at all. The conversation was all very proper and not out of the ordinary in the least, mostly small talk, although I did notice John stealing looks at my braless breasts throughout dinner. Our chef for the evening served us a delicious meal, as far as I can remember it, I was good and drunk by the time dinner was over and the chef went home. We settled into the living room for some more drinks and conversation. John sat on the sofa, my husband and I, on two chairs facing him. I can not remember how my husband did it, but he very cleverly, somehow, steered the conversation toward sex. John began talking about how he missed sex with his wife, but not anything else about her, how he wished he could find a hot Latina woman "like your wife." "Yeah I'm a lucky man right, I mean look at those tits on my wife, look at that ass. Joan stand up and let John have a good look at you." At this point I was feeling very aroused having my husband talk about my body in front of a strange. I did as I was told, I stood about three feet in front of John. "Turn around and bend over honey, show John that fantastic ass." I turned around to give him the view, then bent over as far as I could in that too tight dress. "You know John a woman like this deserves, nice things. I mean I buy her what I can afford. But if I got a promotion and a raise, I could buy her even nicer things. Joan would be very appreciative, wouldn't you honey, if got that promotion and raise." Between the situation and the alcohol I couldn't for the life of me form a sentence, I just murmured a "uh huh." "Joan take off that dress and show John your tits, he has been looking at them all night, let him have a real look." I slipped off the two straps holding up my top and pushed the dress to the floor. I was only wearing a thong, and black high heels. John sat up when my dress dropped to the floor his hungry eyes feasting on my body, his mouth open, he swallowed hard. My husband was in hard sell mode, "John what do you say, do I have that promotion and raise? Joan would show you her gratitude, isn't that right honey. If John gave me the promotion you would be grateful?" I made some sort of sound to signal my agreement with that statement. I would have agreed to anything my husband said at this point. Standing naked in front of a man who is not my husband made me more than a little moist. Finally John said, "Yeah Bob, the raise and promotion are yours pal, whatever you want." "Great John, I know you well enough to know you are a man of your word. Joan get on your knees honey and show John how grateful you are." John was was on his feet before my knees hit the floor. I closed the distance to John walking on my knees. He quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. In front of my face was a pup tent with a big pole. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the elastic of his shorts and quickly pulled them down. His cock popped out like a jack in the box and hit me in the jaw. I let a little scream and said; "Jesus your cock is fucking huge." My husband said latter that those words was like a knife to his heart. It never occurred to him that his six foot plus boss had a bigger cock than him. For a smart guy he can sometimes be dense, poor dear. I had forgotten all about my husband sitting six feet away from me, all I could think of was this huge penis in front of my face and how am I going to get it into my mouth. I instinctually grabbed it with my right hand and began stroking it. John let out a groan. I studied the penis in my hand as it became even stiffer. I was in a trance at this point, my mouth just opened by itself and I forced as much of that cock into my mouth as I could. John's hands grasped my head and he worked his fingers through my long black hair. Slowly at first, he bucked his hips forward to meet my mouth and pushed my head towards his manhood. He picked up speed with his hips and hands fairly quickly, soon he was quickly and forcibly fucking my mouth with his cock while pushing my head to take more of his enormous penis in my mouth. I was not used to such a large cock, my jaw began to ache and I would gag on some of the deeper thrusts down my throat, my husband had never fucked my mouth so roughly, fortunately he didn't last very long. I felt his legs and ass tighten, just before he pulled out of my mouth, he let out a cry and shot three large loads of sperm all over my face and tits. He collapsed on the couch. I spread John's spunk all over my tits, I read somewhere it makes a good moisturizer. It was at this point I heard the familiar groan of my husband as he orgasmed. He had been sitting in the chair watching and jerking off to the sight of his wife getting throat fucked by another man. I looked over at him as his sperm dripped down his hands still gripping his cock. He had the same look on his face that I imagined I did, gazed satisfaction. I'm a bit fuzzy on the next few minutes but I do remember lying on the floor fucking my pussy with two fingers. John, after a short while had composed himself, saw me masturbating on the floor, quickly got up, picked me up off the floor and carried me into the hallway leading into our bedroom. "I've been a selfish prick. You need a good fucking." He brought me into my bedroom, the one I share with my husband and laid me on my back. I hadn't noticed that he had closed the door behind us. My husband was now on the outside of his own bedroom, while his wife was getting her pussy licked by his boss. He was good at it too. He brought me to a shattering orgasm very quickly. Then, having regained his hardness, proceeded to fuck me hard and long, slow and fast, front, back and sideways. At one point John licked my asshole, then slid his spit covered finger into my ass. After a long while, he pulled out his finger and replaced it with his dick. He was fucking my ass and, after the initial shock and discomfort, I loved it, it was my first time. I finger my clit as he thrust himself deep in my ass. It was the last thing I remember. My husband later told me he sat on the floor outside the bedroom jerking off listening to my screaming orgasms. He said it killed him listening to his wife get fucked by another man but, at the same time, and in equal measure, it made him super horny listening to his wife getting fucked silly. John was gone when I awoke. I walked bowed legged into the living room and found my poor husband on the couch with dried cum on his cock and hands. Later that day, I told my husband about my first anal fucking at the hands of his boss. The thought that another man had performed a sex act on his wife before him, drove him insane. He immediately stripped me naked in the kitchen, where we were seated, threw me belly first on to the kitchen table, grabbed some extra virgin olive oil to lather up his cock and my asshole, all the while calling me a dirty filthy ass fucked whore. Then without any foreplay, he roughly shoved his cock into my ass and fucked me hard and fast until he shot his spunk deep in my ass. I am not ashamed to admit that I loved every minute of it. My husband said that his boss never discussed the night, except to just gave him a polite thanks "for a wonderful evening." I asked my husband how he could be so sure that the guy wasn't going to renege on the deal, or ask for more sessions with his whore wife. "I worked with the guy for five years, I know the guy, he's a real straight arrow. A deal is a deal with John." He was right, he got the promotion and the raise. A year later, John met someone from out of town and left his job to be closer to her. My husband got his job. John, before he left, recommended him for the position. My trick paid off twice for my husband. As for our marriage, my whoring has only given it more spice. We role play now, with yours truly as the whore and my loving husband as a john in need of my services. Of course, I have lots of new and expensive babbles. Only thing is, I am not playing a part, I really am a whore, and I love it. My husband also liked his role as my pimp. Just the other day he mentioned that his new boss is an attractive woman, recently divorced. He says she is very nice. He also says that he thinks that she is attracted to women. My husband is an evil man, and I love him for it. Whore Wife of Saturn Jordan manned the grappling hook as another pod came into orbit. It would have been clearly visible by the naked eye if Jordan's control cubicle had windows but fortunately the view screens before him were ultra high resolution so he probably wouldn't have been able to tell the difference anyway. Capturing pods was not something he had to do personally, the stations automated programming could easily perform this task and did so hundreds of times per week. But Jordan sometimes found it enjoyable to take manual control of the grappling hook, it was the closest thing he had to sport on the small station. Plus if the automated systems ever went down, he would have to do it manually so practice was essential, he told himself. The pods had to keep moving on their slow journey to mother Earth come hell or high water. Or more appropriate frozen water. But for Jordan, the real reason he was using the hook was because to distract himself. The small station was cramped for the five occupants on board so when two of them had sex, privacy was not an option. What made it worse was that one of the people was Jordan's wife Samantha. Jordan had worked for the Corps all his life but had found working his way up the ladder back on Mother Earth a highly competitive task. So when he had enquired about off world opportunities, he had been offered the position of commander of Telesto station at the Saturn-Tethys L4 point he almost accepted on the spot. But it was a 5 year rotation with a further 10 years spent in transit cryo so he spoke to his wife first. Jordan had been shocked when Samantha not only told him to accept the new role but told him she would be coming with him. Samantha moaned as one of the men plundered her body's treasures. It had been over a year now and Jordan was still coming to terms with his situation. When Jordan had informed the Corps of not only his decision but also his wife's intention he had not been met with the resounding no as expected. In fact he was told Samantha had contacted them and agreed to take the position of Comfort Assistant. Jordan was shocked and angry by the news, knowing full well what the position would entail. When he confronted his wife, she was unapologetic. "Do you know I will get paid more than you for five years? We will be rich!" Samantha declared ignoring her husband's question. Money was the last thing Jordan was considering. "But you are going to spend five years being fucked by every ice and rock rat around Saturn. How could you possibly do that?" "The sex will be fun. I have spent my entire life being cautious and refined and missed out on so much. This is an opportunity to really enjoy myself, far away from anyone who could judge me and still have my loving husband by my side." "But for five years. You will get tired of it and what then?" "Tired of having orgasms? If that ever happens kill me. You don't need to worry about that." "If you insist on doing this, I will pull out of my role." "And destroy your career that we have both worked hard to foster. All over some minor insecurity. What I'm doing shows the Corps we are company people. It will put you on the fast track." Jordan hated the fact she was right. "I forbid you to go," Jordan declared, frustrated by his wife's well considered responses. But Samantha just looked at him, her expression confirming his lack of power on the situation. She then smiled softly and stepped towards him curling into his arms that opened involuntarily at her approach. "You know I love you, I just want what's best for you." Jordan declared as he felt his anger melt away. "I know. And no matter what happens you are my man and I will never neglect you or make you feel second to anyone." And Samantha had been true to her word. One year in and she had maintained and even increased their intimacy and affection, all the while taking to her new role with gusto. Jordan looked down on his console. The pod was still 10 minutes away more than enough time to take a peek. As station commander, Jordan had access to all internal sensors. As much as he hated to admit it, he had become addicted to watching his wife's exploits, despite how torn and conflicted it made him feel. So as Jordan places his finger on the control pad, the pod on the screen before him was replaced by a dimly lit room. It was the main common room, a public space that all five crew shared. Very early on Samantha had made it a rule that she would normally fuck in the common room, as she enjoyed the space it afforded. It was one of the largest spaces on the station, much larger than the closet sized quarters they were all assigned. Jordan zoomed in on the main lounge in the centre of the room and immediate recognised his wife. Jordan had met Samantha 10 years (subjective time) ago and had found her to be a pretty, kind, albeit shy woman with a sweet personality. Once he had finally convinced her to sleep with him he was taken aback by the overt sexuality of her body. Her blonde hair, which she normally wore up and back cascaded over her slender shoulder and down the top of her bust. Her breasts were larger than he had expected, at least D cups that were perky and full with round pink nipples. Her breasts gave way to a flat stomach perfected through years of crunches and cardio. A light strip of blonde hair led away from her stomach to her pussy, which Jordan soon discovered was very tight. Samantha had not been very sexually experienced when they met which was apparently a strong part of her motivation to be a deep space whore. She had long curvy legs and a prominent ass that Jordan loved to give a good hard smack. Jordan had always held the fact he alone knew and appreciated his wife's incredible body as a matter of pride. But now he was not so privileged. Samantha had now shared her body with countless men (Jordan had literally lost count) everyone of them feasting on all the pleasures she had to offer. Jordan could tell that Samantha was on top of her lover, riding him with steady and forceful thrusts that undoubtedly buried the man's hard cock deep into her wet wanton pussy. As she did her large breasts bounced, stopped only by her lover's hands and mouth enjoying their fullness. Jordan could hear Samantha's moaning increase, both through the speakers of his console but also through the thin walls of the station. The sight and sound of his wife being pleasured made Jordan painfully hard, an involuntary reaction to the overt eroticism of the moment. He unzipped his fly and removed his own cock, stroking it as he watched his wife have sex. After a couple of minutes, Samantha dismounted her lover who stood and turned in behind her. It was the stations second engineer Sean. Sean was a young talented engineer cutting his teeth in a deep system posting. He was easy enough to get along with and has never been any trouble for Jordan. He hadn't believed his luck when he found out the wife of the new station commander was going to be a comfort assistant and the young man wasted little time enjoying the unexpected perk. He had regularly fucked Samantha for over a year now, probably more than any other man around Saturn and part of the reason was his body. Unlike Jordan's slightly overweight, average body, Sean had a toned, muscular, athletic physique. He was tall with wide shoulders that gave him a swimmers body, while his short dark hair, brown eyes and defined jaw made him objectively attractive. But Samantha had quickly discovered that it was his cock that she would find the most attractive. Jordan watched as Sean stood up behind Samantha, who was now leaning over the sofa. He still couldn't believe Sean's cock was real - over nine inches long and proportionally thick. Jordan glanced down at his comparatively small cock currently in his hand and found it hard to deny Sean's physical superiority. Jordan zoomed in on his wife, finding her so incredibly sexy. As he did, Samantha looked directly at the sensor and smiled devilishly She knew he was watching and seemed to love putting on a show for him. Jordan had first watched his wife have sex with another man the first night on board, when he and the other crew members took it in turns fucking Samantha in the common area. Both Jordan and Samantha had been very nervous but the alcohol Jordan had brought to toast the start of his tenure helped a lot. A drunken strip tease was followed by Samantha's first encounter with Sean, which ended in a thunderous scream filled orgasm and a mouth full of cum. At that moment, despite continued feelings of concern and jealousy, Jordan knew he had to accept what was happening. Samantha's coy smile was suddenly replaced by a silent scream as Sean's impressive cock penetrated her well used pussy from behind. Contorted by the most intense pleasure, Samantha's face told Jordan everything he needed to know - that his wife was having the best sex of her life and regretted nothing. Sean quickly built up pace, thrusting his big cock hard and deep in Samantha's pussy. Samantha arched her back accepting all that Sean had to offer, while his hands reached around and cupped her full breasts. She did not react as he firmly pinched and twisted at her nipples, she was to enraptured by the servicing she was receiving from Sean's cock. Jordan could hear the slap of Sean's hips against Samantha's round ass as he showed her pussy no mercy. He simply used her body for his own pleasure with no regard for Samantha. And she would have it no other way, as she held on to the edge of the sofa as her body was violated so perfectly. Samantha's moans had been replace by screams as orgasm after orgasm cascaded through her body. Her face contorted at the extreme pleasure of an orgasm that never truly abated, all of her effort being required to simply keep herself conscious. "God you fuck me so good," Samantha squealed as Sean pace quickened as he too approached orgasm. "Take it slut," Sean grunted. Jordan felt defensive of his wife when she was called such names but they seemed to make Samantha even more excited. As Jordan stroked his cock watching his wife getting fucked incredibly hard an alarm on his console rang. "Shit," Jordan exclaimed as he quickly flicked the view screen back to the approaching pod. He couldn't believe 10 minutes had gone by so quickly. The previously distant speck had been replaced by a large silver irregular sphere mirroring the dim light of Saturn and the distant sun. While it was referred to as a pod in reality it was simply a reflective foil wrapped completely around a gigantic piece of ice. Water was the commodity that Telesto traded in, capturing the fruits of mining efforts on Saturn's moon Tethys before sending them on their slow journey via the Interplanetary Transport Network back to mother Earth. The pod would be handled by another 5 Lagrange stations across the Solar System before finally reaching Earth orbit and being used as fuel for the orbital and Lunar industries. Jordan tried to concentrate as he positioned the grappling hook for capture. He hard cock still free, he tried to ignore his own painfully unmet arousal and the now boisterous screams of his wife. But he was a professional and at just the right moment, when the pod entered orbit of the L4 point he fired the grappling hook. The homing beacon on the pods main thruster and capture manifold meant Jordan's aim didn't have to be perfect but given the distances involved, he still had to be pretty accurate. He watched the tethered hook travel further and further from the station and approach the pod and within minutes he confirmed capture. He quickly began the retraction process that would slowly manoeuvre the pod into the right position allowing for the lowest energy transfer onto the appropriate ITN pathway. He let the computer do all the calculations for that, the pathways were always moving. Instead he quickly flicked his screen back to the common area hoping to witness the last moments of his wife's copulations. As the common room appeared he saw Samantha was now on her knees while Sean frantically stroked his member. Within moments he began to cum, showering Samantha's face and tits with his sticky white seed, much to her obvious pleasure. As Samantha began to wipe the cum into her mouth, Sean dressed in his one piece work suit. "Thanks babe," Sean said, "again later tonight?" "I am fucking Nathaniel after dinner but you can do my ass after that if your interested." "Absolutely, see you then," Sean replied enthusiastically before leaving the common area. After Sean had left Samantha turned to one of the sensors on the wall and smiled, continuing to eat the cum on her face and tits. "Did you enjoy that sweetie?" Samantha said to her watching husband, a naughty smile on her face. Jordan didn't waste any time. He left the control cubicle and headed straight for the common area to show his wife just how much he enjoyed her show. He may have been conflicted by his circumstances, feelings pangs of jealousy at the fact his wife was no longer his alone. But that didn't mean he pass up the opportunity to use her sexy body and dump another load of cum on her pretty face. She may have been his loving wife, but she was also a deep space whore and he was never going to pass up the opportunity to treat her just how she deserved.