9 comments/ 81677 views/ 16 favorites A Wife Awoken Ch. 01 By: dirty_geezer We are an English couple, who have been married for nearly ten years, living and working in a fairly typical English city. While the early days of our relationship was filled with hot hungry fucking, things have tamed down over the years, much to my disappointment, but oh well, I guess that's what happens over time. At least the love and friendship is still as strong. It's not as if my desire for my sexy little wife Sam has diminished, her body still stirs me every time she is close. Her long dark hair, framing her youthful face (you would never guess she is just over thirty), falls down to her chest, which draws the eyes to her pale white complexion, her large soft breasts begging for attention. I can never resist a squeeze of her full arse whenever she passes me at home, and her always so wet pussy just demands attention. I guess Sam just started to think that sex while fun wasn't the be all and end all, and was becoming something for 'special occasions', after all married couples don't fuck like animals do they? As I found my sex drive just as high as ever, and not wanting to cheat, I found myself drawn to the varied porn available on the internet, pictures, video, stories, and chatting to like minded sexually open women on the internet. When I found my new favourite story site, I was drawn like a moth to a candle to the 'slut wife' section. Just the combination of words got my heart beating; just imagine having a wife who was a true slut, who lived for sex, hot dirty sex at that. I guess a lot of guys might let jealousy stop them enjoying the fantasies I found in the stories, but I could understand the sexuality of the slut wife stories; that love and friendship doesn't have to be lost if the sexual self is shared. I myself am no submissive, so didn't understand the 'cuckold' stories where men wanted their wives to dominate and humiliate them, I much preferred the stories where the couples where equal, the wife fucking about with the husbands permission. Those stories kept me hot and horny for months… years even. They fuelled my own fantasies, those where my lovely yet conservative wife loses her inhibitions, learning to enjoy her body in every way imaginable, becoming a cum eating whore – oh yes my fantasies turned my wife into the dirtiest slut imaginable, and those fantasises made me cum he strongest. These fantasies where just that, and never intruded on my relationship with my wife, I would never dare force that issue. Yes we had used some fantasy in our love making, with me sometime suggesting that Sam was being watched by a stranger, or she was teasing men with her body, but I could never take it any further, not wanting to risk the marriage, after all, my wife is no slut, is she… …. Another weekend, another hard week at work for us both, which we thought would be best relieved with a few beers and a film. "Shall I invite Charles round tonight? You know that Christine and he split up the other week, I guess he must be going stir crazy in that flat of his." I ask Sam, thinking that I've got enough beer for three. Sam and Charles have known each other almost as long as I've been with Sam, and have always got on, so I knew she wouldn't mind spending the evening cheering him up. "Of course, no need to ask Chris, as long as you two guys don't do the blokes thing and ignore me all night!" Sam teases, knowing what we've been like in the past. "Cross my heart, this won't be a blokes only night. We won't spend the night drinking and watching porn," I grin. "Not without me anyway," she laughed back, pinching my bum as she triumphantly passes me, knowing how she had probably shocked me into submission. Shaking my head in amusement I turn and watch her arse, wondering if that's an extra wiggle she's putting on for me. 'Little minx' I think to myself, if only she would spend the evening watching porn just with me, let alone with company. A quick phone call later it's all arranged, Charles will arrive at 7pm, bringing more booze and a couple of films with him. I busy myself preparing for an evening in, make sure the beer is cold and the nibbles are prepared. The only thing that's missing is Sam, which I suddenly realise while I've got my head in the fridge. "Sam. Sam?" I shout upstairs, "Where are you hiding?" My calls are met with silence, so as I'm about to go up and drag Sam downstairs, I hear her walking down to join me. Hearing her behind me I glance back, and then have to do a double take, as Sam has really gone to town. "Well hello sexy," I coo, and I mean it. Sam's spent some time on her appearance tonight, her hair put up in curls, lips bright red and inviting. Her cotton summer dress hugging her curves, buttoned all down the front. "Like what you see Mister?" Sam says, giving me a twirl, her body covered but accentuated with the thin cotton dress. "Very nice. I can't wait till I get you alone, you're going to drive me crazy every time I look at you. Charles is going to spend all evening with a hard-on he can't do anything about," I joke, waiting for Sam to tell me off. To my surprise Sam's only reaction is to giggle, running her hands down her dress, smoothing imaginary creases while letting her fingers tease her breasts. "Do you think so darling?" she asks me, stepping closer so that her breasts push against my chest. "Do you really think men think I'm sexy? And don't tell me that you do, because that doesn't count, you have to say it!" she pouts, looking up into my eyes. "Are you joking, every man would love to get their hands on you!" I add to my words with my actions, letting my hands slip around Sam's waist, gently squeezing her full arse cheeks. I can feel her warm firm flesh through her dress, enjoying the sensation, before realising that I cannot feel the material of panties. "Oh you naughty girl, what have you got on under there?". I have no more time to push the matter, as we are interrupted by the sound of the door bell. Sam's eyes sparkle with humour as she twirls out of my arms, running out of the kitchen to rush to get the door, but as she steps through the door I'm sure I hear her laugh "That's for you guys to find out," I'm sure I must have misheard, but my heart still misses a beat and I feel the blood start to flow into my cock, just with the hope that this evening could turn into something far more interesting than I was expecting. Bringing myself to my senses I fill a cold box with beers and follow Sam into the lounge, where I find her already greeting Charles with a peck on his cheek. "Watcha mate, make yourself at home why don't you?" I joke, passing an embarrassed Charles a beer, taking his offering from him. "What delights have you brought us tonight then?" I ask, while pulling several DVDs and more beer from his bag. I know Charles too well, and he's not let me down, the movie selection he's brought is your typical 'blokes' selection. "Well Sam, you'll be pleased to know Charles has thought of you and brought some sensitive works of art with him. You have the magnificent choice of Terminator 3, or, I'm afraid to say, Lord of the G-strings. Charles, only you mate!" I laugh, expecting Sam to make us select something from our own film collection. "Sorry Chris, I just wasn't thinking," Charles starts to apologise, but is cut short by Sam. "Well I'm not watching that violent trash, but this could be fun," Sam says taking the dodgy porn title from my hands. "You know I like Lord of the Rings, and it'll be funny to see what they've done with it." "Well if you really think so Sam, I doubt it's ever going to win as many Oscars as the original." Laughing at Charles' discomfort I hand Sam our beers and perform the hosts job of setting up the DVD. I hear Sam talking to Charles while I tinker with the TV. "You don't have to sit on the floor Charles, that sofa is designed for three people you know. It's Chris' fault we don't have another chair in here, you know he likes it all minimal." "Hey I just like open space, I don't want it all cluttered," I retaliate, joining Sam and Charles on the sofa. Sam's right though, we did want a chair we could both spread out on, and there's plenty of room for Sam to lie across the sofa, head on my lap, with Charles sitting the other end. "This is the life eh mate?" I toast, knocking back my beer. As expected the film is pretty terrible. But it does allow for lots of laughter, as we all joke about the acting ability of the 'stars'. I do wonder how uncomfortable Sam feels sitting with two men watching soft porn, but she doesn't seem to be phased, in fact she's drinking beer and laughing as hard as any of us. As the film goes on, the naked bodies are having some effect, and I cannot hide the erection from Sam. She grins up at me, cheekily giving it a squeeze when she's sure Charles isn't watching. The amount of chatting starts to drop, as we all start to concentrate more on the soft focus fucking. I'm not the only one shifting uncomfortably, I know that Charles is sitting with his legs crossed to hide his own excitement. I'm surprised to hear the odd murmur of appreciate from Sam, as she seems to be sliding her legs against each other, as I know she does as her pussy starts to heat up. As the credits run at the end of the film, the sexual tension in the room is definitely building, and I start to wonder if Sam will want to get rid of Charles so she can jump on me. Sam is the first to speak, breaking the breathy silence. "Well that was quite fun, it did make me laugh. Although I can't really see the point, you couldn't really see much could you? I mean, if we're going to watch porn, I want to see some hard cock!" Sam tells us in a matter of fact way, Charles and I hardly know where to look, as it's hardly the sort of thing we'd expect her to come out with. "Oh come on guys, stop acting the prudes! You know exactly what I mean. I'm sure you want to see more than a couple of girls rubbing their tits and thighs don't you?" Sam continues, teasing us unmercifully. While I think of something witty to say Charles' brain kicks in first. "Well I'm sure if we ask nicely Chris will bring down something from his private collection, won't you Chris? That is, if you think you can handle it Sam?" he challenges, his mischievous side daring Sam to back up her words. "Oh I'm up for much more than you know Charles," Sam laughs, turning to me she winks, and turning back to Charles she continues "Chris, why don't you go and get us more beer, and the strongest DVD you have, and we'll see who is the prude." I almost run out of the room, trying to hide my obvious bulge, Sam's boldness exciting me far more than the film had. I rush upstairs, picking out something that I'd love Sam to watch, a hardcore gang bang movie, where the female star takes on all lots of men in every way possible. I've probably got harder, but I'm pretty sure this will challenge Sam's limits, and also the theme might be suggestive, especially as Charles will be sitting there with us. As I re-enter the room I'm surprised to see Sam has stretched out more, and Charles is giving her feet one of his famous foot massages. "Oh I see, when the hubby's away eh?" I joke, grinning at Charles to let him know I'm only playing. "Mmmm Chris, why didn't you tell me Charles had such good hands?" Sam purrs, obviously enjoying the relaxing pressure on her uncovered feet. "Well surprisingly, I've never had the pleasure," I quip, which sends the room into laughter. "I hope you're ready for this guys, I don't think you'll find this one quite so soft." Sliding the DVD into the player, I take my place back at Sam's head, brushing the hair from her face. Sam winks up at me, stretching her body out again, letting Charles continue to massage her feet on his lap. After only five minutes the guys realise that this film isn't going to waste time on a story, as the camera shows us a dimly lit room with a big breasted naked women playing with her pussy, and unlike the previous film this time we can watch as her fingers pull open her outer lips, and delve deeply inside her hot hole. There are no words spoken this time, no jokes, as we watch the onscreen slut show us her innermost charms. After a few minutes, the camera pulls away to reveal four naked men, all stroking their cocks as they watch the show. "Oooo about time," Sam giggles, sitting up slightly to get a better view, "Finally some meat for the girls." I watch Sam closely, and I notice her lick her lips as the camera shows us the largest member on display, the owner's hand stroking the skin up and down his swollen head. I bend down to whisper into her ear "Is that enough cock for you dear?" breathing warm air into her neck as I know she likes. "For now." she whispers back, her hand sliding under her head to hold my cock through my trousers. Grinning I look back up to watch the men encircle the starlet, their hands reaching out to start touching her all over. "Lucky girl," Sam murmurs, loud enough for Charles and myself to hear. "What?" Charles shouts in mock outrage, "aren't Chris and myself enough for you?" "I'm sure you will be," Sam jokes, and out of the corner of my eye I notice that her feet must be rubbing against Charles's lap, where his own erection must be straining against the fabric. This almost doubles the rate my heart beats, as I realise that Sam is slowly getting so turned on she already has gone further than I'd ever expect her too. Scenes seem to fly past, girl after girl getting serviced, while our three pairs of eyes focus on the dirty action. No more words are uttered, but I can feel the tension in the air, and my own cock is beginning to ache for attention. Slowly turning my head I let my eyes sweep down across the sofa, and what a fantastic sight greets me. Without me knowing Sam has let her skirt ride up a little, half her thighs uncovered. She has let her legs part slightly too, making her look a little slutty. That's not the thing that makes me most excited though, oh no. It's the fact that Chris' hands are now not just massaging her feet, no they now are sliding higher, squeezing and fondling her beautiful firm calves. Thinking that now is the time to test Sam, I let my left hand drop down from stroking her hair, sliding down her neck, reaching out to unbutton the top button on her flower patterned dress. Sam's eyes flicker to mine, momentarily distracted from the flickering images of porn on the screen, then go back, her lips parting to breathe more heavily as the excitement takes her. Another button pops open, and Charles looks up at me, smiling at the sight of Sam's breasts appearing before him. As I smile in encouragement, my fingers shaking, I manage to open the third button, and we can both see the deep valley between her large breasts, revealing that they are obviously not covered by a bra. At this moment, Sam shifts on the sofa, letting the fabric fall away, almost revealing her nipples to us both. She's the only one watching the screen. "Oh my god, look at all the cum… oh god, she's covered it. It's so dirty." Sam cries, making us both look at what she's been so intent on. The female lead looks like she's taken all four men's cum on her face, her features coated in sticky cum, her tongue darting out to lick it all up. Charles grins at me, approving of the film and my wife, "yes but you like it don't you Sam?" "It's so dirty," Sam almost seems to plead. "But it's hot isn't it Sam, you're thinking about being that slut aren't you," I join in, picking up on where Charles is encouraging. "ye… yes." Sam stammers, face flushing. Wanting to keep the heat building I continue "Well keep watching my horny wife, because the next scene shows a slut housewife getting fucked by her husband and another man at the same time." "Mmmmm" is all that Sam can say, and she shifts again, eyes going back to the new scene, rubbing her face against the heat of my trapped cock. Charles and I now know where this is heading, and my excitement is making me tremble as I watch his hands slide up higher now, knowing that Sam will not stop him. I watch until his hands slide up her thighs, hidden under her dress. I almost groan in disappointment as I am not able to watch them explore Sam's body, but am delighted when Sam takes a break from her concentrated watching and like an experienced slut starts unbuttoning her skirt, letting the material fall away higher and higher. She doesn't stop until her entire dress is undone, her breasts and pussy now exposed. I take the invite up instantly, taking both breasts in my hands, squeezing and twisting her red hard nipples between my fingers. The film becomes a background to the real action, as Charles moves his hand to Sam's trimmed bush, making her gasp, watching as she spreads her legs for him. As I watch in a near trance it seems to take forever for his fingers to slide inside her soaking twat, which is so wet I can hear it slurp as he starts to finger fuck her. Sam's moaning encourages us both, and I know my cock needs the attention it's needed so badly all night. Sam doesn't need much encouragement, a touch of my hands and she moves onto her hands and knees, and she feverishly unbuttons me, freeing my cock from its confines. Overcome with the excitement, I grab her hair, and pull her face down onto my cock, rubbing the oozing pre-cum all over her face. I'm surprised by her sluttish abandon, as she licks and slurps at me, soaking my balls with her saliva as she licks and sucks up and down my shaft. At the same time I can see that Charles has got behind Sam, pulling her arse cheeks open he has his tongue buried between her cheeks, licking up and down from her puckered anus to her dripping pussy. Rather than complain, which normally she'd do, Sam grinds back onto his probing tongue, receiving the first rimming of her life. "Oh my god Chris, that feels so good. Can you see what he's doing to your wife Chris? He's got his tongue…oooooo, right up my arse, oh god… yes!" I shut up her dirty talk by forcing her mouth down on my cock, making her take me as deep as she ever has. "That's it my slut Sam, suck it, taste my cock!" I urge her, loving the sensation of fucking her throat, while knowing she's getting the licking of a lifetime. Sam's body starts shaking, as I can tell that Charles now has several fingers ramming in and out of her cunt, in time with his oral teasing of her forbidden hole. It's all too hot a situation for me to last long, my cock was on fire before, but now with the rough hard blow job I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. Charles looked up, his face wet with fluids, and knew I was about to cum, so reached out and grabbed Sam's hair, making her speed up her bobbing. "That's it Sam, suck your hubby off, take all of his cum while I watch," he growls, his own animal instincts making him more bold. That sends me over the edges, watching him force my wife to suck me harder and deeper. With a raw cry I start bucking my thighs up and down, my cock spewing cum inside Sam's mouth, throb after throb shooting more and and more, coating her tongue, lips, chin with my hot spunk. Even in my blissful state I think to myself that if a threesome is how I get my conservative wife to swallow my cum, we better have lots more! Charles is obviously impressed, as he watches her swallow my load, then dirtily lick up every drop from my balls, swirling it in her mouth, enjoying every drop. "She's a fucking dirty slut your wife, you're a lucky man. Do you mind if I fuck her?" he asks, even now waiting for permission for something all three of us obviously want. Not answering Charles right away, I kiss Sam hard on the mouth, tasting where my cum has just been. "Fuck him my beautiful slut, fuck him good and hard," I encourage her. Sam jumps at the chance, sitting forward on the sofa's edge she spreads her legs as wide as possible, running her hands up her thighs, now wet with her own dripping wet pussy. "Come and get it Charles," she purrs, dipping her own finger into her hot hole, urging Charles on by then sucking the wetness slowly off her finger. Charles doesn't need asking twice, he has his rock hard thick cock sliding up and down her puffy pussy lips within seconds, teasing her with his hardness. "Oooh yes Charles, give me that cock," Sam begs, hands sliding around his back, pulling him into her. A Wife Awoken Ch. 01 I'm amazed that Charles manages to keep control, starting slowly, his long deep thrusts filling Sam completely. Sam makes animal sounds in her throat has he pulls out, only to ram home again, stretching her pussy lips around his cock. Slowly and surely he starts pumping into her faster, and I hear his balls slap against her arse, and her pussy making the wet sounds of a cunt being fucked hard and fast. "That's it, fuck her, fuck her hard!" I chant, my own cock getting hard again, my body on a high, watching my wife turn into the slut I always wanted. I move around so I can help pin her down, my strong arms holding her down, so that Charles can fuck her harder, deeper. My tongue finds a nipple, and I bite and suck it hard, making Sam cry out, gasping for more. "Oh god, oh god… yes yes yes." Sam cries, and I know she's cumming, and cumming very hard. "That's it baby, cum around his cock, milk him slut," I encourage, knowing the dirty talk is fuelling her passion. I'm rewarded as she arches her back in her bliss, her whole body shaking with orgasm, her chest flushed red with her desire. It's obvious that Sam's orgasmic spasms are too much for Charles, her pussy muscles must be milking his shaft as I know all to well. Charles pulls his slippery meat from her, and knowing what he wants, I grab Sam by her hair once more, ordering her to eat every drop of our horny guest's spunk. I am rewarded as I watch Charles' hand work in a blur over his swollen cock, and just as Sam opens her mouth, he starts shooting, his sperm arcing over her face, some falling into her hungry slut mouth, more shooting over her cheeks, some even falling in her hair, making her look like a slut who has been used just as in the porno films we have been watching. Charles breathing heavily, scoops up some of his sperm, feeding into her mouth, forcing his slimy fingers into her mouth, and Sam eats it up greedily, obviously wanting to play her new part as a slut to the hilt. What we have just done hits me, and I sink into the sofa, taking a deep breath. "Well now, I think we can say that was a fun evening," I laugh, wondering where we will go next now Sam's full sexual nature had been unlocked… A Wife Awoken Ch. 02 After the events that unfurled in part 1, our sex life took on a new intensity we hadn't had since the early days. Sam's sexual appetite grew and grew into something like I always dreamed it would, and our sex was much more wild and dirty. No longer did she give my cock a few licks, oh no, now she sucked me dry, actually enjoying every mouthful of cum I could give her. What we both vocalised during our fuck sessions, was the excitement we felt that first threesome with Charles, and while we hadn't repeated it, I think we both knew that it was only the first of many such steamy adventures. One thing I couldn't get Sam to let me do to her was take her virgin arse, something completely taboo before her 'change', but now something that got me a rueful smile when I brought it up now. "Come on Sam, you know how much you enjoyed feeling Charles' tongue rimming you, just imagine that but tenfold more, as my cock slides into you," I reasoned, trying to persuade her how much fun she was missing out of. Of course to help my words I was laying behind her, our sweaty bodies melded together, my hardening cock nestling between her soft arse cheeks, the fingers of my right hand slowly pleasuring her clit, rubbing up and down her soaking wet slit. "Mmmm, I know, it did feel so good. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take a cock there," She reasoned, pushing back against my hardness as she rotated her hips. "Maybe I just need someone to break me in when I really am letting go?" she breathlessly hinted, body trembling, waiting for my reaction. I had to stifle a laugh, here was my own wife trying to blackmail me into letting her fuck another man again, and fuck her up her tight arse at that. Well I was more than happy to give into her demands, being something I wanted to happen again as soon as possible. "You bad girl!" I played along, "You want to let another man fuck you up your tight little arsehole don't you slut? You want to be nasty with another man?" I teased, my fingers rubbing her swollen sensitive clit faster as my words had their effect. "Yes… yes!" Sam cried, her pent up excitement building with every stroke of my finger, with every word I whispered into her ear. "You're going to let him force his hard cock up inside your hot red raw hole, until he fills you with cum, while I watch, watch you let him fuck you like an animal," I cry, my own excitement getting the better of me, as I rubbed my aching cock up and down between Sam's grinding arse, pre-cum coating her arse cheeks, making her skin slippery for me to fuck. Sam pushed her own hand to join mine playing at her pussy, stuffing fingers up herself as I keep circling her clit, her body lost to the sensations, and her eyes closed, imagining the scene of her first anal fuck, a taboo fuck with her husband watching. All the while my cock rubbing against the rosebud of her anus must have helped add to the sensations, my own cock slick with pre-cum and sweat, rubbing up and down, faster and faster. I lost myself in the fantasy, rubbing my cock against her, our entwined fingers now roughly rubbing her cunt as her orgasm took hold. Knowing that she was cumming imagining sex with another man drove me past the edge, and as Sam's body shook in my arms, my own orgasm hit, my cock spewing cum over her arse, my cock grinding it over her right hole, and up over her lower back. We laid together in our sticky mess for several minutes, getting our breath back and wondering if the other really wanted the fantasy to become reality again, or was it just something used to get the other off? Sam broke the silence first, throwing me completely with her change in direction. "Come to the gym with me tomorrow night?" she asked me, propping herself up looking up into my eyes. "Oh come on, you know that place bores me," I complained, a little off put that Sam was moving the conversation into such a mundane topic. "Oh I don't know, I think you might be surprised," Sam answered me, a devilish smile touching her eyes. "Hello, what's this, what haven't you been telling me?" I was intrigued; maybe Sam wasn't changing the topic of conversion as much as I feared. "Promise not to get mad? Well, there's a guy there who's been making it obvious he's wanted me for some time. He's a bit of a jerk, but he does have a great body. I've obviously been putting him off, but now, well, I thought maybe I could have some fun?" I looked down at my long time partner, and new time slut, I couldn't hide my excited smile. "I think you're right, I better come along and work out tomorrow." That next day work dragged, as I sat at my computer daydreaming, hoping that something special would happen again that evening. The only break in the monotony was an e-mail from my dear wife, telling me how naughty she felt, and that she couldn't wait to see my face when another man had his hands on her body again. Needless to say I had a big stupid grin on my face the rest of the afternoon after that. Early evening was spent at home eating a light meal and idly chatting about our respective days. Sam normally went to the gym late evening, when it was quiet after the 'after work rush' as she called it. I found out that the guy in question's name was Steve, after I managed to get her to admit that she had talked to him before, just never let his flirting go any further. She told me that he usually was at the gym all hours, and seemed to be there whenever she was on one of her late sessions. She laughed when I suggested it might have been no co-incidence, maybe he was there to watch her get hot and sweaty. Once we reached the gym, we agreed that we would split up, so no one could tell that we were a married couple. Normally the gym bored me rotten, but that night it took on a whole new excitement. I tried to keep an eye on my semi clothed wife, her bodies curves accentuated under her tight body suit, her face flushed red with the effort on the exercise machines. We had been there nearly an hour, and I had almost given up hope of anything happening that night, when I noticed that Sam was chatting to a man who was helping her while she did her chest curls. I knew why that had got his attention, as the exercise was making Sam's large firm breasts stand out even more, the material of her top straining to contain them. I moved around closer, so I could try and make out what they were saying. If this was 'Steve', he was just what I expected from someone who spent all their time in a gym, a blond haired man who was all body. Not someone that Sam would normally give the time of day, but I could see why she'd pick him for a moment of pure sex. From what I could pick out, their conversation was mainly about exercise, nothing to get excited about. I wouldn't have known that this Steve was interested if it wasn't for the glances I saw him make down at my wife when he thought she wasn't watching. I wondered if Sam could feel his eyes on her body, feeling them slide down from her breasts to her lycra clad groin. Sam did seem to spend more time on that last piece of machinery than any other, and as they chatted her smiles became warmer and more coy, and his glances become longer lustful stares, Sam catching him several times, obviously enjoying the attention. While helping her set the weight, I could see his hands accidentally touch her, and when it becaome obvious to him she wasn't resisting, his accidents become more frequent and obvious, lingering touches on her legs, arms, and more than once sliding lightly across her breasts. Before things went any further, I was disappointed when he left her, taking his towel and heading back to the men's changing rooms. Sam watched him go, making sure he'd left before running to join me. "I think he's interested, don't you Chris?" she smugly whispered to me, tracing her finger over the bulge in my shorts. "He's got me all wet with his touches, that naughty man. I told him I was married, but he couldn't keep his hands off me." "Sounds perfect," I laughed. "So why did you stop?" "Oh we've not, I'm meeting him in the sauna in ten minutes. So if you want to keep an eye on me you better get in there quick." Luckily my wife was already playing the slut role so well, so with a wink I rushed off to get changed for the sauna, hoping to get myself in there well before Sam and her new man. I'd forgotten how hot those damn things were I thought to myself as I entered the hot humid sauna. As it was getting late, I found it completely empty, so took up a seat in the far corner, wrapped in a large towel, with my leg up so that my cock could have the room to get hard without notice. I poured more water onto the coals, sending clouds of hot steam into the air, almost helping hide me, and breathing deeply I settled back for the show. First to enter was Steve, and seeing me he took up a seat in near the door, well away from me. I hoped that my presence would not put him off making some kind of move on my sexy wife. I closed my eyes somewhat, giving the appearance of someone half asleep. Next Sam entered, first popping her head around the door, trying not to show any recognition on her face as she spied me, then turning to Steve and giving him one of her warmest smiles. She had obviously planned tonight in some detail, as her towel was far shorter than it really should have been, showing off most of her legs to half way up her thighs. I could see that Steve definitely appreciated the view, his eyes were eating up the flesh on display. Sam took up a seat directly opposite Steve, fussing over her towel where it was tucked in over her breasts, loosening the material somewhat for her efforts. I tried not to watch too obviously, but silently prayed that Steve would be the sort of guy not to care if he was watched. I could only make out the odd word of their whispered conversation, but the body language was all I needed to see. Sam kept touching herself, fingers running through her hair, or tracing fingers along her sweat sheened skin, causally bringing a wet finger to her mouth, licking the moisture from it like some dripping cock. I could see that this was having an effect on her hunk, his eyes never leaving her body. Sam later told me that she was worried that Steve wouldn't make a move, so she decided to up the ante herself. I watched as she pulled her leg up, making herself more comfortable, but actually letting the towel part, revealing her freshly trimmed pussy to Steve. From where I was I could not see her sweet pussy, but with a pounding heart I knew she was offering herself, showing off her intimate charms to yet another man. Steve glanced my way, I guess to work out if I was a threat, and obviously making a decision, he slid off his seat, crawling across the floor towards my wife. Sam watched him intensely, letting her legs slide open, licking her lips in encouragement as Steve took her ankles in his strong muscular hands. I had to stifle a sigh as I watched his hands slide up her legs, perspiration making her legs shine has he felt every inch of her calves, sliding up further, pushing her legs apart wider as he did so. Sam twirled her hands in his blond locks, and pulled his face to her waiting pussy, almost grinding his face against her wetness. He wasted no time, his tongue lapping at her outer folds, tasting her sweetness. His arms pinned her legs back, his strength allowing him to hold her wide open to his oral attack. "Lick me you fuck!" Sam shouted, urging Steve on. "You know you've wanted my pussy for months. Well you're going to get everything you want tonight," she promised him, groaning as he pushed his tongue deep inside her, licking her out with a firm tongue. I could see her wetness soaking his face, knowing how hot his attention was getting Sam. I slowly slid my hand to my aching cock, starting to stroke it under my towel. Sam took charge again, pushing Steve down to the floor, making him lay down face up, his impressive cock sticking out straight and true. Sam then approached him from his head, kissing his face, sliding up to lick his chest, biting his nipples, while he wildly licked at her breasts, sucking the offered nipples hard and urgently. Sam continued her snakelike movement down his body, their wet bodies sliding together in an erotic sweaty dance. Sam's tongue darted into his navel, driving him wild, promising so much more to come. Steve's muscular arms appeared around Sam, sliding down her back, to grab for her hair. Sam winked at me as she felt his urgency grow. "What is it you want? Make me do what you want!" She begged, wanting Steve to start to use her while I watched. With a grunt Steve pushed her face down, sliding her body down onto the tiled floor. As he positioned himself next to her, moving into a 69, Sam reached out, taking his very large thick cock between her small hands, pulling the foreskin down she started to lick around the head, nibbling his salty flesh. Watching this made me so hot, the familiar feeling of sexual heat building in me. My hot wife was licking a stranger's cock right in front of me, giving herself to him, while looking me in he eye, her face given over to lust. I let my eyes follow down the curve of her back, and could see her ripe thighs spread open, Steve's head again between her legs, licking her for all he was worth. The only sounds that could be heard in that room were the sounds of two people feasting on each others flesh, muffled groans of pleasure reaching my ears. Steve wanted more, so he pushed applied pressure to Sam's head, forcing her open mouth down onto him, and I watched almost paralyzed as his monster slide between her ruby red lips, inch after inch disappearing into her mouth. He groaned with pleasure, as she almost managed to swallow his entire length. His cock must have pushed down into her throat, almost making her gag, but she persisted, taking more and more. She pulled back up, to rub his hot rod over her face, basking in its warmth, before sinking back down onto his full thick length, bobbing in time with his licking of her pussy. I tried to keep time with their movements, my hand sliding up and down my own rock hard cock, the sweat from my body dripping down making it slippery to the touch. I didn't really care now if he noticed, as he looked far to into using my wife to stop. Sam kept looking at me, eyes glazed over with pleasure, with that new cock filing her senses, all she could taste of smell was this new man, his cock dripping sweet sticking pre cum over her tongue, driving her on. Just when I thought they wouldn't stop until both satisfied, Sam came to her senses, and pulled her new toy from her mouth. "There's something I want you to do with this stud," she winked at him, leading him by his cock. He watched with a smirk as she lowered herself onto her hands and knees, rocking back to push her arse up high, gifting herself to him. "I want that cock of yours in my arse, give it to me now!" she ordered, reaching back with both hands to pull her cheeks open, sluttishly showing him just where she needed his cock. I couldn't believe she was doing this, but I definitely didn't want to stop her, as I knew after this I would be ploughing that tight hole myself many times to come. Visions of my little wife being ripped apart by that huge cock drove my wanking on, and I had to slow myself down so not to cum too quickly. "You want this don't you?" He asked her, rubbing his slippery cock up and down her arse. "Married slut needs a new cock?" he jeered, thinking this was all his doing. I could see the pained expression on Sam's face as his blood engorged prick head started to push against her sphincter, such a tight place for his massive cock to force itself. Sam started panting, as he forced his cock slowly inside, not caring if he hurt her, using her for the slut she was. "Yes, fuck this dirty married slut, who wants to fuck all the cocks she can, fuck my tight arse!" The last words were almost screamed out, as I watched the brute ram home, sliding every inch of his cock into her dark tight hole. He took hold of Sam's hair in one hand, pulling her head back, he started to fuck her hard, enjoying the heat her bowels generated. I could hardly take anymore, my hand now wanked my cock furiously, my eyes taking in the anal 'rape' of my wife, as I watched their sweating bodies slam together, Sam pushing back against every animal thrust he made against her. In the blur of sex I noted one thing, that my sweet wife was able to cum from being fucked up the arse, as I watched her explode again and again, her whole body wracked with spasms, panting like a dog. She could no longer speak, she just lay there being pounded, mouth soundlessly screaming. Steve started to reach his limit, his body was now a blur of muscle as he forced his cock even deeper, Sam's arse tightening it's grip, milking his cock. He was lost in his fucking, just repeating "take it you slut," over and over again, matching the ferocity of his screwing. He pushed Sam's face down onto the floor, rubbing her features on the sweat coated tiles, as he arched his back, crying out as his cock started shooting his sperm deep into her bowels, his hand going back to slap her arse hard again and again as his body shook. I myself then exploded as their bodies collapsed on each other, spraying my cum over my belly, closing my eyes in bliss. My entire body burned with the heat of the sauna, and the heat generated by watching my wife being taken so completely. After only a few seconds Steve pulled free from Sam, and blowing her a kiss, left the sauna, leaving her laying on her front on the floor, her arse still gaping open, spunk slowly leaving a sticky trail. I rushed over to her, taking her head in my hands, lowering it onto my lap. "How was that Sam?" I asked her, anxious in case it had been too much for her. "Oh god, fantastic, it was amazing. He just used me Chris, fucked me like an animal, and god I loved it." She grinned back at me, hair plastered down her face. "And it looks like someone enjoyed watching," she teased me, looking at my cock and belly, still coated in my spunk. "Let me help you with that," and with that, she leaned forwards, her tongue darting out to lap at me, swallowing my sperm as she collected it, not letting any go to waste. "Let's get you home, there's something I need to do," I laughed, pulling Sam onto her feet. ---- And if there's some of you with ideas what me and Sam should get up to next, drop me a line! Oh and I LOVE to hear from wives, girlfriends, or even single women who are turned on by my words and fanasies – send me some feedback and I promise to reply. A Wife Awoken Ch. 03 Months had passed since Sam opened herself to her inner 'slut' -- a term which would have shocked her to be called before our first threesome, but now, and especially since she gave her virgin arse to a muscle-bound bodybuilder as I watched, she relished the term. I have since whispered and growled it into her ear while fucking her arse over and over... looked into her eyes while she's sucked me dry dressed like a whore, and fucked ourselves silly while watching porn... again something we'd never dreamed have doing before her awakening. My pride in her ability to 'let go' only matches how horny it gets me, and if anything we are now more in love than ever, our sex lives like two teenagers... perverted teenagers though, ha! After we got back from the gym that first time, we spent the rest of the evening talking... and fucking! Easing my cock into Sam's sore but now stretched and cum filled arse was a feeling that blew both our minds. I'm not ashamed to say I'm more than happy to experience 'sloppy seconds' - just knowing what Sam has been up to when I feel that extra wet cunt or arse, knowing she's got another man's cum already in her, gets me so hot, and makes her feel dirty, in a way that drives her extra wild. She's learnt that dirty is good, dirty is exciting, and it's also an addiction. Like her new addiction to cock. Oh yes our chats were open and honest, and I admitted what I liked, and Sam admitted she's always fantasised about fucking other guys, but always thought that girls should be 'good' so kept it hidden and secret. It was like lighting the blue touch paper when we both realised we could have our cake and eat it. Or more to the point, that she could have her cock and eat it; all the cock until she had her fill. Our rules were limited; 1) no messing around without telling me about it, which could be after the event if there was an opportunity where Sam couldn't let me know beforehand, and 2) try and keep it quiet from our families. Sam's workplace though -- well I left that up to her... and it wasn't long until she let slip that she was starting to get a bit of a reputation with the guys. "What do you think of this outfit, do you think it will give the guys at the office a thrill?" Sam asked me one morning, as she gave me a twirl, stocking clad legs obvious under a business-like skirt and blouse. I say business like, as the skirt had a long split revealing a fair bit of leg, and the white blouse was TIGHT.. with a button or two undone, showing off her fantastic tits, pushed up with an edge of lacy bra showing. Dark ruby lipstick drew my eyes to her pouting lips, which made me think of her fantastic blow jobs. It was the typical office outfit you see porn-stars wearing in the films, just before they strip off again. "Fuck yes Sam, you'll have the guys queuing to buy you lunch or help you with your computer". I spotted a gleam in her eye which meant she had something to tell; "Come on, out with it, have you already have some offers my sexy wife?". "Well... let's just say I haven't been lonely at my desk since I started dressing like this" "Oh you bad little slut, are you just teasing them all, or...?" I let the question hang, making it obvious that I was eager to hear she had been bad. Sam looked away coyly, then stepping up close to me, she put her lips close to my neck and whispered; "I may not just be teasing." I needed to know more, feeling my cock already start to stiffen. "Oh I want to know more than that! You know our rules, tell me all!" Taking a deep breath, and putting a hand on my growing bulge, Sam continued, knowing it was driving me crazy. "Well you know I sit in a small office with the three guys? Well Mike especially has been coming over to chat much more than usually recently, and well, he's nice and tall, so I may learn over a little to allow him to see down my blouse.. and it may have an extra button undone by the end of the day." Sam was blushing a little, from the excitement of remembering and telling me. Mind racing, I decide I better push a little harder. "Is that as far as you've gone?" "Well... I may have started to let my skirt ride up a little" "How far?" "Well... don't be angry, but the reason I have stockings on right now is so I can show these lacy tops off." Sam giggles, hitching her black business skirt up higher so the split shows me exactly what she plans to show off later that day at work, the black lace tops showing off the white skin of her soft thighs so well. That's exactly what I wanted to hear, and I playfully slide my hand up her leg, up to her lace covered pussy. "Oh god, that's so fucking hot. You really growing into this of my slut wife, and I have to admit, I do love it!" Sam slapped my hand away in a playful manner, twirling out of my reach, secretly enjoying the compliment, a jolt of excitement through her body as she hears me use the word 'slut'. Sam may not be admitting it yet, but she was starting to love nasty talk, it just seems to spark a fire at the core of her being. "So I shouldn't stop teasing the guys?" I had a feeling Sam was asking something more than the simple question she put to me, so I took the chance I was right. "Yes you should stop teasing my dear.", her face was a picture of hidden disappointment, "I want you to stop teasing, and start pleasing! You go into work today and give one of your workmates a day to remember." Sam's face flushed again, but she tried to hide her pleasure. "I'm not sure I could do that.... unless you're sure?" "Never been surer. I want my nasty loving wife to enjoy herself, and the easiest way to ensure you have lots of fun is to become known as the office slut. Just be warned the girls may not appreciate it if you hog all the guys." "Oh don't worry by darling husband; I think I can cope with that. I just want to be sure that, well, you know, you'll be OK with this. It's a step further than we've gone before, and hard to back out of." That's why I love my wife so much, she's so sweet. She needed have worried though, as I'd run everything through my head many many times over the last few years, while all this was just fantasy, and I knew it was what I .. and now Sam, wanted. "Don't worry my love, go for it! Let's step on this rollercoaster and enjoy the ride. Oh and if things do get interesting, remember I'm just an e-mail away. Now you better get going, you don't want to be late; you've got a lot to do today." ... Sitting at my desk later that day, I found it very hard to concentrate on my work, and I jumped to open my e-mail every time something new came in. It was nearly lunchtime, by which time I'd given up hope of anything happening, when that little envelope icon brought me something interesting. 'Hi darling Mike loves the view today, as somehow two buttons seem to have come undone on my blouse.. and I really should be more careful, as I think he can see my stocking tops. He's started standing very close, and I can definitely notice a bulge. Should I accidentally rub against it? Your slut wife Sam' Wow well that certainly had the blood pumping; my cock was twitching at every word as I read. I didn't' want to waste a second, as I really wanted something, anything, to happen today. 'My wicked slutty wife, I think that you should do whatever it takes to be asked to lunch... or be lunch' I pressed the send button with a slightly trembling finger, mind in overdrive already. I knew that Sam would have about an hour to work her charms -- and wondered how far she'd go to comply with my 'order'. Fifty tense and distracted minutes passed by, before her reply arrived, the contents proving that she was true to her word; 'Just off out to lunch with Mike, so I won't be meeting up, hope that's OK, speak later.' I was hoping for a little more detail, but Sam later filled me in. It turns out she wrote that last e-mail with Mike standing slightly to her side and leaning over her, his hand inside her brazenly unbuttoned blouse, caressing her breasts over her straining bra. It turns out, that after my last e-mail, Sam had unbuttoned her blouse one more daring button, and was sucking her pen with her ruby lips when Mike returned for some banter. She looked up at him into his eyes as he tried to find some off-hand chat, then let her toes trace up his calf, making it very obvious that she was up for more than chat. Sam told me she could see him gulp in surprise, and worried he wouldn't take the initiative, knowing she was a married woman, she leaned forward and took hold of his large strong hand and pulled it to her breast, turning slightly away so it wasn't quite so obvious what was going on. Mike had enjoyed himself groping her tits while she opened up her e-mail to send me her message, feeling extremely wicked as she wrote to her hubby, while another man sending sparks through her body as he roughly man-handled her. ... The next time I heard anything, sitting in the pub with a nerve calming pint, was when my phone pinged to tell me a text message had arrived. It was from Sam, but there were no words, just a dark and blurred photo. It took me a while to realise that it showed her upper thighs, legs spread on a dark leather seat, skirt hitched obscenely high, with a man's hand obviously touching and rubbing her pussy, and I wondered if I imagined that the fingers we already wet from delving inside her depths? If you're like me, and get turned on thinking of your wife or girlfriend getting fingers in a pub by a bloke you don't even know, then you'll know that heart-tightening moment of excitement and a little jealousy, which gives way to the pure turn-on of the situation. I just texted back a smiley face, as I doubt Sam would want long essays at that moment in time! That afternoon dragged... I impatiently e-mailed Sam about 3pm, but all I got back was a short 'wait till we get home!' answer a few minutes later. 'Well they made it back to work at least' I thought to myself, as I didn't want my wife getting into trouble with her boss. Although I had a feeling she would be able to squirm her way out of it. The end of day couldn't come early enough -- and my balls felt like they were going to explode, the state of excitement and anticipation I'd gone through all day. I hadn't been home more than five minutes before Sam came rushing through the door, looking damn sexy if a little flustered. She threw her arms around me and we kissed, hard, deep, and passionately, grinding our bodies together. We finally broke apart long enough to speak, as I had a thousand questions, but condensed it down to the simple; "So?" "Did you enjoy the photo?" "Of course, it nearly made me cum in my pants right there in the pub when I got it!" I laughed, my hands cupping Sam's bum to pull her close against me. "Oh I hope you've still got some cum left for me lover, especially when you see what Mike did to me." So saying Sam pulled back out of my grip and started unbuttoning her top, while going on, "after he fingered me in the pub, we had a quick drive to somewhere quieter, and he sucked on my tits like he was starving. Mmmm and he was he was rough... rougher than you. He was like a man possessed, and did this..." My eyes went wide with surprise, as her usually pale white breasts where marked with red love bites, where he'd sucked her hard, they also continued up her lower neck. "He did this before I sucked his big cock, and my god it was thick. He made me gag on it, and called me lots of names, saying that he'd tell the others at the office what a slut I am. I... hope you're not upset, with... well this..." I stood stock still, taking it all in, then smiled and pulled her back to me, resuming our kiss. Oh god, I don't know why, but seeing my pretty wife come home with her skin marked with those love bites (hickeys to my American friends?), made it so real, so damn nasty, it made it almost as hot as being able to be there and watch. I made it clear she can or maybe even should encourage her guys to suck her hard, not to worry about leaving marks... "In fact, I love to see you marked like that - like a slutty teen girl giving out to her boyfriends." "Oh god I'm so relieved... it made me feel so naughty, I gasped every time he did it, knowing you'd see what a bad girl I'd been. I just had to taste his cum to thank him, I think I impressed him with my talents, I forced him deep... and sucked him until he cum so hard, calling me his nasty office slut." I don't think I could take much more of this, my balls were aching full of cum... "Now get on your knees and relieve me, my little fuck toy wife!"