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Becoming A Slut Wife: Mia

By: Just Plain Bob



I have to admit that I did have mixed emotions as I looked at the papers I had just finished reading. Ten minutes earlier a man had come into my office: 

"Mr. Esau? James Esau?"

"Yes."

"These are for you" and he handed me an envelope. I took it from him and he said, "Sorry, but you have been served."

He turned and left and I opened the envelope and found that my wife was suing me for divorce using irreconcilable differences as grounds. I reached for the phone and punched in my home number. The phone rang four times before she picked it up and said hello.

"I just got your surprise package. Are you sure that this is the way you want to go?"

"I can't see any other way. You can't accept me as I am, I don't want to change, and I can't stand the look on your face every time you look at me."

She was right of course. I couldn't accept what she had become and if she wouldn't change there was no real hope for us. But I am nothing if not practical and I would do what I had to to protect my assets and myself.

"Well, if you are determined then I guess there isn't anything else to talk about. I'll have my lawyer get in touch with yours. Meanwhile, try and be out of the house by the time I get home tonight."

"Why do I have to do that?"

"Because it is my house and I'm not going to share it with someone who wants to get away from me so bad that she started divorce proceedings."

"But my lawyer sa..."

"I don't care what your lawyer said. Either he is stupid or you didn't give him all the facts. The corporation owns the house and the corporation leases it to me. My name is the only name on the lease so please be gone when I get there. I'll be late so as to give you time to clear out. Goodbye."

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That was just the beginning of course. I saw my lawyer next day and we counter sued. I was being hateful, but at that point I didn't really care. Thanks to my father, who was the major stockholder in the corporation (57%) and who was one hell of a good tax lawyer I was covered. All that I had was owned by the corporation and leased to me. The two cars, the house, the cabin on the lake and the boat, and the time-share at Vail. I owned my clothes and that was about it. All Mia could go after was child support and alimony and I intended to fight her tooth and nail over both.

It took a week before my papers were served on Mia and I heard from her that very afternoon. She called me at my office just after lunch:

"What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm covering my ass Mia. I'm in a highly competitive business and in this town reputation is everything. If I just laid back and let your divorce go uncontested your charges against me become part of the public record. Then there is the matter of your attorney and his fees. I'll be god damned if I'm going to pay your lawyer just because you are divorcing me because I don't like the fact that you are a paid whore. No Mia, the record is going to show that we were divorced because you decided to become a hooker."

"But if you do this it will come out and my family will find out."

"Not my problem Mia. That's one of the things you should have been thinking about when you decided that it would be exciting to fuck for money."

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To be honest I do have to admit that I was partially at fault for what had happened. If I had paid more attention to what was going on I could have stopped things before they happened. One of the drawbacks of being successful is that the higher you climb the harder you work which translates into spending more time at work and away from home.

The problem surfaced early in my marriage to Mia in the form of complaints that I never had any time for her. So I made an honest effort to see to it that she went with me to business dinners, trade shows, conventions and any company or corporate function where she could fit in. It didn't seem to matter to Mia that when we were at those functions I spent most of my time talking business which was, after all, my main reason for being there. It seemed to be enough for Mia that we were together. Mia is a very beautiful woman with a very outgoing personality and she was always able to find something or someone to keep her occupied until I could finish my business.

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One of my major suppliers was putting on a trade expo at one of the local hotels. They had rented two of the ballrooms and several hospitality suites and the expo was to run for three days. When I told Mia that I wouldn't be home until real late on Thursday because of the expo she asked why I wasn't taking her. I told her that it would be very boring for her since it was all going to be of a highly technical nature and there wouldn't be much of a party atmosphere. 

That wasn't really true. The real reason that I didn't want her there was because the company putting on the expo had a reputation for pushing the envelope when it came to hospitality suites. They hired high dollar call girls to act as 'hostesses' and to entertain their best customers. At least one of the suites would be well stocked with cocaine and other recreational drugs and I just did not want Mia around that kind of affair. But Mia kept after me and to keep piece in the house I finally agreed to let her go with me.

We arrived early, had a couple of drinks from the bar, munched on the snacks from the snack table and then I saw someone I needed to talk to. Soon he and I were wrapped in a conversation and Mia, as was usual at these affairs, was left to her own devices. I saw her off and on over the next couple of hours and when she dropped out of sight I didn't notice. 

It wasn't until it was time to leave that I noticed that she wasn't around. I went looking for her and when I didn't find her in either of the ballrooms I tried all the women's bathrooms, all to no avail.  The only places left to look were the hospitality suites and so I caught the elevator and rode up to the fifth floor where the five suites were located. I had looked in three of them without finding her and I was checking the fourth one when an old acquaintance stopped me.

"You still a happily married man?"

"Afraid so Tom."

"Still the straight arrow?"

"That's me Tom, all the way, why?"

"One of the hostesses this year is the most fantastic piece of ass I've ever come across. This girl deep throats like you wouldn't believe and she loves it. Either that or she should be in Hollywood collecting Oscars for her acting ability. If you weren't so happily married I would highly recommend her to you."

"Thanks for thinking of me Tom, but as they say, that just isn't my bag." 

I had turned and was just getting ready to leave the suite when the bedroom door opened and I heard a man say, "Thanks sweetie, that was just great" and a voice answered, "No baby, thank you. It was fantastic."

Then the man came out and the door closed, but I was frozen in place. The voice had been Mia's. But it couldn't have been. Those bedrooms were used by the hostesses so it must have been a case of someone sounding like Mia. I shook my head to clear it and then went on to the fifth suite, but Mia wasn't there either. I don't know why I did it, but I went back to the previous suite and asked Tom where I could find the girl who loved to deep throat. He pointed to the bedroom door that the voice I'd heard had come out of.

"She's in there. Just knock twice, stick your head in and if no one hollers at you to shut the damned door just go on in. Thinking of straying?"

"No, not really, just curious."

With a nudge and a wink he said, "I'll just bet you are" and he walked away. I found a chair where I could sit and watch the door and over the course of the next thirty minutes I saw three men walk in and then come out smiling. Twice I almost talked myself into going into the room, but at the last second I backed out. Finally I convinced myself that my imagination was running away with me and that Mia was probably down in the ballrooms looking for me.

I toured the first floor once again without finding Mia and was just getting ready to go back up to the hospitality suites when I saw Mia walk into the room.

"Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you."

I'm sorry honey. I ran into a girl I went to school with and I've been up in her room visiting with her and her sister and I lost all track of time. You ready to go?"

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On the way home Mia was very chatty about her old girlfriend and the things they had done when they were in school. Her friend had already been through three husbands, but the fourth marriage looked like it would last, yadda, yadda, yadda. By the time we got home my mind was at rest. It most definitely had to have been someone who sounded like Mia in that room.

That is my mind was at rest until we got home and it was time to pay the baby sitter. Mia had rushed into the house because she had to use the bathroom and she put her purse on the little table just inside the door as she rushed for the toilet. I hung up my coat in the hall closet and went to pay Stella for watching the kids. Then I remembered that my wallet was in my jacket and I went back to get it. When I opened the closet door it bumped the table in the hall and Mia's purse fell on the floor and some stuff spilled out: a lipstick, a small make up case, a pair of eyebrow tweezers - and a condom. The implication of what that meant staggered me as I picked the items up off the floor and put them back in the purse and put the purse back on the table.

I paid Stella, thanked her for watching the kids and then I went and made myself a drink. I thought about what I had just seen. After the second child Mia and I had decided that two was enough. Not looking forward to having to use a condom for the rest of our lives I had gotten a vasectomy. So why did Mia have a condom in her purse?

I heard the toilet flush and then Mia came into the room. I wanted to say something, but what if I was wrong? What if there was a perfectly good explanation (I know now I was in denial) for the condom?

"Coming to bed sweetie?" Mia asked.

"Be up in a minute dear."

Mia went on up to bed and I sat there and nursed my drink. When the drink was gone I got up to go to bed and I noticed that the purse was still on the little table. I was drawn to it like a nail to a magnet and I picked it up and looked inside. I found six condoms and a roll of bills which I counted. Sixteen hundred dollars! Mia never carried that much cash around with her. What I should have done was go right up to the bedroom and demand an explanation, but I didn't. Who knows what the confrontation might have done to us if there were perfectly logical explanations? After all, what did I have to go on besides suspicions? A voice heard through a door, some unused condoms and what Tom had said about the whore in the bedroom - that she deep throated and seemed to love it - just like Mia. I slid into the bed and Mia rolled over and snuggled up next to me and in a minute she was sound asleep, which was something I didn't get much of that night.

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The next morning at breakfast Mia asked me if we were going to the expo again that evening. I told her no, that I had done what business I needed to do the night before and then I asked her why she wanted to know. 

"I told Mary I would meet her for lunch and I thought that if you were going to the expo I could meet you there."

Something in the back of my mind made me say, "No, no expo tonight, but I will be home really late. I have a business dinner with Jones from Selco. Have fun with your old school chum and I'll see you tonight."

There was no Jones and there wasn't any Selco. Apparently while part of my brain wanted to believe there were reasonable explanations for the previous evening another part was saying, "Bullshit Jack, you are being played."

I skipped work that day and I was at the hotel when Mia showed up for her lunch date with her old school chum. I expected her to go straight to the elevators and take one to the fifth floor, but she turned into the ballroom and was headed straight for me. I was just starting to panic when she stopped at one of the displays and exchanged 'cheek kisses' with the hostess at the display. Mia's old school chum was a high priced call girl! The two women stood there talking and laughing for about five minutes and then a man walked up to them. I saw Mia's chum introduced her to the man and then the three of them stood talking for the next three or four minutes and then Mia and the man walked to the elevators, got on one and I watched the indicator until it stopped at the fifth floor. I no longer had doubts about what Mia was doing.

I didn't have doubts anymore, but you could never have enough information so I walked over to the hostess that Mia had been talking to. Now I am pretty much a straight arrow, but I'm not a prude. Even though I'd never stepped out on Mia I did have a good relationship with a list of call girls. I mean business is business and I'd had occasion to take care of a client every now and then. I walked up to the booth and Mary smiled as she saw me.

"Jack. What brings you to see me? Ready to break your vow of chastity?"

"Afraid not Mary. Not to make you feel slighted, but you are not my type. That lovely creature that you were just talking to could have tempted me though."

"Mia? You would like her Jack. I think she would be just your type."

"I haven't seen her around. She new?"

"Very new. Last night was her first time."

"She just doesn't seem the type. She looks like she should be married and with a couple of kids."

"Good eye Jack. She is married and she does have two kids. She's doing this for a kick."

"A kick?"

"Yeah. We went to school together and she always was a little wild. I hadn't seen her in years until she came in here last night. We talked and I told her what I was doing and she said it sounded kinky. I talked her into trying one of my customers and I guess she liked it. From what I hear she was a big hit and got rave reviews. You'll like her Jack. Want me to set it up?"

"No thanks Mary. You were partially right though. Not that I'd like her, but that at one time I did like her."

"What does that mean Jack?"

"What it means Mary is that I used to like my wife. You might pass on to Mia that things might be a little sticky when she comes home tonight."

Mary's face lost its color as the realization of what I'd just said dawned on her.

"See you around Mary."

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Mia did not come home that night. The next morning around ten my secretary buzzed me:

"There is a Mrs. Ridge here to see you. She says it is personal."

"What does my schedule look like?"

"You have forty-five minutes until your conference call."

"Okay, send her in."

I stood up as the door opened and was surprised to see Mary walk in. She offered her hand and I took it as she said: 

"Thanks for seeing me on such short notice." 

I motioned her to a chair and then I sat down behind my desk and waited to see why she was there.

"Mia is at my place. She was afraid to go home last night."

"Why? I've never been violent around her."

"She was afraid to face you. I'm here to see if I can help."

"How do you figure you can help?"

"Well, I'm the one responsible for what happened."

"No Mary, you might have facilitated things, but Mia did it and that makes her the one responsible."

"Whatever. The thing is Jack, is that I talked her into it and I shouldn't have. Mia was tipsy - had too much of a buzz on - and I should have waited until she was sober to talk to her. If she hadn't had such a buzz on Jack she never would have done it and I'm pretty sure that you know that. But Mia was the girl I ran with in college - the wild child that I had partied with - and I didn't think of her as being a wife and mother. We talked and I told her what I was doing and that she should try it. She giggled and said if she did it would probably piss off her husband and I told her maybe not. My husband gets turned on by it. Knowing that I'm screwing other men gives him a constant erection and on nights I'm not working he can't keep his hands off me. I told her that and I told her that three of the other girls have the same thing going for them, husbands that know and get turned on by it.

"Mia said no, that she just couldn't. Three drinks later one of the men I was supposed to see came over to ask when I'd be going upstairs and I told him ten minutes and then I asked him to take Mia up to the suite and show her around until I got there. They left and ten minutes later when my relief showed up I went upstairs and by the time I got there he had Mia naked on the bed and was eating her pussy. From there it just went on. Once it got started Mia was never left alone long enough to think about what she was doing. You know her Jack, you know she wouldn't have done something like that if she were clear headed."

"What I know Mary, is that she was clear headed when I left the house yesterday morning and that she was clear headed when she came in here and then went upstairs with that man."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately Jack, she liked it and she wanted to do it again when she was sober to see if she still liked it as much."

"Did she?"

"I guess. She had nine clients yesterday and since she didn't get up and run home after the first one I'd have to say that she enjoyed herself."

"How nice for her."

"Don't be that way Jack. Give it some thought. You might like what this has turned her into. I don't know what your sex life is like, but mine sucked until I started doing this and now my husband can't leave me alone."

She stood up, "That's all I have to say Jack. I'm sorry I've caused you grief. I've always liked you Jack - you have always been one of the good guys - and I'll do anything I can to make it up to you. Mia loves you Jack, give her a chance."

"Thanks for stopping by Mary."

She had her hand on the door knob when I said, "Mary, send her home. We have to face this sooner or later."

"Sure Jack, I'll tell her."

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Mia was home when I got there that night. She was sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand and she wouldn't look at me when I came into the room. I went to the wet bar and made myself a drink and then went and sat down in the easy chair across from the couch and then I waited. Several minutes went by and then Mia said, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I've got nothing to say. I'm not the one who lost my mind and did stupid shit."

"I'm sorry Jack. I didn't set out to do it. Things just got away from me and it happened. I didn't mean for it to happen, and I didn't want it to happen - it just did."

"Even if I could buy that Mia, it doesn't explain the last two days. You might have been drunk the first night, but you damned sure weren't drunk when you walked into that hotel at ten-thirty the next morning and went upstairs with a man."

More silence and I was just about to get up and walk out of the room when Mia said:

"Just what is it you want from me Jack?"

"The truth Mia. I want a full and truthful explanation. I'm not saying that it will change anything, but without it we are toast."

"All right. The truth is that I have no idea how I ended up in that bedroom. All I was doing was going upstairs to wait for Mary. I had a couple of more drinks while I was waiting for her to show up and the next thing I knew I was on my back with a man between my legs. You know me Jack, get me started and I'm the Energizer Bunny. After the first guy there was another and then a third. Mary came into the room while the fourth man was taking me and she said that she'd told me I would like it and then she said that I must be pretty good at it considering the pile of money on the bedside stand. When she said that to me something happened. I got all hot and excited. They were paying money to fuck me and the thought turned me into an insatiable slut and the men just kept coming. I had more and stronger orgasms than I'd ever had in my life before that night and then Mary came in and broke it up. She said she had to get me presentable so I could go back to being a good wife. And then she told me to stop in and see her the next day and she would have my fee for me."


Becoming A Slut Wife: Mia



"Your fee?"

"Yes Jack, my fee. Mary had called the guy that makes arrangements for her and the other girls and talked him into paying me for the night."

"What was all that money in your purse?"

"Tips Jack. That was tip money. Mary handed me a thousand dollars the next day for my night's work. With tips that made twenty-six hundred dollars, but it wasn't the money Jack, it was the turn on I got from knowing that men were willing to give me that much money. The next day Mary asked me if I would like to try it sober and see if I got the same kick out of it."

"Did you?"

"I got more of a kick out of it because I was more aware of what I was doing. Mary didn't tell me about you until four that afternoon. By then I had seen four customers and I wanted to do more, but I needed to get out of there so I could be home when you got there. I started to get dressed and that's when Mary told me about you. After that it didn't seem like rushing home mattered. I stayed until four in the morning and then I went home with Mary.

"Did you know that Mary's husband eats her pussy when she gets home from her dates? He offered to do me too, but I said no. I might have done it if Mary hadn't been there, but somehow it just didn't seem right with her being there. Mary didn't tell me she was going to your office to see you. She didn't tell me about it until she got back."

There was a minute or so of silence and then Mia said, "What now Jack?"

"I don't know Mia. I've never had to deal with a wife who is a whore before."

"I'm sorry Jack. I don't know what came over me. I love you Jack, you know I do. I love you and I want to stay with you. I'll find someway to make it up to you, I promise."

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I loved Mia and she was the mother of my children and so I made an effort to put what Mia had done behind us. For her part she became more loving, more passionate, as if fucking me to death would wipe away her guilt. I really thought we were making some progress until one day I had occasion to go into the trunk of Mia's car. I found an overnight bag with several sexy outfits and a carton of condoms. The next day I hired a private investigator. It took him one day to find out what she was doing. As soon as the kids were gone for school she got in her car and went to the Marriott and met a man in the lobby and then they went up to room 432.

I told the investigator to stay with it until he had irrefutable proof in the form of pictures or recordings. It took him two weeks to get back to me. Two days the first week and three days the second week Mia was visiting businessmen as a high priced call girl. I ended up with two sound recordings, three taped phone conversations and a video of her taking care of one of her customers at the Hilton.

I confronted her, she started crying and then she begged me to understand:

"It's like a drug Jack. I need to do it, I need to get my fix. I love you and I love making love with you, but there is something about having another man and being paid for it that grabs me and gives me huge orgasms. I fight it. Honest to God I do. I've gotten it down from every day to twice a week. I'll beat it Jack. Stay with me and I'll beat it.

I tried, Lord knows I tried, but she never did beat it. It beat her. Soon she was back to three times a week and then four and then came the Friday when I left for work in the morning as she was fixing the kids lunches for school and I didn't see her again until the following Tuesday. That was the end of it for me. I just stopped talking to her. We occupied the house together for the sake of the kids, but we were done. And then she served me with papers and I counter sued and it now will take on a life of it's own. 

I told my lawyer that if she gives me the kids I'd pay her lawyer and change my filing to irreconcilable differences and that way she can keep family and friends from finding out what she has become. My lawyer is talking to her lawyer about it now, but I have no idea how it is going to come out.

There is one piece of poetic justice in this story, at least from my viewpoint. Mary picked up a social disease and passed it on to her hubby. From what I hear the sores all around and in his mouth may want to make him rethink his position on eating her snatch when she gets home from a date. I kind of like Mary so I'm glad it wasn't AIDS, but I'm still happy that the woman responsible for turning my wife into a whore got some sort of punishment. 



Becoming A Slut Wife: Mickey



Everything has to start somewhere and that includes becoming a slut. I was thirty-four years old and had only had one man in my life. I was a virgin when my husband carried me to our marriage bed and in the eleven years we had been married he was the only man to ever touch me and in the space of forty-eight hours he went from the only one to just one of many.

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My name is Mihalea. I'm named after my maternal grandmother who immigrated to the United States from Russia in 1917. She and my grandfather saw what was coming and were smart enough to get out before the October Revolution. Early on some of my schoolmates had a hard time with Mihaela and they started calling me Mickey so I have gone through most of my life answering to Mickey.

I met Gary while I was still in college working on my degree in Finance. I needed a part time job and I saw an ad in the paper from a dentist who was looking for a part-time office assistant who could do bookkeeping. I thought about it decided to give it a try. I was studying to become a CPA and while I had a ways to go I was certainly knowledgeable enough on accounting practices to be able to do simple bookkeeping. I answered the ad and got the job and although I didn't know it at the time it would make a major change in my life.

It was four hours a day on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and I was told I could vary my hours to fit my class schedule. Dr. Herme's practice grew so fast over the next year that he took in a partner. Even though I was a virgin, the first time I saw Gary my pussy started dripping. I don't know if you would want to call it love at first sight or lust at first sight, but the moment I saw him I wanted him. Fortunately -thank God- he seemed to feel the same way about me. 

During his second week there he asked me out to dinner and that dinner date led to more dates and four months later he asked me to marry him. I said yes and three months later we were married. Ten months after that we were blessed with Jason and two years after that the twins, Terri and Toni, arrived on the scene. I never did become a CPA. I became a stay at home mom.

One night as I was dressing for a party I found that I had nothing to wear. Oh I had a closet full of clothes, but three kids had taken their toll and I couldn't fit into anything. I patched together an outfit for the evening and the very next day I joined a gym and got to work at getting myself back into shape. In a year I was able to put on clothes that I was wearing when Gary and I met and started dating and I promised myself that I was going to stay in that shape from then on. It was a decision that was to have some unforeseen consequences.

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You don't go to school, get your degree in dentistry and then just spend the rest of your life staring down into mouths. There are constant advances in equipment, techniques, materials and the like. As a result Gary attended two or three conventions, conferences or symposiums every year to stay current and up to date.

Gary always asked me to go with him and I always said no. I didn't want to be away from Jason and the twins, but as they grew older my parents (my mom really) wanted to take them for the weekends and she would baby-sit at the drop of a hat. So, when Gary came home one day in May and told me that he was going to Ft. Lauderdale for a symposium I said:

"Great! I'll go with you on this one."

Gary got a real funny look on his face and I saw it and said, "What?"

"You never go with me."

"So? There is always a first time for everything. What's the matter Gary, don't you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"You never go so when Carl Akers told me he was setting up a three day deep sea fishing trip I told him to count me in."

"So?"

"Sweetie, you were sea sick five of the seven when we went on that cruise two years ago and that was on a large cruise ship on a basically calm sea."

"So you go fish and I'll lay on the beach and get a simply marvelous tan."

"You sure? You won't get pissed at me for going away and leaving you alone for three days?"

"I'm a big girl Gary, I can handle time alone."

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Grandma was tickled to death to be able to have her 'babies' for a week, even though babies they certainly were not. Jason was ten and the twins were eight. We dropped them off at mom's and then caught our flight to Florida. The first two days were given over to the symposium and after dinner each night we went dancing. And then, since I rarely went more than two days without sex, we hurried back to our room so I could fuck Gary's brains out and get enough to hold me until he got back.

On the third day Gary kissed me goodbye, climbed on a boat and went out to do battle with groupers, flounders, minnows or whatever. I waved bye-bye from the dock and then went back to our room to change for the beach. I put on a bikini, grabbed a blanket and a towel and headed for the beach.

It was the tail end of Spring Break and there were still a lot of bikini clad young girls on the beach and as I looked at them I was glad once again for the time I spent in the gym. Even after three kids I looked good enough to give any one of them a good run for their money. 

There was a lot of activity on the beach, but I managed to find a place to spread my blanket. My closest neighbors were a man and his wife sitting on beach chairs about six feet away. They looked to be in their late forties or early fifties. She was reading a book and he was looking out to sea with a pair of binoculars. I put my blanket down and got to work on my tan. I don't know how long it was after I lay down that the man got out of his chair and came over to me.

"I see that you are alone and you really need to get some lotion on your back. I can do it for you if you would like."

If he hadn't been there with his wife I would have thought for sure that it was a pick up line. I looked over at her, but she was buried in her book and not giving me any dirty looks so I said:

"Thank you. I would appreciate that." 

I had untied my bikini top so I wouldn't have a tan line across my back when I wore one of my 'little black dresses' so he had an open back to work with. He started on my shoulders and worked his way down until her reached the bikini bottoms and then he said:

"I already have lotion all over my hands so I might as well do the backs of your legs while I'm at it."

A quick glance at his wife showed she wasn't concerned so I didn't say no and he moved his hands to my feet and started working his way up. The man had a 'touch'. His hands felt so good and relaxing that if I'd have been a cat I would have been purring. As his hands moved higher I had to resist the urge to spread my legs wider so he could do my inner thighs. He finished up and I thanked him and he went back to his chair. Not wanting to overdo it I got up after another half hour or so and went back up to the room. I showered, dressed and then went shopping. 

That afternoon I was back on the beach and about half an hour after I laid down on my blanket the man walked up to me and asked me if I was ready for him to do my back again. I looked around and didn't see his wife, but it was a public beach and there were people all over the place so I felt safe and I told him I'd love it. He told me his name was Dan and he was from Cleveland and on vacation and I told him my name and the story of how I came to be in Lauderdale. He laughed and said:

"Your husband must be crazy to go off and leave you alone. A gorgeous lady like you, alone on this beach with all the college boys looking at and lusting after you. He'll be lucky if a couple of them don't scoop you up and run off with you."

"What? An old hag like me?"

"Don't kid yourself. The boys haven't taken their eyes off you since you have been out here. I think that the only reason they haven't made a move on you is that they saw me with you this morning and now and they think I'm your husband or boyfriend."

"So, besides being a spreader of lotions you are also my protector?"

"It would seem that way. I haven't misread things have I?"

"In what way?"

"Maybe you don't want to be protected from the studs."

He said it in a joking way and that is the way I took it and I said, "No, I don't need any young studs in my life right now."

By the time he finished with my legs I was feeling all warm, fuzzy and relaxed. He wiped off his hands and then asked:

"Since you are all alone would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

Since watching TV alone in my room is all that I had to look forward to and figuring that I'd be okay with his wife there I said that I would like that. He told me to meet him in the hotel restaurant at seven and then he wandered off. I looked around and saw that he had been right about one thing - I was the center of attention for quite a few of the young studs and for some reason that thought made my pussy tingle.

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When I got to the dining room at five to seven I saw him sitting in a booth along the back wall. He was alone and when I slid in on the seat across from him I asked him where his wife was.

"Wife? I'm not married. Whatever gave you the idea that I was married?"

"I saw you sitting on the beach with a woman this morning."

"The woman on the chair next to me?"

I said yes and he said, "I've no idea who she is. She just happened to be sitting in a chair next to an empty one when I came out on the beach. I asked her if it was taken, she said no and so I sat down."

I had no real reason to be nervous, after all, he had been a gentleman both times I had seen him during the day, but somehow it just didn't seem right for me, a married woman, to be having dinner alone with another man. But I was already seated and even if I got up and moved away from him I still had to eat dinner so I stayed. 

Dan ordered a carafe of red wine with dinner and we sat, ate and talked. He told me all about his life as a single guy in Cleveland and I filled him in on the trials and tribulations of bringing up three kids. When dinner was over he suggested that we go into the lounge to listen to the live band. I really wasn't ready to go back up to my room so I told him to order me a margarita and that I'd meet him there and then I headed for the ladies room, took my pee, refreshed my make up and went and joined him.

The band was pretty good and we got to talking about music. He was a big fan of Dixieland jazz and country/western and I liked modern pop and we were arguing about the relative merits of each when I began to feel funny. The room seemed to be spinning. My margarita glass was in my hand and I dropped it. Dan asked me what was the matter and I'm not even sure that I was coherent as I tried to explain it to him.

"Sounds like you are having an allergic reaction to something from dinner. We need to get you up to your room and call the hotel doctor."

I didn't protest when he helped me up and supported me as he took me from the lounge to the elevator. My memory faded as we left the lounge and I don't remember anything of the next couple of hours.

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I have a vague recollection of male voices sayings things like, "That's it, fuck her ass" and "Cum in her mouth" and other things like that. Once I heard, "Damn, but she sure can fuck" and another time I heard, "How long have we got her for?"

None of it made any sense to me when I heard it. I remember hearing a familiar voice crying, "Fuck me, please fuck me, somebody please, somebody fuck me" and "Do it, do it to me, do it."

And then gradually, like I was coming out from under an anesthetic, I became more aware. Everything was foggy; my mouth had a dry cottony feel to it. Something was rubbing my lips and suddenly the dry mouth was wet and salty tasting and nothing was rubbing my lips anymore. 

I heard moans and it was a minute or two before I realized they were coming from me. My body was on fire and I felt the tingle of a departing orgasm. The haze was clearing and I found myself looking down into the face of a man I had never seen before. His eyes were closed and he was moaning:

"Ride me honey, ride me. Make me cum honey, make me cum."

I tried to lift myself up, but I was being held down by something pushing at me from the back. I felt a hot, burning, but somewhat pleasurable sensation in my ass and I felt like I wanted to pass gas or go to the bathroom. Something moved in front of my face and I saw the head of a cock coming toward my mouth. Somewhere back in the recesses of my mind a faint voice was saying, "No, I don't want that," but my mouth opened of it's own accord and the cock slid over my tongue and I started sucking it.

My head was clearing and I finally realized that I had a cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy. I was pushing back at the man behind me while the man in my pussy was just pushing up hard into me and holding his cock there. My pushing back at the man in my ass was moving me on the cock in my pussy and the man under me was still moaning:

"Ride me, like that honey, just ride me."

I felt sudden wet warmth in my ass and then the full feeling went away and I farted. Someone laughed and said, "You packed her full of air Ed." Another voice said, "I'm next" and I felt something start to push it's way past my sphincter. I pushed my ass back at whoever was behind me and he said:

"Damn! She still is tight and she wants it."

I did! I did want it, but I didn't know why. Gary and I had never done anal. Gary! Where was Gary? I took my mouth off the cock I had been sucking and I looked around the room. I didn't see Gary. I saw seven naked men. I saw Dan pointing a video camera at me, but I didn't see Gary. Why was Gary letting these... and the thought was interrupted when the man whose cock I had been sucking grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth back onto him.

I was buffeted back and forth between the three men and I felt the familiar warmth of an orgasm wash over me as the cock in my ass sawed back and forth. "Here it comes sweetie" the man behind me moaned as he rammed me hard and I felt the wetness of his spend.

"Who gets her next?" the man said as he pulled his cock out of my ass and the man under me said, "No, I can't hold off any longer, I have to get my rocks off" and he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me over onto my back. I had been sucking on the cock in my mouth and when I was rolled my mouth was pulled off the cock and there was a 'pop' sound. The man looked down at me and said:

"You want this, don't you?"

I did, but I didn't. My head was full of conflicting thoughts. Part of me wanted to say, "Get away from me, leave me alone," but another part was crying out, "Do it! Do it." 

My body made the decision for me as my legs spread wide. The man grinned and said, "I thought so" as he slid his cock into me. I moaned, my legs came up and clamped on him, my nails dug into his ass as I pulled him into me even as I pushed myself up at him. He started slamming his cock into me and I moaned.

"Like it? Like my cock? You like dick, don't you?"

"Yes" I moaned, "Oh God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that sweetie. You have a lot more cock coming at you before this night is over."

"Just fuck me" I whined, "Just fuck me, please, just fuck me."

He slammed his cock into me hard several more times and then I felt his hands go under me and cup my ass cheeks and he shoved hard into me as he pulled me tight against him. I felt his hot fluid spash against my insides, but I was not ready. I was close, but I was not ready and as he tried to get up I tried to hold him, to pull him back into me.

"No" I moaned, "Not yet, not yet, I'm close, I'm close. Don't stop, please don't stop."

He pulled away from me and I whined, "No, please, no" and someone laughed and I felt another hard cock drive into me. And then another, and another and another as I lost all track of the cocks that probed my pussy, ass and mouth.

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The sunlight was streaming in the window when I woke up. I shook my head as if to clear away the erotic dream I'd had. As I came fully awake my body was telling me that Gary must have really done a fine job on me the night before. My pussy was sore. My jaw ached. My ass felt like....my ass? Gary never did my a... and then I remembered that Gary wasn't there. What had happened? How had it happened? I remembered going to meet Dan for dinner, but what had happened after that? I sat up and swung my legs off the bed and put my feet on the floor and as I did that a voice said:

"Good morning Sunshine."

I looked and saw Dan sitting in the chair. I stared at him for several seconds before saying:

"What happened? What did you do to me?"

"I drugged you sweetie, and then I gave you to some of my friends and business associates. They were quite pleased with you. A couple of them would even like to see you again."

I stared at him for several more seconds and then I got up and padded into the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet random memories of the night came into my mind. One of them the image of Dan pointing a video camera at me. Oh shit! What did that mean? I walked back into the room and saw my clothes in a pile on the floor and I suddenly realized that I was naked and my arms and hands automatically went to cover my pussy and my breasts and Dan laughed.

"A little late for that Sunshine. I've already seen everything you have and I've seen you use it. Sit down. I've got something I want to show you."

I sat down on the bed and he picked the video camera up from the floor and came over and sat down next to me. He handed me the camera and told me to watch the little view screen. He pushed a button and there I was on my hands and knees being fucked by a man from behind. I was slamming my ass back at him and another man stepped in front of me and I leaned forward and clamped my lips on his cock. Dan took the camera back and said:

"I have four hours of footage like that Sunshine. You get to be the one who decides if anyone gets to watch your porn video. Call the cops, cry rape and everyone will see you begging for it. Say nothing, go on home with your husband and all it will ever be is a pleasurable memory. And it was pleasurable for you. I'll give you a copy of the tapes if you'd like so you can see for yourself."

"Why? Why did you do that to me?"

"Because you were a sexy woman, all alone, and I knew I could get away with it."

I knew he was right. I knew that I couldn't let anyone see that tape. Without another word I dressed and left Dan's room and went to mine.

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I took a long, hot bath and then napped until noon. After a light lunch I took my blanket and a towel and went out to the beach. There was a difference that day. The previous day I hadn't paid much attention to what was going on around me, but that day I was aware of everything. I watched the mating dance between the young hard-bodied males and females enjoying Spring Break. I noticed the bulges in their Speedo swimming suits. Everywhere I looked I saw something sexual going on.

I noticed one young man looking at me and the bulge in his trunks looked huge. I wondered how big it really was and I wondered if it would fit in my mouth. He was looking at me, I was staring at his bulge and then the mood was broken when some sixteen or seventeen year old sexpot grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

I saw other bulges and had similar thoughts before I finally said, "Get a grip Mickey!" and I grabbed my blanket and towel and went back to my room. I was stressing and so I did what I normally did when I'm stressing - I went shopping.

Bad move.

Everywhere I went I saw overtones of sex. Young girls flaunting their bodies, hunky studs checking out anything female to see if it had bed potential. I saw them looking at me and I saw, or thought I did, the desire in their eyes. Several I saw I wondered about; what would they be like.




Becoming A Slut Wife: Mickey



I was in a boutique looking at some bras and panties and one young man walking through stopped long enough to say:

"The black lace ones would look great on you," and then he was gone leaving me to look at his back with the image in my mind of me standing in front of him in those black lace panties and stroking his cock.

Even the most common place and minor things made me think of sex. I was walking past a gas station and saw a man take the filler hose from the pump. The metal filler tube had the same downward curvature as one of the cocks I had sucked last night and when the nozzle went into the car receptacle I remembered the same cock going into my pussy.

A man was straddling a motorcycle at a stoplight, motorcycle throbbing between his legs, and it made me think of the throbbing cocks from the night before. Everywhere I looked I saw something that pulled up an image from the night before.

And I could not - could not! - get rid of the image of me pushing back at the cock fucking me from behind and then leaning forward, actually stretching, to get at the cock in front of my face.

I headed back to the motel and took a cold shower. I ordered dinner from room service and sat down with a book, but I couldn't concentrate and I set it aside and turned on the TV. I jumped channels for half an hour before turning it off.

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He answered the door on the third knock. He smiled when he saw it was me and I said:

"You said something this morning, something about a couple of your friends wanting to see me again?"

He opened the door wide, stepped aside and I walked in.



Becoming A Slut Wife: Mimi



My wife is one of those people who have managed to reach adulthood with no conception of the actual value of money or of the fact that it can sometimes be damned hard to come by. After several years of trying to get her educated and failing I was forced to take drastic steps if only to protect my credit and keep us out of bankruptcy. I cancelled all of her credit cards and closed our joint checking and savings accounts. When the inevitable outcry came, "What am I supposed to do for money?" I simply told her to get a job and learn to manage her own money. She whined, moaned and bitched, but in the end she did go out and get a job.

She got a job as a cocktail waitress at a down town lounge. I wasn't supposed to know that - she told me she had a job cleaning offices after hours - but the guy who hired her was a very good friend of mine. Dale and I had served in the same unit when we were in the Army and about five years after my discharge I ran into him in a down town restaurant, we renewed the friendship and we usually see each other a couple of times a week for lunch. Mimi had never met Dale, but Dale had seen every picture of Mimi that she had sent me when I was overseas and he recognized her as soon as she walked into his office. He had given her an application and while she was filling it out he left the room and called me, "What do you want me to do?"

"Is there any reason she can't work for you?"

"Well, kind of."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, the uniforms, costumes really, that the girls have to wear are awful skimpy and revealing and along with the red high heels that complete the outfit the girls fairly invite sexual comments from our customers. Of course that is the effect we are aiming for. Our target clientele is the well to do businessman who stops off on the way home from work to talk business with friends and clients and the appearance of our girls is meant to be an inducement to get them to come here rather than go some where else. If Mimi comes to work here she will be hit on from the moment she punches in until the time she gets in her car to go home. I don't know how strong your marriage is buddy, but I've seen a lot of happily married women come to work here and end up as sluts. She'll make a fortune in tips, but the down side is that this place can have a corrosive effect on some marriages."

"At least if she's working there you can keep an eye on her for me."

"Only partly true buddy. I go home at seven when the night manager comes in to relieve me so I'll only be here for the first two hours of her shift. I can ask the night guy to keep an eye on her for me, but I can't guarantee a thing."

"Do the best you can Dale. At least I'll know where she will be."

Mimi got the job and every Friday after that she would come home with an envelope with one hundred and sixty dollars in it - her take home pay from her cleaning job. I knew that she was making a lot more than that, but so what? I'd told her to get a job and earn her own spending money and she had gone and done it so what she did with her money was her business. I'd check in with Dale a couple of times a week to see how Mimi was doing and he always told me that there were no problems that he was aware of, "Of course I'm only speaking for the two hours she's with me. Lenny, the night guy, told me he would keep an eye on her and he hasn't said anything about problems."

Three months went buy and one day I called Dale and he said that he had heard that Mimi was doing a little 'light hooking' on the side. 

"What is light hooking?" I asked. Dale explained that hooking was a euphemism for prostitution. Regular prostitutes took on any one who had the price, but girls who did light hooking were only taking money from a limited and select clientele.

"It's only a rumor buddy and it could have been started by one of the other girls who is jealous of Mimi's popularity. I'll do some digging and see what I can find out." 

I found it hard to believe that Mimi was taking money for sex primarily because she was fucking me damn near to death at home. I was sure if she was getting it some place else I would have seen a slackening at home. None the less I started looking for signs that Mimi was fucking around on me. I was hampered in that by the fact that she didn't get home until after I had gone to bed, but I checked her underwear in the dirty clothes basket and never found any thing suspicious. I didn't see any hickeys or love bites on her body and I didn't detect any loss of affection so I figured that Dale was probably right and that it was just a rumor.

Three days later I got a call from Dale, "I'm sorry buddy, but I guess I let you down."

What do you mean?"

"I didn't do enough to keep an eye on Mimi and she finally succumbed to the corrosive atmosphere of this place. It is not a rumor - she is definitely doing some light hooking." 

He proceeded to tell me what he had found out. One afternoon after he started trying to chase down the rumor he had come back to the club to talk to the night manager and had found Lenny in the office with Mimi. She was lying on the desk with her legs up on Lenny's shoulders and Lenny was fucking her as hard as he could. Lenny had looked up and said, "Damn it, I thought that I locked that door" and Dale had said, "You did, but I have a key, remember?" Then Lenny told Dale to have a seat and that he would be with him in a minute. Three minutes later Lenny pulled out of Mimi's cunt and had told her to get back to work. When she was out of the room Dale said, "I thought I asked you to keep an eye on her for me?"

"You did, and I tried. But one night she got talked into giving Paulson (one of the partners in the lounge) a hand job for a hundred bucks. By the time I found out about it he was paying her for blow jobs and pussy. And Paulson has been sharing her with McNeil and Olsen. As far as I know she limits herself to them, and me of course. Once I found out what was going on I made sure that I started to get my fair share. She's damn good pussy Dale - hard to turn down."

Dale finished telling me what he had found out and then said, "There's nothing I can do now. I can't let her go now that she has an in with Paulson. For all I know Paulson has shared her with the other two partners. She has more juice here now than I do and if I try to get rid of her I might be the one going out the door."

I told him that I knew it wasn't his fault, thanked him for his efforts, and hung up the phone.

That night I waited up for Mimi. She was surprised to find me awake and asked me why. 

"I've been horny all day and I waited up for you to see if maybe we could make love." 

Actually what I wanted was a close look at her as she got home from work to see if I could see anything that would tell me what she had been up to. I need to find a way to confront her without ending Dale's usefulness. As long as Mimi didn't know about him I could still get information from him. Mimi came over and sat down on my lap and said, "This is going to work out well sweetie. I've been horny most of the day too."

She kissed me and all doubt of what Dale had told me was gone. I could taste a trace of semen in her mouth when our tongues touched and I'd eaten her pussy enough after fucking her to know the taste. When we got in bed her pussy was sopping wet and there wasn't any doubt in my mind that some one had been there before me. I'm embarrassed to say that our sex that night was some of the most satisfying that I'd ever had. It wasn't because knowing that she had fucked some one else had turned me on, it was because I pounded into her as hard as I could to punish her, but the harder I fucked her, the rougher I was with her, the wilder she got. When I finally came and collapsed on the bed next to her Mimi said, "Good God baby, we need to do this more often. How about waiting up for me every night from now on?" 

I went to work the next morning still wondering what I was going to do.

For the next two weeks I did wait up for Mimi and the sex was fantastic. It didn't matter what I did to try and punish her she loved it and wanted more. As an example, we engaged in anal sex a couple of times a month, but only with a lot of KY Jelly and finger work to loosen Mimi up. One night as I was fucking her doggie style as hard as I could I pulled my cock out of her pussy, lined it up with her ass and drove it in. She screamed, but I held her hips and kept fucking her as hard and fast as I could. Suffer you cheating bitch I thought to myself as I drove into her, but in only a minute or so Mimi was crying for me not to stop, "Don't stop, don't stop, oh god baby please don't stop." 

By the end of the second week I was no closer to knowing what to do about Mimi than I had been on the day that Dale first told me that she was cheating on me. I also began to wonder if it even mattered. Mimi and I were getting along great and it wasn't just the sex. She showered me with gifts paid for with the money she made (a lot of it no doubt from her 'light hooking') and I couldn't see any lack of love or affection. Still, she was cheating on me and lying to me and I had to do something, but what? Mimi didn't work weekends and when she was home all she wanted to do was fuck so I didn't get a whole lot of time to think about our situation. It wasn't until I was halfway through work on a Monday that it dawned on me - what did it matter that Mimi was getting some extra on the side? I was getting more than I could handle. What really mattered was did she really love me or was I just the guy who furnished the roof over her head while she played. I thought she loved me, she seemed to love me, but could I be sure? I had to find out!

Tuesday afternoon I called Dale and asked him to meet me for lunch. "I want you to try and seduce Mimi."

"What?"

"I want you to try and seduce Mimi and get her to commit to a relationship." I explained the thought process that had gotten me to that point. "I know she is cheating on me and taking money for sex, but I've decided that I can live with that as long as I know that she loves me. I don't know how we will work it out, but I'm sure we can if she really loves me. The only way I can find that out is to see if she becomes romantically involved with some one else as opposed to just having some sexual fun."

"Just how am I supposed to go about seducing her?"

"You've already caught her fucking the night guy so just tell her you have decided that you want your fair share. If she balks tell her you know me and if you don't get yours you will see to it that I find out what she has been doing. After you've slept with her a couple of times tell her that you are sorry that you blackmailed her, that you have fallen for her and then see where it goes."

"You really want me to fuck your wife?"

"Why not? At least I'll know that my friend is getting some. It's not like she isn't already fucking around on me."

"Okay buddy, but I am going to be really pissed if I do this and you get mad at me."

The very next day Dale hit on Mimi and at first she told him to go to hell. Then when he told her that he knew me and that if she didn't take care of him he would see to it that I found out about her she caved. He had her on the same desk where she had taken on the night man. He fucked her every day that week and when she had come into the office on Monday expecting to get fucked again he apologized for being an asshole. He explained that he had come to see her as more than just another one of the floozies that worked there and that he was afraid that he was falling for her. She had surprised him by accepting his apology and then telling him that she didn't mind his attentions and, that In fact, she rather looked forward to coming to work and starting her day with him. For the next two weeks nothing changed and Dale fucked Mimi at the start of her shift every day. Dale talked her into meeting him for lunch one day and they went to a hotel where they got to fuck on a bed for the first time. This became the norm on every Monday and Thursday for the next month (she always said she couldn't on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays and we figured that those were Paulson's days) and then one day Dale called and told me that he had good news and bad news.

"The good news is that I honestly believe that she loves you. I've made several attempts to get romantically involved and she always tells me that she likes me as a friend, but that she loves you and has no interest in leaving you."

"What's the bad news?"

"I'm afraid that I've fallen in love with her."

Shit! To paraphrase Laurel and Hardy, "This is a fine mess we have gotten ourselves into." All of a sudden I was in a position where I had to do something even if it turned out wrong.

The call from Dale had come on a Wednesday and I decided to confront Mimi on the weekend when neither of us had to work. That would give us two days to talk and see where our relationship was going to end up. I spent the rest of the week trying to figure out how to approach the Mimi and finally decided that a blunt frontal assault was as good a way to go as any. Saturday morning Mimi work me up by sucking my cock which led to our making love and then taking a shower together which, led in turn, to our making love again. Sitting across the table from each other after eating breakfast I said, "One thing I don't understand is how you have time for me with all the other fucking that you are doing." Mimi's face turned pale and before she could say anything I went on, "I mean you are fucking Dale almost every day of the week and you're probably doing Lenny the same amount and then there is Paulson and his friends. I'm surprised your cunt isn't sore by the time you get home. How do you do it?" 

I'd caught her way off guard and she didn't appear to know what to say for several moments, but then she shrugged her shoulders and said, "I guess I just like sex. The more I get the more I seem to want. How did you find out?" 

I told her about Dale and how he had recognized her and had called me. "I've known you were lying about the job since day one, but I didn't know you were a prostitute until about two months ago." She turned crimson when I said that, but didn't say a word, just sat there and looked at me. "Care to tell me about it?" 

She was quiet for about another minute or so and then she said, "I didn't tell you about the job because I thought I'd have to fight with you over it. I didn't think you would like it knowing that I'd be wearing a skimpy costume in front of a bunch of men so I told you I was working as a janitor."

"So when did you decide to become a whore?"

"Damn you! Don't call me that!"

"Why not? That's what you call a woman who takes money for having sex with men."

"It's not like that."

"Not like what? I know you get money from Paulson for hand jobs, blow jobs and pussy for himself and his friends McNeil and Olsen and that makes you a whore - a woman who takes money for sex."

Mimi got up from the table and ran crying from the room. I just sat there and let her go. She now knew that I knew and now I would just have to wait and see what she was going to do.

I was out in the garage doing an oil change on the car when she came out, "Okay, I'm a whore. Now what?"

"What do you mean now what?"

"I mean where do we go from here?"

"That's up to you Mimi. It's your job, it's what you are doing at your job and it's what you are doing with the people that you've met at your job. So you tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you are going to do."

"Damn it! Will you just tell me what you want me to do?"

"No. You are a big girl now Mimi. You made the decisions that got us here. So you figure out where we go from here."

I got in the car and started it, backed out of the garage and then I drove it around the block. I pulled it back into the garage and checked for oil leaks at the filter and drain plug and satisfied that every thing was all right I went into the house. Mimi was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a beer and I got one and sat down opposite her. She looked at me, looked away and then looked back at me again, "I'll quit. I'll call them Monday and tell them I won't be back."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you going to quit?"

"Isn't that what I have to do?"

"Why do you have to do that?"

"How can I start to mend the damage if I don't at least quit for starters?"

"Is that what you want to do, mend the damage? Why?"

"Because I love you and I don't want to lose you."

"If that is true, why have you been cheating on me?"

"I don't really know. It was exciting and I loved all the sex I was getting and being paid for it made it even more exciting and it wasn't hurting us. In fact we were having even more sex than we used to."

"So, what you are telling me is that if there is a choice between me and the job, you chose me?"

"Yes, of course."

"If the choice is between me and Lenny, Paulson, McNeil and Olsen you would still take me." 

"Yes."

"How about the choice between me and Dale?"

"Don't be a bonehead, I'm always going to pick you baby. Won't you please get it through that thick skull of yours that I love you?"

"Dale will be heartbroken to hear that. He's fallen in love with you."

"I'm sorry, but I've already told him that I like him as a friend, but that I love you and I'm not going to leave you."

"One more question - be honest now - if I hadn't found out about it would you have kept on doing it?"

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Yes, I would have."

"Yet even though you say that you would have kept on if I hadn't found out, you would still be willing to give up the job and all of the extra sex if I just say I forgive you and want you to stay my wife?"

"Yes, God damn you, yes! You can be such an asshole some times. You know I love you."

"You love me, but you like to fuck other guys?"

She looked down at the floor and said, "Yes. I love you and I like fucking other guys."

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay, so go ahead and fuck other guys."

Mimi looked at me, stunned by what I'd just said. "You don't care?"

"No"

"If you don't care what was all this bullshit about just now?"

"It was about trust Mimi, trust and love. You were lying to me and you were cheating on me. I had to know if you loved me. If you love me I can live with you fucking other men. What I couldn't live with was the thought that you were with other men because you didn't love me any more."

"Oh god, baby, I'm so sorry. I never meant to cause you pain" and she got up and came around the table and sat down on my lap. "I'm yours baby, and I always will be, no matter what."

"There is a catch to my letting you go out and have your fun. You have to tell me what you do and with whom. I want to hear all about it when you get home, and you have to keep Dale happy."

"I'll do better than come home and tell you about it baby, I'll bring them home with me and you can watch or even join in."

We spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other around the house. I made a phone call around five and told Mimi to go put on her sexiest pair of high heels. And at six-fifteen when the doorbell rang I made her answer the door naked except for the heels. I heard her squeal with delight as she opened the door and found Dale standing there. That night I had my first threesome and watched as my wife sucked and fucked my best friend into exhaustion. I woke up in the morning to a bouncing bed and found Mimi and Dale going at it hot and heavy and not one of us put on clothes until Dale went home at seven in the evening.

It has been four months since that weekend and in those four months I've seen Mimi with anywhere from one to seven guys, some times from the closet and some times from up close as I participated. She is fucking Dale almost as much as she is fucking me and he spends quite a few weekends with us. The first gangbang I got to see from the closet was when she brought Paulson and four of his friend's home one night. He told her that he would give her an extra fifteen hundred if she would do them all on her marriage bed. She found out later that he has a thing for fucking other men's wives and he especially gets off fucking them on their own beds behind their husbands back. This Thursday Paulson wants to bring two other girls from the lounge and eleven of his friends over (I'm supposed to be out of town) and I told Mimi that I didn't think that I could stay in the closet for as long as that would take. She grinned and told me that she had already handled it. 




Becoming A Slut Wife: Mimi



"I told him that Thursday wouldn't be good for me because I usually spent the nights when my hubby was out of town with my boyfriend. He thinks it's kinky that I have a steady boyfriend in addition to all the other fucking I do. He told me to bring you, that he would like to meet you. Think you can make it?"



Becoming A Slut Wife: Mother In Law



It is one of the facts of my life that for every good thing I do I also do something bad. I don't know why this is, but it seems to be a part of my karma - something to keep everything in balance. A case in point is what I did for Jimmy Olsen and what I did to my mother.

Jimmy was one of my prize students. He was All State as a quarterback and a short stop. He was National Honor Society academically and he was one of the most popular boys in school. He had the rugged good looks that had all the girls wanting to go steady with him and he was smart enough, at least in my estimation, to give all of them a chance. The last thing that Jimmy needed was to get emotionally involved at this early stage in his life. I'd seen more than one lad with a brilliant future ahead of him end up pumping gas after hooking up with some empty headed bimbo with big boobs.

We had been having some drug problems at our school and one-day word came down from on high that we were to pull a surprise locker inspection. The word spread through the school like wild fire. In theory, the teachers were supposed to be already in place watching the banks of lockers to see that students didn't get to the lockers and remove anything, but the assistant principle grabbed me on my way up the stairs and gave me a list of kids that he suspected of drug use and told me to be extra vigilant when searching their lockers. As a result of his stopping me I was a little late getting to my post on the third floor. I got to the top of the stairwell just in time to see Jimmy take something from his locker and put it in his pocket. He started to turn and go but I hollered at him to hold up. He turned and saw me and I saw his face change - he was scared! I walked up to him: 

"What did you put in your pocket Jimmy." 

He said "Nothing. I was just putting some books in my locker." 

"Don't lie to me Jimmy. I saw you take something out of the locker and put it in your pocket. Give it to me." 

He hesitated, but then he took his hand out of his pocket and handed me a glass n bottle with an eyedropper in it. As soon as I saw the eyedropper I knew what it was - date rape drug. The fact that it wasn't weed, crack cocaine or heroin wouldn't have mattered as far as the administration was concerned. Jimmy would be suspended and that would cost him his full ride scholarship at State so I put the bottle in my pocket and said:

"Get out of here and keep your mouth shut."

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I'll never know why I didn't take that bottle and pour it down the drain. I walked around with it in my pocket until the end of the day and then I tossed it into my briefcase. It rolled around in the briefcase for a week or so before I took it out of the case and dropped it in the center desk drawer of my desk at home. It sat there almost three months until I suddenly understood why I had kept it. I had done a good deed in helping Jimmy out and now I needed a bad deed to balance things. Not that I actually thought like that, it was just the way my life seemed to go.

My mother hates me. This is not paranoia on my part, she does actually have an intense dislike for me. The woman did everything in her power to keep Debbie from marrying me. She even lied to Debbie and told her that she had been driving past the Motel 6 and she had seen me going into a room with a prostitute. Fortunately on the day in question (and the two days before and after) I happened to be nine hundred miles away at a seminar and I had all the receipts to prove it. I got along great with Debbie's dad, but you could feel the chill in the room when Debbie's mom and I were in a room together. Debbie's mom constantly makes snide remarks when I'm around and she criticizes every thing that I do. I do my best to grin and bear it just so I can stay on the good side of her father when what I really want to do is strangle the bitch with my bare hands.

For the past seven years I have been playing poker every Thursday night with a bunch of guys I went to college with. The games rotated between the seven of us and on this particular Thursday night it was my turn to be the host. I got home from school that night to find that we were blessed with the presence of my mother. Debbie gave me the bad news.

"Daddy had to take a two day business trip to Denver and you know how much she hates to be alone. I told her she could stay here with us, you don't mind do you?" 

What was I going to say? "Yes I mind. Get the stupid bitch out of here?" 

I said, "No dear, it is quite all right, but don't forget, the card game is here tonight and you know how she gets when she is around me. Try and keep her out of the way so the rest of the guys won't be exposed to her tongue." 

Naturally Debbie wasn't able to keep her mother out of the way and the fact that there were six guys there that she didn't know did nothing to slow down the flow of her caustic comments. Debbie hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days and she went to bed early. We weren't halfway through the game before Bill said:

"Just what the hell is her fucking problem?" 

I told him that she just didn't like me. Jack said, "What the bitch needs is a hard cock shoved up her ass." 

"I wouldn't fuck her with your dick" I said. 

"Oh I don't know about that," said Greg. "She's got a decent looking ass and that is a pretty good rack she's sporting." 

Then Hal said that he thought Bea was kind of sexy, in an older woman way and Mike chimed in with "I'd fuck her." 

Chuck laughed and said, "Think you could get her to pull a train for us?" 

The words were no sooner out of Chuck's mouth and I knew what I was going to do. I smiled at the guys and said, "I think that I can get her to do just that." 

I'd put up with Bea's shit for years and I was going to get back at her. I told the guys that I was sitting out the next hand and then I went to my den and got the bottle of date rape drug out of the desk drawer. I went back to the table and said; "If you guys want her to pull a train I can make it happen, but if I make it happen I get to videotape it, okay?"

The guys looked at each other and then said okay. 

"It may take a half hour or so, but I promise you she will pull a train." 

Bea was sitting in the living room watching TV and drinking a beer and as I played my cards I kept an eye on her. When she got up to go to the bathroom I got up and raced into the living room. I took Jimmy's bottle out of my pocket and put a couple of drops in her beer. If a couple of drops didn't do it I would put more in the next time she got up. I figured that it had to be drops or why the eyedropper? Maybe I should have questioned Jimmy about it, but it was too late now. I was playing the next hand when she came back and I watched her take a long pull on the beer when she sat down. 

It was about fifteen minutes before I saw her head sag, but I waited another five minutes before I got up to check on her. Her eyes were open and they followed me as I walked up to her. I stuck my hand inside her blouse and squeezed a tit and she giggled, but made no move to stop me. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock and stuck it in her mouth and I felt her tongue move on it, but other that that she just looked up at me as I fucked her mouth. I felt myself getting ready to cum and I grabbed her head with both hands and held her as I let loose my load. I held her head until my dick went soft and then I undressed her. 

I went back to the table and told the guys that she was ready for them. I told them what I had done to her beer and that she might not be too active for the first half hour or so, but then she would start to come out of it and start participating. I didn't know if that was true or not. All I wanted was to get some footage of my friends fucking Bea. 

I was pleasantly surprised when after about fifteen minutes Bea began to respond. At first it was only her pushing up at the guy fucking her, but then her legs came up and wrapped around Mike. When it was Hal's turn she locked her legs around him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. By the time Bill was in her for the second time she was begging for the guys to fuck her harder. Each of the guys fucked her twice before I started getting creative. I had Bill put his cock in her mouth while Hal fucked her, then I had the guys get her on her knees and I had Mike fuck her from behind while Chuck and Jack both tried to shove their cocks in her mouth at the same time. 

While I was watching the action through the viewfinder I thought back to what Jack had said that got this ball rolling, "What the bitch needs is a hard cock shoved up her ass." The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. I put the camera down and stripped and when Mike finished fucking her I moved in behind Bea and slid my cock into her cum filled snatch and got my first feel of sloppy seconds. I was surprised at how good it felt. For a moment I thought that I could learn to like it, but then I remembered what I intended to do. I pushed into her a couple of more times to get some lube on my cock and then I pulled out of her pussy and lined myself up with her asshole. I told Jack to take his cock out of her mouth and then I pushed. Bea's head jerked up and she gave a loud scream and then Jack grabbed her head and forced his cock down her throat to keep her quiet. Bea moaned and groaned and tried to get away from me, but I held onto her hips and fucked her ass as hard as I could. It took me almost five minutes to cum and by the time that I did Bea was pushing back at me.

The gangbang went on for another hour and a half and by the time it was over the drug had worn off, but Bea was still begging for more cock. The guys finally couldn't get it up any more and they straggled out of the house leaving Bea lying on the living room floor and moaning, "Fuck me, please somebody fuck me." 

I stood over her and said, "Anybody? Even your detestable son?"

"Yes, oh yes, please fuck me honey, please fuck me." 

"You're sure? You want your worthless, no account, poor excuse for a son to fuck you?" 

She got up on her knees and reached for me. I stepped back and laughed at her and went up to bed.

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The next morning at the breakfast table Bea wouldn't meet my eyes. She had the same disdainful look on her face though and I thought to myself you think you dislike me now you old whore, but wait and see what I have in store for you the next time we are alone. That time came sooner than I thought. When I got home from school that night Debbie had gone shopping and Bea was in the living room watching TV. I went and got the tape I had made the night before and I walked into the living room and shoved into the VCR. Bea started to bitch at me for interrupting her program, but she shut up as soon as the picture came up on the TV screen. She was being fucked by Mike and had her head bobbing up and down on Hal's cock. 

"I've never since I've known you done anything to give you a reason to feel about me the way that you do. I've put up with your rotten attitude all these years for Debbie's sake, but I have finally decided that if I have to put up with it I might as well deserve it. Here's the deal. Everyone you know is going to get a copy of this tape unless you do exactly what I tell you. What you are going to do is every time I tell you to do it you are going to lift your skirt, take off your panties and bend over and wait for me to fuck you. I don't care if it's at a wedding, a funeral, a birthday party, in your own home or at the supermarket. When I say "do it" you will lift up your skirt and give me access. Do you understand?" 

"You wouldn't dare!" 

"Oh yes I would Bea, you can bet on it. Now do it." 

She looked at me and I could see that she wanted to tell me to fuck off, but then she leaned back in the chair, lifted her hips and took off her panties. Then she spread her legs and waited. 

"On your knees Bea. I'm going to take you in the ass. She looked up at me and I thought I saw a hint of a smile and she turned over and got up on her knees. As I pushed into her she gave a little grunt and then she said, "Are you going to make me fuck your friends again too?" 

"You old slut. You liked it!" 

"We can talk about it later, but for now just fuck me." 



Becoming A Slut Wife: Mrs. B.



I stood there looking into the mirror. What I saw was a married woman of thirty-nine who had a grown son and a hard working husband. It was a good looking (okay, so I'm prejudiced) woman who looked back at me. Five feet four, a hundred and eighteen pounds with nice breasts (no sag), dirty blonde shoulder length hair and with what I've heard called a sexy mouth. The woman I was looking at and who was looking back at me used to be a faithful wife, but not anymore. Now she was a slut! A whore! A fuck pig and a sex toy for young boys. I looked at me looking back at me as I remembered how it all came about.

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Chad, my 19 year old son, was attending college and he had come home for spring break. He spent a week running around visiting old friends and doing some partying. It was Sunday afternoon around two when the call came. The guy he was riding with had wrecked his car the night before so Chad had no ride back to school. My husband Dale had just left for the airport to catch a flight to Atlanta. He had an important meeting the first thing next morning and he wanted to be well rested so he opted to fly out that day rather than catch the early flight in the morning. Since Dale wasn't available Chad asked me if I would drive him and the other four boys who came back to town with him back to school.

I didn't want to do it because I hate driving alone and I hate driving at night. I would have company on the way up, but I would be alone on the three hour return drive home and it would be at night. I told Chad I would do it if none of the other boys could talk someone into being the driver. Chad called around and about an hour later he gave me the bad news; none of the other boys could find anyone.

At four in the afternoon Chad and I got in the Excursion and set out to pick up the other four boys. The trip to school was uneventful if somewhat disconcerting. Have you ever listened to three hours worth of conversation by a group twenty years younger than you? It sounds like they are speaking a foreign language.

I dropped the boys off at their dorms, kissed Chad on the cheek and steeled myself for the three hour trip back home, alone and in the dark. Billy was the last one to get out of the car and he said:

"Wait up a minute Mrs. B (my name was Brenda Blankenship, but all of Chad's friends called me Mrs. B), I have to ask the guys something. I'll be right back" and he ran into the dorm. About five minutes later Billy and Chad came out to the car.

"I know you don't like driving at night" Chad said, "And Billy had an idea. To thank you for bringing us up here the guys all chipped in and we got you a motel room for the night. I'm here and dads in Atlanta so you don't need to rush home. You can get a good nights sleep and head home in the morning fresh and rested. Also, we are taking you out with us for dinner tonight."

He was right. With Dale in Atlanta I'd only have an empty house to go to so I told them I'd take them up on the offer. Billy handed me the money for the motel, told me to go check in and that they would be ready for dinner by the time I got back.

Dinner was at one of the places off campus. It was very popular with college kids because they served pitchers of beer with every pizza. They had a jukebox and a dance floor and after we ate it seemed like every one of the boys wanted to dance with me. Normally I wouldn't have, but my son was there so I felt that I could safely do it.

We had gone through three pitchers of beer and I was feeling good and apparently so were the boys. After a couple of dances they started getting a little 'touchy-feely' when we danced. I should have shut them down, but I didn't. I was in a good mood and to be honest I was loving the attention I was getting from a bunch of young studs and what thirty-nine year old woman wouldn't? Besides, Chad was there and I knew his buddies wouldn't get too out of line with him sitting there at the table.

The boys ordered a fourth pitcher of beer and I told them that I'd had enough and wanted to head for the motel. 

Billy said, "Let's finish this pitcher and then we can all leave."

Halfway through the pitcher I began to feel strange. I was dancing with Billy and I was woozy, disoriented and I was stumbling as I danced.

"Whoa Mrs. B. I guess you have had a little too much beer. I guess we had better get you out of here and to your motel."

I think I told him that I thought that was a good idea, but I don't remember for sure. Things got hazy after that. I remember disconnected bits and pieces. I remember looking down at an erect cock as my head was pushed down toward it. I remember several bright flashes of light. I remember the searing pain of something being pushed into my ass and I remember hearing my own voice crying out, "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Mostly I remember that three or four hours of my life took place without me being aware of what happened. I found out the next day what happened during those lost hours when Billy showed me the video he'd shot and the pictures he'd taken with his digital camera. 

I woke up with someone spooned up against my back. In my half asleep state I thought it was my husband and I pressed back against the erection I felt. I felt it push against me and I lifted my leg to give Dale better access and I felt his cock slide into my pussy.

"Oh yeah, this is the way to wake up" a voice said and it wasn't Dale's voice.

I screamed and jerked away from whoever it was behind me and turned to see Billy. As soon as I saw him the events of the night, at least those that I can remember, crowded in on me.

"I would much rather you had finished what we had just started, but since you screamed and pulled away I'd better explain your position to you before you decide you want to do any more screaming" and then he showed me the pictures he had taken. 

The bright flashes I remembered were the flashes as he took the pictures. There were several of me on one of the back seats of the Excursion bending down and with a cock in my mouth and my hand around another. A couple of me on my knees with a cock in my mouth while another was pushing into me from behind. There was one of me sitting on a cock and looking into the camera and you honestly couldn't tell if the look on my face was one of lust or drugged confusion. The pictures all had one thing in common - a recognizable me, usually with more than one cock in the picture - and no other recognizable faces.

The video was bad. Not poorly shot, but bad for me because it showed me loving what was happening. I know that mentally I was out of it, but physically my body responded to everything the boys did to me. I have no idea how things went before Billy shot the video - I could very well have lain there like a limp dish rag - but eventually my body got into it and that's when Billy started taping. 

He had video of me doing things that I had never even considered doing with my husband. He had me on tape sucking one cock while another one fucked me from behind. He had me with a cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth. He had footage of me lying on my back with my legs spread wide and calling out:

"Next! Somebody fuck me, please, somebody give me some cock."

I counted seven different boys when I watched the video and there could have been more. I have no idea how many might have had me before Billy started shooting tape.

"Why Billy? Why did you do this to me? I thought you liked me."

"Depends on your definition of like Mrs. B. You have been the object of my fantasies since I was old enough to start getting hard ons. I saw a chance to get you on this trip and I took it."

"But why all the others?"

"Made for better video. You are more likely to want to bury that video than you would be to suppress one of just you and me."

"Suppress? I was raped and that video shows just who it was who raped me. You don't dare let anyone see it."

"I didn't hear you say "stop" on that tape. Not once did I hear a "please don't." All I heard was "Please fuck me" and "Somebody give me some cock." It would be your word against mine and the tape backs me up."

"Everyone who knows me knows that I would never do anything like that."

"No Mrs. B., everyone who knows you thinks that you are the kind of women who would never behave like that, but most of the people who see that video will change their minds and say, "Damn, but looks sure can be deceiving can't they?"

"So what you are saying is keep my mouth shut and no one will ever see the tape?"

"Well no Mrs. B., there is a little more to it than that."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you are my new girlfriend. It means that you are my new sex-toy."

"You must be mad!" 

"No, just in control. We drugged Chad to get him out of the way. He will wake up in about two hours with a hell of a hangover. Imagine him stumbling out of his room and seeing these pictures of you on the bulletin board. Image the look on Dale's face when he gets an envelope delivered to his office and he opens it to find these pictures of you. Picture the faces of your friends and relatives after someone sends them a note telling them to check out a particular web site and they do and see you having such a good time. 

"Think about it Mrs. B. You enjoyed last night, you know you did. All you have to do to keep things quiet is keep on enjoying yourself. It won't be that hard. It will only be when I'm home from school and that's only one or two weekends a month. Of course summer vacation, Christmas and Spring Break might see you a little busy, but we can work it out. I don't want you caught any more than you want to be caught. I'm going into the bathroom to pee and I want your answer when I come out. If it is no I need time to hurry over to the dorm and get the pictures up on the bulletin board."

He headed for the bathroom and I glanced at the video and digital cameras. If I grabbed them and ran I would be okay. I'd have to run half-naked for the car, but the odds on anyone one who knew me seeing me were slim. I wouldn't be able to take the time to gather up my shoes, bra and panties and I'd have to stop and at least put my blouse on once I got a few blocks from the motel.

I tensed, getting ready to scramble, when Billy got to the bathroom door. And then he stopped and said, "I don't think I ought to tempt you" and he walked over and picked up both cameras and my purse. "Have an answer for me when I get back" he said as he went into the bathroom.

I was screwed, literally and figuratively screwed. I could not let that video and those pictures be seen by anyone else. Billy was right. Human nature being what it was even people who knew me and knew me well would always wonder if maybe, just maybe, I had done it willingly. Even Chad and Dale would always wonder. They would profess to be behind me 100%, but they would still remember seeing me beg for cock and they would wonder. I'd have to agree to Billy's demands until I could find some way out. During the three-hour drive home I should be able to think of something.

When Billy came out of the bathroom he asked me if I had decided and all I could say was that I really didn't appear to have any choice.

"No you don't Mrs. B. Show me that you mean it" he said as he walked up to me sitting on the edge of the bed. "Suck my cock."

I had no choice and I knew it. I opened my mouth and he stepped forward and put his cock into the open hole. I wanted out of that motel room and the quickest way out would be to hurry up and get Billy off. That meant I had to give him a good blow job instead of just going through the motions. I licked his cock and my right hand took hold of his balls and I softly caressed them and he seemed to like that. His hands went to the back of my head and I started moving my head back and forth, jacking his cock off with my mouth. He moaned and I clamped my lips tight around his cock and moved my head faster.

"Oh yes" he moaned, "Like that, just like that."

I felt his nuts draw up in my hand and I knew he was going to cum and I was ready for it. I tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin. I felt his cock start to soften and I moved to pull my mouth off of him, but his hands held me fast.

"Keep sucking Mrs. B. Get me hard again. I'm going to fuck you one more time before you leave."

I almost cried. I wanted to get out of that room and away from him. He held my head in both hands and sawed his cock back and forth between my lips and pretty soon I felt him start to stiffen again. He shoved me back on the bed, pushed my legs apart and mounted me. He had me under his thumb and I knew it. I had to submit, but I didn't have to like it. I was determined that I would just lie there and play dead in the hopes that he would feel that masturbation would be better and leave me alone and for several minutes it looked like I might get away with it. But then my body betrayed me. I hated it, but my body was responding to Billy's hard thrusting.

Billy reached under me and took my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled me up to him as he drove down into me and I felt the fire start in my center and start to spread through my body. I moaned and pushed my hips hard at Billy. I caught myself on the verge of screaming out, "Fuck me, damn you, fuck me" but I managed to choke it off even as my legs went up and gripped him and my nails dug into his back. I shook like a wet dog as I came.

"You are one hot bitch Mrs. B., and I know what your hot button is." 

He pulled out of me and I almost yelled at him to put his cock back in me as he rolled me over and then pulled me up on my knees. "I saw how you reacted to cocks driving into your ass" and he pushed the head of his cock at my asshole. I'd been done enough there during the night that he was able to slip in easily and then he started pounding.

I absolutely love anal but I hardly ever get it because Dale doesn't like it, but I was getting it then and getting it with a vengeance. Billy wanted to get off and he was fucking me hard and I hated myself for doing it, but I screamed out, "Oh God yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass." Billy kept plowing me hard and after a minute or two the fires inside me started to spread again and still Billy kept pounding. 

I was crying out, "Fuck me damn you, fuck me, fuck me hard" and my body was shaking as I had orgasm after orgasm. Billy groaned and said, "Here it comes, here it comes" and I felt the hot splash of his cum deep in my bowels. My head was buried in a pillow and tears flowed from my eyes over what I had just done. I had hated it, but I had still given Billy pleasure and what was worse was that I had also taken mine.

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But I didn't think of a way out of it on the drive home or during the months that followed. The only idea I had that might have ended it was to tell Dale what happened and see if he could do anything, but I couldn't tell Dale. I knew that if I told him he would forever wonder if he was married to a blackmailed wife or a cheating slut.

It was three weeks before Billy came home for a weekend. Chad had stayed at school and Dale is a golf nut and if the weather is good and we have no other plans he will play eighteen holes every Saturday and Sunday. Billy knew that as did everyone else who knew Dale and Dale's car had barely turned the corner and Billy was at my door. Wordlessly I stepped aside and let him in and without even looking at me he headed for the bedroom.

I fought back the tears and I followed him and watched as he got naked and then laid down on the bed.

"How about we start with a blow job Mrs. B?"

I stood there looking at his erection and I was disgusted with myself as I thought maybe, if I gave him great head, he would do me anally before he left.

I gave him the best blow job I was able to give, swallowed his discharge and then kept on sucking him until I got him up again and then I got on my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder at him. He laughed at me and said:

"Not to worry Mrs. B., I planned on taking a trip up the dirt road, but not until I hear you beg for me to fuck you. Get on your back."

I rolled over on my back, spread my legs and waited for him. No playing dead this time, not if I wanted him in my ass before he had to leave. I could keep saying how much I hated what I was doing and how disgusted I was with myself for getting into it and enjoying it, but what would be the point. It would be true, but like it or not Billy was going to fuck me and I was going to end up screaming at him to do it.

He fucked me, I sucked his cock until he was up again and then I scrambled off the bed and got a bottle of KY Lotion and then hurried back to the bed so Billy could take my ass. And then I screamed and begged and pleaded for him to fuck me and never stop fucking me as he gave me orgasm after orgasm before flooding my ass with his cum.

The really disgusting part for me was that I was already looking forward to the next time when he left.

For the rest of the school term Billy would come home on the average of one weekend a month and if the weather was good Billy screwed me on my own bed. If the weather was bad and Dale didn't go play golf or Chad was home for the weekend Billy would have me get a motel room and I'd have to come up with an excuse to get out of the house.

It was a mess. I can't explain it and it made no sense to me, but as much as I hated having to do it I looked forward to Billy's next trip home. Every time we got together I was determined to just lie there like a dead body in the hope that he would say, "My hand would be better" and that he would start leaving me alone. But I always ended up screaming for him to fuck me harder. I always ended up with my hands clutching his ass and trying to pull him in deeper. I always rolled over and got on my knees and looked over my shoulder at him and waited for him to take my ass. And I always - always - hated myself for having done it when it was over.

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It wasn't until classes let out for the summer that I found out how bad it was going to be. Dale and Chad had gone golfing and when the doorbell rang I knew it was Billy. He had called and told me that he wanted me to meet him at the door wearing nothing but nylons, a garter belt and high heels. I both wanted and didn't want to go to the door and let him in, but I knew I had to. When I opened the door it was indeed Billy, but also standing there were Al, Matt and Tony. The three of them had been part of the gangbang the day I drove them up to school. The shock must have registered on my face because Billy said:

"Oh come on Mrs. B., you didn't think they would only have you once and not want to do you again did you? You liked it then and you'll like it now" he said as he pushed by me and headed for the bedroom. I took a deep breath and followed along behind them. I watched them undress and Billy was the first one naked and he pointed to his cock. I went over to him and went to my knees in front of him and started sucking his cock.

The other three crowded around me and Al reached out and took my left hand and put it on his cock. Matt decided to do the same with my right and I looked his way as he put my hand on his dick. I felt a tingle shoot through my body when I got a good look at his cock. It was long and thin - perfect for anal sex - and I could already imagine how good it would feel up my butt.

Tony was left out so he moved behind me, got on his knees and started poking his cock at my pussy. The angle was all wrong and he couldn't do much more than graze my pussy lips. I pulled my mouth off Billy, told Tony to lie down on the floor and when he did I sat down on his cock. Billy laughed and said, "All right Mrs. B., way to go, you rock!" and then he pushed his cock back in my mouth. I rode Tony, jacked off Al and Matt and sucked on Billy until he came and then we moved to the bed.




Becoming A Slut Wife: Mrs. B.



For the next hour the boys took turns fucking me, getting off in me and putting cocks in my mouth. Then Billy had them all sit on the side of the bed and I crawled along on the floor going from cock to cock until I'd gotten each of them off again. Al was the last one to cum and while I was working on his cock Billy, who had been in the room many, many times and knew where things were, went over to the dresser and got the KY and headed back for the bed. 

"Give it to Matt" I said, "I want him to be first."

Billy laughed and tossed the bottle of lotion to Matt, "You get the honors on her ass dude." I finished off Al and scrambled up on the bed and got on my knees and put my head down on a pillow. Matt moved behind me and lubed up his cock and my ass, worked on me a little bit with his fingers and then he started pushing into me. I was right - his cock was a perfect fit and in about twenty seconds he was he was buried deep in me. He drove deep and hard with each stroke and I moaned and pushed back at him. Tony moved in front of me and pushed his cock in my mouth. I was crying at Matt to fuck me harder, but with a mouthful of cock all that came out was garbled sounds. Matt must have known what I wanted and he picked up the pace and drove into me harder and harder. I felt his cock convulse as he shot his cum in me and then he pulled out. Before I could whine at loosing him Al shoved his cock into my ass.

After that it was one after the other as they used my ass, mouth and pussy. Tony said he wanted to make me 'airtight' and Matt said, "First dibs on her ass" but Billy told them no, maybe next time, but that it was time for them to leave so I could clean up myself and the room before Dale came home. They did make me 'airtight" the next time they came over and I screamed so loud and begged so hard that they did it to me every time from then on.

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That summer was as bad as anything I had ever experienced in my life; bad from the standpoint that my head was a complete fucked up mess. I was putting out for Billy, Matt, Al and Tony at least twice a week. I hated doing it, but I looked forward to it. When Billy showed up alone I was disappointed and if he showed up with the others I was pissed at being taken advantage of. When Billy decided that what we were doing on the weekend put us at too much risk for being caught and moved our day to Tuesday I ranted and raged at having to change my schedule around. At the same time I was telling myself that instead of just four hours I could look forward to all day. I would spend Monday mornings trying to think of ways to get out from under Billy's thumb and Monday afternoons anticipating Matt's cock in my ass while I rode Billy's cock and deep throated Tony or Al. By the time summer was over and the school year was due to start I was glad the boys were going to be gone, but I was already missing them. It was just one big, fucking mess.

It was our last Tuesday before the boys left for school and I met them at a motel. It started out the same as most of the other times with the boys kissing me and swapping tongues while feeling up my tits and fingering my pussy and asshole. I stroked their cocks and then when they got me moaning I got on my hands and knees and took Tony in pussy and Al in my mouth. Mat had gotten the KY from the dresser and was greasing up his cock for the first foray into my butt. As he approached the bed Al pulled out, got on his back and pulled me on top of him. I leaned forward until my tits flattened on his chest and Matt moved up behind me, worked his finger magic on my hole and then I felt that beautiful long, thin hard cock push by my sphincter.

After that it was an orgy of sound as I screamed and begged them to, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" and to never stop. Tony shoved his cock in my mouth and made me airtight and after that I had three cocks in me for the rest of the time I was there. I came and came and came and promised them I would drive up to school and see them if they would just keep fucking me like they were. When Billy called a halt to things I was exhausted and as limp as a wet dishrag.

When the others had gone Billy said, "I've got a real treat for you. My cousin is getting married and I'm putting on his bachelor party."

"Why is that a treat for me?"

"Because you, Mrs. B., are going to be the entertainment. I've seen how much you enjoy taking on the four of us so I can just imagine how much you will enjoy ten or twelve."

"No way Billy, no way I'm going to do that."

"Oh yes you will Mrs. B. Nothing has changed. I still have the photos and the tape. Find an excuse to get out of the house Thursday. I'll make sure to have you home by midnight."

Ten or twelve I thought as I drove home. Ten or twelve. Jesus, could I do that many? My pussy, which had just been thoroughly satisfied by four young studs, started to tingle at the thought. Ten or twelve, oh my, oh my.

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Ten or twelve I thought as I stepped back from the mirror. Ten or twelve hard cocks that could have me screaming for more. Ten or twelve more people knowing about me. Ten or twelve more mouths to spread the word about me. It was over. I had to end it before it could go any farther.

That night at the dinner table I took a deep breath and told Dale and Chad the story. Slightly sanitized - well, okay, more than "slightly sanitized" - but I gave them the basics. I told them about the night I was drugged and then gangbanged, about how it had been taped by Billy and how he was blackmailing me for sex (I left out the parts with Matt, Al and Tony) and I told them about the bachelor party Billy expected me to do.

Chad leapt up from the table, "That mother fucker!" he snarled, "He drugged me? I'll kill the bastard!" and he headed for the door. Dale yelled at him to get back to the table and sit down. 

Dale didn't say it, but I could tell he was furious with me and I couldn't blame him. I had no idea what my life was going to be like after having made my confession, but it had to be done. The more people who knew what I was doing the more likely it would have been that word would eventually get back to Dale or Chad so it was better that I bite the bullet and let them get the story from me.

Once Dale got Chad settled down he attacked the problem head on. We had to neutralize Billy's ability to use the photos and tape against me. Chad was the one who suggested a tape of Billy doing something he wouldn't want to become known and then it would be a case of you show yours Billy and then I'll show mine; the family equivalent of MAD - Mutually Assured Destruction.

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"Can you come over? Chad and Dale have gone over to Dale's parents to help them move some heavy furniture. We'll have at least three hours."

"I'll be right over."

"Hurry baby, hurry."

I was at the door when he rang the bell and I let him in. "Hurry Billy, I need it and I want as much as I can get in the time we have."

"No problem" he said as he headed for the bedroom. 

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"Head hurt?" I asked him as he shook his head to clear it. 

He was lying on his stomach and when he went to move he found that he couldn't get up. It finally dawned on him that he was naked and tied to the bed.

"What goes around comes around Billy. You drugged me, screwed me and filmed it so I'm returning the favor. I didn't have any drugs so we had to settle for hitting you in the head with a frying pan, but the effect is the same. It put you out long enough for us to get you ready. What is it you say at times like this? Oh yes, I remember, "Relax. It is going to happen so you might as well enjoy it."

Billy looked around the room and noticed the video camera on a tripod and pointed at the bed. I saw the color drain from his face.

"Okay guys, he's all yours" I called out and two naked men wearing hoods came into the room. One was holding a tube of KY Jelly in his hand and fear washed over Billy's face as he realized what was about to happen to him.

"No, oh God no, don't do that, please, for the love of God don't do that to me. I'll give you the tape and the pictures. Let me go, I'll run right home and get them now."

"Sorry Billy, I don't trust you. You might not come back with them and even if you did how would I know that you didn't make copies. No Billy, my way is best, at least for me. If any of what you have of me ever shows up the world will see the tape I'm about to make of you."

Billy didn't get into it as quickly as I was told I did, but he did eventually get into it as his ass got pounded. But he never did seem to really enjoy taking it in both ends.

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It is too soon to tell how my relationship with Dale is going to turn out. Right now we are stepping carefully around each other. On my part I'm trying to show him how much I love him and love being his wife. He knows I was taken advantage of and that it would never have happened otherwise, but he does know how much I love sex and I think he suspects that I really didn't mind the blackmail.

What really upset him is that I didn't tell him about it right after it happened. I tried to explain that the damage would have been done before I could finish the three hour drive home; that the pictures would have been on every dormitory bulletin board before he could even catch a flight out of Atlanta. I tried to make him understand that it was the very fact that he knew how much I liked sex that kept me from telling him:

"I couldn't believe that you wouldn't believe that I was doing it because I was liking it. I didn't want you looking at me like I was some sort of a whore."

Dale has made no move to throw me out of the house and as far as I know he hasn't seen an attorney about a divorce. I'm hoping and praying he won't and I'll keep working hard at keeping him.

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My problem with Billy is gone, but now I have another one. I was supposed to be at an Avon party, but I got sick to my stomach and left the party early and went home. Dale was out of town and Chad hadn't left yet to go back to school. Chad must not have heard me come in and I got the shock of my life as I saw him sitting on the couch masturbating as he watched something on the TV set. 

I don't know how he got it from Billy, but what he was watching was the tape of my gangbang. My son was beating off watching his mother with three cocks in her. I watched his hand slide up and down his cock. It was a nice one. Long and thin, just like Matt's and it would be perfect for.....Oh God, my pussy started to tingle as I slowly and quietly left the house.

What the hell was I going to do now.