0 comments/ 131814 views/ 11 favorites Becoming a Slut Wife: Bea By: Just Plain Bob It was a joke - I swear - just a joke. I didn't mean it and I sure as shit didn't figure that she would take it as anything other than a joke. Bea and I had been together a little over ten years, eight of them as man and wife. Like most men I was just not sensitive to the mood swings that can take place in women so it was quite a while before I noticed the change that had come over Bea. As is normally the case it was a small trivial thing that brought things to a head. I was dressing for work and when I went to my sock drawer I saw that I didn't have any brown socks. "Hey Bea, I don't have any brown socks." "They are on top of the dryer. If you weren't so damn lazy you could have taken them upstairs and put them in your drawer yourself." That got my attention. In our eight years of marriage Bea had never barked at me like that. I went down to the laundry room, got my socks and underwear and took them up and put them away. I finished dressing and went down to the kitchen. As I sipped my coffee I watched Bea as she fixed the lunches for the kids to take to school. Her movements were quick and angry, like she was slamming things together only without the slamming sound. She finished the lunches and then set them aside and as she did she saw me watching her. "What are you looking at?" Another unlikely Bea action. "Nothing, just sitting here sipping my coffee." She turned back to the counter and I walked over to her, spun her around and kissed her. When I let go she gave me a funny look, "What was that for?" "Why does it have to be for something? Can't I just kiss the woman I love because I want to?" Bea gave me quizzical look and then she went off to round up the kids and I left for work. Driving to work I thought about Bea's behavior and wondered what was behind it. As I thought about it I remembered some other little things that had happened lately that were a little out of the ordinary. I was still thinking about it an hour later when Brenda, my secretary/bookkeeper/file clerk and all around Girl Friday came into the office. "Why the long face boss?" I told her about my morning. "It sounds to me like the lady doesn't get out of the house enough. When was the last time you took her out for a night on the town?" I sat there trying to remember the last time when Brenda said, "If you have to think about boss, it has been way to long. Get her out of the house. Take her away from the house and the kids for a weekend if you can, if not that, at least a night of dinner and dancing." That night when I got home I made some phone calls. I arranged for my folks to take the kids for the weekend and I called and made reservations at a hotel on the beach. Then I went into the living room where Bea was watching television. I dropped down on the couch beside her and gave her the news. "Are you serious?" "You bet. Just you and me at the beach for two days and two nights." "But I don't have a thing to wear." "So what? You have three days to shop for what you need. All you have to do is be ready to leave when I get home from work on Friday." It was too late to hit the beach when we checked in Friday evening so I told Bea to dress for dinner and a night of dancing. When I came out of the shower Bea was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself in a black cocktail dress. "I don't know. I don't think I look good enough anymore to get away with wearing something like this." "Nonsense. You look as sexy as all get out in that dress. You could have any man you want" and then I laughed and said, "As long as I get to watch." It was a joke! Honest to God, I was just trying to cheer her up - give her some of her old confidence back. She gave me a queer look and then said, "Well okay, if you think that it looks all right." The evening went great. A good dinner, with several glasses of wine, was followed by a night of dancing and several margaritas. By eleven o'clock Bea was feeling no pain and she had reached that giggly mood that I loved so well. When Bea reaches that stage she loses her inhibitions and becomes a pure sexual animal in bed. I left her at the table and went to the bathroom and when I came back she wasn't there. I looked around for her and spotted her out on the dance floor with a black guy who had to be ten years younger than she was. Getting up and dancing with a stranger and a black one at that was so unlike Bea that I began to wonder if she'd had one margarita too many. I watched the two of them dance and while I couldn't be sure from my angle I thought that the man just might have his hand on Bea's ass. The song ended, but the two of them stayed on the floor and waited for the next number. The next song was a very slow dance and, at least to me, the two of them were dancing much closer than a married woman should allow. From what I was seeing, or thought I was seeing, the asshole was feeling up my wife on the dance floor. The music stopped, but the guy didn't bring Bea back to our table, instead he walked her to an empty table and sat down with her. They talked for a couple of minutes and while I sat there and watched I saw him drop his hand on Bea's leg. Bea didn't do anything to stop him as his hand moved up her leg and I wondered just what the hell was going on. Oh I knew only too well what he was up too, but what the fuck was Bea doing? His hand moved up her leg another inch and I decided that enough was enough and I started to stand up and go over to the table, but even as I stood Bea stood up, leaned over and kissed the guy on his cheek and then headed for our table. She didn't sit down, but took my arm and said, "Get me out of here. Get me to bed baby, I need it bad." In the elevator she was giggling, "Did you see it honey, did you see it? He was trying to pick me up. He was feeling me up on the dance floor and I let him. I felt so wicked letting him play with my ass and poke his boner into my leg. He was sure he had me right up until I got up and walked away." Bea had her dress off before the door was fully closed behind us, "Hurry baby, hurry. Little Bea needs a cock bad." She was a wild woman and it was the most intense sex that we'd had in years. It was three hours later before I fell into an exhausted sleep. More surprises greeted me the next day. When we got to the beach and spread out our towels she took off the robe she was wearing and dropped it to the sand. Instead of the conservative one piece bathing suit that she usually wore she had on a bikini that didn't even cover as much as her normal bra and panties. I heard a sound that I suddenly realized was a massive intake of breath and I looked around and saw at least a dozen guys looking at Bea with their mouths hanging open and lust in their eyes. Bea giggled and said, "I guess they approve. Do you think that any of them might want to fuck me?" For as long as we were on the beach Bea was the center of attention as far as the guys were concerned. Bea knew it and she played it for all it was worth. She handed out crotch shots every time she rolled over on her blanket. She loosened her top and let the straps fall away as she laid on her stomach and twenty guys prayed for something to happen to make her get up quick and once she deliberately rose up a couple of inches and made them think they were going to get their wish before sinking back down on her blanket. This was a Bea that I did not know. Several times she leaned toward me and whispered things like, "See that black guy over there? He's looking right at my crotch. Think he can see any pussy hairs?" Another time she asked, "Is it true what they say about black men? I mean about their size and all?" "What makes you ask that?" "See that one over on the left? He's been staring at me for ten minutes and look at the bulge in his trunks. I think he wants to fuck me." I have no idea what might have happened if I would have had to leave her there for a while, but there was no doubt in my mind that had I left the guys would have crowded around her like flies on honey. That night after another dinner with several glasses of wine we again went dancing and again Bea got giggly after several margaritas. After we had been there a couple of hours one of the black guys that we had seen on the beach came over to our table and asked if he could dance with Bea. I was all set to tell him to buzz off when Bea said, "Please baby? I'm having fun." Since Bea having fun was what this weekend was all about I nodded an okay which turned out to be a mistake. As soon as the first guy had broken the ice we were inundated by guys who had seen her on the beach coming over to dance with her. Bea was having a great time and I didn't want to ruin it for her. After the fourth guy however I claimed husband's rights and took the next dance. Bea licked my ear lobe, "I didn't wear you out last night, did I?" "I don't think so, why?" "I hope you have plenty of stamina then because you are going to need it. I haven't had so many hands on my ass and tits since high school. I don't even know if I'll be able to wait until I get you to the room. I might have to do you in the elevator." "Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?" Bea laughed and said, "You left her at home stud, and you won't see her until you get back there." As soon as we were back at our table another black whisked her off to the dance floor and I began to wonder why so many black guys seemed to be after her. They weren't going after any of the other white women in the room. Two or three more danced with her and she was still on the dance floor when I got up to use the men's room. There was a long line waiting to use the facilities and it was almost ten minutes before I got back to the table. Bea wasn't at the table and I didn't see her on the dance floor either so I figured that she had gone to use the ladies room. I ordered another drink and the waitress made my change and laid it on the table. I was reaching for it when I saw a note lying there. I picked it up and read it and my blood turned cold. "You said I could have anyone I wanted as long as you could watch. I waited for you but you were gone so long I was afraid I would chicken out if I waited any longer. I'm taking them to our room." Them? Sweet Jesus no! I had to stop it. I got up and ran for the elevators and stood there pounding the buttons as if that would make it get there any faster. When I did get in it the god damned thing stopped at every floor on the way to the fifteenth. The door opened and I ran to room 1516 and slid my key card through the lock and pushed open the door just in time to hear a man say "God, she is tight" and Bea scream, "Oh yes, oh god yes, that's it, fuck me lover fuck me" and another man's voice said "Stick your cock in her mouth before she wakes up the neighbors." Becoming a Slut Wife: Bett Bett and I are an average couple in our early forties and we had been married just a little over sixteen years. Like in a lot of marriages of that length the sexual excitement had disappeared. I guess that after sixteen years of the same old thing we had gotten bored - maybe not of each other, but of sex with each other. A few years ago I had found a magazine in the seat pocket of an airplane and for the lack of anything better to do on the flight I sat back and read it from cover to cover. There were several letters in what was called the "Feed Back" section from men who got a kick out of seeing their wives with other men. I don't know why, but somehow the idea of seeing Bett with another man appealed to me. I began to imagine Bett showing herself to other men and trying to attract them and then making love to them. The more I had these thoughts the more excited I became and when Bett and I made love I constantly had the picture of her and someone else in my mind. I tried to imagine what she would look like sucking the cock of this friend or what that friend would look like shoving himself into her willing cunt. In short I became consumed by the idea of my wife teasing or making love with other men. This went on for over a year and I began to buy men's magazines just to read the stories from men who felt the same as I did. I began buying Bett low cut blouses, short skirts and high heels so that she would attract the attention of other men when we went out. I had hopes that they would hit on her and try and seduce her and several times I saw it happen, but Bett never gave them what they and I both wanted. Throughout this period though, I never got up enough nerve to tell Bett what I really wanted. For our sixteenth anniversary I took Bett to Las Vegas for a weekend. When she wasn't looking I stuck her shortest skirt, her sexiest low cut blouse and a pair of CFM high heels in her suitcase. When we got to Vegas and she unpacked she gave me a funny look when she saw what I had put in her bag and I told her that what I wanted as an anniversary gift was for her to wear those clothes without any underwear for the entire weekend. It took me a lot of talking but Bett finally agreed to do it. As we walked through the lobby I and several other men noticed how her unfettered breasts swayed under the thin material of the blouse. Her nipples became erect from rubbing against the material and their outline could be seen pushing against the blouse. In the cab on the way to the restaurant I ran my hand up Bett's leg and worked a finger into her pussy. She moaned and leaned over to kiss me and I noticed the cabby looking at us in the mirror. While I was kissing Bett I pushed her skirt up so the driver could see her pussy and my fingers working on it. I knew what he wanted in the way of a tip and I wished that I could give it to him. I unbuttoned two of the buttons on her blouse without her noticing it and when the cab dropped us off at the restaurant I could see him looking hungrily at her legs as she got out. As I paid the fare I whispered to the cabby, "If I can get her drunk enough and you're here when we come out you just might get lucky." The meal was great and we polished off two bottles of wine with Bett drinking most of it. A couple of times I got up to go to the men's room and coming back I got to see what most of the men in the place got to see. The short tablecloth did not hide Bett as she sat on the chair and the short skirt did not hide Bett's bare cunt. A couple of times I ran my hand up her leg and played with her pussy and she just giggled. As we walked out of the restaurant I got a hard on at seeing all the men watch Bett as she walked by and seeing the hunger on their faces. It was a nice night and we decided to walk back to the motel. Twice I pulled her into a doorway to kiss her and feel her up and each time I undid another button on her blouse. As we walked along, Bett a little tipsy and both of us horny, I saw the blouse shifting with her movements and I could see an entire tit as the blouse gapped open. As she walked through the hotel lobby she was unaware of the fact that the people who looked at her could see her exposed tits and I smiled knowing that every man in the room wanted her. In the elevator I pulled up her skirt and finger fucked her on the way up to our floor. When we got to our room Bett was hot enough to fuck and as soon as the door closed behind us she reached for the buttons on her blouse, "Oh my god. Half the town must have seen my boobs tonight. Oh god, I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to embarrass you." I took her in my arms and said, "Don't be silly. Seeing other men looking at you and knowing that they want to fuck you has kept my cock hard all night." She gave me a look, "You? But you have always been so jealous of me." I shrugged, "That was then, this is now. Walking around with you tonight, knowing that you had nothing on underneath your clothes, and knowing that men have been looking at your exposed tits and pussy have been an immense turn on." She got wide-eyed, "My pussy? They could see my pussy?" I told her about the cabby and the mirror and about how the men in the restaurant could see right up her skirt. "And it turned you on? And it made you horny?" I nodded a yes and she stepped out of her skirt, "Show me. Show me how hard you are." The sex was incredible. Knowing that men had been looking at her most intimate parts had fired both of us up and we fucked more that night than we had in the previous month. In the morning Bett said, "You want me to do it again?" "What? Make love or give me a blow job?" "That to, but should I go down to the casino dressed like I was last night with all the buttons undone?" "Only if you want what happed last night to happen again." Bett spent from ten in the morning to three in the afternoon walking around the casino playing the slots and bending over the crap table while I watched from a distance. She got hit on several times before we ran back up to our rooms and fucked like there was no tomorrow. We were lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling and breathing hard when Bett said, "What do you want me to do next?" Don't rush it I told myself as I rolled up on an elbow and looked at her. "Go down to the bar and let guys hit on you. When you find one that you like flirt with him, tease him and lead him on until you're horny enough then get up to go to the ladies room and come up here and wait for me." She gave me a wicked grin, "And where will you be?" "Some place where I can watch." I went down first and got a seat where I could see most of the room. Bett came in about fifteen minutes later and sat at a table in the middle of the semi-darkened room and before her first drink arrived a man approached her table. He must not have appealed to her because he ended up walking away. Over the course of the next forty-five minutes several other men approached Bett, but all of them ended up walking away. I was beginning to think that Bett had gotten cold feet and I was just getting ready to get up and go over to her when another man walked up to her table. They talked and he sat down. By this time Bett had consumed five drinks so I knew she had to be pretty loose and when she gets that way she gets horny so I figured that it wouldn't be too much longer before she headed for the ladies room. I hadn't gotten the teasing I was hoping for, but I guess that I had been expecting too much from her on her first time out. When she stood up I expected her to head for the bathroom, but the man stood up at the same time and they moved to a circular booth along the wall. I settled back in my seat and ordered another drink. Bett had gone to the back of the booth and she sat down so that she was looking my way. The waitress delivered another round of drinks to the booth and after about five minutes the man leaned over and kissed her. The kiss lasted a bit during which time I saw one of his hands disappear under the table. I thought I saw a little jerk form Bett and I wondered if the man's fingers had found her bare pussy. They talked some more and then the man kissed her again and I saw his hand slide into her open blouse. I could imagine his hand cupping her bare tit and I knew that Bett must be as hot as a roaring fire. I watched as he took one of her hands and moved it under the table, but she pulled it back. Another kiss and he moved her hand under the table again and again she pulled it back. More talk, more drinks delivered another kiss and this time when he took her hand under the table it did not come back. After a minute or so I saw movement in her arm and I knew she was stroking the man's cock. She had to be ready to go up to the room and even if she wasn't, I was. I got up and headed for the men's room and Bett saw me. I took my whiz and then came out and waited. I had expected Bett to follow me, but after a wait of five minutes I went back to my seat in the lounge. Bett and the man were gone. I thought that she must have gone straight up to the room and so I finished my drink and hurried after her. My cock was harder than a bar of iron as I rode up in the elevator and I couldn't wait to push it into Bett's hot pussy - a pussy no doubt soaking wet from the man's fingering of her. But Bett wasn't in the room. I waited a half an hour and when she didn't show I went back down to the lounge. She wasn't there either. I had one drink and then went back up to the room, but she still wasn't there. I wondered if, no - I hoped that she was in the man's bed or on the backseat of his car and he was fucking her. I fell asleep with my hard cock in my hand and the image of his hand sliding into her blouse and the movement of her arm as she jacked him off. The click of the door closing woke me up and as I sat up I noticed that the bedside clock said four thirty-two. Standing at the foot of the bed was a Bett different from any one I'd seen before. Her lipstick was smeared and she had some stuff in her hair that only could have been cum. There was a hickey on her neck, stains on her skirt and there was absolutely no doubt that my wife had just been fucked. Her head was hanging down and in a very weak sounding voice she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I don't know what came over me. I saw you go to the bathroom and I got up to follow you, but he got up too and took my hand and led me away. I knew what was going to happen and I let it. I guess that since I was acting like a slut I wanted to see what it would be like to be one. I don't know. I'm only know I'm sorry for doing this to us." I turned on the light and looked at her. She was a mess. But to me she had never looked sexier. "Don't be sorry" I said, "I'm glad it happened. I only wish that I had been there to watch. Did you suck his cock?" She nodded a yes. "More than once?" Again she nodded a yes. "Did he cum in your mouth?" She whispered a yes. "How many times did he fuck you?" In a very weak voice she said five. "Take off your clothes." I watched as she took off the blouse and skirt and I saw the love bites on her tits and the cum running down her left leg. "You going to fuck him again?" Her head came up and in a voice so low I could hardly hear a word she said, "He asked me if I would come back." "What did you tell him?" She looked back down at the floor. "What did you tell him Betts?" "I told him that I would try." "Well you better get in this bed then, because you're not going back to him until you wear me out." "Do you mean that? You really don't care that I let another man fuck me?" "I already told you Bett. I'm only sorry that I didn't get to watch. Now get over here and suck my cock." I flew home alone on Sunday. After Bett wore me out she showered and then went back to see her lover and I didn't see her again for nine hours. She came back to the room just in time to pack for the trip home, but I sensed a certain reluctance on her part to leave. "Not ready to go home yet?" By that time she had accepted that I was okay with her having her fling and she said, "He's not leaving until the day after tomorrow and he asked me to stay until then." "You want to?" "I don't know. Part of me knows that I should go home and go back to being a good wife, but part of me thinks that something like this is never going to happen again and I should make the most of it." "Well you may as well get used to the fact that you are not going to go back to being a good little housewife. Now that I've got you loosened up I'm going to keep you that way. I'll make you a deal. I'll go home alone and you come home when you are ready. Two days, two weeks, whatever. But in exchange I get to watch you fuck some one when you get home." "You really mean that?" I nodded a yes and she threw herself into my arms and hugged me. "Thank you honey. I'll make it up to you, I promise." It has been two weeks now since I left Bett in Vegas. She has gone through half a dozen lovers since I left her there and she has called me every night and told me what she was doing. She will be arriving at seven tonight and I'll probably fuck her before we get out of the parking lot. Then I'll bring her home to her surprise. A very good friend d of mine will be waiting in our bedroom to help her fulfill her bargain with me. Hopefully he will only be the first of many. Becoming A Slut Wife: Bettina Did you ever do something on the spur of the moment and have it change your whole life? I did. I have no idea why I did it or what even put the thought into my head. Just one or two seconds is all it took to change my life forever. My wife is what some might call pleasingly plump. At five feet, one hundred and twenty-five pounds (a good bit of it stuffed into her 34C bra) she is a voluptuous bombshell. Add long black hair that hangs down to her ass and legs that just cry out "fuck me" when she wears heels and you have a walking wet dream. She's always hot, ready and willing to fuck and it is usually all I can do to keep up with her. I work for a large electronics firm and Bettina and I were attending the corporation's annual Christmas party. Bettina was wearing a short white cocktail dress and a pair of white CFM's with four-inch heels. She wasn't wearing a bra and she was so tanned that she didn't wear hose. Half the men at the party had their tongues hanging out as they looked at her and almost all the women wished she had never come. At eleven or so the regional manager that I worked under came up to me and told me that Mr. Salmons, the CEO of the company, was drunk on his ass and that as the most junior manager there I had been elected to take him home. Bettina was a little pissed at having to leave the party early, but finally she realized what not graciously accepting the task would do to my career and she cooled down. A couple of guys managed to get Salmons out to my car and had dumped him on the front seat next to Bettina. I was a little surprised to find that Salmons wasn't all that drunk, just too drunk to drive. He was staring out the side window and the ride was quiet for the first five minutes or so and then Bettina asked, "Why do you drink so much?" Great I thought, just what I needed to help me along in my career. Salmons turned to look at her and said, "It's a long sad story my dear." Bettina said, "We have time and I'm a very good listener." He was silent for several moments and then said, "I have what is known as erectile dysfunction. In plain words I can't get it up anymore. There was a time when seeing you in that dress and those sexy heels would have had me as hard as an iron bar. The doctor's say that the condition, at least in my case, is all mental and I suspect that they may be right. It happened shortly after I caught my wife in bed with another man. All of a sudden I just couldn't function anymore." I noticed that he was staring at Bettina's legs. Her feet were on the transmission tunnel and her dress had ridden well up her thighs. I don't know why I said what I did, I suppose that it was because of my pride in Bettina or maybe it was the alcohol I'd had that night, but whatever the reason I said, "Maybe it's because you aren't getting the right stimulation. I bet Bettina could get you hard." Salmons gave a grunt of disbelief and then said, "If she could your future with the company would be assured." I was treating it as a humorous situation, a joke, and I said, "How about it honey, give him a raise to get me one?" I saw Bettina give me a look that would curdle milk and then, almost defiantly, she turned her head away from me, lifted her dress to her waist and then with one motion she took the dress up over her head and tossed it in the back seat. She was sitting between me and Salmons dressed only in her panties and her high heels and Salmons gave a low whistle and said, "Great God Almighty!" Bettina looked at me with an expression that said, "This is your idea - live with it!" She lifted her left leg and put it over mine and then did the same with her right leg over Salmons left leg. She sat there between us with her legs spread wide while a man who was a stranger to her half an hour ago feasted his eyes on her. The situation was way out of my control now and Bettina was in charge. She gave me one last defiant look and then turned and kissed Salmons. It was a long kiss and even though I couldn't see from where I was sitting I knew that Bettina had her tongue half way down his throat. When they broke the kiss Salmons lowered his head and started to suck Bettina's tits. His hand went to her crotch and he worked a finger under the crotch band and his fingers probed her pussy. Bettina moaned as the fingers worked in her and after a minute or so Salmons said, "Take off your panties." As far as the two of them were concerned I wasn't even there. Bettina took off her under pants and then she reached for his zipper. In seconds she had his cock out and she lowered her head and took it in her mouth. Salmons head leaned back and he groaned, "Oh god, oh god, so good, so damned good." Bettina's hair hid what she was doing but Salmons groans told me he was getting a damned good blow job. A minute or so later Bettina sat up and looked at the monster that was jutting up out of Salmons lap. "Good God!" she said as she looked at what had to beat least ten inches of hard flesh. Without even an acknowledgement that I was there Bettina got up and straddled Salmons and then lowered herself and I watched in horror as that giant cock split Bettina's pussy lips. Salmons thrust up and I saw his cock slide up into my wife. He grunted as he levered his cock into Bettina and each new thrust brought a cry of pleasure from my wife and I broke out in a cold sweat as the situation continued to escalate. My cock was the only one that Bettina had ever known and now she was crying out in pleasure as another man fucked her. Salmons looked over at me and said, "You were right. She got me up. How does it feel sweetie?" Bettina looked over at me and said, "It's the best I ever had honey. Just don't stop giving it too me." For the next five minutes I got to listen to the slap, slap, slap of flesh meeting flesh, Bettina's cries of pleasure and Salmons groans. Finally Salmons said, "I'm going to cum sweetie, want me to pull out?" Bettina looked over at me, eyes boring into mine and said, "Why? I earned it and I want it." I don't know how much he pumped into her, but at least a quart leaked out of her when she climbed off of him. Salmons collapsed against the door, a smile on his face, "I never thought anyone could get me up like that. Maybe it's the situation. I've never fucked a man's wife with him sitting right beside me. You folks do this often?" Bettina said, "It's the first time" and she looked over at me and stared me right in the eye as she said, "But it won't be the last." Salmons pulled her to him and kissed her. "Pull over" he said, "We are going to get in the back seat." I kept driving and Bettina said, "The man said pull over dear. Do it!" I watched in the rear view mirror as Bettina sucked his cock and got him hard again and then she lay down on the seat and spread her legs for him. When we got to his house I had to sit in the driveway for ten minutes while he finished fucking her. As he was getting out of the car Salmons said, "Can we do this again sometime?" "Whenever you want honey. Just call and I'm all yours." She turned to face me, "Isn't that right dear?" He calls often and sometimes Bettina is gone for days. I am now a vice president and while the money is good I've lost much more than I've gained. Bettina and I are still together only I haven't got a clue as to why. I love her, but I have no idea anymore how she feels about me. I have to believe that she is still with me because she cares for me, but she can be so cold blooded at times. The first time Salmons took Bettina with him on a five day business trip he didn't ask - he just told me he was taking her - and when I mentioned it to her she said, "Don't talk to me about it. He's your boss. All you have to do is tell him no, that I'm staying home with you." I didn't do it. I'm sure that if I were to take a stand and try to cut Bettina off from that huge cock she would leave me and be Salmons mistress. He already owns her more than I ever did. For the last three months now he has been giving her to his friends and business associates and Bettina does whatever he tells her to do. The more I think about it though, the more I wonder why I'm so afraid that I'll lose her. She might be sharing a house with me, but she is already gone. Becoming a Slut Wife: Bev Bev and I had been married almost fifteen years before the desire to see her with another man hit me. It happened at a family wedding reception where the drinks were flowing freely. It was half way through the evening, every one had swallowed enough to be mellow and Bev was on the dance floor with some guy from the bride's side of the family. I could tell from the way that the man held Bev and the way he moved his hands over her body that what he wanted was to get her out of the building and onto the back seat of his car. Bev had just enough booze in her that she wasn't objecting to the man's roaming hands and I began to wonder if he could get her outside and what would Bev do if he did? Then of course I wondered what I would do if it happened and the more I wondered the more I thought that I would do nothing except watch. Why would I do otherwise? Bev has had more passes made at her over the years than I could count and she has always turned them away. If all of a sudden she let it go too far wouldn't I do more harm than good by rushing in to say "stop that?" The man did maneuver her outside and they did swap tongues for several minutes, but as soon as he got his hand under her skirt she slapped him and came back inside. I was surprised to find that I was disappointed that it didn't go further. On the way home that night I asked her if she'd ever thought about having sex with another man and she laughed and said, "All the time baby, all the time. I've even come close a time or two. I almost did it tonight." Her answer caught me totally off guard because quite frankly I had expected here to say no. "What happened tonight?" I asked. She described what had happened with the man she had been dancing with (not knowing that I had seen it all) and said, "If he had been a little more patient and had taken his time he just might have been my first." I was shaken by her matter of fact attitude and even more shaken up when she slid over next to me and said, "Why baby? Does the idea of me with another man excite you?" She put her hand on my cock, which just happened to be rock hard, and giggled, "My oh my. Maybe I should have let Chuck score tonight then you could have had sloppy seconds. Does the thought of that turn you on? Would you really like to slide your cock in me after another man has fucked me?" I looked over at her, "You really would have done it if he had gone slower?" She gave my leg a pat and said, "No baby. Someday when the kids are grown up and gone maybe I will, but until then you will have to settle for being my only lover." After that, human nature being what it is, every time I saw Bev talking to a guy I wondered what she would look like fucking him. Seven more years went by and then finally we were alone. For the last seven years I had fantasized about Bev having sex with other men and surprisingly enough she was the one who brought it up. One week after our youngest was married Bev said, "Remember that little talk we had on the way home from Sarah's wedding?" When I nodded yes she said, "I'm ready to go for it now, do you think you can handle it?" I shrugged my shoulders and she said, "Hey sweetie, we need to be on the same page here. Some of the guys I want to sleep with are friends of yours and two of them are related to you. Before I do any thing I've got to be sure that it won't hurt us." That made me stop and think. I'd always assumed that if she tried on anybody it would be some one that we knew and that she liked, but two of my relatives? That I wasn't sure I could handle and I told Bev that. "Who are the two relatives?" "Your brother and your cousin Al." "Why them?" "I don't really know other than animal magnetism. Both of them have hit on me and I suppose that might have something to do with it." "My brother and my cousin have hit on you?" Bev laughed, "Honey, all of your male relatives have hit on me at one time or another including your father." "So what you are telling me is that you don't expect any problem in getting laid. Who is going to be first and when is it going to happen?" She grinned, "The first will be the next one to hit on me. The when will be the first available opportunity. Are you absolutely sure that you are okay with it?' I said yes and told her to go for it. It happened sooner than I expected. When I got home from work the next day Bev hollered at me from the bedroom and told me to come up stairs. I walked into the bedroom and found Bev naked on a messed up bed. She spread her legs and I could see her cum soaked pussy hairs, "I did it baby, I was a slut today. Come and get your sloppy seconds." As I undressed she told me what had happened. My cousin Al had returned the floor jack that he had borrowed and Bev had asked him if he wanted to stay for a cup of coffee. They had sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee and then Al had made a half hearted pass at Bev and she had surprised him by getting up and going over to him and sitting on his lap. "What do you have in mind Al? You want to fuck me? You want to take me upstairs and fuck me on my bed? You want me to suck your cock? Come on Al, just say it. I won't do it unless you tell me what you want." Al had finally managed to get his shit together, at least enough to tell Bev that yes indeed, he did want to take her to her bed and fuck her. She had taken him by the hand and had led him upstairs. "He fucked me three times sweetie and he just left so it should be good and sloppy for you." It was. It was wet and sloppy and hot and it felt great. "Come on baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. Make me forget Al's hard cock baby, fuck me and make me forget Al." And I did my best to do what she was asking. I don't believe that I have ever fucked Bev as hard as I did that night or as many times. I fell asleep around midnight, totally exhausted. Bev was still asleep when I went to work the next morning and I spent most of the day at work wondering what was in store for me when I got home that night. I rushed home to find Bev in the kitchen fixing dinner. She saw the look on my face and said, "Sorry baby, no slut here today. Do you really expect me to fuck some one ever day from now on? Not going to happen baby, just not going to happen." It was two weeks before it happened again. We were at a birthday party for my brother and about an hour into it Bev came up to me and said, "If you don't see me for a while don't worry about it. Birthday boy asked me what I was going to give him for a present. I asked him what he wanted and he told me so I am going to slip off and see that he gets it." She kissed me, "Think about me letting a hard cock slide into my pussy. Think about the mouth that just kissed you sucking another man's cock and think how hot, wet and sloppy my cunt is going to be when we get home." Well, she was wrong about that part, we never made it home, but we did almost make it to jail. When we got in the car to go home that night Bev slid over next to me and said, "Kiss me baby" and when I did she said, "Could you taste him? He came in my mouth twice. Could you tell? He came three times in other places too." She started to describe what she and my brother had done together and I couldn't hold off any longer. I pulled over to the side of the road, pushed Bev back on the seat and started fucking her. She felt loose and sloppy, but I didn't care. My cock was soaking in her hot box and that's all that mattered. I was right on the edge of cumming when all of a sudden red, yellow and blue lights seemed to fill the car. Before Bev and I could sit up there was a tap on the window and a flashlight beam illuminated us. We ended up getting two tickets; one for indecent public behavior and one for disturbing the peace, which I thought was terribly ironic because that's what they did to us - disturbed the piece. When we pulled away from the side of the road we were quiet for the first couple of miles and then Bev started to giggle and by the time we got home we were both laughing about it. When we got home we raced for the bedroom and then fucked like rabbits until two in the morning. The next day was a work day for me and Bev was still asleep when I left the house. That night when I got home I found Bev in a short black cocktail dress and wearing high heels. "Your dinner is on the stove sweetie. I've got a hot date tonight so don't wait up for me." I asked her what was going on and she said, "I'm going to get fucked tonight baby. I'll tell you all about it in the morning. I'm running late and I have to go. Don't wait up." She kissed me and she left. Telling me that she was going to get fucked and then telling me not to wait up only guaranteed that I would be up waiting for her no matter how late she came home. It was three in the morning when she walked in the door. Lipstick smeared, hair mussed, runs in her nylons and cum stains on her dress- she looked liked she'd had a great time. She was surprised to see me awake and she grinned, "Ready for sloppy seconds lover?" I was and it was six in the morning before I couldn't get it up any more. We were lying next to each other and staring up at the ceiling when Bev said, "I lied to you baby. You didn't get sloppy seconds - it was sloppy thirds." I got up on an elbow and looked at her and she said, "That's right baby, I had not one, but two cocks in me tonight. God I was such a slut. You should have seen me with a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth. At one time I even had one in my ass and one in my pussy; it was wild baby, it was wild and crazy and I want to do it again." She had gotten a phone call from one of the cops who had written us the tickets the night before. He told her that if she was willing to go out with him he could find a way to make the tickets go away. She had agreed and he had taken her to dinner. After dinner they had gone into the bar where they "just happened" to run into his desk sergeant and the two of them told her that a couple of hours in a hotel room would make the tickets disappear and Bev had agreed to it. "They couldn't get enough of me honey. If they hadn't needed to leave to go home to their wives I'd still be on my back in that hotel room. I loved it honey, I really loved having two men working me over." Listening to her story had gotten me hard again and I rolled over on top of her and started fucking her again. As I slipped my cock into her hot wet hole I told her that I was going to call in sick and we would just stay in bed and fuck. "No honey, you can't stay home today." "Why not?" "Because I have one more thing to do to get rid of those tickets." "What do you mean?" "I only took care of one of the cops who were in the patrol car that night. The other one couldn't get away from his wife last night - he's going to come here today." "It's settled then. I'm staying home and I'll be in the closet." "I don't know sweetie. It's one thing for me to fuck other guys and then tell you about it, but I don't know if I can do it with you watching." "We'll find out today then, won't we?" The cop, when he arrived, would be the one getting sloppy seconds because I just could not keep my hands off Bev that morning. When we finished screwing she went and took a shower and when she came back into the room I pulled her down and fucked her again. She took another shower and managed to get her make up, high heels and nylons on before I pulled her down again. By ten o'clock I had fucked her four times and was in the middle of fucking her for a fifth when the doorbell rang. Bev pushed me away, "Sorry honey, you'll just have to save it for later." I was in the closet when Bev came back into the room with a guy who couldn't have been as old as our youngest son. If it weren't for the uniform he was wearing, along with the gun and the other stuff hanging off him, I would have bet he was still in high school. He seemed to be a little on the nervous side, probably new to the force and not used to fucking housewives who want to get out from under tickets. Bev sensed it and took the initiative. She reached for the buckle on his equipment belt, "Come on lover, let's get rid of this stuff. It's your other gun that I'm interested in." She helped him undress and then she took his cock in her hand and led him over to the bed. She pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and then she knelt down between his legs, "Let's start with a nice slow and easy blow job." She took him in her mouth and started to suck him off. After a couple of minutes of the she stood up and pushed him on his back and then she mounted him and I watched from the closet as she worked herself up an down on his stiff pole. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to leave the closet and put my cock in her mouth or her ass, but I didn't - I just watched and suffered as she fucked him and sucked him for the next two hours. Just about the time that I was hoping the kid would leave the doorbell rang. Bev was sucking the kids cock and she ignored the interruption, but whoever was at the door was insistent and finally she got up, put on a robe and went down to see who it was. Three or four minutes later she came back into the room with two guys and she looked over at the closet with a "sorry honey" kind of look. I recognized one of the two as the cop who wrote us the two tickets and I guessed that the other one was the desk sergeant. The next three hours was orgy time. Bev was used in every conceivable position and in every available hole and combination of holes. I blew my load against the closet door three times and more than anything I wanted to get out of the closet and videotape what was going on. Finally the three men had to leave and they started to get dressed as Bev lay on the bed and watched. The sergeant hung back until the other two were gone and then he said, "If you want I can quietly put out your name, tag number and description at roll call and see to it you never get stopped for a ticket ever again. All it will cost you is seeing me a couple of times a week." Bev glanced over at the closet and then said, "Sounds like an offer a girl would be silly to refuse. Friday good for you? Same time?" The front hadn't quite closed and I was out of the closet and heading for the bed, but Bev pushed me away, "Not now baby, please, not now. I'm so sore that I don't even know if I'll be able to walk to the bathroom. Let me soak in the tub for a while, okay?" Not what I really wanted to hear, especially after what I had just watched and with a rock hard cock in my hand, but I had to back off. I helped her off the bed and into the bathroom and ran her a tub full of hot water. Then while she soaked I took care of my hard on the old fashioned way - by hand - and then I went and cleaned up the mess I'd made in our closet. Bev became quite the slut after that. True to what she had said, anyone who made a pass at her that she thought she might like got fucked. If we went to a party like as not she would end up on some ones back seat. We went out dancing one night and I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back all I found was a cocktail napkin that said, "See you later." It was two o'clock the next afternoon before she came home. I've watched from the closet as a steady stream of friends, neighbors and relatives paraded through my bedroom. Bev has fucked my brother, all three of my cousins, both of my uncles and she swears that she will nail my father before Christmas. She told me that she planned on fucking every male member of my family before she gets too old to fuck and maybe a few of her own. I laughed and said, "Not every male I hope. You will leave our sons alone, right?" I said it as a joke, but Bev got a weird look on her face and I hope I read it wrong. She wouldn't, would she? Becoming a Slut Wife: Brenda She felt odd. People were talking all around her, but she wasn't hearing what they were saying. A waiter came by and filled her glass again. Under the table she felt a hand stroking her leg. Something was wrong, but what? She closed her eyes and tried to think. There was someone she needed to see; someone she needed to talk to. The hand was stroking her thigh. She shook her head to try and clear it and the room seemed to revolve, to turn in slow motion. She tried to stand up and fell against someone. She felt her jacket being placed on her shoulders. She felt herself being moved through the room and then she was in a car and someone was stroking her body. She felt hands on her tits; fingers working on her pussy and it felt good. A tongue snaked its way into her mouth and she wondered if she should return the kiss and then she sent her tongue searching. She felt her hand being placed on something and she looked down and saw an erect penis and as the tongue in her mouth worked around her tongue she felt a hand on her wrist and the hand began to move her hand up and down. She felt strange, almost like she had no strength to either fight against or accept what was happening to her. The fingers in her pussy and the tongue in her mouth were insistent and she began to feel warmth flood her body. She glanced down and saw her hand stroking the penis. Why did she have her hand on a penis, and why was she stroking it. And then she was in a house. Her house? No, she didn't think so. A light came on and she saw the bed. Yes! Rest, that's what I need, rest, and then she moved to the bed and fell on it. She felt something tugging at her hips and then she felt nothing at all. I couldn't quite believe my eyes when I saw her across the room. It had been five years since I'd last seen her and the hatred that I'd thought that I'd finally buried surged to the surface again. I watched as she moved across the room and there was something odd about her movements and then I understood - she was drunk. A germ of an idea - a light bulb going off over my head - I turned to my companion, "Mason, how would you like to do me a huge favor." "Sure Mike, what do you want?" "See that woman over there, the one in the silver cocktail dress? She is already drunk, but I want you to move in on her and get her even drunker. I want you to get her so blitzed that she won't know who she is or where she is and then we are going to have some fun with her." I watched Mason as he made his way over to the woman, the woman who five years ago had been my wife, and I prayed, really and truly prayed that he would be successful in what I had asked him to do. If things worked out as well as I hoped by this time tomorrow she would be ruined. I remembered it almost as if it had happened yesterday. I had come home from work to find Brenda packing suitcases. We'd had a rather nasty argument the night before over money, specifically our lack of it, but I didn't think it had been that bad. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was leaving me. "You are nothing but a loser Mike. You have no prospects for ever being better than you are right now; you are boring as hell and you are not worth a shit in bed. I see no earthly reason for staying with you." The divorce cost me everything that I had and for a year I walked around feeling sorry for myself and becoming a drunk. During that year she remarried and her new husband was one of the upwardly mobile yuppies who was making a name for himself in business and social circles. During that same year my best friend George decided to do something for me that I didn't seem to want to do for myself. He forced me to come back to the living; made me by the force of his will, not mine, give up drinking and go back to having a life. I did however get the last laugh where Brenda was concerned. In an ironic twist of fate the woman who left me for someone else who could give her all the material things she wanted got to pick up the paper and read about her ex-husband winning 17.6 million dollars in the state lottery. To say that my life got better would be an understatement. I had every thing that I wanted, but I didn't have what I most needed - a way to make Brenda pay for what she'd done. Until now. I watched as Mason maneuvered Brenda into the back seat of the limo and then I climbed in front and sat with George. On the way to the house I watched as Mason worked her tits out of her dress and began to work his fingers into her pussy. When he french kissed her and then put her hand on his cock I almost pissed my pants with excitement because it looked like my plan was going to work. I turned to George who was playing chauffeur that night and asked him, "Would you like a taste of that George?" He grinned and said, "Yes sir, I certainly would." I smiled as I pictured the look on Brenda's husband's face as he looked at a picture of George's coal black body on top of his lily-white wife. When we got home George helped Mason carry Brenda up to the bedroom. She fell on the bed and I told them to strip her, "Leave the six hundred dollar Manolo high heels on her, but take everything else off." While they were peeling Brenda I went and got my digital camera. I love that little sucker. You could take a picture, walk over to the computer, plug into a USB port and in less that two minutes have a print coming off the printer. I showed Mason how to operate the camera and then I stripped and went over to Brenda. I didn't want there to be any doubt about who was behind what was being done to her. I had several pictures taken with my cock in various orifices all the while smiling for the camera and then it was my turn to take the pictures. The first twenty or thirty were all posed photos of George and Mason with their dicks in interesting places. I made sure that they all faced away from the camera while making equally sure that Brenda was always looking into it. Drunk enough to be in a semi-stupor, but not drunk enough to pass out, Brenda was the perfect subject - eyes wide open and looking straight into the camera. When I had all the posed shots I wanted I said, "All right guys, get your fill." As George buried his black pole in Brenda and started fucking her I went into the bathroom and got the smelling salts out of the first aid kit. Back in the bedroom I listened to the little grunts made by Brenda as George pounded into her cunt. I gave the smelling salts to Mason and told him to wait until I got into position with the camera and then to break the smelling salts under Brenda's nose. When I gave the signal he broke the capsule and Brenda's eye's shot wide open, looking up at George and I took the picture. For the rest of the night I moved around the room and took photo after photo as Mason and George fucked Brenda in every way possible. They both fucked her cunt, they both shot loads down her throat, and they both fucked her in her ass (something that she had never allowed me to do) and the best part of it was that after the first hour or so Brenda began to get with it. She was half in and half out of it, but to the camera she looked like she was having a great time. I got some great shots of George in her ass while Mason stuffed her cunt and then a couple more when they switched. I put the camera down and joined them on the bed. I pulled Brenda's face onto my cock and began to fuck her face. Here eyes were on my face and I could see that through her alcoholic fog she had a vague recollection of who I was. I smiled down at her, "Yes, you fucking cunt, you've had this cock in your mouth before, but tonight there is a difference. Before, you would not let me cum in your mouth, but tonight will be different; tonight you get to taste me for the first time." I gripped her head and emptied myself into her mouth and then held her head while she choked, gulped and swallowed. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and shot the last gob of cum onto her face just above her nose. I got the camera and got that picture - the cum running down her cheek from just above the nose. "Okay boys, it's time to get her home. Do her one more time if you want, but then we need to get her dressed." They did want her one more time and I got a couple of more pictures. I got the smelling salts again and had George stick his cock in her mouth. When Mason broke the capsule and Brenda's eyes opened wide she was looking straight up into George's face with her red lips wrapped around his dark brown cock. It was a beautiful shot and one that would cause her husband to have a fit. I'd never met a yuppie yet who wasn't a closet racist and the black and white photos were going to drive him nuts. When George and Mason were done with her I tossed Brenda her clothes. "Run her home George. If you decide to fuck her one more time try not to stain the seat." Mason and George dressed her and then they led her from the room. They did fuck her one more time and then they put her out of the limo on the sidewalk in front of her house, honked the horn half a dozen times and then drove off leaving her standing there with cum running down her legs. On Monday I sent a FedEx package with all the photos I'd taken to her husband at his place of business and then, need for revenge satisfied, I promptly forgot all about it. Three days later, as George and I were pulling the engine out of a 41' Ford that we were trying to restore, a BMW convertible pulled up in the driveway and Brenda and a man got out. I'd never seen him in person, but I recognized his picture - it was Brenda's husband and I guessed that he wanted to talk to me. I wiped the grease off my hands and tossed the rag down. "If he gets hostile George, stay out of it. I owe him that much. He wasn't the one who fucked over me." I walked out of the garage to meet him (I totally ignored Brenda) and I said, "What can I do for you?" He looked a little nervous, but then said, "Actually, it's your man we would like to talk to." I almost laughed at him when he said that. My relationship with George goes way back. He was the best friend that I'd ever had. To give some idea of our relationship you only had to look at music. I might have been Joe SixPack, but I loved classical music and I had season tickets to the symphony. George hated most classical music, but he loved the opera and I had given him season tickets for his birthday. The only reason I owned a limo was so I could go to the symphony in style. The rest of the time I drove a late model pick up truck. Anyway, when I go to the symphony George dresses up as a chauffeur and he drives me. When George goes to the opera I dress up and drive him. But of course Brenda's husband didn't know this so when he asked if he could speak to my man I said, "You mean George?" and I pointed back to the garage, "or Mason?" "The black chap." "Well, George is not my man. He is my driver, my bodyguard, and my dishwasher when I cook, but then again, I'm his dishwasher when he cooks, but most of all George is my friend. Why do you need to talk to him?" "Well, it's rather personal." "Don't care. He's on the clock right now and if you're going to talk to him on my time I want to know what it is about. Otherwise give me a number where he can reach you and I'll see that he gets it." He looked undecided and then Brenda spoke up, "Oh for Christ's sake Brian, tell him. He set the whole thing up to begin with so you aren't going to shock him." When Brian still didn't speak Brenda said, "Your little scheme didn't work Mike. His biggest fantasy has always been to see me with another man, preferably black, and I've always refused. Now that you made it happen anyway I don't see any sense in fighting it anymore. He wants to know if George would be willing to do it again with Brian watching." I looked at Brian, "Is that right?" Brian nodded a yes. I looked from him to Brenda and then back at him and then I stepped aside and waved them toward the garage. Brian headed up the drive, but Brenda stayed behind. "I'm sorry your scheme didn't work out Mike. Oh, he did get mad when he got the pictures, but it was only because he wasn't there to watch. I guess you will have to find some other way to get your revenge." I shrugged and said, "I got out of it what I wanted." "What was that?" "Just some personal satisfaction; just enough to kill the hate and ease my mind a bit." "Oh? And what was that?" "Doesn't matter Brenda" and I headed up the drive to the garage. When I got there George said, "How do you feel about this idea Mike?" I shook my head and said, "I'm not in this George. This is between you and them." George gave me a big smile and said, "Oh no baby, we are a team. If it gets done it will be by you and me." I said to Brian, "You are going to have a hard time selling that to your bride. As I remember it her exact words to me were "You're not worth a shit in bed Mike." Brian laughed and said, "What people say when they are mad is not necessarily the truth. More than once before we were married she wanted to go back to you, but you would never answer the phone to talk to her. For which by the way I thank you. And for your information that was before you suddenly got rich. I'll take care of it. Fifteen minutes later, in the same bedroom where my so called revenge plot took place, George and I were busy with Brenda while Brian sat next to the bed and watched. I was sitting on the bed and Brenda was sucking my cock while George was fucking her from behind. Just before Brenda swallowed my dick she looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry I never swallowed your cum when we were married. The other night I found out that I like the taste so lets do it again." I looked up at her and she grinned, "Toward the end I wasn't as near out of it as you guys thought I was, but that's our little secret from Brian, okay?"