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Business Trip Transformation

By: curious2c



It was with some surprise that I discovered I'd never posted this one here at Literotica. It is an older one of mine, written back in 2006. Here it is, edited up from the original version. 

Oh, this story involves a husband and wife whose marriage is in dire straights. They both know it, but they are both afraid to try to cross any bridges to fix it. If you can't stand what you may call 'wimp husbands' or 'slut wives' this story is NOT for you. Trust me. Really... I mean it... don't read this if you're going to write to me or make comments that I suck or that I'm a wimp or that the husband is or etc.etc. We know you don't like it and we really don't need to hear it ad-nauseum. 

It's one of mine that bends that age old husband wife relationship to an extreme. 

* 

I'll be the first to admit it. Our marriage was in deep trouble. We had both been working hard in our respective jobs, traveling and making all 'the right moves' for our future. In spite of that, or rather, because of that, our intimate love life had gone down the tubes.

Having been married for fifteen years and fairly comfortable with each other, we were just getting to the financial place we had aimed for...yet, we had begun to be apart more and more. It seemed that each promotion led to more time away from each other, until lately, we only saw each other on weekends once in a while. 

Of course, having so little time together, we'd fight over who's turn it was to do this or that in the household chores and things like that, and now our weekends were mostly spent with each of us keeping to ourselves. The age difference between us had never seemed to be a part of our problems. I am ten years younger than Matt.

Sex? We hadn't had any kind of regular sex for several years, and lately, even that sporadic sex we did have had tapered off to almost nothing. We had both talked about what was happening in our lives, but neither of us wanted to be the one to give up on their career. We were at a critical point that many marriages arrive at... and I was afraid that we would soon be divorced.

One of the only things that wouldn't be any trouble if we got divorced was we didn't have any children. I had been involved in a car accident when I was a young child and the results of that were I would never be able to have kids. My fallopian tubes had been severed and in such a way that they couldn't be restored. 

We had accepted that fact and still married knowing that we would have no children. Every once in a while I would feel a twinge about not being able to have a baby, but it would pass. I know Matt had accepted it, and we had talked about possibly adopting a young child at some point. We had yet to reach that point though. Now it looked as if we'd never get there.

I left on Monday morning for a business trip and would be gone all week long. Matt, my husband, left at the same time, matter of fact we were in the check in line together at the airport. He was headed out on a business trip for a week as well.

We talked in the airport... and as he turned to go get on his flight, he told me, in a very serious way...

"Donna, we're in trouble. We both know it. If something doesn't give soon we'll be separated. We need to take some time for ourselves before it's too late... if in fact it isn't too late. I love you and I don't want to lose you without a fight."

He kissed my cheek after that stunning pronouncement, and left me standing in the lobby, almost in tears. I had seen it of course, but for him to say it in public...as he had...tore me up inside. I loved him, I always had. I knew he loved me too. Lately the fights and not being together had taken their toll though. I never even got a chance to reply to his announcement either. 

I boarded my flight a few minutes later, and as I sat down I was depressed. I had been horny for what seemed like weeks. I had fought with Matt last night, and then this morning his little statement on our married life worried me. Would he cheat on me then? I know I had been having little thoughts on trips lately... wanting to get relief in some way. If I was thinking like that could he be doing so too?

Arriving at my destination, I found my hotel room to have been changed. It upset me, but with everything else in life coming at me, I accepted the room they offered in exchange, not knowing what a suite I was going to have for the next week. 

Full up as they were, but also aware that I stayed often at their hotel, they had upped my reservation to a beautiful room with a view, a Jacuzzi, and a king sized bed. I was in love with it the minute I stepped inside. Never had they done this for me, and I wondered briefly what had brought this about?

I tipped the handsome young man that had helped me with my luggage, and as he left he pointed out the wet bar and other amenities. I noticed him checking me out as he helped me. It sent a warm tingle through my body knowing that I still had what it took to attract younger men.

Closing the door, I called my client and arranged to meet them that afternoon for dinner. She was quite happy that I would be picking up the tab. I was happy that she was happy as it made my job easier in the long run. Happy clients are great to deal with.

I took a shower, wanting to wait for that Jacuzzi until later tonight when I could climb out of it and into bed and relax. Meeting the client was a breeze and by the end of dinner I had a feeling that this trip would be a money maker for my company. That meant a good bonus for me too.

The client left, promising to be all ready in the morning for my presentation. I had high hopes that things would work out perfectly. I decided to sit in the bar for a bit before heading up to my room. While I was there he approached.

Tall, dark, and very... very handsome. His graying temples took my breath away. I had always had a thing for men with that 'distinguished gray' thing going on. He offered to buy me a drink. I accepted. I knew I shouldn't. It was wrong to accept a drink leading someone into thinking that there may be more later on. 

I just couldn't resist his allure though. Smiling, complimenting, laughing... getting me to laugh. Pretty soon I was on a third drink from him, while I don't think he had more than sipped out of his first. I found myself asking his name.

When he hesitated, I realized right away that he was about to lie to me. He was going to give me a bogus name. Thinking about it, and then noting that his wedding band was shining in the light of the back bar, I knew why.

I decided that two could play at this game, so as he was telling me his name, I made up one for myself too. After all, how could he know my real name? Just like I couldn't know his real name either. It would be... only fair just in case things went beyond drinks and talk.

That thought hit me hard. I felt a shiver down my spine as I realized I had just decided that I was willing, possibly, to go upstairs with this man, 'James' he had told me, and have sex with him. I was shocked at myself. I was also very horny, very ready and wanting too. Matt and my marriage seemed a long ways away at that moment.

"Mary. Mary... Jones. Road warrior and all around problem fixer."

My introduction was flippant, but I delivered my 'name' without any hesitation. I could see him pause as if he thought I was telling him my real name. Evidently in the world of people who fucked around on the road, telling a real name was not a good idea. 

Names given, our talk led to more personal things. Pretty soon I found myself pouring out my whole story, even the details of my marriage and how I figured it was in danger of failing. He was very attentive, supportive and seemed interested in what I had to say. I found myself wishing that Matt would listen like James was. I found myself wondering what else James could do that I would appreciate too.

Blushing at my stay dirty thought, I only hoped that James couldn't read minds. If he could I was in deep trouble. He'd know that I was already planning on us... in bed... in my room. Possibly in my Jacuzzi too. It was big enough for more than two people... and the thought of that swirling warm water jetting between our two naked bodies... I felt my pussy go wet at my thoughts.

James had a similar story to tell. His wife worked, like I did. They were apart way too much, and he too felt that their marriage was about to end as well. The more we talked the more I thought about how alike we were. Alike yet... different. Besides the more obvious things of course, but in his marriage, he thought his wife was the cause of their problems, while in mine, I figured my husband, Matt was the issue. 

Talking soon turned to a few dances then a few dances turned into me inviting him to my room for a nightcap. We were both staying in the same hotel... different floors, but not that far apart. He was in town for a week as well and I realized that if I wanted, I could have sex every night this week. My horniness level shot up into higher gear with that knowledge.

I had forgotten my husband, my marriage, and everything I should have been concentrating on, all for one man, one week, and lots of hot nasty sex. I hadn't even been to bed with him and I was thinking of the things he'd say, the things he'd do... I was on a fast track to fantasy land for certain. I hoped that I would survive this week.

In my room I had a little shadow of doubt about what I was doing. A man, with a made up name, in my room, and the intent was sex between us. We were here to have sex, of that there was no doubt. I was here to actually have sex with 'James' and not my Matt. I felt guilty right up until James took me in his arms and kissed me. Thoroughly. 

After that kiss, things went so fast I didn't have a chance to think about my husband, our marriage, or anything at all. 'James' was skillful and sexual. Demanding to the point of almost turning me off... yet he seemed to know just how much to push and when to pull back. He was very good.

First, as we undressed each other he shocked me, and caused a thrill to shoot through my body when he leaned in close to my ears and said the most filthy things to me.

"Well... Mary... tonight you and I are going to explore the world of sin and sex. I'm going to eat you alive. Lick your body until you can't stand anymore, then I'm going to suck your cunt until you cum again and again."

Nobody had ever talked to me like that. It shocked me... and then I found it turned me on so much that I was positively dripping wet in the shortest time I had ever gotten wet before in my life. His nasty thoughts were turning me on and into a quivering mass of jell-o.

I remembered back to when I was a young girl and having fantasy thoughts of what it would be like to have a strong man just take control of me. Something like a Knight errant or perhaps an Arabian King I'd dreamed about. Taking and demanding of me, and talking dirty to me just because they could.

His next words ripped even more deeply into my center. Hearing such filthy things he was going to do to me in so graphic a way turned me on for some strange reason.

"Then, when I've eaten your cunt to several orgasms...I'm going to take my hard long cock and ram it inside you. I'll fuck you hard... your pussy will be begging for more when I'm done too. I'm going to make you mine. I'll own your cunt. I'll own your ass. I'll own your mouth. I'll own you."

I could only moan. I couldn't believe the things he was saying to me. I should have been angry... I should have slapped him for what he was telling me... yet I stood there and almost wanted to beg him for more. Talk to me like I was some cheap whore... I was about to beg him to do that. Deep inside I felt a change in me that I knew would never let me be the same 'Mary' again. Ever. No matter what, this night was going to change me forever.

He slowly stripped off my dress, then my bra and panties. I stood there, in my heels and stockings, as he stood back and stared at my body. I blushed, never have had a man look at me as he was then. 

Reaching out, he grasped a nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

"You're body is beautiful. Your tits are perfect. They stand out proudly, majestically, and I can see by your nipples, that you want me to do more. I will. When I'm ready. For now... I want to play with you a bit. Not to worry, you'll love how I play. Trust me."

My pussy was flooding now. I was shaking in desire. I wanted this man. My husband Matt, my marriage - they both seemed far, far away. I wanted this man to control me. I wanted him to use me. His earlier conversation and now his almost demanding way of taking what he wanted had me wrapped around his little finger. I just wanted to please this God.

His fingers were at my pussy. Slipping into me, I could feel him touching me expertly. It was obvious that he knew his way around a woman's body. His thumb flicked at my clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of me... like a little cock. I almost came standing right there. I was wet... I was so ready... I wanted him to fuck me however he wanted.

"Mary... I want you to take my clothes off. I will play with you as you do that, but I want you to undo the buttons on my shirt, then my pants, I want you to strip my clothes off."

Shaking, my hands went to his buttons. I fumbled for a bit, and then finally figured out the best way to do what he wanted. Soon his nearly naked body was standing in front of me. All but his underwear was in a pile at our feet.

"Kneel down... take off my shorts."

I knelt. My head was inches away from his crotch. As I pulled down his underwear, his cock sprang out and almost hit my face. He stepped out of his underwear and I remained on my knees in front of him, waiting for his next order. 

I found myself wanting him to order me to suck his cock. I had never done that... not even for Matt. It had caused more than one argument in our bedroom over the years... but I had always felt that only a slut would suck a man's cock. Only a whore would enjoy putting a man's cock in her mouth.

Matt had tried so many times to talk me into trying it. So many times, deep down I had wanted to. I still just couldn't bring myself to do that for him though. I could hear my mother telling me that some things only a whore would do for a man, and a proper lady would never do that, mainly because her husband would lose respect for her if she did. That would lead to a divorce in no time.

Now, I found myself in my hotel suite, hoping... actually hoping that I would be ordered to do those things. Suck his cock... lick it, suck it... allow him to shoot off in my mouth. Of course, this was James, not Matt. He could consider me a slut or a whore because... well, here I was undressing him, in my stockings only. Naked as he was now. I was a slut.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

"No." 

I almost choked as I answered. 

"No? No what?"

"I've... never sucked a penis before."

"Did I call this a penis?"

He had taken his cock in his hand and was waving it in front of my face.

"No. You called it...a...c...c...co..."

"Say it. This is a cock Mary. Call it what it is. Say it."

"Cock. I've never sucked a cock before."

"Why not?"

"Only a slut would suck a cock."

"Only a slut would suck a cock? So... would you consider a woman, a married woman, kneeling in front of a man she just met that day, naked... talking about his cock... her pussy... her cunt... would you consider her something other than a slut?"

His words cut me to the core. He meant me. He was going to have me call myself a slut... I could see it. Ashamed I wondered how I had let things get so out of hand. How could I do this? How could I have let James get me naked in my suite, talking about his cock? I was a slut. I truly was.

"No... only a slut would do that."

"So... you're married and you're naked in front of me... talking about my cock... wouldn't that make you a slut too Mary?"

Looking down at the floor, embarrassed to know that I had slipped to this level... I whispered.

"Yes. That makes me a slut. A married slut."

"So... slut... you want to suck my cock... why don't you take it in your hand then ask me if you can?"

Shaking, this was the step that would definitely put me across that line for certain... with no doubt. I was about to become a true slut for this... man. James was about to get from me all that I had never given to my Matt.

"Can I... suck... your... pen... c..cock?"

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I said... can I suck your cock? Please?"

"Lick it first. All over."

I licked it. All over. He tasted clean, salty and a bit... I don't know... different than I had ever thought it would be, that was for sure. I let my tongue slip down to his nuts, and caressing those wonderful balls I found my inner voice telling me to go for it. It wasn't just telling me... it was shouting at me to go for it.

Shortly he had guided me into taking his cock into my mouth, and as time went on, he was soon holding my head as he fucked my mouth. Deeper and deeper he stroked, and I was beginning to allow him into my throat. My gag reflex had been on edge the whole time, but bit by bit it too went away. I was learning how to relax my throat muscles. It wasn't easy, but I was trying my best.

Before I knew it I was taking his whole cock into my mouth and down my throat. If anyone would have told me that by the end of my first day in this city I'd have a man's cock in my mouth sucking it like a woman possessed, I'd have probably hit them. That it was James' cock was another thing all together.

He was very vocal with me, telling me how to do this and that, how good it felt for my lips to be wrapped around his cock. Everything he told me just made me hornier and wetter. I wanted to please this man so bad, I wanted him to be happy with me, and satisfied by my efforts.

Suddenly I felt his cock begin to throb. I knew instinctively that he was about to shoot off in my mouth. Looking up into his eyes, I saw that he had no intentions on quitting now either. I braced myself for the coming event. I was afraid, but then I realized that porn stars could take it in their mouths and swallow even... why not me? After all, wasn't I just being a slut too?

"Oh yesss...swallow my cum, slut. Yesss...you sucked it out of me, now take it all down your throat."

The first spurt hit the back of my throat almost choking me. James pulled back far enough that the rest of his juice flooded my mouth. I accepted all I could then swallowed, trying to please him by not losing any. I felt that I had to catch all of his seed. It was just a feeling I had. I wanted to please him the best I could.

The taste was unusual and I found it not too bad. Matter of fact by the time I had finished sucking all he had to give me I was searching and hoping for more.

After he finished cumming in my mouth he pulled away. Taking my hand he led me to the king sized bed and put me on it. I laid there, naked except for my stockings and heels. He spread me out wide... looking around, he found some bras in my suitcase, and taking them he proceeded to tie me up... arms and legs spread wide open. 

Standing back and admiring his work, he smiled at me. 

"I see that you don't shave your cunt. That's too bad. I'd like a clean shaven cunt. No hairs in my mouth or between my teeth when I enjoy it. I think we need to fix that. Right now."

"Oh no. I can't. Matt... if Matt sees me shaved he'll wonder why I did that... especially since I've been on a business trip. I can't do that. Please... don't do that to me."

I was worried that once Matt saw my shaved pussy... he'd flip out. I didn't know what I could do though since I was quite securely tied now. I was in no position to argue with James on anything he wanted to do at this moment. I actually felt a bit scared at that point for the first time. The realization that he could do anything he wanted to me right then and there woke me up to what I had allowed myself to get into. It also was turning me on more and more.


Business Trip Transformation



"I think that you will be able to tell your hubby that you shaved it for him... once you're home you can freshen up the shave and he'll never know the difference."

His excuse made for me... he left the room temporarily. He was back quickly enough, only having been gone long enough to go get the shave kit from his room I guess. That whole ten minutes with me being tied up put my mind in a state of almost unbidden lust. 

For some reason, being tied up and helpless as I was turned me on more than I would have thought. My handsome young room service man could have walked in and taken me... any man could have for that matter. I was exposed and helpless and it turned me on like you wouldn't believe.

The cool shaving cream seemed to electrify my pussy... my cunt as James was calling it. By the time he finished shaving me, I had no pubic hair at all down there. He even had untied me and bent my legs way back so he could shave my anus area too. 

As he had shaved me, his fingers seemed to be everywhere. In my cunt, in my ass, around my clit... on my nipples, even in my mouth right after he pulled them from my cunt. God... I was even referring to my pussy as a cunt in my mind now. I had really fallen down a slippery slope.

"My, my, my, your cunt looks so... pretty. The only thing missing is... my tongue. What do you think... let me see... you've never sucked a cock before tonight... so I'll guess... you've never had your cunt licked by a man either... am I right?"

"Oh no... that's so nasty. My cunt is..."

"Your what?"

"My cunt. Oh my God... I'm calling my pussy a cunt now too."

I was shocked. I had called my pussy a cunt with my voice. It had cut through the air like a knife in butter. I hadn't even thought... I just called it what it was... according to James. I was a slut now for sure. He was rubbing my bare cunt. The oil he was using smelled like it was flavored or should have been. I could feel it warming my sensitive area as he applied it too. He knelt between my legs, and put his head right in front of my cunt. I could feel his hot breath on my clit... and suddenly I found myself wanting to spread even more for him.

"Mmmmm... you smell very good. I'll bet you taste even better."

"Oh no... please... not that. No man has ever licked me down there... it's nasty."

"You're a slut... sluts do nasty things. Get used to it... slut. Slut Mary. My slut Mary."

Just like that, I accepted his statement. After all, I had become his slut already. I would do anything for this man... even spend the whole next week doing whatever he demanded of me. I knew it, he knew it, and I'm sure that pretty soon many others would know it too.

His tongue slipped along my inner thigh and lightly touched my cunt lips. I was feeling so dirty knowing that a man had his mouth near my cunt...a man different than my husband. I felt a shiver of delight course through me as I realized that I was acting so much like a slut and loving it.

His tongue had now entered my cunt delving deeply inside. His nose would rub my clit every once in a while, and that extra stimulation would send shock waves through me. Pretty soon he added first one finger, then two, pushing them in and out of me. I could feel another finger brushing my ass hole too.

Having never had anal sex before, I was a bit nervous about the thought of a cock going up there, but I knew that I was also curious what it would be like. I had overheard some co-workers of mine talking about anal sex once. They had made it sound like it was the best thing ever once they had gotten used to it.

I was soon nearing orgasm. James had pushed one finger deep into my ass and now I think three were in my cunt. His tongue had shifted to lick my clit in between little sucks. Those little sucks were almost too much for me to take at times...his lips would lock around my clit and then he'd literally suck in...drawing my clit into his mouth. 

Suddenly my orgasm hit me like a freight train roaring down the track full speed. As I came I knew that I'd do anything at all for this man... anything. Thoughts of my marriage, my husband Matt, my job, everything else were gone. All I could think was that I needed more of what this man had just done for me.

After I came back to reality from my orgasm, I found that James still had his fingers inside my holes and his licking had gone to my cunt lips, staying away from my overly sensitive clit. My hands were still on his head pulling him into me though.

He also began to take the lips of my cunt in between his teeth and holding carefully onto them, he'd pull away letting those soft folds roughly slip between them. That feeling of dragging and slight pulling back was exquisite.

He kept it up until I was headed into another orgasm, then suddenly he stopped.

I relaxed a bit and he pulled away. Smiling as he looked into my eyes, he chuckled.

"What?"

"For a lady that has never had her cunt eaten before, nor sucked a cock, you sure pick up things fast."

"Well... my teacher is very good at what he's doing to me too. That has something to do with it."

"Nah... I think you've always had it inside of you... you just couldn't let it out until the right time."

He had moved up and as his cock head brushed my cunt lips he leaned down and kissed me on my lips too. Somehow I felt like I was being kissed by two different men at the same time. I once again felt that shiver go through me and as I returned his kisses his cock slid into me. He was the same size as Matt... yet somehow he seemed so much bigger. I was filled just right as he bottomed out fully inside me.

"Oh... yes... you're perfect. Filling me so perfectly. Just right. Ummm... fuck me now. Fuck my slutty cunt. Please... fuck me James."

"Your slutty cunt huh? Well, my cock is deep in your slutty cunt now... slut. My slut Mary. Feel me... I'm going to cum inside you too. I'm going to fill your slutty cunt full to the brim with my cum. What do you think about that?"

"Oh yeah... cum deep inside me... fill me up. Fuck me. Yes... uuhhh... yes.... yessss."

He was fucking me now. I mean fucking. His cock was driving in and out of me hard and fast. Matt had never fucked me like this. It was two people rutting. A slut and her slut master. I put my arms around his back and locked my legs around his butt as he slammed in and out of me.

I came, then I came again. Pretty soon I was having a bunch of mini orgasms and James just kept ramming me with his cock. It was so different. Nasty. I was nasty. I was being a nasty slut. Fucking a man in my motel room that I had met just that day. God I was a slut.

When he came I felt his hot cum flooding my cunt. I came hardest yet at that moment. I actually passed out I think. All I knew was that this man...James...had shot his cum directly into my un-protected cunt... and I had begged him to do it.

"Oh YES... cum in me... fill me up with your juice... so hot... so hot... oh James... fuck me full. Make me pregnant... give me your baby. Yessss... oh yessss..."

Yes, I know that I couldn't get pregnant, but saying those words like that caused me to almost believe that I could get pregnant, and it did something extra for me.

Afterwards, resting from the main event, I started to have little guilt trips. What had I done? How could I ever face Matt again? I had sucked this man's cock until he shot his cum into my mouth and then I had swallowed it all like some kind of candy.  

I had let this same man fuck me, and dump his load into my cunt. Matter of fact, I had started to call my pussy a cunt now too. I was even thinking of it like that. I had become a slut in one short day. From prim and proper to full tilt slut... all in one day.

I had let this man finger my ass hole and suck my cunt too. Things that I had actually yelled at Matt for even mentioning that he wanted to do. In my sexually repressed world back then I had really limited our sex lives. I was thinking of the ways I could now open up for my husband. Then it hit me. How could I? After the many times of my vehement refusals, how could I and not let Matt realize that it had taken James to get me to want to do these things?

I almost started to cry. James leaned up on one elbow and must have seen how I was feeling. His hand brushed my hair back from my face and he leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek.

"You are wonderful. This has been the most perfect day I've ever had. Thank you."

"What?"

"You have made me the happiest man in the universe. Someone so beautiful and so wonderful as you, letting me make love to you. It has been an experience that I'll never forget. Ever."

"I'll bet you say that to all the other women you have don't you?"

"All the other women? What do you mean?"

"Don't you do this wherever you go? Check in to your motel or hotel and then go out and find the first most likely slut to pick up?"

"Oh Mary... no. Not at all. Believe it or not, you are the first woman I've ever done this with."

"Yeah... sure."

"No... really. I've never been with another woman while on the road ever, Mary. I can tell that you've never been with another man on the road either. That doesn't make it wrong, it doesn't make it right... it just... happened. We were both lonely, both having issues with our spouses, and now... we have become lovers. We are great together too I think."

It took me a moment. It all hit me suddenly too. He was going on calling me Mary, and I had called him James. False names. We had fucked. Like animals, I had sucked his cock and swallowed his seed. He had ate me out. I... and I... had loved every second of it. I was truly a slut. I didn't truly know him, yet I did.

"So... what's next then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well James, we've had sex and I've done things with you that I've never done with my husband, Matt. What's next? I seem to be your slut... we have a full week ahead of us... what's next?"

"So... you're okay with this then?"

"Yes. I felt a bit guilty for a bit... like I lost something important. But I now realize that what I thought was so important wasn't all that much of a deal. I just had the most wonderful time of my life with you. I've done things today that I've never thought about doing with Matt... even having refused to do things like that for him. Now that I'm a full fledged slut I guess I need to learn all I can."

"Do you think that Matt will like the new you?"

"I don't know. I hope so. I'm not sure how I'll bring this out to him yet, but I hope I'll be able to. I'd like him to be like you too. All the time. With me that is."

"I'm sure he'll come around Mary."

"So... it's early still. Want to go out dancing or something?"

"How about we take in a movie?"

"A movie?"

"Sure, I know of a little theater where they run movies all night long. Lets get you dressed up a bit... let me pick out what you'll wear... and we'll head on over there."

His idea of what I should wear spun my mind around and twisted it up. I couldn't wear that in public... not like he was telling me to anyway... yet I allowed him to talk me into it. James was having his way with me... his slut... and I was allowing him to do whatever he wanted with me.

He had gone through my things while I was in the shower and when I came out he had my shortest dress laid out along with a white blouse that was almost shear. Where the garter belt and stockings came from I didn't know, but I guess he had brought them along. No panties, no bra. 

As I put it all on he helped me, and when the skirt was on me he stepped back and shook his head negatively.

"What?"

"Your skirt... it's too long."

"God... it only goes to my knees as it is. That's not too long... that's almost too short. Especially since I don't have any panties on. If the wind blew just right..."

"Everyone should see what you have to offer. You're my slut... remember? Slut Mary. MY slut Mary. I want to show you off... letting other people see what a hot slut I am enjoying. You're so beautiful and sexy looking, other men and some women will be drooling all over you."

His words caused that familiar shiver to shoot through me. I knew before I said another word that I would do what he wanted me to do. I would do whatever he asked of me. God... I had changed so fast... so much... it scared me yet it excited me at the same time.

"Well, what do we do about the skirt then?"

"We... go... SHOPPING."

"Shopping?"

"Yep. Shopping."

We left the hotel, me dressed as he had directed still, and walked over to a close by mall. In there we found a Fredericks of Hollywood and in we went. He guided me around as if he knew this whole store intimately well, making me a bit suspicious of him for the first time. Matter of fact, he had walked directly to it like he knew because he'd been in here before at some point. 

When we finally got to the check stand to pay for our purchases, he had picked out a whole wardrobe for me. Dresses, skirts, tops, cut-offs, panties, bras, and other lingerie' items too.

He insisted on paying for it all, and when the bill came I was shocked. James was spending a fortune on me. Well over eight-hundred dollars as a matter of fact. I was just stunned that he'd do something like that.

We went back to the hotel and once in my room he got me really decked out in a very short time. As we left I glanced at myself in the mirror. I almost backed out. He had me wearing a short... very short pleated skirt and a very slinky top. I could see the straps of my garters below the hem of the dress as a matter of fact. 

I looked like a hooker... almost. My breasts... tits were hanging freely underneath my top and I could see them clearly through the material. I could even see the brown circle of my areolas and my hard little nipples were sticking way out. The material of the blouse was enticing them... making them want to stand out.

"I can't go out looking like this James. I... I'm too... I look like a..."

"You look like my slut Mary. My slut. Remember? You're my slut now."

"For this week maybe... I guess."

"No 'I guesses' about it. You're my slut forever now Mary. Anytime I want you slut, you will come... won't you... slut?'

I felt my cunt flood with the realization that he was right. I'd be his slut forever now. He could get me to do things somehow. Matt had never been this way with me. 

I whispered back to him, while looking at the floor.

"Yes."

"Yes what Mary? Look at me... be proud. Be proud you're my slut. That's what I want. I want a slut that's proud of being my slut. Get your head up and smile at me...be my slut Mary."

I lifted my head up and looked him straight in the eye. I had made up my mind now. I would be the best damned slut he'd ever seen. For him I'd do anything he asked. I would be the proudest slut I could be.

"YES. Yes I'll be your slut. I will always be your slut James. Whenever, wherever, anytime anyplace. I'm your slut now. My cunt is yours to do with as you please... my cunt, my ass, my mouth... all of me."

"Good. Lets go my slut."

We left heading out to the movie theater. As we got there I realized that James had a far more different thing in mind than I had for a movie. It was an adult arcade. Here I was, dressed to show off my tits and cunt... because as I walked my skirt would flip up time to time and show anyone who happened to be looking that I had no panties on... at all.

As we entered I could hear men around me commenting to either James or some other guy about what a beautiful slut I was. I heard one guy ask James if he shared his slut at all. His reply shocked me and let me know that I was in for a ride this week. I only hoped that I would be able to survive it all.

"My slut? Well, I just might, you never know. Come on in and sit nearby... if I get in the mood I just might need some help... if ya know what I mean."

James had just become some coarse man that was matter-of-factly offering me to strangers. I should have been spitting mad... a few weeks ago I would have been. I should have slapped him and stomped off... a few days ago I would have. I should have never allowed myself to be talked into dressing as I was and coming here. A few hours ago I gave up that right forever.

Now I was standing near naked in front of an adult theater listening to James offer me up to other men, and my cunt was flooding. I was thinking about all that had happened when I suddenly realized that James had asked or told me to do something.

"What?"

"Undo your blouse. Unbutton it. Give these fine gentlemen a look at what you'll be offering inside."

"I can't do that out here. I'll get arrested. I..."

"You will do as you're told slut. Undo your blouse. Show them your tits."

His voice had taken a slightly harder tone. I did as he asked. Trembling fingers undid all the buttons on my blouse and then my shaking hands spread that blouse wide open, baring my tits to all those men.

One guy stepped in close and cupped one of my tits. 

"Wow... nice and firm. Look at those nipples, they're all hard and begging for it. She's begging for it. You've got yourself a great slut here Mr. She's a keeper for sure. Great tits too... must be D's if their anything at all."

They were C plus, but his words, his calling my breasts "tits' shook me to the core. His touch, rough and almost callous did something to me too. The way he talked about me to James, ignoring that I was a woman... someone he should be talking to also got to me in a way that had never happened before.

His fingers roughly tweaked my nipples before he stepped back. James had reached out and taking my hand, pulled me to him. Kissing me in front of all those dirty nasty men his hands fondled my tits. As we kissed I felt my dress going up in back. I reached back to find James was pulling it up.

I let him. 

Pretty soon my whole ass was exposed, as well as my tits. I could hear whistles and cat calls as James grabbed a handful of my ass cheek and pulled it sideways, exposing my throbbing asshole to their sight.

"LOOK at that tight little asshole. God...I want to fuck that one. She's tight... real tight. Shaved cunt too."

"Yeah... Oh man... I'm going in to watch and join in on using this slut. I gotta have that cunt myself. She looks wetter than hell right now. I'd bet she'd do us all right out here if her slut master told her to too."

I knew it. I would have. If James had told me to go to my knees and suck his cock, or any cock for that matter, I would have. I would. I wanted to. I wanted to be the best slut I could be for James. Deep inside I hoped that he would use me that way too. If he did I only hoped that Matt and I would be able to survive this. My having become such a slut.

Don't get me wrong. I love Matt with all my heart. Here though, I had become what I had so much held back from my world. I had always wanted a man to take me and use me however he wanted to. I had always wanted to be a slut for some man, just like I was being for James. I had held it to a very regulated fantasy world that hardly ever saw the light of day.

Matt and I had gotten in a rut. Our marriage had gone so far to ruin now that I guess I felt I had nothing to lose by doing what I was doing with James. I still wanted to love and be loved by Matt though. I would still want to be his wife and the good little woman. I had a war deep within me now. 

I also wanted to be the slut. Slut Mary. I wanted to be used by a man... any man... several men... all men. I wanted to please any man sexually, and in any way I could. I wanted to be let loose, set loose, to be with any man my slut master wanted me to be with. 

All these years, since high school, maybe even before then, I had desires that I had held in check. Suddenly, in one day this man James had set me loose and opened my mind up to what I had most desired all my life. I loved the attention I was getting. I loved the knowledge that I would fuck and suck anyone that James told me to. I loved that I was free to do that right now too. I only hoped that now I would not or had not lost Matt forever too.




Business Trip Transformation



I knew deep down that if it came to Matt or Mary the slut... Matt would win out. I would give up being slut Mary in an instant if Matt threatened to leave me or dump me because of my new-found sluttiness. If I could keep him after this that is. If he knew how I was feeling... like James seemed to know... would he love me the same then? Could he? Could he ever accept that I needed this from time to time? Not all the time but once in a while could he let slut Mary loose? I could only hope that things would work out. For now, for this one week I was going to do whatever James asked of me though. I had to do it. I had to.

I felt hands on my ass cheeks that weren't James's. Strange men feeling and touching me as I was held in James's strong arms. I moaned softly, but not so softly that these men didn't all hear me. Fingers prodded my asshole and slipped into my cunt. I was dripping wet too.

"Oh yeah man... she's wanting it. Listen to her moaning. She wants what we've go to give her."

James drug me inside, several men were following. Inside the darkened theater I could see a woman and four men on screen. They were all naked and the woman was taking three men at once while the fourth man stood beside them, reaching in and playing with her tits. 

James led me down front, all the way to the first row of seats. There was a space in front of them of about eight feet and then a stage rose up about waist high. That stage went from one side of the room to the other, and the screen was about ten feet in back of that.

I could see the men that had followed us in were all sitting nearby now... many right beside us or right behind me. James started to work on my cunt now. His hand was down there, fingers slipping between my cunt lips, playing with me. I was wet. Real wet.

My blouse was still undone, and James reached up with his free hand and pulled it down off my shoulders, removing it from my body when I worked my arms out of each sleeve. Stopping his playing with my cunt, he neatly folded my blouse up and laid it alongside of the arm of his seat. 

He then started to work my skirt down, but one of the men there whispered to him, begging for him to leave it on me. I guess he saw how sexy that would be, so he just pulled it up a bit. I rose up off my ass to allow him to do that, not even making him ask.

My cunt was fully exposed and now some men had moved down in front of us to squat down and look at me in the flickering lights of the movie. James took my right leg and pulled it up and over the arm of my seat, then reaching across me he did the same with my left leg.

Here I was, totally topless, and no panties on, skirt pulled up around my waist, legs spread widely, allowing strange men to stare at my body. And I was getting hornier and wetter as time went on. James's next move stunned me. He looked over at the man that had sat next to me, and nodded at him.

Hands started to caress my leg, then my cunt. The guy sitting next to me had his hands on my body and he leaned over and started sucking on my hardened nipple of the tit closest to him. Hands came from behind me to grasp my other tit and a rough face rubbed my cheek, hot breath on my lips...and some stranger was kissing me. 

I tilted my head back and accepted the tongue that was forced between my lips, and at that point I lost any reservations that were lingering in my mind. I became one huge nerve ending begging for release.

At some point James had given up his seat to another man and taking my blouse he laid it on the stage. Three men were feeling and kissing my body while I was still kissing the man standing behind me. Suddenly I was picked up and moved. Fear coursed through me for a second until I saw James directing the move.

Laying me on the stage with my legs dangling over the edge, hands took them up and held me spread wide apart. Very wide apart. Everyone could see my cunt throbbing and the wetness dripping off out of me.

Several fingers were inside my cunt now, stretching me wide. I couldn't count how many, but there were at least four. Hands were on my tits, on my legs, holding my arms, and head too.

Suddenly a cock was thrust at my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in without a thought to who it belonged to or anything. The man was rough, taking my hair in his hand and pulling my mouth over his shaft. I choked for a moment as the head of his cock bumped against the back of my throat.

Then, magically, his balls bounced off my chin. I had all of this cock in me and down my throat. I wasn't gagging... well not too much and the longer he held me there like he was, the less I felt the need to gag. Then he was fucking my mouth. Just like it was a cunt, he pounded his cock in and out. I kept my lips sealed as tight as I could during it all. 

The next thing I knew a cock was pressing into my cunt. I moaned around the cock in my throat and he suddenly shot off. I choked again for a bit when his salty cum filled my mouth, but I managed to keep it all in. As he pulled out he wiped my face with his cock and then slapped me with it. I loved that feeling of soft, firm flesh slapping my cheeks. I sucked him back in my mouth and cleaned him off before he disappeared into the background and another cock was offered to me.

The man fucking me was ramming fast and hard and I orgasmed as he shot off inside me. He pulled out and I could feel my cunt open and the cool air slipping around my cunt lips. Another cock was there before I could enjoy that feeling though and this cock was larger. It was the biggest cock I had ever felt. At first I thought that someone was sticking their hand into me.

Looking down between my legs for a second I was shocked to see a large black man was sticking his cock into me. Just the sight of his coal black skin caused me to start to orgasm again. He made me cum twice before he was fully inside my cunt. He didn't slam into me, because if he had I'm sure the head of his cock would have hurt like hell slamming into my cervix. He was gentle... well, considering the situation, and his strokes in and out of my cunt were welcomed.

Here I was, a married lady, naked on an adult theater stage, getting cocks stuffed into my mouth and cunt. I was in a nirvana like state as cock after cock filled me and then let loose their loads deep inside either my mouth or cunt. Cunt...I was calling it my cunt. God how I had changed so much in such a short time. Forgive me if calling my cunt upsets you...it's just what I have to call it.

After about six men had used me James stepped in and made them step back. He asked me how I was doing.

"Hey Mary... are you okay? Do you want to keep on going?"

"I'm fine. I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow, but I'm loving this so far. I won't get arrested will I? I mean, we are in a public place and all."

"Know that big black guy that fucked you?"

"Yeah?"

"He owns the joint. He locked the doors and there are eight or ten guys in here. You up for it?"

"Yes. I do have to work tomorrow... please keep that in mind."

"Well, it's nine o'clock now... how about two more hours?"

"Two... maybe three. I think I could handle three."

"Okay. Midnight it will be princess slut."

"I am aren't I? A slut I mean."

"My slut. Remember that Mary. You're my slut."

"Yes James. I am your slut."

My newly shaven cunt was giving me a rush too. It felt so different to have a cock in me and the pubic hair of a man rubbing me there. I felt more naked than I ever had, naked yet sexy and wanton. James had oiled my whole crotch area while talking to me, I guess for extra lube to make up for the missing pubic hair. Whatever the reason the oil and the nudeness of my crotch were helping to drive me even farther into nirvana.

The men crowded in close again, only this time I was moved onto my knees farther onto the stage. One man slid underneath me and I was soon impaled on his rather large staff. Another cock, a big black one, was offered for me to suck and I took it in. I felt someone rubbing some cool slippery stuff on my ass then into my asshole. 

The fingers slid inside my asshole easily and pretty soon he had several fingers up my ass. Taking a short glance I saw James was getting ready to take my anal cherry. That cock in my cunt was driving in and out bringing me closer to an orgasm, and as the head of James's cock rubbed my asshole I came hard. 

Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm James slid his cock right up my ass. He was holding still, waiting until I could talk or let him know somehow that it was all right. I nodded as I moaned, feeling like a log had been shoved up there. There wasn't all that much pain at least not as much as I had been led to believe. Maybe I was so loose from all the fingers before that I just didn't know it though.

The man under me had cum at some point and he worked out from under us and another man moved into his place. This cock was huge too. As he filled my cunt up James started to pump my ass. Somewhere in there I passed out. I lost it completely and my orgasm just took me away. I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I came to, James was pulling out of my ass having shot off deep inside me. 

I could feel his hot cum inside me as the cock in my cunt drove in and out. I was full. Very full of cock, but not that full since when James moved to one side, another cock slid right in where he had just vacated. A third cock was offered to my mouth and I was off. 

My gangbang went on until just after midnight. As I laid there allowing James and some other man towel me off, I overheard the owner of the theater talking to James.

"Hey, you think your slut would like a private party this Thursday night?"

"Private party?"

"Yeah, me and some of the home' boys are having a poker party. I'd bet they'd rather be poking her than playing cards. Might be some cash in it for you too, if you want."

"How many and for how long?"

"Six to eight. About six hours. It would be worth quite a bit to me. They're kind of business partners of mine. It will help me to sell them on some ideas I got tonight. Just tonight as a matter of fact. Your slut really opened up my mind here."

"Well... she's not really a whore..."

"Hell, I know that. She liked all the fucking. Most whores can act pretty good, but your slut isn't acting... she was begging for it and cumming all the time. She loves fucking and sucking."

"Yeah...she sure seems to anyway."

"Seems to? Hell man, she was begging... literally begging for cock for a while. She loves it."

"Well, I'll talk to her and see what she thinks."

"You need to tell her. Let her know who's boss."

"Not how we worked it out. I could probably do that and she probably would do what I insisted on... but this isn't totally what you may think it is. She is in town on business here. This slut stuff is just a side... thing. Matter of fact, tonight is the first time ever she's done something like this at all."

"Yeah... right. This bitch is a full fledged slut. She may be working... but she is still all slut."

"I'll let you know."

"Cool man. Need a ride? The least I can do for you guys. After all... she sucks a mean cock and she took all my cock in her ass too. No woman, slut or not has ever taken all my cock up her butt."

"Sure. That would be great."

We got back to the hotel room and James gave me a very loving and gentle bath before laying me on my bed.

"I'll check in on you in the morning. Make sure you're up and ready to go to work."

"Thank you James. I... I..."

"I know. Thank you Mary. You have opened my dreams up and given me a wonderful gift today. You are the slut I've always wanted to have. Thank you. I hope that you'll still want to be my slut tomorrow and for the rest of the week too."

"Oh yes. I really want to do that party too by the way. Don't even hesitate on that. Six to eight black men... that is a fantasy of mine. Matt doesn't even know about that one. You do though."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements then. Good night... slut."

"You could spend the night with me James."

"No. Tonight you need too be with yourself and think of all the wonderful things you experienced today. This is your time."

"Good night... slut master James."

"Good night my little slut Mary."

True to his word, James made sure I was up in time to get dressed and make it to my appointments. I was tired but managed to get through the day. My client noticed that I seemed different somehow, and even though I was dressed in my usual work clothes she could tell something was up.

"You look different today Donna. What did you do with yourself anyway? I can't quite tell what it is, but you look great. You have a kind of glow about you."

"I had a special massage last night. They took hours to do it too. It was wonderful. Really relaxed me."

"I should check into that. I could use a great massage like that."

"They only do special clients. I was lucky... a certain gentleman I met hooked me up with it."

"Damn... you gotta hook me up with that gentleman. I'd die for a massage like that. You look just... well... marvelous."

I was thinking that if she knew what kind of massage I had she'd be shocked and appalled. I just smiled and let her rave on about my look. I did feel different too. I still had a little guilt over how wild it had gotten last night though. My ass and cunt still tingled too. I was a little sore, but not near as much as I thought I would be.

I was also thinking that it would be a cold day in hell before I'd allow any woman to be with James while I was around. I found myself being very possessive of him all of the sudden. After a little bit of thinking I realized that I was being very selfish though. After all, he had shared me freely... very freely last night. Could I do the same for him?

My meetings went well, and since I was so relaxed I think I actually sold more than I had planned on. I figured that if having the slut in me come out like yesterday did so much for my sales I'd have to make it a regular part of my business trips from now on. If James were with me that is.

That afternoon I called Matt in his hotel room and we talked. He was curious why I hadn't called last night so I just told him I had fallen asleep. He accepted that and we had a nice loving talk. When he went to hang up I asked him if he had ever been with another woman since we'd been married.

"Uh... no. Why that question and why right now?"

"I just need to know Matt. You've never been with another woman since we've been married then?"

"Nope. You are the only woman I've ever wanted to be with Donna. What's wrong? Is there something you want or need to tell me?"

"Oh no. I just was thinking that we haven't been... together for a long time... that you must get... well... horny. I just wondered if you had slipped before. That's all."

He was quiet for a moment and then he opened up.

"Donna, are you feeling tempted to step out on me? I know that we've been having issues and all, but I could never accept you sneaking around behind my back, fucking some guy."

"Well... no... not exactly... it's just that..."

"Look, I love you, and only you Donna. When we get home we need to take some time off and just be together, the two of us. I think we have a lot to talk about. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Matt. You're right, after this trip we both need a long heart to heart talk. Are you okay with everything Matt? I mean... are we okay?"

"I hope so Donna. I really do. I love you and yes... I'm okay too. With everything. I've just missed you a lot over the last year. I think it's time we discussed a change in our marriage too. We need to do something before we lose it."

I was afraid for a moment that he knew... how I had been, how I had felt last night. Could he take it? Could he still love me after the way I acted and the things I did last night? Would he still want me after our talk? I could only hope so.

That night James took me out to a few bars and his choice of dress for me was even more revealing than the night before. He had me in a long dress, but it buttoned all the way up from the hem to the shoulder. I wore nothing else but garter and stockings underneath it either.

As we danced he'd undo a button here or there, and after about three bars and lots of dances, I was showing most of my skin. Then he let other men dance with me. I think he may have been arranging those dances too, somehow.

Each man took some liberties with me, and I had hands in my dress on my ass, caressing my tits, and every once in a while a brave soul would slip a finger into my pussy. I was dripping wet by the time James decided we needed to go to a room. He took me to his room this time, and once inside he made a house service call for wine and cheese. I heard him talking about something else, but missed what he told them.

As we were making out, I heard a knock on the door and James got up to get it. Opening the door two big black men came in and the room service person followed in behind them. The room service guy was shocked at seeing me. James had undone the rest of my buttons and my dress was on the floor. I was spread wide laying on the bed, naked. 

The poor kid could only stutter as he tried to open the bottle of wine. He kept looking over at my clean shaven cunt, and tits. James took the wine from him, and turning to me he stunned me with his next direction.

"I think this young man could use a great tip, don't you Mary? What kind of tip could a great slut like you give to this nice young man?"

The other two men had just stood there quietly until James said that, then they started to laugh.

"I'll bet she can think of lots of things to give as a tip to this kid."

"Yeah... if he gets any harder he'll split his pants wide open."

It was true. This kid had quite a package down there, and it was very hard. I licked my lips and smiled at him as I moved in closer to his shaking body. Sliding up to the edge of the bed I sat up, my tits bouncing around in front of him.

"Can I give you a good tip? Or would you rather have a great tip?"

His look was precious. He didn't know whether to run or strip. I took that choice away from him a second later. Reaching out I began to undo the buttons on his shirt, then I went straight to his pants. As his pants hit the floor, my hands were full of one large white cock.

He wore no underwear and I was slightly surprised when his cock popped out like it did. Taking him into my mouth I sucked him deep as I could. I then slowly pulled away, keeping my lips tightly sealed around his large shaft. Breaking away I asked him again...

"Now... what will it be... A good tip or a great tip?"

"Uh... wh... wh... what's the good tip?"

"This."

I took his cock back into my mouth and started to suck. I worked in more of him and almost had three quarters down my throat before I pulled off.

"Wow... if that's the good tip... what's the great tip?"

I just pulled him up between my legs, spreading them as he moved in with me... and placing his cock head on the lips of my cunt I smiled at him.

"Great... is you shoving this huge hot and hard cock all the way up my cunt. Great would be you fucking me senseless. Great would be me sucking you off after you shot into my hot and wet cunt. So... what will it be?"

He didn't answer, he just shoved in. I laid back, pulling him on top of me and he started to fuck my cunt hard and fast. As he did that, the two black guys each took one of my legs in their hands and spread me wider and wider. James was taking pictures as this white kid with a huge cock fucked me and two large black men held me wide open for him to do that.

I didn't think anything about the pictures. I just let them do whatever they wanted. That kid fucked me for a long time before he shot off...and once he came I pulled away and sucked his cock deeply into my mouth. I licked and sucked him all clean. He never went soft either, and as I sucked he started to moan.