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Erin's World Ch. 01

By: Thadsgood



I get asked about how it started all the time. Who knows, really? I'm not sure there's one moment that rates above the others. I think it's more of a discovery, which requires experiences, stacked on top of others. Was I always a slut wife? Did he always have a desire for wife sharing? I'm not sure. Here's what I know, for us, it happened over time. I'm Erin, this is how it happened, as I see it.

I'm not even sure the first time it came up in conversation. Honestly, I've been slutty since high school. I'm pretty sure I was well known for my behavior back then, most notably my cock sucking. I only got more adventurous in college and I think in its way, laid the groundwork for what followed.

I met Ryan in college, very near graduation. It was probably better that way. Had he known me earlier he may have never stayed with me. It would've been too much, too soon for him. It worked out better for both of us that way. We were pretty open with each other. I was basically honest with him. I told him the truth when he asked. I just didn't add details. I didn't think he was ready for it. He knew I was a prolific cocksucker. He knew I'd had sex with numbers of men. He knew I liked wearing sexy clothes, that I liked teasing men with my exhibitionist nature. He encouraged that. Like I always told him, showing me off is like playing with fire. Sure, lots of men will just enjoy the ogling. Some, though, well some want more. I think us playing with that and enjoying it just eased us into something else.

Little by little I teased men. I did it by wearing short shorts, low tops. I would wear overly slutty dresses and Ryan cheered me on the whole way. He was eventually even comfortable with me teasing his coworkers and friends at cookouts and parties. I ate up the attention. It brought me back to my slutty days, which I missed, even though I was getting it good from Ryan more than any married woman should ever hope for. Ryan is a flat out stud. He's 6'3", athletic and fit, with beautiful wavy brown hair and the most penetrating soft brown eyes. He's a skilled lover and so far unsurpassed as pussy licker. He's a keeper. Despite my promiscuous nature I completely meant my wedding vows to him. I was going to be faithful to him. Interestingly, it was at our wedding where the issue started to become something more. 

My ex-boyfriend from college found out I was getting married. He hounded me for weeks to meet up with him, "for old times sake." I knew better. He was a douche, a world class douche. But, he was incredible and wicked in bed. It was some of those experiences with him that I "glossed over" when it came to telling Ryan. Again, I never lied. He just didn't ask the right questions. Jack, my ex, was one who introduced me to the possibility of having sex with someone outside a committed relationship. He basically let some of his friends have me. I sucked more than a few of them and a couple he let have my pussy. He didn't do it out of some fantasy fetish of his, he did it because he really didn't give a shit about me. Even though I hated him by the end, I have to admit I enjoyed the pure naughtiness of what I'd done with his friends. So, when I heard from Jack I knew what he was after. He wanted another piece of sweet Erin's ass.

I avoided him successfully for the weeks leading up to the wedding. It was at the reception where I finally ran into him. He crashed the reception, of course. I ignored him for hours while we all partied and drank freely. I actually thought that maybe he had softened, that maybe he just regretted our parting, and this was his way of getting through it. I laugh now at how naive that was. It was getting late. I was pretty buzzed. Ryan was nearly out of it. The best man and some of the ushers helped Ryan to our room. I kissed him as he laid on the bed and told him I just needed to say goodbye to my friends and family and I'd be up to join him.

As I got into the elevator Jack suddenly stepped in with me. I really didn't fear him. I angrily snapped, "what do you think you are doing?"

"I'm riding the elevator, is that against the law?" he asked with a smirk.

"Bullshit, you've been trying to contact me for weeks, and now you show up at the wedding. You are lucky I didn't have you kicked out."

"But I notice you didn't." He grinned.

"I didn't because I didn't want to cause a scene at my reception you moron, don't flatter yourself."

The elevator hadn't moved. I started to push the button, he stopped me. He pushed "Stop."

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed.

"Listen, I don't care that you are getting married. You know I'm not the marrying type. I'm not here to "save" you or anything. I just was thinking about our college days and I thought maybe you might miss that, a little."

I did miss it. But only some of it having anything to do with him. But I did remember his cock, his expertise with it, and his absolutely devilish imagination. He must've seen my contemplation as acceptance. He leaned in to kiss me. I struggled against him. He pressed against me, he was hard, he grabbed my hand and made me feel it. I struggled as his hands found their way to my breasts. He was strong, he was able to hold my hands above me while he tweaked my nipples through the Tulle material of my dress. They were hard, more from the adrenaline than excitement, I reasoned. Finally, I wrestled my way free, he didn't press it. The elevator door opened. We were on the same floor as before. I ran towards our room. He followed, but slowly. I fumbled for my keys as he came up behind me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled my ass into his hardness, he ground himself into me as I frantically searched my purse. He kissed my neck softly and whispered, "you know you want it. You remember how much you liked it. I'm not going to make you do it. I'm in room 257, Ryan is probably passed out for the night. I'll expect you there, a willing slut, like the old days. We will start with you stripping naked in the hallway. I want that wedding dress in a pile on the floor outside my room. Then, I want you to crawl to me and beg me to allow you to suck my cock." With that he flipped up my dress over my hips. He admired my ass for a few moments before slapping it hard suddenly. He laughed and walked away. It left me stunned....and surprisingly horny, even as I hated him even more now.

That was another thing Ryan wasn't fully aware of. I am submissive, at least to a dominant man. Jack knew that and took full advantage in college. He spanked me hard and often, he tied me up and took me and, as I said, made me please his friends when it suited him. 

Finally, I had the key in my hand, I opened the door. Ryan was standing there, his mouth was open with shock. He'd seen what happened. He was drunk and threatening to kick Jack's ass. I knew better. Jack would beat my poor baby senseless, especially now. Ryan was athletic, but Jack was dirty. No doubt his street skills would trump any of Ryan's physical advantages. I kept insisting he calm down. I explained what happened. I told him who he was. I forced him to sit and listen. He kept asking why the guy thought he could just manhandle me like that. He was insistent. He said if I didn't tell him the truth he was going to go find him and beat him up. Finally, I admitted to him that that was how Jack was, that's how he always treated me. He made me admit that at least partially, I liked being treated like that, at least when we were together. I emphasized that in no way did I want that from him now. Ryan's look changed from anger to puzzlement. As I comforted him I noticed his erection, it was pronounced. It was unusual, usually he had a difficult time getting it up when he drank that much. I freed it from his pants. I sucked on him, as I hoped to take his mind off the whole thing. My hand found my pussy, the whole thing had worked me up.

"So he treated you rough and you liked it?" He slurred.

"Sometimes," I said as I played with his magnificent cock.

"I saw him pawing you out there," he said as his cock twitched. "I saw him grind into you. I saw how he saw your ass and how he spanked it."

With each word his hips ground into more frenzied circles. The talk was getting him off.

"I can't believe he just walked away like that," he said between grunts.

"That's because he expects me to meet him later, after you are passed out."

"Fuck, really? What a sicko."

"Really," I said. I noticed that Ryan could barely contain himself at this point but that the alcohol might be inhibiting his ability to cum. I had an inspiration, based on the direction this was going. "In fact, he cornered me in the elevator and kissed me while I struggled."

"Fuck...." Ryan panted. 

He held my hands above me like he used to do when he'd just take me, hard, and he got his hands on my tits and my nipples baby, only for a moment before I fought him off."

"He touched you...there?" Ryan said with increasing intensity.

"He wanted more, baby. More of what only you are going to get."

"More, like what?" He begged. He was prying it out of me, he wanted to hear it.

I worked my magic on his cock between sucks and storytelling. I told him what he'd said about me leaving me wedding dress in a ball outside his door.

"Fuck," Ryan moaned. I felt him jerk. He was close. I was going to push him over the edge.

"Then, he wants your naked wife to crawl to him and beg him to let her suck his cock, just like this." I said.

That did it. He blasted load after load into my mouth. I'd never seen him cum that much, especially in his drunken state. He just kept saying, "wow, wow, wow," as he wound down. He fell asleep with me stroking his wet soft dick. As I laid there I couldn't help getting myself off. Yes, I got myself off to the thought of leaving my dress in the hall like that, and crawling and begging, god help me, as my husband snored happily.

So, I believe that opened the door to what happened later. We actually fought about Jack for weeks and weeks after that. Ryan went from yelling at me for not telling him about Jack to excitedly getting off in or on me as I told him about my past with Jack. Eventually, he heard it all, including the sharing. It never failed to get him off. He didn't admit it, though, he still didn't connect what I was telling him to how good it was getting him off. But, for the first time, the subject was broached. He made me tell him what if felt like being shared. He made me say what it was like for me, what it was like for Jack. I had to be honest. I told him we both got off on it at the time. I told him how Jack used to take pictures of me, post sex usually, dripping his cum and how he'd show it to friends as kind of an advertisement for them to want me. Ryan bugged me and bugged me to show me but I told them I burned them long ago, much to his disappointment.

In the meantime I noticed Ryan was buying me more and more revealing clothes. One company BBQ of his he had found denim, frayed shorts for me. They were so short my ass cheeks poked out the bottom, ever so slightly. He combined that with a red halter top so sheer I swear at certain angles, or with specific light, it was nearly see through. He didn't allow a bra either. He was like a preening peacock that night as he watched men he worked with drool all over themselves, ogling me. He delighted in walking up and telling me about how so and so was watching me bend over, or how such and such got a good look at my titties.

"You are such a perv," I teased.

"You fucking love this shit," Ryan panted. "I see it."

"You're right," I giggled. "I think your boss really likes my shorts. I see him looking at my pussy and my ass. He saw me catch him one time and I saw him blush.

"Heh, that old coot would love to plow that young perfect pussy."

I swatted his arm. "Ryan! Just because he's old doesn't mean he's dead."

He made me show him. He hid behind a brick wall and instructed me to go and chat his boss Rob, up. He told me to make sure he gets a good look at me. He actually repeated it for emphasis. I shrugged. Like I said, I like very little much more than making men hard. I bounded off gleefully. I'd noticed Ryan opening up to more and more and I was going to fully encourage it. I went up to Rob and told him what a great cookout it was. He was grilling burgers. Everyone else was busy with games, there was a volleyball game going down the hill. People were either watching or playing, except for Ryan, who was hidden. I wasn't sure what Ryan wanted but I figured it would work itself out. Rob was grilling burgers and dogs and asked if I wanted one. I told him I'd have one of the dogs. He asked which one. I pointed to the kielbasa. "I like the big ones," I said as innocently as I could.

I saw his face redden. "I'm sure you do," he said under his breath. We had all been drinking, some of the inhibitions were gone. He handed me the kielbasa in a bun. I pushed it out of the bun at the top and licked the tip. I acted though I was doing it to cool it down before eating it but he saw what it looked like and he enjoyed it immensely. We chatted again while it cooled down, the whole time he was looking down my top. It was tied loosely, per Ryan's instructions. I knew he was seeing my tits pretty much down to the nipple. I glanced quickly to the side. Ryan was behind a bush, partially behind the wall watching. I smiled. I was going to raise the level. I said, "Oops," as I dropped the bun to the ground in front of Rob. I bent over quickly before Rob could do the gentlemanly thing and get it for me. Bent on one knee and leaning over, I knew if he was looking he'd now be able to see pretty much everything I had under that top. I stood up, he saw. He was grinning. I thought, ok, he saw my tits, I know Ryan would like that. I turned around and faced the hill and gazed down to the volleyball players. I put my hands on my hips. I could feel Rob's gaze all over my ass. I giggled to myself. 

"I should go join them," I said.

"Aw, I have no one to keep me company," Rob said.

I wanted to give him the thrill that Ryan wanted. I bent over at the waist. I kept my knees straight. I acted like I was tying my shoe. I could feel those shorts ride up into my crack and creep up over my ass cheeks. I turned around and caught him freely ogling my ass. I said, "Ooops," as I adjusted my shorts back down to its previous level. He started to apologize profusely but I just put my finger to my lips and smiled. "Shhh, it's ok. These shorts just tend to ride up, i can't help it."

"I can see that," he joked. "Why do you wear them then?"

"Why? don't you like them, how they show me off nicely?" I said as I spun around slowly, for show.

"That's not the point, young lady," he said.

"No, that is the point," I grinned. I walked away, allowing him to ogle my ass as it swayed away from him.

Ryan attacked me later that night and fucked me thoroughly. He'd enjoyed it all. He even hinted that he wished I could've shown more. When I asked what more is there, he told me he kind of wished he'd seen my tits, or even my ass, maybe in a flash of some kind. I just grinned at his burgeoning boldness. But, as I mentioned before. We were playing with fire. I was going to let it burn.

After the party Ryan started nearly every sex session with talk about showing me off, letting guys see me. He did so in a fantasy way, as in, "wouldn't that be wild if my boss had seen your tits for real? What if you'd popped them out for him? " 

I'd answer, "I'd probably have had to suck him off or something."

"Yeah, that would be something," he say appreciateively. He was starting to fantasize those things.

We were fucking and just before he pumped his cum in me he was urging me to tell him what I actually wanted to do at that company party. He filled me up completely after I said, "I was hoping your boss would find my behavior slutty and he'd pull me inside, rip my top off to show him what I'd been "tormenting" him with and then spank my ass red for being a tease."

"God, that thought was awesome," he said in orgasmic afterglow.

"Was that something that Jack would've done?" 

"Yesss," I hissed softly.

"Wow."

The fantasies kept ramping themselves up. I found out Ryan had been frequenting online sites. A lot of them were "slut wife," or "Hot wife" themed. I could see it was getting him worked up, it found its way into our dirty sex talk with regularity. The fantasies ran the gamut from wives showing off to others to wives having sex with strangers or hubby's friends or colleagues. It was quite eye opening for me.

One thing had changed. Almost daily Ryan asked me about my day, who I ran into. He was probing for possible sex fantasies. I'd have to tell him about the grocer who ogled me while I shopped or how I was hit on at the fitness place. He ask me if it excited me or if I thought about doing anything. I just told him the truth, when it excited me I told him it did, when it didn't it didn't. I could see his lust grow when I'd tell him what turned me on. It didn't help that most of Ryan's close friends were sexy guys. He was allowing me more and more freedom to wear sexy things around them. He was more comfortable with the idea. After we were all together Ryan would get me home and ask me if any of them hit on me or if I caught any of them ogling me. I really didn't know how to tell him that hell yeah, some of his friends totally want to fuck me and I'm willing without crushing him. I just told him what he wanted to hear, that they all want me and love looking at me.

So much teasing and exhibition went by. We were now married for 2 years. We had our house renovated. Workers spent hours and hours daily in our house. I was alone with them most of the time while Ryan worked. He pressed me daily for details. When I honestly told him that they were completely professional and basically ignored me I could see him pout. I asked him if he wanted me to see if I could make them less professional.

"Do you want me to wear something really sexy and revealing and let them see me?"

"Fuck, I'd love that."

"Should I wear something obvious or should I just do something like, lay out in my bikini, lay on my tummy and unbutton the top?"

We discussed the possibilities at length. He was really into it. We talked about me wearing some of my lacy lingerie, under a baby doll "barely there" cover. It was "too obvious" in my opinion so we rejected it, or should I say, I rejected it. There was some discussion about me emerging from the shower at some "inopportune time" and letting them catch me in just a towel but again, I thought it was too cliched, it was how every porn movie went. 

"But that's why it's in porn, people totally get off on that stuff," he said.

It was time to broach the subject, it had been building for some time now. "Ok, so what if I did it, whatever we decided. Say I step out in a towel and they run into me. I go, "Ooops," then what?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean then what? In porn she'd be dropping the towel as they moved in and devoured her."

"Mmmm," he moaned.

"Is that what you want? Do you want some construction guys balling your wife while you are at work?"

I could see the shift in the conversation make him uncomfortable.

"You know we have to talk about this. I've been teasing guys mercilessly for a long time now. Sooner or later, they are going to want more."

I watched him fidget uncomfortably. I realized why now, he was hard, rock fucking hard. I reached out and freed it from its confines. I stroked it gently. There's never a better time to discuss things than when a man's cock is hard. I just find them so...amenable. 

"So, where do you want this to go, baby? You want them to see your wife's tits?"

"MmmHmm," he panted.

"That's not all is it? That's not enough for you is it? You want those dirty, sweaty laborers see your wife's ass....and her pussy, wet with excitement."


Erin's World Ch. 01



"Wow, that sounds so fucking incredible, baby."

"So I should somehow find myself naked in front of them so they can ogle your wife while you are at work? That doesn't seem fair. Maybe I should let them take a picture of me naked, like that, and send it to you at work, to tide you over till you can get home and fuck me senseless."

"Oh my fucking god, Erin, oh my god. That is totally hot."

His cock was twitching again. I was losing the advantage of having him on edge but I didn't care. I thought, maybe if I can have him excited and get him off to the idea he'll only be able to get excited that way. It is kind of a pavlovian idea, instead of drooling dogs, it will be spurting cock.

I was jerking him to his breaking point. I leaned in. "Maybe...baby....maybe the picture would be of me, on my knees....you know....naked....but with some of their cum on my face...my tits..."

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" 

He spurted globs of cum all over my hand and my arm. It was everywhere. He leaned back into the recliner. I licked my hand clean, then the side of my arm where it had splattered. I made sure a lot of it got on my lips and face. I smiled at him. "What if the picture looked just like this?" I said with a giggle as I bounded away.

Again, each step leads to another. No more mention of outfits or pictures for another couple of days. The workers came in, did their work, and left. I barely saw them They were approaching completion of the last project, the bathroom. They'd be done on Friday. It was tuesday night. I saw "the look" in Ryan's eyes again. He was concerned about the project being completed. I made him say what he was really thinking. He blurted out that he was afraid that after Friday such a good opportunity would be lost. I told him to tell me what he wanted. He just wasn't good at it. He needed my experience. We needed to work together on it.

"Ok, you want something to happen on Friday, don't you?"

"Yes, so much."

"But you can't tell me what it is you want?"

"You know what I want."

"That's a cop out. I don't know what you'll allow, actually. For all our talk, no one has ever seen more than glimpses of me and certainly no one has had me sexually in any way, since we've been married."

"I trust you."

"Trust me to do what, exactly?"

"Anything," he blurted. "Anything you want. I trust you."

Wow, he actually said it. "Anything." "Are you sure? Anything? Can you handle anything?"

"I've wanted it for so long, I just don't know how to do it, how to ask. I've read about it, I've got off on the idea. You just have to help me face it, make me get used to it."

"Let me get this straight," I said carefully. "You want me to...let me see...allow one or more of those workers to see my tits?"

"Yes."

"And touching them is ok? Once they are out, they can touch them?"

"Yes." 

I could see him sweating. His heart must've been racing. "But you want more, don't you? You want someone to see my tits, touch them, then you want someone to see my ass and my pussy?"

"Yes, so fucking much."

"And again, once they are out in the open, they can be touched?"

"Yes, a thousand times yes. You are just torturing me now, honey."

"I'm not torturing you. I'm trying to find the rules. Let's say I find something overly slutty to wear. I think that would work best. It should be overly slutty. Something that says, "I'm available for whatever, since this is no longer a teasing thing. I'll send you a picture of it at work. That way you won't be able to say yes or no, it will just be what it is. Don't try and answer, I won't respond. This is going to happen. What if I pick out one of the guys, say the foreman. He's kind of cute and sexy, in a bulky, contractor kind of way. So, let's say I get the foreman off to the side and tell him I want to reward him for his fine work. I know he's been eyeing me all day. I let him ogle me while I talk. Slowly I seduce him and let him know what he can have. Then, I let them finish and get their stuff loaded up. I whisper to the foreman to let the men go so that he and I can "finish up the paperwork."

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot."

"I haven't even done anything yet, honey," I giggled. "So, he sends them away. He knows now he's got a hot slut on his dirty, strong hands. I slip off my top so he can come back and see me topless. I'll take a selfie of me topless and send it to you. It'll be like a timeline of my debasement. You'll see each step. He'll come back in and I'll drop my top as he approaches. He will attack me. He'll kiss me honey, hard, and with lots of tongue. Are you ok with that?"

He could only nod. He was stroking himself.

After he mauls my mouth he'll realize my tits are there for him. He'll attack them too, first with his hands, then his mouth. I'll reach for his cock. It'll be firm already. It'll be big, I've seen his bulge, I think it'll be nice and big," I grinned. "Are you ok with that?"

"Yes," he said, he was moaning softly now as he listened to how it was all going to happen.

"He'll want me to drop to my knees at this point. All guys do. They love having me suck their cocks to full excitement. Do you want that?"

He nodded again, it was an almost defeated look. He was giving in to his overpowering desire.

"So I'll be on my knees with my titties out, sucking on his big cock, licking his big sweaty balls..."

He was stroking harder now, more intensely. I realized what I needed to do. 

"No, that's it, stop!" I commanded.

He looked at me in disbelief. His cock was almost purple.

"No, don't jerk off, not tonight, not tomorrow, not until after...." I instructed. "Trust me, it'll be better this way, you'll be so fucking hot after that you and I will fuck like teenagers."

He couldn't argue with that. Reluctantly he put it away. 

"In the meantime I want you to write down your fantasies, those things on those sites that turn you on the most. Tell me what excites you. I know you have a hard time telling me face to face. Write it down. Let's see if we can make some of them come true. He bounded out of there like a kid on christmas.

"Fuck," I thought. "This is really going to happen. Now I wondered if *I* had the guts for it. I really had noticed the foreman, Red. He was a thick, red bearded man (hence the nickname), more like a lumberjack than a foreman. I really didn't see any of them pay me much attention. Now, in truth I hadn't looked for it either. I'd basically left them alone to do their jobs, partially so that it got done on time and in budget, but partially to tease Ryan into action. Both parts had worked but now I was left without any foreplay, without any hint that I might be into something. That would make what might happen Friday more instant, more spontaneous. I wasn't sure I could control it like I said to Ryan. It really didnt matter. It was time for me to get fucked by someone other than my husband. It was something both of us wanted.

Friday morning I awoke to hammering. Ryan was already gone. I walked out to the dining room in my robe. I'm sure my hair was a mess. Red and one of his workers was in the kitchen, talking on the phone. They gave me a welcome grunt and helped themselves to our coffee, which we'd insisted on early in the job. I poured my own coffee and noticed an envelope on the table. It was unsealed. I opened it. I noticed Red eyeing me. There was something unnerving about the stare. He'd barely noticed me before. I checked to see if my robe was closed. It was. I was showing some nice cleavage, though, but I doubted that caused that look. I hustled out of there. I was nearly in the bathroom when I realized they were in there still, putting the finishing touches on it. I walked across the house to our other bathroom. I dropped my robe and turned on the water. I looked at the note in my hand. I opened it up. It was several pages long of text Ryan had written on our pc. It read:

"Erin. I love you. I'll always love you. You are the sweetest, most loving and sexy woman on this planet. I know you deserve the world. I can't give you the entire world, but I can give you some of it. I know what you need, what you crave. I know you've been good, probably too good since we married. I want to let you know you don't have to be anymore. I want you to be who you are, who you want to be. I know I have trouble telling you things. But, here goes. These are some of the thoughts that have been tormenting me since I met you. They are my most consistent fantasies, they can always remain fantasies, if you wish, but they are what they are.

****First, you need to allow the foreman to take you, to have you. I want it to be like you are pleasuring him as a reward. That thought has always got me hard. The thought of you either paying or rewarding workers or repairmen with sexual favors makes me crazy. If you don't want one of the workers I'll understand. But if you do, please please please send me pictures on your phone like you said. It'll thrill and frighten me at the same time. Yes, he can touch you, yes you can suck him, yes, I want his cock filling your slut pussy."

{Wow. This was so revealing, so detailed. It was remarkable at how much this had obviously affected Ryan. I had to turn off the water, the vapor was covering the mirrors. I stood at the mirror and unconsciously fingered myself as I read his letter.}

****I want to take you to the bar, one of our upscale ones. I want you to dress like you are out to get fucked. Then, I want you to go in, find someone and let them take you home and fuck you. I also like variations of it where the woman just takes them out to the car and sucks or fucks them, or even just takes them into the bathroom and does it. I think it is the "stranger" thing that excites me the most about it. I want this to be a repeating thing, not a one time thing.

{Oh my god, he has no idea how much that one gets me. My pussy was starting to get squishy around my fingers. Strangers fucking me, gawd, that's hot and something I've missed for so long.}

****I want you to consider doing something with my boss, Rob. I know he's older, but it's that thought of your beautiful young body pleasure a guy who bosses me around....well....it drives me crazy, knowing he had my wife, her mouth, maybe her pussy. Then, having to face him every day, knowing what he's had, what he is thinking about you.... I don't blame you for not wanting it, but....like I said, for me, wow.

{Fuck, I had no idea how deeply rooted these things were. He wants me fucking his old coot of a boss? Hmmm}

****I know this might shock you but, I want you to consider fucking one (or more) of my friends. I'm not sure how I'll handle it. I just know the thought drives me fucking crazy. I think it might be better if you act like you are cheating on me, rather than them knowing that I know about them. I think that would be easier on me. But, if you think I need it the other way, that's up to you. I want you to be you. One repeating fantasy is that I leave for work and once they've started fucking you they keep finding their way over to our house.....I'll never know who or when, unless you send me a dirty text.

{As I've said before, it would be easy for me to spread my legs for some of his friends, a couple of them practically beg me every time they get me off alone. I've been hit on, felt up and "surprise kissed" more than once after nights of drinking. I agree that I should act like I'm cheating, I'm not sure he could handle the "sissy cuckold" thing or that they'd understand why he wants me to be fucked. I was already fantasizing and considering that one.}

****You probably have thought of this one before but, you should consider taking a lover. I don't mean someone to replace me. I just mean someone who you plan on fucking for a period of time. Hopefully, it will be only weeks, not months. I don't know if I could take that. But, knowing someone is getting you on a consistent basis is such a turn on. If that happens, I want you to commit to him sexually. Be available to him, whenever, wherever, even if it means leaving me hard, and hanging while you go out and satisfy him. Preferably you should pick a guy who will take advantage of your submissiveness. That way, he can just call or text his demands and you'll have to submit to his desires. Hopefully you'll find a guy to use you as you need, someone like Jack, not Jack, but someone like him....unless it has to be Jack."

{This one floored me, literally. I dropped onto the soft rug and rubbed my clit feverishly thinking of it. I came on my fingers. If I do any of it, I'll definitely try that one.

I stood up quickly. I realized the bathroom door was open a crack. It was quite a ways from where the workers were but when I looked in the mirror I could see across the room, through that crack, and I could see them in the distance. I wondered if they could see the same. I closed the door and showered quickly, but not before getting myself off one more time. I wrapped myself in a towel. I grinned when I thought about our talk, about me walking right up to them and dropping the towel. I was concerned though that they'd just look at me like I was crazy. I picked up Ryan's letter again. I noticed a dirty smudge on the envelope. "Fuck," I thought. "Maybe Red read it. Maybe that's why he gave me that "look." "Fuckity fuck fuck," I thought. I guessed it didn't really matter, it was just so intimate to us, you know?

I had an idea. I got my phone and took a selfie of me wrapped loosely in the towel. I made sure my tits were nearly hanging out in view and that the bottom of it barely covered my pussy. I sent it to Ryan with the caption. "I'm clean and ready to get dirty, honey, think they'll like?" and pressed "send."

I tucked myself in and walked over to where the guys were. I asked them how they were doing. I got a few looks. There were three of them, including Red. I'm sure they were surprised, they barely saw me, now, here I was, wrapped in a towel. They assured me they were fine, that they were about an hour from finishing. I smiled and thanked them for such good work. I walked away, knowing that someone might be getting more than thanks in awhile. I went to my closet. I had to find slutty. That wouldn't be difficult, Ryan had showered me with slutty outfits to wear. I had only worn a fraction of them. I smiled at the one I picked out. It was a black, stretchy mini-skirt made of lycra. I had a top in mind. It was a short short white Tshirt. It said "Babydoll" on the front in a cute pink heart. It exposed my belly and my ribs while at the same time barely was able to contain my tits. I'd made a snip in the cleavage area, which allowed the top of my tits to spill out even more. Perfect! I planned on wearing my high heels but I didn't dare put them on in front of them until I could see if my plan might work or not. Still, in front of the mirror I was in full slut glory, including the heels. I snapped a picture of me bent over lewdly towards the camera with my overly red lipstick covered lips formed a sexy pout. I sent it to Ryan, "I like this outfit, I wonder if the guys will?" I sent it.

I could hear my phone buzzing repeatedly but I refused to answer it, as I'd told him. Naughty boy, he'd just have to wait. I could barely keep my hands out of my panties as I watched the men gather up their things as they finished. I had no fucking clue if this would work or if Red, or anyone else for that matter would be willing. It looked like they were all piling out together. My heart sunk. I clattered across the floor in my heels as I heard their truck start. My opportunity was slipping away. I made it to the door as their truck had turned and was headed out. I stepped outside and nearly tripped on my fuck me heels. I waved them to stop. I teetered out. Red was in the passenger seat. I walked up to the truck. I could see him looking down my top it was the perfect angle. 

"Can you...um....come inside for a minute, I want to talk to you about something?" I said as casually yet flirtingly as I could. 

He just grunted. I saw him give a dismissive wave to the other guys, he told them to wait. He got out and followed me back inside. I could feel my juices leaking into my panties. I couldn't believe this was happening. He stepped inside. I closed the door behind him. I told him over and over how good a job he did and how Ryan had gushed about it too. I could see he was leery. He kept looking at his watch, no doubt he was supposed to be at another site soon. 

"What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked gruffly. He shook my nerve.

"Um, payment.....sort of."

"Look, your husband has already paid in full. You're good. Listen, I really have to go," he said tersely even as I saw him ogling every part of me that was poking out. 

"Not exactly," I said with hesitation. "I like to reward guys for doing good work. I like to give them what they deserve. " I was practically throwing it at him hoping he'd bite.

"Like I said, your husband paid us well. So, if that's it, I'll be going."

I had to lay it out there. I was going to go for it. "You should go," I said. "You should go outside, tell your men to go to their next site. Tell them there's something wrong with the check I gave you. Tell them you are going to stick around until my husband comes home from work and straighten things out."

I saw him give me a knowing, evil smile. "And why the hell should I tell them that? How am I going to get there myself?"

"I'll make sure you get where you need to be," I smiled lewdly. I slid the backs of my fingers over my top which made my nipples stick out like crazy. He watched me and nodded. 

He walked out briskly. I saw him telling him our fake story. I quickly slipped my top off and let it drop to the floor. I took a selfie of me like that and quickly sent the text, "Oops, I think I dropped something." I sent it.

I almost kicked off my panties but as Red reapproached I thought better of it. I figured he might enjoy taking them off me more. He saw me across the room and approached me briskly. It was just as I'd told Ryan. He took me in his burly arms and kissed me deeply and started to tongue wrestle me. He mauled my tits with his big hands. I whimpered under his wonderful insistent touch. 

"You've been planning this, have you?" He asked gruffly between sucks on my nipples. 

I groaned. "Actually no, this was a spur of the moment thing."

"I think you are lying, little lady."

"I'm not lying, I was just so fucking horny and I needed some cock. some big, strong, fat cock. If I'm lying you can spank me for being a bad girl," I giggled under his firm grasp.

"Well then I need to do just that," he said. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me over to the sofa. He flipped me over the edge of the sofa like a rag doll. I was just a little toy to him.

"Because, I got a look at that letter of yours. I didn't see much, but the first paragraph mentioned me in it. Something about you needing to "reward" me."

"Oh fuck," I thought. I hoped he hadn't read it all. After a short back and forth I was convinced he'd just barely opened it before I interrupted him, thankfully. Still, this latest turn would work in my favor.

"Ok, spank me then. I lied to you. I'm sorry sir." I whimpered.

He pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I felt my pussy start to gush. He smacked my ass firmly a few times. He leaned into me and asked. "Are you going to be a good girl now?"

I stood up, shaking. "I'm pretty sure I'm not," I grinned. I dropped to my knees. I was right. When I took out that monster it was thick and wonderful. I sucked him passionately. I hadn't had strange cock in years. I was like a starving woman. 

"Damn, damn, you suck a hell of a cock, lady."

I looked across the room in the mirror. There I was, topless and on my knees. My panties were wrapped around my slut heels at the ankles and my skirt was pulled up lewdly, exposing my ass cheeks. I sucked him with fervor. I could smell my excitement filling the room. I knew my husband would need to experience some of this. I deftly manuevered Red to the sofa. I had it positioned just so that the mirror across the room showed what I wanted it to. I stood up and excused myself. He protested but I said I would make it up to him. I slathered on more lipstick for him so that it would look even sluttier sliding up and down on his pole. Unbeknownst to him though, I slipped my phone behind me in the hem of the skirt. When I knelt in front of him I made a big show of engulfing his cock with my slutty red lips. It worked. He closed his eyes in pleasure. I deftly removed the phone and pointed it at the mirror. I smacked on his cock loudly just in case he could hear the click. He didn't, he was lost in my cocksucking. I slid the phone under the sofa. 




Erin's World Ch. 01



Red sat up urgently. "I'm going to blow....you need to slow down....I'm going to blow."

I slipped off him for only a second. "Then blow," I urged as I took his cock down my throat with full force. It sent him through the roof. He spurted over and over into my throat, deep in my throat, I held him firm like that. It barely touched my tonsils as it jetted down my throat. Finally, reluctantly, I pulled off of him with a pop.

"Wow," was all he could say.

"Yeah, fucking wow," I agreed. I wiped what was left of him onto my arm and licked it off in front of him, just as I'd done with my husband, I knew he would like that. 

Red got up to use the bathroom. I quickly got the phone out with the picture of me sucking him and added the caption. "Is that your wife sucking off some guy's big ol cock?" and sent it. I thought of something else quickly. "Don't even think about coming home early either!" and sent it as well.

This had to be driving him nuts. Stuck at work, unable to touch himself while his wife sends him pictures in increasingly lewd situations. Hopefully, I wasn't done either. It was still early, it was around 2pm, Ryan didn't get home until after 5 in normal circumstances. Red came out of the bathroom with a huge smile. His cock was still out, it was covered with my lipstick.

"Was that my reward?" He grinned.

"Part of it," I giggled. I had him sit on the sofa. I licked his cock clean. Then, I stood up, kicked off my panties, rolled my skirt up over my hips and a straddled him. We kissed and made out like that as I gently rubbed my pussy on him over and over. He teased my sensitive nipples with his mouth while I ground on him, which only made me grind more intensely. It had the desired effect, he started to harden again. I moaned appreciatively. I slid my increasing wetness over his hardening cock. I was coating his thickness with my wetness. He was kissing me passionately. I didn't know how Ryan felt about that. I'd have to break it to him in pieces. I found that odd that I was concerned about telling him about me kissing a guy, but not sucking his cock or fucking him.

His cock was now fully hard. "Are you sure about this?" Red asked with a groan at what I was doing to him.

"I am absolutely sure I want that big fucking thing inside my tight, hot pussy, yet, if that's what you are asking. You know that thing you started to read? You want to know your part in it? It was fantasies, written down. Yours said I was to seduce you, let you have me, as a reward for doing such a good job. I won't consider that fulfilled until you fuck my pussy and fill me up."

I gripped his cock, he let me guide myself onto his cock. I slid down slowly on it. I nearly spasmed in my own pleasure. I slowly bucked him rhythmically. He grunted and met my thrusts. He took my ass in his hands and he basically guided me on and off his cock. I let him control me like that. He was using my pussy for his own pleasure. I love that. I looked across the room to the mirror. I wish there would've been a way to video it for Ryan, but I knew it wasn't possible. I didn't want to spoil the mood with Red by telling him I need to video tape him fucking me so that I could send it to my husband, I just didn't see that working out well. I let him grind me onto him as he bit my nipples with his teeth. I whimpered each time it was painful and he'd pull off only to have me force his head back on there with my demand that he continue, just as he was. He was making me dance on his cock after I emboldened him to nip at me like that. I orgasmed over and over on his cock. Finally, he held my hips deeply embedded on his cock as he filled me, his mouth covered mine passionately as he shot his cum in me. I slumped down on him and he kissed me softly as we both wound down. He held my hands in his and didn't let me slip off of him until it finally slid out on its own. 

"Thank you," he said panting.

"Ok, that was your reward," I giggled softly. I turned away from him. 

"Damn, those are some nice handprints on your ass. Did I do it too hard?" 

I looked at them in the mirror. I grinned. "I don't think it would ever be too hard for me."

"Wow, good to know. Because I love spanking the hell out of a beautiful woman's ass."

I felt like I could risk it now that he'd had me twice. "Can you take a picture of it for me on my phone? Do it before it fades. I want to remember this."

He didn't even hesitate. He snapped a couple as I bent for him. I was aware that his cum was dripping out of me, down my legs. I knew it would show, all the better. Finally, he dressed when I mentioned you might be home soon. Nothing motivates a guy like hearing that. 

"You said you'd get me to the next site. It's just a few miles from here."

"I will, silly." I handed him the keys. I let him walk outside. Quickly I sent the first picture of my ass with two clear, red handprints on me. I captioned it, "he found out your wife was naughty and punished her for it." I sent it with a smile. I tucked my phone into the cleavage of my T shirt. I smoothed out the skirt. i didn't bother with the panties. I walked outside. I drove him towards his next site. He pawed my pussy and my tits the whole way. He had them out in the open before we even left the driveway.

"Your guys won't have missed you will they?"

"Naw, I told them what was going on."

I looked at him. "You told them the story about how we needed to clear up the check thing, right?"

He laughed. "Not exactly. I told them you were inside waiting for me to fuck you all over that house."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"Cmon. They saw how you were dressed. They've been watching you all these weeks. I can't tell you how much they talked about wanting to fuck that slut all over that place."

"Wow," I said.

"Hell, I'll be a hero now," he grinned. Then he looked at me and smiled. "I'm just kidding. I told them what you said, about the check. I'm not kidding about them wanting to fuck you, though, they talked about that non-stop."

"So they won't wonder if you got your cock in me?"

"Yeah, they'll probably wonder, though they probably won't believe me. Hell, I can't even believe what just happened.

We arrived at his next site. His guys were hanging around his truck. He got out. He thought it was over. I straightened up my clothes and got out.

"How about some visual proof for them then?" I giggled. I leaned in and kissed him deeply. I guided his hands to my tits. He easily lifted my top over my tits, exposing them. The other hand I guided to my pussy. He turned us to the side so they could see. We were a distance from them, but it would be totally obvious to them. His fingers slid in and out of me.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. "That should do it," I grinned. 

"Will I see you again?" He asked. 

I shrugged. "Maybe, it might be hard to stay away from that cock." 

I left him with that thought.

Ryan attacked me when he got home. I had to retell the story over and over, in great detail while he fucked my pussy raw. He finally dumped his load in me when I told him what I did for Red at the new site, so the guys would know he banged the slut.

We both agreed we'd sleep on this experience and talk about our feelings in the morning. He admitted he liked it. I winked at him when I said, "I already have another one of your fantasies in mind."

{End of Erin's World-part one}



Erin's World Ch. 02



I awoke in the morning to find that Ryan was already up. I wondered how he'd be now, after a night to think about what had happened between me and Red, the foreman. It was the first time in our marriage that I'd had sex with someone else. It was a big step. Even though we both had wanted it, it was still something we were going to have to discuss. I wondered if Ryan felt the same way as he had before we did it, now, in the cold, stark light of day. I was worried that he would suffer from post-coital regret. That is, now that he'd cum and slept on it, would he be sorry I did it, or worse, would he be angry?

I got up slowly and showered in our newly redone bathroom. I smiled at the new flooring, the new tile. I'd rewarded Red for doing such a good job on it and now I knew I'd think about what we'd done every time I was in there. After I was cleaned up I knew I had to join Ryan in the kitchen and begin, "the talk." I thought I might need some help so I had an inspiration. I dressed in the same outfit I'd worn when I seduced Red, the lycra mini skirt and the babydoll short short T shirt. I even got on my fuck me heels and clicked across the floor to find Ryan sipping coffee.

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Wow, hi," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the outfit I had on....you know....yesterday."

"Obviously, you sent me the pictures, remember?"

"Oh, right. I just thought you'd appreciate seeing it live, Red certainly did."

"You certainly were right. It does make you look like a total slut, you said that's what you were looking for."

"You sound like you don't like it," I said with concern.

"No, no, that's not it. It's just...I don't know...a lot to process."

"I know it is. That letter you wrote me about what you want, what you fantasize about was a really big step. I can't believe you wanted me to go ahead and do it, finally."

"I did, and I do. I just want to make sure I don't...you know...lose you in the process."

"Wow, that's what you are worried about? You are not going to lose me. I had no interest in that guy, other than to fuck him and make you and I get off with each other so well. We did get off well, didn't we?"

"Hell yeah. I can't remember the last time I came so hard," he admitted. "I just want to make sure that we are going to be good and that you don't....you know...make it difficult on me."

I was right. He was concerned. Turns out he was worried about being humilated or that I'd try to sissify him or something. I told him it wasn't like that at all. For us, we both fantasize about the same things. We were just going to enjoy what the other desires. I, for one, had no intention of doing anything that didn't totally get Ryan off.

"I know that allowing my wife to have sex with other guys is humiliating in itself. I know that that is part of the excitement as well. I just don't want to be that guy whose wife fucks everyone and tells everyone what a limp, small dicked loser her husband is."

"I wouldn't want that either," I agreed. "You have the nicest dick I've ever had and you are far and away the most skilled lover. This all is basically just extended foreplay for us. It's just meant to excite us for each other. We are just using others for our own ends. I'd never humiliate you like that."

"I have to admit, I do like some of it, though," he said shyly. "I can't help it. It's humiliating to get those pictures of you and know some guy is going to be getting you. That part of the humiliation I like. Speaking of that, I was in a meeting the moment you sent the last picture, the picture of your reddened ass and his cum leaking down your legs. The second I opened it my boss looked right at me. I know he could see my face flush. At that exact moment I couldn't help but think of the fantasy of you and him. I swear he could read my mind or something because he just gave me a knowing smile and continued the meeting."

"Wow, yeah. I couldn't believe the part in the letter where you want me to do something with him. He's sixty something, right?"

"Actually, he's 58, I think. He just looks older because of his gray hair. I just get off on the thought of the age difference. Just the thought of my 27 year old wife pleasuring a guy 31 years older....wow. Do you know I also get off on the idea of you having sex with a younger guy, too?"

"Really? How young?"

"Well, legal, of course, so, at least 18. But the thought of you giving it to some guy like that, basically teaching him how to fuck an older slut, and him being able to get up over and over...instantly makes me hard."

"I can see that," I smiled as I stroked him through his pajama bottoms. "So these things make you excited still? You still want to continue?"

"Yes, if you can assure me that we'll do it so that both of us get off, not just you."

"You should already know that's true, but yes, I can promise I won't do anything where you won't be a total part of it."

"I like that. I want to be a part of it. But that doesn't mean you can't plan things, or do things without my knowledge beforehand, just as long as we have some hot sex right after it. I'm not saying you have to always text everything you are doing. Sometimes, in fact, I think the denial of information, the surprise or the teasing can ramp up the excitement for me."

"For example?"

"Well, let's say you are going to go out. You allow me to watch you dress, maybe even have me help pick out an outfit. The whole time you tease me with, "do you think some guy will like this one?" or, "can you imagine someone ripping these off me?" Then, I see you in the bathroom putting on makeup and perfume. You keep telling me things like, "I wonder if I'm going to suck some cock tonight," or, "I can't believe you are going to let so and so fuck your slut of a wife." The whole time, maybe for days before you tell me not to touch myself, and certainly not to cum until you get home from being fucked. That kind of denial really turns me on. I do not ever want to be the kind of cuckold that gets his cock caged or one where his wife tells him he'll never have sex with her again. What good is that? However, a little denial or teasing, can be very very good."

"I think so too. That's why I told you to deny yourself until Red was done with me. You see how that worked out," I grinned. 

"Speaking of him, are you going to see him again?"

"I hadn't thought about it. He asked, you know. I told him, "maybe." I really hadn't considered it fully. He did have a nice cock, but I pretty much just liked the scenario, the fantasy. We wanted to let me reward him for his work and that made the fantasy really hot. Seeing him again just to see him....well that isn't as exciting."

"You wouldn't consider him as part of the fantasy I have for you to take a lover?"

"Like I said, I really liked his cock but there are tons of guys with nice cocks. What made it special was the fantasy we both constructed. I guess it is possible we could have some more work done on the house," I winked.

His look of disappointment turned to an embarrassed smile.

"Don't worry, if you are still willing I'll most certainly make that fantasy come true for you."

He smiled broadly. "So what next?"

"You want me to go ahead?"

"Yes."

"I will. I think this will work better if we don't talk about it for now. I want you to know that yes, I'm going to do something, soon and that I want the surprise to be part of the excitement."

"Soon? How soon is soon?"

I knew I couldn't just string him along, it was only fair to give him some kind of time frame. "Let's say two weeks. In the next two weeks I plan to do another one of the fantasies on your list." 

That was all I'd tell him, no matter how much he begged. For the next few days our sex was frantic, we both got off to the dirty talk about what I'd done, or what I might do.

I had ideas in mind, I mean, he gave me a lot of options! Taking a lover for a short time? That was a thought that made me wet each time I thought about it but that would take time. That would take me meeting the right person for it. Going out to bars and picking up strangers? We both mentioned that consistently, but that was something we really should do together, with him in on it, if only for safety sake. I'd promised him something within two weeks. It had to be one of the other fantasies. One was fucking one of his friends, the other was doing something with his boss, Rob. Ryan actually made the decision for me, albeit without his knowledge. 

His friends generally hang out at our place. They drink, listen to loud music or they watch sporting events. I play the good hostess. Like I've said before, some of his friends are total foxes and more than one of them has tried to hit on me. Often, when I'm in the kitchen one of them will sneak in and grab me by my waist and twirl me around, often feeling me up in the process. I'm not sure there's still one of them left that hasn't "accidently" felt up my tits or pawed my ass. I've been drunkely propositioned more than a few times and often the flirting has an overtly sexual flair. His friends know I'm not a prude, that, and the way I dress around them, makes them swarm around me like bees to honey. I really had no concern that I couldn't make that happen the very next time they all got together. However, as luck would have it, they had nothing planned in the next two weeks. I know I could've suggested it to Ryan, but I also knew that would spoil any surprise I had in mind.

That left me with one option. In a way, it was one of the dirtiest, at least for me. The boss. I didn't have any doubt Rob wanted me. I had no doubt I could make it happen. However, the hard part for me would be the how. How could I do something with Ryan's boss? How could I make sure it would neither humiliate my husband to the point of quitting his job, or somehow lead to him getting fired? This was a tricky one. Ryan wanted some of the humiliation but not total and complete personal and professional embarrassment. I had to tread carefully on this one. I had to try and make sure it would stay as secret as possible. It would've been easy if Rob was married. I could just threaten to tell his wife and that would probably be enough to keep him quiet. However, he was widowed, his wife had passed away more than five years ago, just before Ryan started his job at the company. I sat home during the next few quickly passing days thinking about options. The more I thought, the wetter I'd get. Ryan was no help, he kept pestering me about what I had in mind. We were still fucking daily, still in the afterglow of the thing with Red. I knew it was close to the time I needed to cut him off, even though it would signal to him that something was up. In the meantime we continued to get each other off in the way that only we could do for each other.

Opportunity. That's all I needed. It came through no actions of mine. Ryan came home that Friday and said that he needed to be out of town on Sunday through Tuesday to take care of a work issue. That was Ryan's job. He was basically a field rep and he often went on these short, problem solving trips. I had to hold back the smile when he told me. I acted concerned and told him everything would be ok. Ryan bugged me until Sunday night about sex. He kept asking me if I was planning on fucking anyone while he was gone. I just smiled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I just kidded. I told him to not touch himself or jack off while he was gone. I told him that even if I had nothing planned that I felt we both needed him to be fully recharged when he got back.

I think it just excited him more, the possibilities of it all. I myself didn't take my own advice after I dropped Ryan off at the airport, I masturbated hard that night. I was thinking about what I might do with Rob, what I did with Red, and what I was going to be doing from now on.

I had a really dirty idea planned. It was borne out of what had happened at the BBQ with Rob before. I'd teased him with good looks at my tits and had basically showed off in front of him in my tight, way too short denim jean shorts. When I "apologized" to him for them riding up over my ass, he'd asked why I wore them and I had teased him that that was exactly why I'd worn them. I had a plan to use that discussion to make the fantasy happen. I knew he enjoyed the discussion about my wardrobe choices. I thought of an idea to let him see more of them. It was aburd, at least in a common sense way, it may also be a bit obscene, but I knew it would work. 

On Monday morning I gathered up some things from my dresser, put them in a bag. I put on a just above the knee skirt and a sharp, white blouse. It was professional, classy looking, while still being sexy. I put on my strap heels which I knew would have the desired effect later. I looked like either a classy secretary to a big wig, or a high priced call girl. Either way, I think it worked. I headed out. I'd debated on wearing panties at all but again, I decided that sometimes it is better when you see them coming off.

I arrived at Ryan's office building at 10:45 am. I knew their schedule, it was always the same. They had meetings until 11, then they went to their offices, worked until 12, had lunch, then went back to work at 1pm. If I figured right, this gave me two hours, all of which I thought I might need. I had the advantage of knowing the layout. I walked softly, past the secretarial area, which one can avoid by turning down the corridor first, which was bascially a "U" shape of offices. I could walk around their area and still get to the office I sought.

I was lucky the door was unlocked. I hadn't considered what I'd have done if it was. I snuck inside. I sat on the corner of the desk. I tried many different positions, trying to look sexy, I kept talking myself out of them. Finally, I just decided to lean against the desk, standing, with my hand on my hip. Rob burst in and stopped in his tracks. 

"Whoa, Erin. Sorry, didn't expect you this morning!"

That worried me. "Are you expecting someone else? I can come back...."

"No, that's not what I meant, I just meant Ryan is out of town and the last person I'd expect to see in my office would be his wife. So, what brings you in?" 

I could see him admiring the view. I know he was comparing this look to the one at the BBQ, he'd seen me enough times now to pretty much have seen all but the best parts.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked shyly. He nodded. "I'm worried about Ryan. I worried that he....oh god, I don't know how to say this. I'm worried that he doesn't find me attractive anymore. I'm worried he might be cheating on me," I said as I let a tear form in my eye.

"That's crazy. I know he thinks the world of you. He talks about you every day. Most of us get sick of hearing how great you are!" He laughed.

"Really? Is this trip he's on really a work thing?"

"Yes, it really is, I sent him there. Just calm down Erin, you know Ryan loves you."

I wiped away the tear. It surprised me how easy it was to fake it. "That doesn't explain why he hasn't touched me lately. I wonder if he thinks I'm sexy anymore."

"I can assure you he does, as well as every other red blooded american guy in this office," he said with embarrassed effort, as he loosened his tie. He was becoming uncomfortable with the way the discussion was going. That didn't stop him from ogling. I don't think his eyes ever left my top or my legs or went higher than my bustline the whole time. I wanted to grin. I knew I had him. He saw the bag at my feet.

"What have you brought?"

I babbled out that I wanted to surprise Ryan when he got back, that I wanted to get him interested again. I told him I had bought some outfits but that I didn't have anyone to show them to, to see if they think they are sexy or not. 

"I could only think of you, sir," I said, stammering. "I remember you mentioning my shorts at the BBQ...I just thought, I don't know...maybe...."

"Maybe what?" 

He was interested. He was right in front of me, his hand gently touched my arm, then softly lifted my chin so that our eyes met.

"I just see you as an experienced guy, someone who has been around. Plus, I trust you...."

"You mean old," he laughed. "Though, experienced, I like that, too. You trust me for what?"

I had him hooked, it was time to reel him in. "I don't know, maybe I've made a mistake...I came here with some sexy lingerie, outfits....you know. I wanted you to give me your opinion. I really want Ryan to go wild for them....but maybe that's asking too much....I should go...."

He responded so quickly it was comical. "No, No! Not at all, you are right, you can trust me. No one will know but us. Please, stay."

"Ok," I sniffed as if still unsure.

He quickly went to the office door, he placed a sign on the outer door handle and closed and locked it. He saw me looking. "It says, "in a conference call, do not disturb." Don't worry, I use it all the time, now is when I'm usually doing it anyway."

I almost chuckled when he said "doing it," because if I was correct, he actually would be, and soon.

He sat down on his comfortable bosses chair and swiveled around to me. "Go ahead dear. Show me what you brought. No one will disturb us, they know their job is on the line if they do when that sign is out. Go ahead," he urged me. "I'll give you my honest opinions."

"Ok," I said meekly. "Turn your head."

He said, "look, I'm going to be seeing you anyway, you might as well just get used to it."

I admired his boldness but I wanted it my way. "Please, at least until I'm comfortable, plus, I want to see that first look, that look of surprise, which should tell me all I need to know about whether it is sexy or not."

He reluctantly agreed. He swiveled his chair so he was facing away from me. I slipped out of my panties, then my blouse, then my skirt. I really wished I'd worn something simpler, easier to take off, I was watching the clock. The time was ticking. I could see him getting restless. To placate him I took my pink, lacy panties that I'd been wearing and I tossed it over his shoulder to him. He grunted his approval.

"These are what I was wearing," I said shyly. "They are my normal ones."

"Sexy, very sexy," he said in a low voice.

"You think so? I don't think Ryan even notices them," I lied even though it was Ryan himself who had picked them out for me.

"Yes, I like the color, the style...though I wish I could see them on you to be sure." 

I swear I saw him run them quickly under his nose when he thought I wasn't looking. I hurriedly put on the first outfit. It was a lilac Chemise. It was see through, but underneath I had on a black thong and a french cut black bra. I had him turn around. He let out a satisfied grunt.

"Oh yeah, that looks so pretty on you," he said, now sweating, his face was reddening. I had a feeling that wasn't the only place blood was flowing.

I turned and spun and modeled it for him. It allowed him to see through it and see all my curves. I think he particularly liked seeing the thong. It was more ass than he'd seen in years. Much to his chagrin I made him turn around again.

"That was just the first one. I want you to remember each one and tell me which ones are your favorites.....are you sure no one will bother us?"

"No, they won't. I'll remember the outfits, trust me. Go ahead to the next one."

I'd planned it so I would give him a little more each time. I quickly stripped and put on the next one. It was a red baby doll number, meshy and fully see through. It had red lacy panties and a red half bra underneath. He whistled low when he saw it. I got bolder. I walked up to him and pressed my tits together for him, like I was showing him what it would be like if he were Ryan. I put one foot up on his chair and teased him by running my hands under the baby doll, lifting it enticingly as i did so. I quickly turned and sashayed away from him.




Erin's World Ch. 02



I tried on several more outfits for him, mostly the sheerest, tiniest bra and panty sets. I twirled and danced around for him.

I had more outfits in mind but I saw the clock and it was already past 12:00. If I was going to make it happen I needed to move it. I knew I had to skip some outfits and give him the most revealing ones. He turned away. I got out the next one. It was a white teddy. It was cut down the front all the way to the navel in a large "V" shape. It covered only part of my tits at the top of the V. Only from the nipple outward were hidden, everthing else was on display. It rode up my pussy which exposed my lips through the thin material. In the back there was a large heart shape cut out of it which exposed a large part of the crack of my ass. I saw him shift uncomfortably in his chair. This one really got to him. His tie came off, he unbuttoned the top few buttons for relief.

"You like this one?" I said as I smiled shyly.

"Very much," he stuttered.

"It's not...you know...too much?" I asked with a peep. I wasn't sure he'd buy the whole scared, innocent act, especially after all the times he'd seen me dressed to thrill, like at the BBQ but I began to suspect maybe we just both playing the game. 

"You are trying to turn him on, aren't you? Well then, I'd say it's not too much."

I acted relieved and like I was starting to open up and enjoy it. I asked him, "Do you want me to show you what I want to do with Ryan when I have this on?" He nodded vigorously. 

"Ok, but only because you've been so good to do this for me," I said. 

I bent over for him and backed into him. I sat on his lap, my back to him. I ground my ass onto him slowly while bending over. The bottom of the heart shape allowed most of my ass to be on display for him. I could feel him harden under me. I was getting him worked up as I'd hoped. His hands were on my hips, he was "helping me" grind on him. I did that for quite a while. He sighed when I got off of him. I winked at him. "Let me show you one more," I giggled. 

I caught him sneaking a glance at me while I stripped down. I called him a naughty boy, reluctantly he turned away. The last outfit I had time for was the one I knew I'd have to clinch the deal with. It was a lavender open front shelf bra. That meant my tits were basically just resting on top of material which supported them from underneath. Everything would be open to him. Underneath I had matching garters which hooked onto lacy boyshorts. There was a slit running down the front, which allowed "easy access" although they weren't quite crotchless.

I told him to turn around. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He was fidgeting uncomfortably. I came up to him. I leaned in close. 

"This is what I want to do with Ryan."

My tits were right in front of his face. I slid down his face, allowing my tits to rub their nakedness on him all the way down to his crotch. I heard him exhale loudly. I stopped with my head resting on the tent in his pants.

"Oh my," I exclaimed. "Did I do this? Do I even need to ask you which was your favorite?"

He just nodded with the goofiest, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world," kind of grin. I wondered about my plan now. I'd enticed him with the sexiest outfits I could muster but he wasn't attacking me as I'd figured. "Fuck," I cursed to myself, "I've found the one true gentleman in the world."

I started to put the things back in the bag. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him stroking his cock through his pants, he'd stop when I'd turn to him. 

"Well, thank you so much, sir. You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?"

"Of course not," he said with some discomfort, his cock was straining to get out.

"Good, because that would be bad if it got back to Ryan. I don't know what I'd do if he found out you got to see me....like this," I said as I turned to him with my tits still out, my nipples hard and proud. I held them in my hands for him and I tweaked my nipples for him. I sighed, it sent electrical jolts straight to my pussy.

"Ryan is a lucky man. Hell, if those things don't turn him on and make him fuck the heck out of you...."

"Then what?" I asked, hopefully.

"Well, I'm sure you could find someone who would."

"Someone? Someone like you?" I said with a sly grin.

"Hell yeah, I want to, I mean I'd love to, if you weren't married."

"Wow, you think I'm sexy? That's so wonderful of you to say," I gushed. 

"Honestly, I'm so hard right now...I can't remember the last time I was so hard," he said. He was in pain. I had my opportunity.

"I'm so sorry," I said as I walked up to him. I was still in full slut regalia, the open front bra, the garters, stockings and boyshorts. I knelt in front of him. I looked him deeply in his eyes. I could see the lust, the pain, the need. I slid my hand up his leg, stopping just short of his balls, he jumped when I pulled up short.

I giggled. "Wow, you are in quite a state there."

"I know, I'm going to have to go to the restroom and masturbate the minute you leave."

"So you like this outfit the best? You won't tell anyone you saw me like this?"

He nodded. He was stroking his cock through his pants still as I was on my knees in front of him. 

"If you promise not to tell about this, any of this, maybe I can help you out. Let's call it buying your silence."

He looked at me with intense need. "How can you help?"

I grabbed his erection with my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Trust me," I grinned. "Let me hear your promise."

"I promise!"

"You promise what? You promise not to tell that you saw me in sexy lingerie?"

"Yes, yes, I promise!"

I unzipped his pants carefully. I took out his cock. I stroked it gently. "You promise not to tell anyone about this, either?"

"Not a soul."

I slipped my mouth over his cock as he gasped loudly. I sucked him gently at first until I looked at the clock. It was 12:45. I had to let him get off, and quickly. I tickled his balls with my hands as I sucked him. I brought him closer by swirling my tongue around the head as I engulfed him. He was squirming wildly. I had him on edge. I glanced at the wall mirror. There I was, barely dressed, my tits out, my ass swaying with each thrust of my mouth sucking the cock of my husband's boss. That thought was interrupted as he grasped my head in reaction to his impending explosion. 

I pulled off quickly and asked him, "do you promise not to tell anyone that I sucked you off in your office?"

He groaned and tried to get my mouth back on him so he could cum. I gripped the head tightly and held him off. "Tell me."

"I promise, I won't tell anyone you sucked me!" He wailed in agony. 

I added one last twist, which I think helped get him off. 

"Or that I swallowed your cum like a good slut?"

"Yes, yes! I promise!"

I slipped over his cockhead and released the pressure in my grip. I was rewarded with his overdue spurts. Over and over he filled me with his spunk. I slurped and lapped it up eagerly. Finally, he was spent.

"Oh my god, that was great," he said. "I haven't had sex since my wife died."

That made me sad, it touched me. I kissed his cock softly and licked it. "I'm glad I could be the one to give that pleasure back to you, sir."

I looked at the clock. 12:55, we had cut it very close. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to give Ryan something he'd recognize. I asked Rob to take a picture on my phone. He asked why. I didn't answer. He did it anyway. I knelt in the corner of the room, in front of a plant that was in front of the wall mirror. I knew Ryan would recognize where it was, he'd been in and out of Rob's office for five years now. I was on my knees, my tits exposed in the exotic lingerie. I put my hands on my knees. I looked up into the camera as Rob's cum dribbled out the sides of my mouth. Rob stood directly over me and clicked a picture. It turned out perfectly. I was looking up in the camera, my head tilted to the side, my eyes slightly lowered. It appeared as I'd desired, a picture of some submissive slut who just sucked some guy's cock.

He asked again, "why would you want a picture out there like that? What if Ryan or somebody sees it?"

I said, "that's why I want it. I'm going to let you have a copy. I know you promised to keep this a secret and all. But I know how guys are when they are hard and excited, they'll promise anything. I know better. I know it isn't that easy. I'm giving you this picture so that when I need to continue to buy your silence it will give me the motivation I need to make sure it happens."

He looked puzzled. "But if you don't give me the picture I wouldn't be able to blackmail you like that."

I leaned in and squeezed his cock. "But then you also wouldn't get your cock sucked when you need it, get it? I'd be scared to leave it like this. I think I need to make sure I have to continue to convince you to be silent. If you didn't have something like that on me, I think I'd be too scared to come back. Don't think of it as blackmail, think of it simply as motivation."

I gave him my number. I said, "send that picture to me in a text every time you want, need, have to have your cock sucked and I'll have to do it. Every time. If I tell you I can't, or that I'm busy with something then you motivate me with the picture, or just the mere mention of it. You just text and tell me where and when and I'll have to be there or you'll show the picture to Ryan and everyone else."

"Can I tell you what to wear also?" he asked excitedly.

"Or what not to wear," I winked. I left him with that thought. In the car I sent the picture to Ryan with the caption, "Your boss now knows what it's like to cum in your wife's mouth."

He texted back immediately. "Oh my god!"

We had a long, horny phone sex session that night, though much to his credit, Ryan didn't allow himself to cum until he could cum inside his cocksucking wife. He got more than he bargained for when I met him the next evening at the airport. He got in the car, I was grinning wickedly.

He saw it, "What? What have you done?" He asked excitedly.

I'd told him the night before how I'd made sure Rob now had the goods on me so that we could continue that. "Well, turns out the old guy is randy," I giggled. "Just before I drove here he texted me the picture. He knew you weren't going to be back until now."

I showed him Rob's text. "Meet me, 5:45. 4th Floor men's room, just off the elevator. Wear the red teddy, skip the underwear. Cover it up with a coat."

Ryan mouthed a suprised "wow."

"I know. I didn't know if he'd take advantage of the fact that he had one more day where you weren't home but he did. I think I might have unleashed a monster," I chuckled. 

"Were you excited by the text? Did it turn you on he wanted you again?"

"Yes, very much. I knew how hot that would make both of us. I wanted to gauge his commitment to it, though. I texted him back that I wasn't sure I had time, that I was getting ready to pick you up. But he came through. He texted back that it would be a shame if one of the secretaries in the office checked his phone for messages, which he said they often do, and would run across the picture."

"And?" Ryan asked excitedly.

"And I found myself back in the building in a long coat. I had to walk past several of your coworkers, I'm sure they wondered why I was there. Hopefully, they will think I was there to meet you, hopefully they'll forget you weren't going to be back until later. If not, oh well," I grinned. 

"Fuck, that could be humiliating," Ryan sighed.

"Do you like that?" I asked hopefully. "We both know that it always is possible that it could blow up in our faces. Are you willing to risk it?"

"I think so," he said with just a bit of discomfort. "Just because you do it doesn't mean they can prove it, except for the Boss, but I really don't think he's the type that would reveal anything, especially if it ruins his chances with you. Just the fact that we're dancing on the edge, though, makes it hot. Oh god, I just had a thought.

"What is it, baby?"

"What if he makes you suck his dick somewhere in the office, while I'm working?"

"Would you like that?" I purred while I stroked his rock hardness. He was starting to really think these things through. I'd already calculated that in my head. I had already played out numerous possibilites. He was starting to think like me. He was new at all this, but he was coming around.

"That's just so fucking hot...and dangerous. You'd really have to work it out and be careful. It's not like I'd want you to stumble out of his office with your blouse open and your face dripping his cum. But, secretly, to be doing it as everyone goes about their business, then, wow. Anyway, what happened with Rob?"

"I sucked him off while he sat on the toilet. He made me get on my knees, dressed like a total slut. My tits, pussy and ass open to view while I sucked him off on that cold, dirty bathroom floor. He felt me up good, too, baby before, during and after. He only let me go after I told him I had to come get you. I was dripping his cum out of my mouth onto my tits. I wanted you to see it like that."

I opened my top to show him the dry, crusted cum on me. He gasped in appreciation.

"He felt me up after, and got my juices all over his fingers, baby," I cooed. "He whispered that he wants to fuck that pussy."

"Wow, I mean, I know I asked you to do it, but wow. Hearing it sounds so fucking dirty. My boss fucking my wife, cumming in her slut pussy. That's just a big, fat, dirty, wow."

I kissed Ryan deeply, he didn't resist. "Can you taste him?"

"Yessss," Ryan hissed. "Fuck."

"I think your boss is going to take more advantage of me than I intended," I grinned.

"God, probably so. Is he going to be your new regular lover?"

"It wasn't my intention. The picture and the blackmail was kind of a spur of the moment thing. I just had that wicked idea come to me and I thought we'd both get off on it. Plus, I knew I didn't have time to fuck him that first time so I thought that it might be the only way to insure that it actually happened. Are you ok with that, baby?"

"I guess we don't have a choice now," he said lustily. "So he came in you two days in a row? Wow, guess old guys can still perform."

"I know. Are you sure you want to continue this?"

"Yes, but help me with it. Help me get through it. Make me excited by it, tease me with it, taunt me, get me so worked up that I need it as much as you do."

"I certainly will if that's what you want."

He answered me by fucking me for half the night. There were still so many fantasies ahead. I wondered if we both could take it. Just before we went to sleep he told me, "I have a few more fantasies I might be able to add." I just told him to write them down as well. That thought kept me up rubbing myself as he dropped into an exhausted, blissful sleep.

{End of Erin's World-2}



Erin's World Ch. 03



The new life change was overwhelming. We were both on edge. Ryan would ask me daily about whether or not I thought Rob would want to use me that day. Often, I'd barely woken up. We'd then snap at each other for awhile before we'd just smile and realize what was really behind it. We both were totally excited by the things that had transpired but we also knew that we needed to occasionally slow things down or else the heat we were creating would cause us to spontaneously combust. We both agreed we needed to not get off for awhile so that we could both recover from our constant lovemaking as well as rekindle the passion to do some of the other things we wanted. We did agree though, that if Rob called, I'd do what I was expected to do. We talked about that at some length, it only got us worked up again.

The work week went by quickly. Our idea was working, we talked about it every night, we both felt the heat, the desire and the excitement building again. It helped that Rob hadn't "bothered" us. I think the fact that Ryan was around again kept him at bay. I had been worried about that after the 2nd time, when he made me dress up in my lingerie under a coat and meet him in the company bathroom. I knew he had the full capacity to be perverted, which kind of surprised me so I knew he had the potential. By the weekend Ryan was incredibly horny. I don't think we'd taken that long off without sex since we'd been married. He couldn't keep his hands off me.

"Cmon babe, it's been long enough, I have to have it."

I was horny too, I couldn't deny it but his horniness opened up opportunity so I used it to our advantage.

"Ok babe, you can fuck me...or we can do something else."

His hands were all over me. He was kissing my neck passionately. My own lust was growing. I started to moan. 

"And what would that be, you wicked woman?" He said in a hoarse whisper.

I began to think that maybe he was playing me as much as I was him. "Just a fantasy of yours...perhaps."

"Oh man, I'm so fucking ready for something. Did Rob call you? Are you going to fuck him this time? When are you supposed to meet him?"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. I haven't heard from Rob. I was thinking more of something....different," I said as I smiled wickedly.

"Wow, like what? Should I even know?"

"Yes, this one you'll need to know beforehand. But you are sure you are ready?"

He rubbed his crotch. "I think you've got me ready for anything, babe."

"Well, I was thinking of your stranger fantasy. The bar thing."

"Oh man, I think about that all the time. What are you thinking?"

"Oh, I have some ideas. But, I'll keep some of them to myself. What I was thinking, though, was you taking me to a bar and you let me go in first. I know you've read hundreds of stories like that on your porn sites, but this time, it's real, this time it's your wife."

He nodded excitedly. "So, I wear something slutty. I go in and sit down and hopefully get hit on by a number of guys."

"Oh you will, you could wear a burlap sack and attract guys, honey."

I laughed. "Well, I have some better outfits than a burlap sack but thanks, sweetie! So, I sit there for awhile, maybe let them ply me with drinks. You'll be inside by that time, you'll find yourself a good vantage point. Maybe I'll wear something that flashes a lot of leg so I can see you watch other guys trying to catch a glimpse of my panties...if I wear them."

"That sounds so great. I'm so nervous, though. Is that to be expected?"

"Nervous because your wife is going to go to a bar dressed like she's easy, let guys hit on her and buy her drinks, then let them do god knows what to her? Yeah, I'd say that's a normal reaction," I giggled.

"You know what I mean, though. I'm nervous, but excited as hell. What are you going to let someone do? Are you going to suck them? Are you going to let them fuck you?"

"Slow down, cowboy! I said some of it should be a surprise. You like these surprises don't you baby?"

"I do, but gawd, you have to give me something...anything."

"I am. I'm going to let you help pick out an outfit you think a guy would want to rip off of me," I grinned.

We both bolted to the bedroom. We went through my closet and he tossed potentials onto the bed as I sat there.

"Honey, some of these things are great, but are you sure you want that on me in public? Remember, pick something you want a bunch of other guys to see."

Reluctantly he took back some of the outfits that were meant to be best left in the bedroom. I teased him as he'd grab another outfit.

"Mmm, I bet I'd look good in that one, on my knees sucking on some strange cock. Wouldn't I, baby? They'd be able to see all the way down the front and see my titties. I like that one."

His eyes would shoot daggers at me at first but then he'd sheepishly smile. I knew he liked the thought, too.

"Don't you think I should wear one that really shows a lot of my ass, my curves? I feel like that's something a guy will want from me tonight, he'll want to see my ass. Pick something that really shows it off nicely."

He'd blush but then he'd pick an appropriately themed one. 

"Mmm, I can't wait to get a strange cock in my mouth tonight, baby," I cooed.

"Is that what you are planning on, just sucking them off?" 

"What do you mean, just. You don't think they'd love that?"

"Of course they'd love it. I'm just asking."

"Maybe. I'm not saying. But I guarantee that I'll be sucking on his cock, even if it is just the preliminaries."

He'd laid out three different outfits after we weeded out the others. I kicked him out of the room. I told him I'd make the final choice with the final decision being based on whether or not I thought it gave guys enough to look at and whether or not it had the, "rip it off me," factor.

The little black dress. So simple, yet so sexy. It was a mid length cocktail type dress. It had a plunging neckling which was highlighted by an interlaced pattern that matched the bottom hem. It was airy and it stuck out at the sides due to its ruffly nature. I lifted it in the mirror which flashed my nakedness. It was so light, so airy, it wouldn't take much for it to be lifted to reveal what I had underneath. It was loose enough on top that anyone taller, looking down, could see my tits. I wasn't going to impede anyone's view of them this time. I also chose not to wear panties, adding to the danger of wearing the easily fluttering dress. I did so mostly so that Ryan would know I was naked under the dress so that he could appreciate the views in the bar.

We headed out. He wasn't sure which bar to pick. He wanted upscale, basically places where businessmen hang out. 

"Are you sure? You don't want your wife giving it away to some guy from a country bar, some local dive or a biker bar?" I was just asking, it was mostly his fantasy. I was just trying to interject some of my own fantasy into it. I thought just by bringing it up he could choose which type of guy he was basically giving his wife away to. Did he want a businessman, a cowboy, a local, or a biker having his wife?

He knew I didn't care much for dancing so nightclubs were pretty much ruled out. We drove for awhile before we pulled into Martini bar. I had never been there before. Ryan said that some of his coworkers took him there once for a liquid lunch. I shrugged, as long as there were sexy men in there it didn't much matter. I was so horny I just wanted to do it, then end up at home for a epic fuck session with Ryan. I'm sure that's what we both wanted. 

Ryan let me go in. The place was dark at first. There was a jazz trio playing in the corner. It wasn't like the bars I was used to, the music wasn't loud, or thumping, it was soft, smooth, sensual even. There were many stools at the bar, which I thought was a bad sign, but I did notice several older guys in business suits sitting there, as well as a few more groups, mostly guys, sitting in booths along the side. I sauntered in and sat down. I felt almost instantly that I was the center of attention. In the bar mirror I slyly spotted the eyes of many of the guys looking my way. I was sitting on the stool carefully. I had to make sure that I'd tucked my dress in enough so that it didn't just ride up and show everything. The bartender came up smiling.

"Hey beautiful, what'll you have?" 

He was a young guy with short, black spiky hair. I'd guess he was barely 21 or 22.

"I don't know much about martinis, make me one of your specialty ones. I like fruit, so anything flavored like that.

He brought me something called "a very sexy martini," it had vodka, lime juice, raspberries, syrup and mint leaves. He smiled as he handed it to me. "Very sexy martini for a very sexy lady." 

It was totally delicious and really strong, which I think he did on purpose. I could feel the alcohol warm me, that, along with the music made the first drink go down easily. It must've been 15 minutes before I checked behind me to see if Ryan had made it in. He had, he was alone in a booth in the corner. It was the same corner of the bar I was sitting. He was right behind me, basically 10 feet away. I smiled into the mirror as I caught him looking at me. I winked. I went to order my second martini when Sam, the bartender, told me it was already paid for. One of the nattily clad businessmen slid down to the seat next to me. I thanked him for the drink. He chatted me up for awhile. I knew that between the music, Ryan could hear most of it. He was mostly boring. He talked about himself, how great his job was, how much money he made, how his wife didn't understand him and how he had "ideas" that could revolutionize his business. He told me all this in the ten minutes I'd known him. 

I turned away from him when someone sat down two stools from me on the other side. It was Ryan. He was saving me. He tried to buy the next drink but Sam told him that someone else had. It was a guy from one of the booths. He got up from his friends and shook my hand sweetly. He sat on the stool between Ryan and I. He was very flirty and complimentary of me, my hair, my dress, my legs. I knew Ryan was eating it up because he could hear it all. His name was Trevor. He was in town visiting his friends. He motioned at them so I turned and waved at them all. I know the rotating in my chair gave them a nice look at my legs, far far up my legs. He was nice, even if he was on the prowl. I was comfortable with him. He made me laugh. He and Ryan also made small talk before Trevor started to protect his prey. It was cute, he was shutting my own husband down so he could claim me as his own. I'm sure it pissed off and inflamed Ryan at the same time.

Trevor had his hand on my legs by the time I finished the second drink and began working on the third. I love buzzed fucking but I do not like being drunk. On occasion, when Trevor wasn't looking, I'd dump some of the drink down the bar glass sink in front of us, or, I'd secretly add some of my drinking water to it to dilute it. I wasn't going to fuck this up by being too drunk to enjoy it. Trevor's hand inched up my thighs until I either had to stop him or let him find out I wasn't wearing panties. I excused myself. I walked to the restroom. Ryan caught me on the way out.

"Is that going to be the guy? I think he's kind of a jerk, really."

I laughed, "He's a jerk because he wants to fuck your wife, silly man? He was just claiming me for his own. I don't think he's the type that would share me, like some guys," I teased.

"Ouch," Ryan said with a wince. 

"Stop, you're going to love it. I think I am, too. Go back to your booth like you gave up. Let him be more forward with me, let's see if he resonds."

Ryan reluctantly agreed. I walked back first, Ryan came back later. In the meantime, Trevor had leaned in. His chat had become more seductive, lower in tone, many of the things he said he whispered in my ear, as lovers do. It made my skin tingle, it gave me goosebumps. It also hardened my nipples, which I know he took notice of. Once or twice he brushed them with the back of his hand as he withdrew his hand from my leg, or when making a point with his hands. I knew it wasn't accidental, but it was driving me crazy. My pussy was now wet, and since I didn't have underwear, I had to be careful that it wouldn't be obvious. Soon, the back of his hand would just rest on my tit as he leaned in, he didn't even bother removing it. I couldn't resist sliding my hand to his leg, then to his crotch as we both got heated up. His hand went back to my leg and soon found its way to the top. His expression was priceless when he realized my pussy was unobstructed. I let him graze across it a few seconds before pushing the material down, denying him.

Sam kept flirting too, he took every opportunity when Trevor was either in the bathroom or back chatting with friends to talk me up. It was cute, he was adorable. He was just a horny college kid trying to flirt with an older woman. It didn't help my pussy any. I could feel it ache. Something had to happen soon. I didn't think I could take it much longer and I knew Ryan couldn't either. I got lucky, again. It seems Trevor's friends weren't as excited about the hot woman at the bar as he was, probably mostly because they knew they had no chance at me now. They were pressing him to leave. He kept trying to get my number. I told him no, numerous times but allowed and encouraged the continuous flirting. Sam overheard one of my "no's" and approached us. 

"Sir, the lady said no several times. We don't need our customers uncomfortable here. Are you ok, miss?"

"I'm fine, Sam, thanks for asking," I said, smiling sweetly into his jet black eyes.

It irritated Trevor but his friends were gathering their things to leave and then he was getting hassled by the bartender. I could see he was about to call me a fucking tease and be done with it. It was now or never.

"So, no number eh? I get it. You just like the attention," he said with resignation.

"You've got to give me something," he begged. "You're so fucking hot, you've got me so worked up."

"I do, do I?" I teased. "I like attention," I grinned. "But that's not all I enjoy," I giggled. 

His eyes changed. 

"I'm not into the giving out numbers thing, as you can probably guess, I'm married."

"Yeah, I figured," said Trevor, seeing his hopes vanish. "It looks like I have to go, anyway. My ride is getting very impatient."

I leaned in to him and whispered in his ear. "I'm married, I like attention, but I also like nice hard cocks. If you want your cock sucked like I want to suck it, wait five minutes, then meet me in the ladies room."

I walked away and gave Ryan a wink on the way by. He started to rise but I gave him, "the look." He knew not to follow.

It was probably only two minutes before there was a soft tap on the door. It was a small bathroom. It was one of those single ones with one toilet and one sink and you have to lock the door when you use it. I quickly pulled him in. I shoved him over to the sink. He sat on it. I knelt down in front of him. 

"Give it to me, take that cock out," I growled. I wanted it from the first time my hand touched it. He took it out. It was long, perfectly curved, the skin on it looked soft and wonderful. Standing, I just bent at the waist and took his head in my mouth. 

"Fuck, fuck yeah," he panted. "I thought you were going to be a tease."

"I'm no tease," I said between sucks. 

"I can see that now," he grunted as I worked my magic on him. This wasn't about foreplay or stamina, he wanted to cum in my slut mouth as bad as I wanted him to do it.

I pulled off him quickly and smiled. "Since you've been dying to see it all night the least I can do is let you see it once before this is over."

I slipped off the dress, it was all I was wearing besides my jewelry and my shoes. He gasped and his hands pawed at me with delight. I continued my assault on his cock. The whole room was mirrored, I could see me sucking his cock from every angle. I was a naked, cock hungry slut and some strange guy was going to bust in my mouth. My pussy couldn't have been wetter. He was watching me too, he could see me from all angles, it got him off. He busted his nut in my willing mouth. He nearly choked me. I gave up trying to swallow and just let gobs and gobs of it hit me and pour down my skin.

He just gave me a look of wonder, mixed with embarrassment. He quickly thanked me and bolted. I was still standing there, naked, his cum fresh on me and he was gone. I just smirked, "that went well." I dressed, cleaned myself off and returned to the bar. 

Ryan was back on the stool at the bar, Trevor and his friends were gone, but were sharing a sexy story, no doubt. Sam smiled when he saw me and offered me another drink. I declined. He was so fucking cute in his puffy white shirt, black bow tie and black silky pants. It was the club uniform, no doubt, but he looked like a very sexy groom or groomsman in it. Ryan was chatting me up, I saw Sam eyeing him. I thought I saw jealousy in his eyes. I had to laugh at that, some guy jealous of my own husband's attentions. Ryan got up to go to the bathroom. Sam moved in.

"That guy, is he bugging you?"

"Sam, just because guys flirt, doesn't mean they are all bad," I laughed.

"I'm just asking because I think...well, I don't think he's a stranger to you."

"You don't?" I asked with curiousity.

"No, in fact, I'd bet he's probably your boyfriend, or maybe even your husband."

"He's what?" I said, acting surprised. "Why do you say that?"

"Look, I may be young...but the way you two interact, the way you look at each other...the game...."

"What game?"

"I've seen it so often. Woman goes into a bar, her husband comes in after. She flirts with a guy or two, she shuts them down, then they go home after and fuck like rabbits."

"You think that's what's going on here?" I asked, surprised at how clever he was.

He just smiled as Ryan returned. This was interesting now. I'd had in mind to take Ryan home after sucking Trevor's cock and showing him what a slut wife he had but now I hesitated.

Ryan asked me what happened when I disappeared. I told him I couldn't tell him right then. I told him something else came up and if he trusts me and if he wants tonight to be special that he should just go home, or drive around, or whatever, until I call him. I saw the fire in his eyes as he left. I wasn't sure how much of it was anger, how much was frustration, or how much was desire.

Sam returned with a drink, a free one, from him. I didn't dilute this one. I needed another drink to let me go through with the idea.

"Sheesh, that guy finally left," I huffed. "He was relentless."

Sam just nodded, but added a little smirk.

We talked when we could for the next hour or so, it was past one am, the bar was getting barer by the minute. I kept leaning forward when we talked. I wanted him to see "the girls" as much as he could. He also touched my hands when we talked, they were strong, but soft. The band was on their last set. I really had no feel for Sam, I knew how to flirt and I knew when guys were interested but I really couldn't gauge if he was interested in me, "like that." I didn't know if his idea that I was married might be an obstacle. I knew there was only one way to find out.

"Well, it's getting late," I said with an exaggerated yawn. "I guess I should be going."

"Aw," said Sam. "Do you really have to? What about one more drink?"

"No, no, really, that's enough. I hate being too drunk."

"Too drunk, too drunk for what?" He asked with a smile.

"Too drunk for, you know, whatever," I giggled.

"One more, just one?"

"No, I really shouldn't. You've been so nice, thanks for the drink and the chat, I enjoyed it."

"Will you be coming back any time soon?" He asked hopefully.

"I doubt it," I said sincerely. "This is probably my first, and last visit."




Erin's World Ch. 03



"Bummer," said Sam, the disappointment evident.

I thought that was it. There was an awkward silence. I slumped my shoulders. I picked up my purse and headed to the door.

"Wait, wait," Sam said as he rushed up from behind me. He softly took me by the elbow. "It's my break, stay until that's over?"

He saw me hesitate. "Come on. We'll go out back. It's a beautiful night..." he leaned and whispered to me. "I have a joint, do you smoke?"

I did, occasionally, but I didn't care it gave me what I love the most, opportunity. He took me out the back door of the bar by the hand. He leaned against a car and lit up the joint. We passed it back and forth. The warm breeze felt wonderful but for some reason it didn't soften my nipples any, they were threatening to bust through the material. My pussy hadn't cooled down either.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?"

"Aw, you are so sweet."

"You really aren't going to come back?"

"I doubt it, I don't live near here, I really don't get out this way much."

"Not even to see me?" He said hopefully.

I smiled. "I can see you now."

I was hoping he was good with hints. He grinned. "I can see you, too. That dress is so sexy. I'm sure you are aware, but when you are leaning in, like you were when we were talking earlier....I can pretty much see what you have."

I blushed. Even though I'd done it on purpose, the thought of letting men see my tits on purpose made me feel that wonderful shame.

"I'm sure you meant that, though," he laughed softly.

I grinned. "When a woman dresses like this, then yes, yes she does."

"Why? I mean why let guys like me see them, or that one Trevor guy. I know he saw them, in fact, there's a mirror on the back wall too. I could see his hand under your dress. Why do all that then shut the guy down? I never understood that. Why tease, if it isn't meant to excite the both of you for later?"

"Who says I shut anyone down?" I said with an embarrassed smile.

"What? What are you saying, that that one guy and you....? No way, I don't believe that."

I just winked, he had no idea if I was lying or not. "Believe me, I'm far from a tease, when I want something, I generally get it."

"Then there was that other guy who I said might be your husband. I really thought I had that one nailed, but, usually the women that play that game are long gone and home with their husbands by now. I could've sworn it, though. It looked so familiar.

"Well, I am married, as I'm sure you could guess."

"Yes, I figured," said Sam, with the same look of defeat that Trevor had shown earlier. 

"But I'm still here," I hinted.

"Yes, why are you here then?" He asked, laying it out there.

I looked around, it was dark, the backlot was nearly vacant. I stepped into him and kissed him deeply. "For this," I panted.

He immediately responded. He kissed me passionately and with an expertise I didn't expect. I guided his hands to my tits. He played with them through the material. I rubbed his cock through his pants. It felt so good I knew where I needed it. 

"Fuck it," I said in a hiss as I stepped away from him. I peeled off the dress in front of him. "Does it look like I'm going to shut you down?" I giggled. He attacked me. He picked me up and turned me so that he could sit me on the hood of the car. He stepped between my legs, he spread me open. He started to unbuckle his pants. Suddenly, a door opened around the corner. Someone yelled, "Sam, dude, get the fuck in here, we're closing in 15 minutes."

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck," he said. He looked at me, my legs were spread, my pussy was open for him. We were both on fire for each other. He looked at his watch. It had been more than twenty minutes. 

"Fuck it, I'm too hot," he spat and he unzipped his pants. "I know they are going to fire me, but who cares, I have to have it."

I stopped him. "I'm not going to get you fired. I got off the car I put my dress back on. I pushed him back towards the bar. He protested the whole time. Once he relented he kept begging me to stay, to give him my number, to meet. I just kept shushing him and sent him back to work. The door closed, leaving my chest heaving and my pussy longing. I knew he thought I'd be gone. It actually gave me some time. I texted Ryan.

"So, how does my horny husband like his fantasy so far?" I wrote.

"Why, what happened?"

"You know that guy that was all over me all night? I sucked him off in the bathroom, just like one the fantasies you liked."

"Wow, really? I thought he left before I did."

"I sucked him off while you were there, silly. You can't even tell when your wife has cum on her?"

"Oh my god," he wrote. "That sounds fantastic. Was it?"

"Oh my god, it was so dirty, just like I think you'll like, I'll tell you later."

"Ok, hurry, my cock is so hard."

"I'm sure it is. Say honey, you know that fantasy you had...the one about where she sucks some guy off in the bathroom....and then comes back in the bar?"

"Yeah?"

"And the one where she's in the bar and some guy takes her out back and fucks the shit out of her?"

"Oh my god, you need to stop. This is killing me. That one is particularly dirty."

"Well, would it be dirtier if she did both?"

"Both? Both what?"

"If the wife sucked a cock in the restroom, came back in the bar, picked up some guy and let him fuck her outside the bar?"

"Fuck...."

"Honey, are you ok?" I asked.

"My cock could cut glass right now. Are you serious?"

"Hang on for at least another hour, ok, then you can bang me full until your cum leaks out of my eyes, k?"

"Fuck, ok, hurry."

I waited in the dark. It was well past two now. My dripping pussy was still throbbing but at least my heart rate had slowed. Around the corner I saw car after car leave. It suddenly hit me that perhaps this wasn't Sam's car we were about to fuck on. I thought, "How embarrassing would that be, to wait for him to fuck me, then miss him as he drives away?"

I cursed myself for being so stupid. I ran around to the front, the cars were gone. "Fuck," I said in disgust. I was alone, my thin slut dress barely holding me in. In my heels I was clearly advertising who I was, what I wanted. It looked like I was going to go home empty, literally empty. I knew it wouldn't look good for me to be dressed like this, hanging around a closed bar. Hell, I could get arrested for prostitution. I saw a 7-11 down the street. I'd call Ryan along the way. I thought of something. I remembered that Sam had left the unfinished joint on the hood of the car in the back. I thought I needed it now, I wasn't going to let it go to waste. I walked around to the back and grabbed the joint. Suddenly, the car lights came on and blinded me. Sam jumped out of the car.

"Fuck, I can't believe you waited," he said excitedly. 

"I thought you left," I said, now flushed.

"I almost did, just a minute ago, I was just sitting here moping that I'd let the most beautiful woman go without fucking her."

I noticed his car was pointed at the drive heading the other direction. He was right, we were seconds from missing each other.

"I think it's fate," I grinned. 

"I know you are married, won't your husband wonder where you are?"

"Why should he? He's waiting at home to devour me, after some young guy ravishes me. Oh wait, you said the women just tease and leave with their husbands."

"Stop, I was just guessing that was the case. So I was wrong."

He thought I was kidding. I didn't care. I peeled the dress off again. "I need it so bad," I moaned into his ear.

"Me too," he groaned. He picked me up again and put me back on the hood. "Where were we? Oh yeah. I was between your legs about to give you a good fucking."

"Mmm, I hope so," I purred.

He fucked me long and hard, he had me dancing my ass all over his hood. The end of the hood was curved, it was an old car, a beat up old classic, I kept sliding down the curve right onto his cock. I'm betting he'd done it before. He was expert at meeting me at the bottom of the slide with a perfect thrust upward. I think my eyes were rolling back in my head. His young, tight body was urgent, insistent. He was going to have his way with me, however he wanted it. My pussy was so wet it was almost embarrassing. He kept hammering his cock home. I begged him for it each time. He wanted something else. he picked me up again. I was still impaled on his cock. I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to the wall of the bar. He put my back against the cold, hard bricks and continued to pound me. Gravity made me sink deeply onto his cock. his strong arms held me, lifted me, then pulled me down onto him, over and over. I lost count of my orgasms, I'd never been fucked like that before, I'd most certainly remember to do it again. Finally, he ejaculated in me. Spasm after spasm. He held me firmly as he emptied fully into me. I whimpered my approval. He kept me pinned against the wall as we kissed like long lost lovers as we recovered. Eventually, his cock softened and he slipped out. I groaned in disappointment that it was over.

We smoked the rest of the joint as we sat there, naked, on the cement at the back of the bar.

"Can I have your number now?" He grinned sheepishly.

I giggled, "I'll have to ask my husband." Again, he thought I was just teasing him. I leaned over and cleaned his cock lovingly with my tongue, if only to thank it for treating my pussy so well.

We got up, dressed and it was then I realized that I needed to call Ryan for a ride, or....

I asked Sam if he could drop me off somewhere. He instantly agreed. I think he figured that way he'd find out where I lived so he wouldn't lose touch. I sucked his cock on the way back. God bless young men, with their recovery ability. He was hard in minutes. I was working him good, I really wanted to thank him for such a beautiful fuck. We pulled into the place I'd told him. It was a gas station. It was where we normally get gas, it was only a couple miles from home. He looked disappointed but his hard cock and the pleasure it was getting got him through it. I continued to suck him at the station, even though it was well lit. He rewarded me with his cum. It was nearly as sweet as the martinis he made me. I licked it up and smiled. 

"Guess i'm a really bad tease," I giggled.

He reluctantly left me there with a "maybe" on my part. I really didnt know. This was all new territory for all of us. Ryan nearly flipped out when he found out how many of the "hot spots" of his fantasy I'd hit. I'd sucked a guy off IN the bar, I'd fucked another guy behind it AND sucked him off later AND it was a younger guy, just like one of his fantasies.

"Wow, lately you've had a guy way older than you cum in you and now a younger guy. That's so fucking hot."

"He's not that much older," I teased.

We got home, I climbed on top of Ryan and rode his tongue to another series of crashing orgasms as I told him how the bar fantasy went. He got off hearing how it all happened, how his wife ended up coming home with three loads of cum in her.

"Are you going to see Trevor again?"

"Him? No way, he was a sleazebag, he just wanted some slut to use. I'm glad he found one," I joked.

"How about Sam?"

"Mmm, that might be tougher. It was an incredible fuck, outside, so raw, him being young...I'd definitely consider it but I want it to be part of our fantasy life. If I can find a way to fit it into our fantasies I will."

"I think you will," Ryan said matter-of-factly. "Could he be the one you take as a regular lover?"

"Maybe," I giggled. "But I think we both want some alpha, take charge type, don't we? Don't you want some guy who will just take your wife whenever he wants, however he wants, tie her up, spank her, fuck her roughly? You know I do."

"I do, I know that's what you want. That's my fantasy for you, too. But, in the mean time, what's wrong with fucking someone who gives it to you really good, again and again."

"I'll certainly consider it," I smiled.

As we snuggled together after, he whispered in my ear, "please let's not take too much time between things again. I can't take it."

I could only marvel at how far he'd progressed. "Ok honey. I'm game. I wonder if I should text Rob or something this week."

He grinned, "I don't think you are going to have to. He's sending me out on Friday again."

"You realize this time he's probably going to want your wife's pussy, and get it?"

"I know, I want that so badly. I see him every day, knowing he's made you suck him off twice. I can't imagine how that'll feel knowing he's been in your pussy now, too. I've had that "office slut" fantasy in my head, too. The one where my wife becomes the office plaything. I dont think I couldn't handle that but this would come damned close."

"You know your coworkers want to fuck me too. Remember that day I teased Rob at the BBQ? remember how I went to play volleyball with everyone after, dressed in those slutty short shorts and the sheer top? I knew it was basically see through when we were done, the guys looks told the story. I also got catty looks from the wives and girlfriends. They were drunk, too, honey, the guys made a bunch of lewd comments. If they ever found out I was giving it to your boss, or anyone outside of you....they'd probably want in, too."

"I know, that all sounds so hot. We just have to hope Rob keeps it quiet."

"So he'll get to bang your wife's sweet pussy when you are gone? Don't you want to be here for that, so you can have me, you know, after?"

"Yessss," he groaned. "But what better opportunity to let him start doing it than this weekend?"

"Hmm, start doing it? As in, over and over? More than once?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who let herself get blackmailed. You are in it now girl, you'll have to fuck you way out. Oh, And let him have it as often as he can get it up while I'm gone."

Here we go again.

{End of Erin's World-3} 



Erin's World Ch. 04



The initial thrill was exhilirating. We'd gone within weeks from several years of my increasing exhibitionism to sex outside of marriage. I'll admit, it was a long time in coming, but now that it had arrived the pace was frantic. To recap, let's see...I'd sucked his boss, Ross, off twice now. I'd sucked and fucked Red, the foreman who'd worked on our house. Then, I sucked off some stranger in the bar bathroom and later the same night fucked the bartender in the parking lot. They were all Ryan's fantasies, we'd targeted those things he'd written down that drove him crazy.

In no way did I ever think we'd have progressed this far into this lifestyle. Looking back on the last few weeks I'd guess even in most open relationships what I'd already done would take months...hell, a year for most women to do. It was really becoming overwhelming. Every day, it seemed, Ryan was hot for something. The quantity of us having sex had increased greatly. That was a plus, however, he also pressed me to do more. 

The offers were coming, too. We got a call from Red. Well, specifically I got a call from Red which hinted at us meeting up to, "discuss the project on the house...check our satisfaction," etc. I noticed he hadn't invited Ryan. The bar scene had ramped up Ryan's excitement as well and he kept pressing for a return to the same bar or at the very least I should contact Sam again. I'd rejected both ideas.

Finally, I just told him, "regardless of what you think of me, I can't just have sex with every single guy I meet, I just can't. I mean I could, I just don't want to. The things we've done have been great, I mean that. We've both gotten off so well on them. But that's my point, they were special because they were fantasies we made come true. Me just having sex to have sex isn't all that special. I need to be fired up about it. I need to have that proper motivation to want to. The more you and I have sex, the less time and energy I put into doing it with anyone else. For me, sex needs a buildup, then a release, and time to recover. Look, there's only so much of me to go around."

"So what are you saying? Are you saying that now that we've broken the ice and done some incredible things that now you want to quit?" He said with concern.

" I'm not saying that at all. I want what you want, honestly. This stuff drives me crazy as much, if not more than it does you. But, I guess the simplest way to put it is, the more that I have sex with you, the less I'm going to want to have sex with others. It's just a matter of sexual tension and energy. I need that to do those dirty things. I don't want to just do them to do them, it'd be like I'm some sort of sex robot or something."

"Wow, so you are basically telling me that I either choose to have sex with you or choose to let others have sex with you?"

"In simple terms, yes, I guess. I'm saying I only have so much energy, or time and that if we do these things I need to be able to be horny for them. I'm not saying I don't want sex with you. That's the most important thing. What you don't realize is, every time I do these other things, I also end up having sex with you. So, every time you have sex, I have it twice. I want to please you, desperately and I will. I'll not deny you. I just want you to remember your slut wife needs to get her batteries charged now and then."

"I get that. But this stuff has opened up a door for me. I'm just so goddamned excited all the time. I can't help it."

"I know, baby, and I love that. I just think that if I'm not out doing a lot of stuff then you and I should be, and if I am out doing stuff we need to make it more about the quality than the quantity."

"Hmmm," he said. "That sounds a lot like sexual denial to me. We both know, done the right way, that can be kind of fun. Remember, though, I'm not the type that wants to be cock caged or told he'll never have sex with his wife again. I want you, every single time you do something....at least if it is possible, like I'm not out of town or something. Remember, I'll be in Reno on Friday through Sunday, if you are planning anything," he said hopefully.

"I haven't really," I said which caused a look of frustration on his face. "However, Rob knows you'll be gone. I have a feeling he's finally going to want to fuck your wife."

That brightened his face. 

"Don't you think about being there sometime? Don't you want to be involved in some of this, you know, directly?" I wondered.

"I don't know," he said. "I think I'd just be too fucking embarrassed to get it up. I like it this way. Before it happens I get the tease from you which fills my head with the thoughts, the possibilities. As for the during and after, I know you know the best way to break it to me and to bring that excitement out in me. I don't see myself ever wanting to be "right there" you know? I'd have to look the guy in the face as he's doing my wife. I think that'd be just too much for me."

"Are you sure about all this, baby? You realize the potential for this blowing up in our faces, right? Being a slut to your boss? Even if he is a nice guy, what if he tries what he did before, having me go there secretly dressed like a tart? What if one of your other coworkers catch us, or worse, what if one of those gossipy secretaries find out? Gawd, that would be broadcast from sea to shining sea."

"I know, that thought thrills and scares the fuck out of me at the same time. Somewhere in my head...the big one, not the little one, I think that it will be fine. Rob is a gentleman, he's always been honest, discreet. I really think that we can just live out this little fantasy in secret."

"What does the little head tell you?" I giggled. I knew he didn't mean to suggest his cock was little, I was just teasing him.

He smirked. "You didn't seem to think it was so little the other night. But really, that head tells me all the secret, dirty stuff. It's like the devil on your shoulder. That head tells me, fuck it, let everyone find out you wife is a slut, see where that leads...."

"Good thing we have my big head to keep things in perspective, then," I smiled.

"Oh, I think your devil speaks to you, too," he laughed. "How else can you explain getting two loads of cum in you from two different guys the other night?"

"True," I blushed. "So, I'll wait to see what happens with Rob this weekend. If he doesn't call on Friday, when you are gone, I'll have to guess he isn't interested in continuing. If that's the case what should I do?"

"I still have a lot of fantasies bouncing around in my head," he admitted. "You know a lot of them. Maybe you could work on them?"

"I'm not sure I really want to do the ones I haven't yet, without you being around. That is the fun for me, seeing how worked up it gets us both."

"What about the bar thing, the stranger thing again?"

"I'm not sure, it wouldn't really be the same without you, you know."

"You can always text or call me, the phone, text things we've done have just been hot."

"We'll see," I said. Just the fact that we'd gone a few days without fucking, the interest level was rising again. "I'm pretty sure I'm not done with Rob."

"Yeah, me either. He'd be a fool not to hit that," he said as he poked me playfully.

"Would it be the same to you if say, he fucked me on Friday and you and I didn't get together until Sunday night?"

"It'd be more difficult on me, for sure," he admitted. "But if you do it right, tease me right, keep me informed, I think in some ways it may even be better."

He was actually telling me I could fuck someone and he didn't have to be around. We left it at that. Ryan actually left me alone the rest of the week. His kisses goodbye were more passionate but it was the only physical touching other than night snuggling. If his intent was to get his wife on edge, it was masterful. I almost wanted to jump him in the car at the airport on Friday morning. He saw my increased libido and it amused him. He was proud of himself.

"Tell me everything," he begged, "when....you know."

"I will," I grinned.

Just then my phone buzzed. Sure enough, it was Rob. I showed Ryan the picture of me on my knees dripping Rob's cum out of my mouth. Rob's texts read, 

"I know Ryan should be at the airport by now."

" I'm hungry so I'm taking you to dinner. It's a nice place so wear something nice.  A cocktail dress would be fine."

"I'll pick you up at 8. I'll expect you to be at your door and ready. Leave the bra at home."

I texted him back, "yes sir."

After reading those, Ryan reluctantly left me with a hard on he'd have to deal with in his own way.

I would've worn the same sexy black dress I wore to the bar the other night, but it was still dirty, wrinkled and cum stained from my wild night. I chose instead a white lacy dress, it was sleeveless, showed just the right amount of cleavage, and was form fitting around the hips. Classy but sexy. Rob liked it a lot. He walked up to my door and kissed me and immediately put his hand on my ass and felt me up. His other hand felt up my tits.

"No bra, good girl," he smiled. He took me to his car by the hand. I hoped no one in the neighborhood was watching but I figured it was just another thing Ryan would have to work out in his fevered brain.

We drove to the restaurant. Rob's hand was on my leg the whole time. He stroked my smoothness but avoided the area that he was heating up. I just laid back, crooked one leg up and made it easy for me to feel my soft sexy legs. We got to the restaurant too quickly, at least for my sake. I was hoping he'd have at least fingered my wetness as an appetizer. We walked in and he had his arm around me like I was his, so that everyone would know it. We sat in a booth in the corner. This was a fancy place. Ryan and I had never been there, it was a step above our income level.

I looked around. There were plenty of older guys in suits eating with blue haired ladies that were no doubt their wives. Rob was the only older gentleman sitting with a hot young thing. The young waiter was attentive, especially to me which always amuses me. He really should be catering to Rob's every whim, he'd be the one leaving the big tip or not. It made Rob smile, though, when the waiter would stand over me. We both knew he constantly looked down my top. I almost regretted not wearing something with a deeper, more plunging neckline. Rob plied me with wine, the dinner was superb. We talked about his work, Ryan, my daily life, my background, my family, all pleasant, disarming chat. There was a constant underlying sexual tension though, we both could feel it. No matter what the environment was, we both knew what I was with him for. Finally, he brought it up.

"You are having a good time tonight? Did you like your dinner?"

"Yes, it was outstanding. I can't remember the last time I had such a fine meal."

"I know we've been kind of dancing around all this, but, are you all right with all this so far?"

"All this?" I asked demurely. "The dinner or something else?"

I like being led. I like the man taking charge. I wanted him to be direct.

"Yes, since the last time you and I ...well....got together..., I've left you alone."

"I noticed that," I grinned. "You didn't miss it? You didn't want anything?"

He leaned in to me, his voice was lower, it was almost a growl. "I missed the hell out of it. I wanted it, I wanted everything."

Wow, just the way he said "everything" made my pussy leak a little. 

"I just didn't want to fuck up your marriage. I have no idea what's going on there, what led you to do what you did for me, but I'm not complaining. I've gone back and forth on it so much but I finally decided not to question it tonight. I decided to just let the experience happen. Like I told you before, I hadn't had sex since Louise died and what you've done for me has been...fantastic. Louise was my best friend, my lover and she was the best at pleasing me. But you, you seem to...I don't know....have a knack, an absolute affinity for it, you know?"

I blushed. "Do you think so?"

"God yes. Has Ryan responded to you differently since you showed him those outfits? You did show him, didn't you?"

My face turned even redder under his questioning. "Yes, he's seen a couple. Yes, he's been a lot more...attentive." I said, playing along.

"I'd think so. Some of those were...off the charts hot."

The waiter had returned. There was a strange silence. A cloud of lust had engulfed our table, I wondered if he sensed that. He again made every excuse to pour my water, to bend over me to remove the basket of bread, to get my utensils. I saw Rob just grinning. The guy left.

"Let's get out of here," Rob urged. I had to agree, I was turned on by this older man. He just had a sexiness about him. He was average looking, I suppose. His hair was gray and receding. His stomach was large enough to protrude a bit over his belt but his soft brown eyes announced his attentiveness, his passion. I was about to experience it all.

I stood up and Rob slid his hand up my leg and onto my ass. "Ah, panties," he said quietly.

"You didn't say I shouldn't wear them," I said, hoping he wasn't disappointed. Like I said, men controlling me is my hot button. I didn't want to disappoint.

"I didn't say so, no. I was just thinking it actually may work out in a positive way," he grinned.

"What did you have in mind, you dirty man?"

"Go take them off, then come back."

"Ok," I squeaked. I rushed to the bathroom. Whatever he had in mind I wanted to do to please him. I have no idea why I'm drawn to the idea of being told what to do, but it turns me the fuck on.

I returned with the panties balled up in my hand. He saw them and smiled lewdly.

"Good, good. Now go find our waiter, tell him thank you for all his attention and then hand your panties to him and walk away. I'll meet you at the front."

My face flushed again. I felt like I floated to the back of the restaurant, or maybe it was more like I felt like I was being pushed, led, guided, but I ended up just outside the kitchen. The waiter burst out, holding a tray in one hand.

"Hey," he said, startled to see me, but genuinely excited.

"Hey, yourself," I said. "Thanks for everything, I had a lovely evening." I avoided eye contact as I handed him the balled up panties. I quickly turned and walked out. 

Rob was watching from the front door. He grinned as I walked up. "You should've seen his face....classic. Now, let's go somewhere where I can enjoy what you just uncovered."

He was thinking about going to a motel but I told him to save his money. I told him to take me home, to my home. I thought Ryan might really get off on the idea. The front door wasn't even closed when my dress hit the floor and I was naked for him. He'd never really seen it all at one time. He made me stand in the middle of the kitchen with my arms raised above my head so he could inspect me for the first time. My pussy was on fire and my nipples called out for him to touch them, which he did and it melted me right into his strong embrace.

He took me to the bedroom and made passionate love to me. He really did. It wasn't just a fucking, it was passionate. He kissed me all over, he licked my pussy like a fucking expert and he fucked me slowly, rhythmically while I screamed. When he came I made sure I was clinging to him, that I pulled him in fully. Our lips were intertwined as were our hands. He filled me up. I was his first since his wife. I felt a special need to make sure it was memorable. I'm sure it was, he thanked me over and over again. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke late in the darkness of night to go to the bathroom. I picked up my phone. Ryan had called numerous times. I'd kept it on silent. I sent him a text. 

"I did it, baby. I just fucked your boss...in our house, in our bed. He's sleeping here. Are you ok that your whore wife is sleeping with another man's cum in her?"

The text reply was instant. He'd been up waiting, longing, no doubt. "Fuckkkkkkkk."

"I know, I'll call you tomorrow, good night."

I slept so soundly I never heard him get up. I stumbled out of bed and just threw on my see through white nightie and walked to the kitchen. He'd already made breakfast for us, the coffee was ready as well.

"Wow, that's some service," I grinned.

"Well, if you've been single as long as I have you know your way around a kitchen. Damn, woman, I didn't know you could get any hotter but that nightie, oh my goodness."

"You like?" I smiled sweetly.

He took my hand and had me feel his cock. It was stirring. 

"Oh my," I giggled.  

We ate breakfast and talked and laughed like old friends. Finally, his face got serious. "Listen, these past weeks have been magical for me. To be able to feel your mouth pleasing me....then, last night....well....I can't thank you enough."

"You thanked me enough last night," I laughed. "I think you thanked me a half dozen times," I said, joking about how many times he got me off with his tongue.

He smiled. "I'm glad. But I'm serious. This has rekindled a fire I didn't realize I still had. You have been the reason for it. For that, I'll never be able to repay you. But, I'm also a man with a conscience. I just can't keep this going."

"You can't?" I asked.

"No, I'd never have been able to live with myself if I hadn't experienced, you know, all of you. But, it just isn't fair to Ryan. I'll be thankful for what I've had and that will have to be enough. I deleted the photo from my phone, you won't ever have to worry about that. Even though I think you are far less innocent than the act you presented that day in my office, I still think you have a heart of gold for giving an old man like me that kind of pleasure."

His kindness touched me. "Ok, that's fair. I really wasn't all that innocent, I knew what I was doing that day but, hearing about your wife, how you haven't felt pleasure like that, it really did touch me. I'm glad we did what we did."

"Me too," he said wistfully. 

He got up to leave. I stopped him at the door. I let him feel me up "one last time" before I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Just something to remember me by, you won't deny me that, will you?" I cooed.

He didn't. He left Ryan's slut with a mouthful of his cum.

Ryan nearly destroyed my pussy when he got home, he was almost feral. He kept slamming it into me saying, "in my wife, in my house, in my bed...." as he fucked me. I don't think he ever came so much before.

After it was over he was generally forlorn about the thought that Rob would no longer be getting regular service from me. It was then he insisted, well, more like demanded that I either take a regular lover, or make another fantasy come true. 

"If you aren't going to be the office slut in my fantasy then you have to give me something else. "

"You don't want me to be the office slut, baby," I said. "You just like the idea...the thought of your coworkers smirking at you as they pass, you not knowing if I sucked or fucked them..."

"I'm not so sure," he said to my surprise. "You have me so turned on all the time. You are going to do it for me. Pick something, either a regular lover, like go back to the bar and let Sam have you for an extended time period, or, call your douche ex, Jack, and meet up, "for old time's sake."

I wasn't was sure he didn't wanted that. "Jack would wear me out, baby, especially after I rejected him. Probably not a good idea."

"Isn't that what we both want? Trust me, I've been fantasizing hard about that since our wedding night. I've been thinking of how he demanded you meet him...how he wanted you to strip, then crawl to him. Seriously, I think that has been my hottest, most recurring fantasy. I know I've never said, but...."

"Wow." I never imagined him thinking that. It was so dirty, so dangerous. Perhaps I was misjuding his new commitment to it all.




Erin's World Ch. 04



He told me, "by the way, the basketball game is on Wednesday. The guys are coming over."

I knew exactly what he meant.

{End of Erin's World- 4}



Erin's World Ch. 05



We'd made an important transition. Now that we both knew what the other wanted or was willing to take we were more comfortable with each other, with "it."

Ryan said that Rob had really treated him better at the office lately, that he actually gave him a raise, something he rarely does. 

"Maybe if you'd given him that ass, he'd have made me a partner!" he joked while I tried to hit him playfully. "Seriously though, I think he feels guilty for fucking my wife's mouth and pussy. Shame though, he could've had that, and more, if he'd wanted."

"True, I was "on-call" for him if he had wished. I might've considered him to be the one who I might have let be my long term lover. If he'd only been just a bit more demanding, more forceful, rougher...you know. That's the kind of guy I want for that particular fantasy of yours. I want someone who just wants to fuck me, not someone who will fall for me."

"Jack is like that, isn't he? Doesn't he just live twenty minutes from here?

"Stop. Jack is a douche, and he's evil."

"But you talk about him and what he used to do with you a lot and I see that it makes you wet."

"I'm pretty sure you don't want my ex to get his hands on me again," I warned.

"I'm not quite as sure as you," Ryan said, shrugging. "But, ok. Remember Scott, John and Ray are coming over at seven tomorrow to watch the game."

"I remember, I ordered a group sub for all of us, plus, I'll make sure the fridge has plenty of beer," I said.

"You remember that one fantasy of mine about my friends...." he hinted.

"Of course I do. I suppose we really need to discuss that. I've mentioned before at how firtatious your friends are with me, right?" I wondered.

"Yeah, you said they sometimes even get handsy," he replied with a wink.

"Yes, all of them, save your married friend Dave, have had their hands on my tits and my ass, I'm sure of it," I said, trying to recall it all.

"Yeah...." he sighed. 

"Again, though. Fantasy isn't reality. You don't want it to be like one of the stories on your "hotwife" websites where I play hostess and end up getting ganged by all your friends," I warned.

"No I wouldn't, like I said, I'd be totally uncomfortable with the idea of being there, having to deal with their looks, their remarks about why I would allow it or something," he said thoughtfully.

"You realize that no matter how it happens, you'll probably get those looks anyway. I mean, after someone has had me, you'll have to know that every time he looks at me, or you, he'll know he had your wife, you'll know he had your wife. How do you deal with that?" I wondered.

"I'm not sure. But, the fantasy makes me ache. They've been coming over here for two years and every time you wear something cute, or sexy I see them eat it up. Then later I fuck the shit out of you, thinking about all those things," he said with a pained expression.

"Ok, so I don't get it. You want me to do...something....but you don't like it when you are right there. But, you are going to be right there with them tomorrow. I never see your friends unless we are all together," I said, trying to figure him out.

Ryan was uncomfortable. I could see this particular fantasy charged him up more than the previous ones, if that was even possible.

"But you've told me that when you are in the kitchen, for example, sometimes one of them will come in, flirt, maybe try to get a feel...." he started.

"Yes?" I asked.

"So maybe let him... you know....do more," he said with some building exasperation.

"Like what? Have me suck him off in the kitchen? I'm not even sure how you want this to work," I said.

"Well no, yes, I mean no, not in the kitchen while we are all right around the corner. But something like that. Maybe you can sneak away or ...hell, I don't know. I just know, done right, it will make me go crazy," he said, relieved that he'd managed to at least get it out in the open.

"I think you are already crazy," I laughed. "But, I'm just trying to figure this out. You realize that even if I slip away and do...something....with one of them, our absence will probably alert the others to what's going on. Or, whoever it was could still just tell the others what we did."

"I'm not so sure. I think we are all close enough that they'd know they were betraying me. It's possible they'd want to keep that secret, even more than we do," he reasoned.

"Possible, I guess. But let's say I do that. I'm in the kitchen and Scott comes in, drunk and loud as always and tells me what a great ass I have, which he does, every single time we're alone and hints at how badly he'd like to fuck it," I said as an example.

"Ohhh," Ryan murmured.

"So, I turn around, stick it out for him playfully. I'm sure he'll grab it, caress it, given the opportunity." I watched Ryan's eyes widen, he was liking the story. "So I take him quickly into the bathroom and let him see it. I do it, baby. I peel my shorts off and let him see and touch what he's wanted to for two years now."

"God....." he moaned.

"Then, I suck him off." I said. "It's easy, it's usually quick. We get back, maybe the others don't notice, but what if they do? Then what? How could you ever explain that? In fact, there's hardly ever a time I'm in the kitchen were the guys don't all come in one, two at a time and swarm me. It's just their nature."

"You are right, that's tough," he agreed. " You'd probably have to wait for the opportunity, then I'd somehow distract the others. And of course, there's the problem that I don't really want to be around when it happens."

"Well, that's a lot of ifs and uncertainty," I said. "Don't get me wrong. Your friends are hot. If we hadn't been faithful to each other up to this point I could easily see how I could enjoy any one of them. I'm just trying to fit this into your fantasy, so that it won't all come crashing down on you."

"You keep saying that, like the world is going to end if they find out. It would be embarrassing, no doubt, painful, I'm sure. But fuck it, if they are that big of dicks that they'd make it difficult for me then I'd just get new friends."

"Big dicks," I laughed. "I'm not so sure about the others but I'm pretty sure Scotty has one. He's grinded that thing against me a few times. But, even with all that we still have a problem. What if this all happens as we want? What if it works out perfectly and one of them gets me...what then? Every guy that has had me has wanted it again. How do we deal with that? So what if they get me? What then? What if the next day they show up at the door while you are at work....what then?"

"Mmm," Ryan said. "Ok, why don't I worry about the consequences, you just do what come natural to you. You always know the most exciting way to make it happen. We'll figure something out, but make sure it looks like cheating. They don't need to know we want this. I want them to think I don't know."

"Ok, but I can't promise anything. I'm also in no hurry to be outed as the neighborhood whore," I joked.

"But you'd like being it," Ryan grinned mischievously.

I winked. I worked all day getting ready for his friends to come over. I spent the time cleaning, then picking up the food and the beer. I rushed home and took a quick shower. They were already arriving as I stepped out of the shower. I saw an opportunity "prime the pump," so to speak. I wrapped the towel around me, somewhat loosely, like I'd done with the workers previously. I walked out and shrieked when I saw Scott, Ray and Ryan eyeballing me. I skittered across the floor quickly and slammed the door behind me. 

I smiled as I dropped the towel, now in the safety of our bedroom. "That should pique their interest," I grinned.

I picked out a belly baring white T-shirt with our team's logo. I wore red shorts, the color of the team. They were tight and teeny, tiny. I'd actually wore them before. Not coincidentally, they were the shorts I was wearing when Scott had grinded his cock against my ass. I knew he'd notice.

I let the guys drink for a bit before I appeared. John had arrived now, too. The whole gang was here. I had no idea how to make Ryan's fantasy a reality wihtout it becoming something ugly.

They love, love, loved the outfit. Even quiet John let out a wolf whistle. I saw Ryan grin. I served the sub and was the beer wench. Ryan had put the beer on ice in a cooler by the entryway. I didn't even look in the fridge. The boys really didn't even need to come to the kitchen. I was in and out with their food and drinks while the game went on. The game was at half when Ray called for another beer. I noticed the cooler was empty so I went to the fridge to restock it. There were only a couple beers in there! "Funny," I thought. I'd bought three times as much as was in the cooler. I figured Ryan had put it in the garage or something. 

I went to him and softly asked, "where's the rest of the beer, honey? There's only a few left."

He looked at me and loudly said. "What? We're out of beer? How the fuck are we out of beer? You said you bought enough!"

I started to stammer, "I did....I bought 3 cases...."  Then I started to get angry for his tone until he gave me a sly wink.

"Ohhhh," I thought. "This is his moment, his idea." I played along.

"Sorry babe, what should I do?"

"Get us some more fucking beer!" He said as the others laughed.

It really was out of character for Ryan, his friends were actually kind of amazed at how he was treating me. They all saw him as pussy whipped. I knew it was all for show. He was also giving me a little fuel for the fire. I knew it was purposeful.

"You want me to get it?" I asked. I wondered how sending me away did anyone any good. He had a better thought than me, I have to admit that.

"Fucking right I want you to. I'm not missing the game."

"Fine," I shrugged. "I'll be right back."

I still didn't know what the hell he had planned. How can something happen if I'm not even there?

I went to the kitchen. I got my purse. I looked back to see Ryan still sitting. I saw him lean over to Scott to tell him something. I shrugged again. I thought he really wanted me to go alone. I started to walk out. I dropped my key.

Suddenly, a voice behind me said. "Wow, nice view."

It was Scott, predictable, horny, ass-man Scott. "You've got something sticking out of your shorts there," he smirked. 

I spun around to look. Of course I couldn't see my own ass. He walked up and touched the bottom of my butt cheek which was peeking below the bottom of the shorts. He pushed some of it back under the material.

"There," he drunkenly laughed. "All better."

I looked at him stupidly for a moment. He said, "Ryan told me to go with you, to help you carry the beer. He knows I'm the only one who doesn't really like basketball. No way those other guys are leaving their chairs. Can't believe you didn't get enough beer!"

I wanted to pout and stamp my foot and say, "But I did buy enough fucking beer," but I knew better. This was all a setup. Scott happily poured himself into the passenger seat of our SUV and smiled while he looked at my legs. He got a nice look, the shorts barely covered my pussy so he got to see all the way up to my mound. He was funny. He was drunk enough to not realize how obvious he was, while at the same time he acted as if he wasn't being obvious.

Finally, I just smirked, "see something you like?"

He looked in my eyes, then down to my chest, my tummy, and my crotch.

"Why yes, yes I do."

"Perv!" I hissed as we pulled into the convenience store. We carried the beer out to the trunk. Scott stayed behind me the whole way. I know he did it so he could ogle my ass and the cheeks that still were popping out the bottom. I leaned over the trunk to put the beer in and I felt his hand slide up the inside of my leg until it reached my cheeks. I jumped and pulled his hand away.

"Scott!" I said loudly, but with a smile.

"What?" He grinned.

As we started the drove home I really wondered how I was supposed to do this. Was he expecting me to have it done before we get home? Again Scott ogled me freely. My nipples were tightening against the soft cotton and he took full notice.

I wondered if I was just supposed to pull to the side of the road or something. Even at that, the time it would take to do anything would set off alarm bells to all but the most dimwitted. Ryan wasn't stupid. I should've known better. We were halfway home when I got a call from him.

He spoke loudly, no doubt for Scott's benefit. "Hon, while you guys are out, pick us up some pizzas at JoJo's. That sub didn't do it for us, really bad idea on your part. We already ordered. It should be ready in twenty five minutes."

I swear Scott's smile turned into a full Snidely Whiplash sneer. I acted nonchalant, even though I knew this was it, this was the way he was going to let Scott maul his wife. I decided to play it up. I'd denied him so many times in the past I was actually worried he was all talk but afraid of action.

"I can't believe Ryan tonight," I sniffed as I tried to make my eyes flutter. "I can't remember him talking to me like that before," I said as if i was trying to apologize for his boorish behavior.

"Seriously, that dude worships the ground you walk on. I never thought I'd see the day he snapped at you."

"I know," I sniffed. "It's like he doesn't respect me or something."

"I'm sure he does," Scott said as he put his hand on my leg. It was a touch of concern, not lust. It was geniune. Still, his hand was on my leg. He had always needed me to stop him before. I let nature take its course. Soon, the touch was a slight slide upwards. Then, it became gentle strokes. I looked straight ahead and drove. He noticed I wasn't stopping him.

"He's a fool if he has started to mistreat you," Scott said. He was trying to gain my trust now. Ok, it was transparent, but I knew now that he was going to try something.

"Why are guys like that? Why do they think they can treat women like shit and get away with it? I'm really mad at him," I sputtered.

"Yeah, I know, I'd never treat you like that!" He said trying to win me over. I'd seen him with his girlfriends, he treated them much worse. This wasn't about truth, this was about Ryan's fantasy. The good news for me was that Scott was gorgeous. He had long, flowing blonde hair. He was well muscled and his blue eyes were drop dead sexy. Think a better built Owen Wilson with a nose job. His hand was now stroking me from knee back up to the material of my shorts. Eventually, it slipped between my legs, which I parted slightly so he could stroke the inner thigh of one leg, while the back of his hand slid over the other. It was maddeningly sensual. My inner thighs are so sensitive to the touch. He was finding that out.

"Do you like that?" He asked, breaking the magic for a second.

"What?" I asked as if I wasn't paying attention. "Oh that. You really shouldn't. I don't think Ryan would approve."

"Yeah, and we should treat Ryan with respect, just like he treats you."

Ouch, he was good. He was playing the "let's get back at Ryan" card. I liked the way he thought.

"True," I smiled shyly. "I didn't say you had to stop."

He grinned and went back to stroking me, this time bolder, more focused. He even started grazing the back of his hand over the thin material barely covering my now wet pussy. I was getting aroused by this sly fox but it wasn't like we had all day. We were at the pizza place. Luckily it worked out. Ryan had expected the pizza in twenty five minutes after he called me. It had been less than fifteen. It was already waiting for us. They weren't busy at all. I paid for the pizza while Scott sat in the car. I carried out the boxes. He jumped out of the car and opened the back door. He slipped behind me and circled my waist with his hands. 

"Let me help you," he chuckled as his hands first held my hips as I bent to put in the pizzas, but before I'd straightened had found their way up to my top. He started kneading my tits with his hands through the material. 

I let him feel me up over my top for a second, including letting him tug on my nipples through the material once before pushing his hands away. I said, "No! Not like that." 

He gave me a disappointed pout. I grabbed his hands and guided him up under the material so he was feeling my bare tits. "There, like that," I cooed as he rubbed them delighted surprise. I backed my ass up and ground into him. His thickness was evident. I began to think that I wished we had more time. Reluctantly I broke away from his grasp. I made him get in. I drove away. Scott looked resigned to the thought that he'd come so close, only to be shut down. That wasn't the place, the parking lot of JoJo's, but if I didn't find a place I'd be home before we knew it.

That thought scared Scott. "You feel so good," he said, trying to stroke my ego. "Your body is amazing."

"Thanks, your hands feel pretty amazing, too."

That encouraged him. "I'm so hard right now, fuck."

"Really?" I asked feigning shock even though I already knew.

"Yes, so fucking hard."

"Let me see it," I said hopefully. "Prove it."

He was more than happy to free it for me. He took it out. 

"WOW" I said aloud, though unintentionally. He was thick, long, hard. It was a cock to die for. I found that thought ironic as my attention had been diverted by his cock so much that I had to swerve back into my own lane.

He looked at me pleadingly as we drove. It wasn't far, we both knew it. "You cannot leave me like this."

I giggled at his predicament. "Yes, I don't think the guys would understand why you'd be walking around with a cock that won't go down."

"Please, something..." he begged, "...give me something."

He was preaching to the choir. I was in lust with that cock and those hands. I pulled over in the parking lot of a Kohl's. It was closed. There were only a couple cars in the whole lot. I screeched to a stop. I jumped him. I made him lay the seat all the way back and I climbed on top of him and frantically nearly tore off the buttons of his shirt. I shoved his pants the rest of the way down. His hands took my shorts down. We struggled to get them off. To an onlooker it was probably comical. To us it was crazed lust. When I was free of my shorts I slid up and down his beautiful body as he moaned and let his hands feel all of me. He pulled my top up and felt up my tits freely, his expert fingers twirling my nipples around so well he had me moaning. My top kept slipping down and he had to keep pushing it up as I ground my bare pussy on him. His cock was between my legs and I humped him like that while he messed with my shirt. Finally, I was exasperated. I wanted him to have full access.

"Fuck it, get it off," I moaned

"I can't, it's tight, you might have to stand up," he urged.

"I'm not getting out of this car nude. Fuck it, rip it, rip it off of me!" I begged.

He did so. One really well thought out yank and twist and it came off in his strong hands. I had a feeling that wasn't the first time he'd done that. His hands were free to explore me. He had me dancing on him. I couldn't stand it any longer. I couldn't stand feeling his hardness right below me so I guided it up into position. He put his hands on my ass and guided me onto him.

I nearly saw stars and I let out a guttural moan that startled even me. It was awesome. I was naked, impaled on Ryan's friend's cock in the parking lot. He held me firmly onto him with a devilish look on his face. I wanted to grind it, to fuck it, to ride it hard. He teased me with it.

"What? You can't move? Try to move," he joked. 

I thrashed around trying to grind on him. He just laughed. "What's wrong? Can't get off?"

I begged him, pleaded to let me ride him. He held me firm until he said.

"Ok, I'll let you ride me. But, you are taking my cum!"




Erin's World Ch. 05



"I know, I know," I panted frantically. "I will."

"You are taking it inside you," he growled as he still held firm.

"Yes! Yes! I will, let me fuck you pleeeeeeeeeease..." I whined. I was sweating, I was flush. My pussy was electric. "Where do you want it? Tell me!"

He leaned up to kiss me, which he did, hard, with a skillful tongue. He pulled back, but only an inch from my face and said. "I want you to ride me, as slowly or as quickly as you need to to get off. I want to watch you cum on me, as many times as you can. Then, when you are ready I want you to let me hold you deeply embedded on my cock while I shoot it as far up your married pussy as humanly possible."

"Oh fucking god," I said as I felt an orgasm already approaching. 

"Then fucking let me do it," I hissed. He immediately let my ass go. I bucked him wildly at first, excited that I now had that freedom. The first orgasm was nearly instant. He bit at my nipples while I rode him, the fucker, which just made me cum even harder. I slowed down. I ground his cock in circles. I worked myself back up. I came again and again on his perfect cock while he just smiled proudly, like the cocky fucker he was. Finally, my pussy was battered, but buzzing. 

I dangled my tits in his face as I said. "Do it now, fucker, fill up this pussy."

His look changed. It was his turn now. His hands gripped my ass tighter and he took charge. My riding him turned into a ride of my own. I held on, like an inexperienced bull rider. Only his strong hands guiding his prick into me held my pussy onto him. He was punishing it. I knew it was from the years of frustration at not being able to get it so I let him enjoy it to the fullest. My pussy was wet, hot, and probably tighter than some of the women he'd been fucking, he couldn't take it anymore. 

He looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I'm going to bust it in you, Erin, I'm going to bust it in you deep."

"Yes," I wailed. "Fill me up, fill up my married pussy," I urged, using his exact wording. It worked. He slammed me down onto him fully and held me there as he pumped into me. Over and over and over he shot, his excitement had been as explosive as my own. I gasped as it filled me, I'd never felt that much cum fill me in my life. I fell off of him and into the driver's seat.

We both looked at each other and instantly laughed.

"Wow," we both mouthed at each other.

We didn't say a word as we drove the last mile or so to home. He got out and got the beer. We had a problem. My top was now a car wash rag.  I whispered in his ear. He nodded. He carried in the beer. Just before he opened the door he said to me, "the beer should distract them for a second, meet you there."

I waited until I saw him enter the kitchen, the guys all met him there. I 'm sure they wondered where I was, as well as the pizza. I'd told him to just say I was still in the car making a call to a girlfriend and I'd be right in with the pizza. That satisfied them, apparently. I saw them all go back to the living room. I hustled around the side of the garage as I'd planned. Scott met me at the door. The guest bathroom was down the same hallway that led to the side door. Scott had just excused himself from their company, citing that reason. He quietly opened the door and let me in. I hustled in and we both went inside the bathroom. I rummaged through my laundry hamper and found another white T-shirt and put it on. Scott pushed me against the wall and had his hands inside the top on my tits again. I sighed and let him enjoy me for a second. I then pushed him away. He rubbed his crotch.

"I'm going to get hard again, dammit."

I quickly pulled down his shorts and took his cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked it as it grew.

"Yummy," I giggled. "Sorry I dont have time for the rest right now." I left him and snuck back out the door. I came in the front door, holding the pizzas.

"About fucking time," Ryan drunkenly bellowed, followed by another sly wink.  The guys went back to the TV. There was another game on. I'm pretty sure only Scott and Ryan noticed that I had a different shirt on. They finished the pizza and watched the other game as I disappeared into the bedroom to play with my still buzzing pussy. I was careful not to get too worked up, however, I knew Ryan would soon be filling it. 

Ryan appeared at the door an hour later or so. "The guys are leaving, wanna say goodbye?"

I'd worked myself up to the edge so many times the last hour I nearly screamed. He saw my hands on my pussy and my shorts around my knees. He saw my agitated state. "In fact," he grinned. "I insist on it."

"You fucker," I hissed. "You want them to see me all worked up, don't you?"

He just grinned. I said, "Well, don't worry, one of them already saw me as worked up as I can get. Give me a minute," I smiled. He turned and left. He thought I was just going to pull my shorts up, comb my hair a few times and give them all a peck on the cheek, was wasn't uncommon. Instead, I gave them what I wanted to. Quickly, I slipped into my lavender panties which are not much more than a lacy thong and cut very low in the front. I put on the matching see-through nightie. I actually considering going out like that but I didn't want it to go the wrong way so I reluctantly put on the lacy bra underneath. It was one of those outfits that shows you are ready for bed with your husband, but not to sleep. 

I walked out. They were at the front door. Their eyes shot open while their jaws dropped. I looked down at myself. "Oh, this. Ryan caught me in bed, I didn't really want to change or I'd miss saying goodbye. It's not like you perverts haven't seen all this before," I said dismissively.

One by one I kissed his friends goodbye. When I got to Scott, when my ear was near his mouth he whispered, "you look good enough to eat."

I hugged him, like a friend hug, but only so I could respond. "Promises promises."

His friends were still in the driveway and still within eyesight when Ryan grabbed me. "What the fuck is this?" he said with a slur. "What is this outfit all about?"

I smiled at him. "Oh, let's just call it advertising."

"I'd call it fucking hot." He yanked the nightie off me right there in the kitchen. If his friends were looking, they'd have seen it. Then, the bra, and the panties, He took them off me and made me stand there. Then, he picked me up and sat me on the counter. He made me tell him everything. Everything I said just clicked his raw lust up another notch. By the time I got to what we did and said in the parking lot his tongue was all over my pussy. I asked him if he could taste his friend Scott and he responded with a muffled, "mmmhmmm."

It was his second "cream pie," and I was surprised at how it didn't bother him at all. Now, realistically, most of it had either leaked out or I'd wiped out but the taste of the "after" had to still be pretty strong.

"You don't mind eating your friend's cum out of your wife's sore pussy, do you baby?"

He answered by spearing me with his engorged cock until I screamed. He said, "I love fucking your sore pussy and I love how it got sore and I don't care that it's sore you are going to let me fuck it until I add my cum to Scott's."

I just hung on for dear life. "Was he rough, baby? Was he the kind that you might consider allowing to fuck you again and again?"

"Mmm," I said. "It wasn't gentle. But he wasn't mean. I'm not sure he's "that" type. But, his cock was spectacular..." I said before wondering if I should've told him that.

"It was?" He asked urgently, he was dying to get off.

"Yes, it really was."

"Then you'll fuck him again."

It was more of an order than a question.

"If you want your friend to be fucking your wife again with a cock that makes her cum over and over then you will find a way to make that happen," I told him between gasps.

That thought set him up. He was right there. One more nudge. I told him about the quick suck in the bathroom before I came in the front door.

"He didn't get my mouth for more than ten seconds baby, what if he wants it to completion?"

"Oh god," he started to jerk.

"What if he comes over, like tomorrow and demands me to finish him off that way?"

He was lost, he was grunting while still trying to hold back until I fnished the thought. It was funny watching him battle.

"What...do...you...do with guys who demand things from you?" He gasped.

"I don't have a choice, I do what they want."

"Then that's what you'll do if he shows up at our door...uh uh...tomorrow....or whenever."

"Oh god baby," I cooed. "Scott is NOT one to pass the opportunity, he's not Rob, if you know him at all you know he's going to make me do.....everything."

That did it, Ryan came with a howl. I saw the brakelights of the guy's car light up. They were still at the end of the driveway. Even though it is a decent distance, the possibility they could make out what just happened was very real, especially since I was up on the sink. It put me even with or even above window level. That just made Ryan smile when I mentioned it in bed later.

He asked me dreamily as his buzzed fatigue started to take over, "you keep mentioning that the guys who are having you aren't rough or mean enough. Are you ever going to take a regular lover like that? Do you even know anyone that is like that?

"Just Jack," I said.

"Then why not Jack?" He asked, he barely could keep one eye open now.

"I'm just not sure you could take that," I said softly but it fell on deaf ears, he was snoring.

He was pushing me somewhere I wasn't sure he wanted to go. I wasn't sure either. It all just felt unresolved. It would have to wait.

d of Erin's World-5}



Erin's World Ch. 06



After I fucked his friend, my husband and I sat down (again) and discussed where this was all going over the next few days. Every detail I gave only made him beg for more. It had to be humiliating. He had to hear how his friend, who comes over all the time, had his wife and had her screaming. He cringed when I revealed all the things that got me off but it only seemed to make him hotter. He was asking for it, he was calling for the embarrassment.

"What? You want to hear how great he was? He was. I told you, I came, over and over while riding his big cock. Yes, he has a big cock. It's bigger than yours, sorry. Usually I can't say that because your cock is great, but in this case I can. He's bigger, longer, thicker."

"Oh man," Scott winced. Still he wanted more.

"Why does that excite you, baby? Does it excite you knowing he touched places in me that you can't reach?"

"Ow," Scott again moaned from discomfort, though more from the way his cock was now starting to grow rather than any emotional pain.

"I understand that a lot of guys who share their wives feel that way, too. They get off knowing how their wife gets big cock and loves it."

"You mean cuckolds," he stammered.

"Yes, cuckolds like their wives getting banged by big cocks. Cuckolds like you." I said pointedly. It was how he wanted the conversation to go.

"I know," he said softly. "When this all began it was all fantasy for me. Everyone has them. I knew about your past, how you were more experienced than I. I knew how you had a slut life in the past. I knew that you missed that, just by the way we'd talk about it. I think I started all this thinking that I was doing you a favor. But, as it has gone on, I realize it is as much about me, about what I need, as it is about you."

"I think so, too, hon. You have been as adamant about me doing things as I have. It has been a wild ride so far. Who'd have thought we'd have come this far already? I mean, fucking your boss? Your friend? Either of those could be incredibly embarrassing to both of us if it gets out."

"I know," he moaned. 

"I think you and I both know that it will...at least eventually. I can't keep fucking people and not have it come out."

"I know, I think so, too. Trust me, I think about that all the time."

"And?" I wondered.

"And this stuff is just so thrilling, so hot and I love you so much for doing it that I'm willing to risk it."

"I know," I admitted. "I finally feel free for the first time since college. I don't mean that in a bad way, either. I just mean that I feel more natural, closer to the real me that I was becoming then. I see how this gets you off."

"I know, and I thank you for that," he said earnestly.

"I don't think you appreciate how much I love you for it, too," I said. "Having the freedom to let other guys have me...just to use me...able to do what they wish with me...is liberating. I think I've been this way since I started having sex. It's who I am. The more important thing is, I have someone who loves me. I have someone who treats me how I need to be treated at home, but allows me to indulge that part of me. Without you, I'm nothing."

"I feel the same, honey. Let's not try to overanalyze this any more. We're in it, at least for now. Let's just do what makes us hot and deal with the rest of it together."

"Agreed," I smiled.

"So Scott has a big cock and you sucked it a little bit in the bathroom? How come you didn't finish?"

"It was when I was out in the car, topless, silly. I didn't want to alert the others to my predicament. That's why I had him slyly open the side door to let me in."

"Slyly," he laughed. "It was funny. When he came in he gave me the guiltiest look. I swear, even if I hadn't already known what he was going to do with you I'd have suspected it. Then, he loudly announced he had to go to the bathroom. Hell, when do we tell each other we're going to the bathroom? I knew something was up, I played along. I actually thought maybe you guys hadn't done anything yet and that he was meeting you in the bathroom for a quickie. I thought that was pretty fucking risky."

"It would've been," I admitted. "But your pizza setup gave us the opportunity we needed...the opportunity to let your friend fuck your whore wife's pussy raw."

"Fuck..." he muttered. Those barbs were what he loved. Each one made him think about what I was doing. Each one made him stew in his own boiling cauldron of lust.

"So...?"

"So we see what happens," I said. He wanted details, scenarios, fantasies talked out. "So, your big cocked friend will be "visiting" your slut wife. I have no doubt about that. He's an opportunist. I don't really know why he's your best friend. I mean, obviously he's not the most trustworthy. But, that being said, I think I know his character. He'll be by soon. Trust me."

"What if he isn't?" He said with concern.

I laughed. "What if he doesn't stop by while you are at work so he can fill your wife with his big cock? Yeah, that's really a worry."

"Don't be sarcastic. I mean it. I want that."

"You want him to sneak over here?"

"Yes, well I don't care where, or how. I think you should at least give him head like you started to. Seeing him later, knowing he's filled your pussy AND your mouth...wow."

"He'll just be more smug than ever," I smirked.

"Stop it, you act like the thought doesn't interest you."

"Oh, I'm just teasing you, the thought of his cock has me wet again."

I kissed him goodbye and sent him off to work filled with those lustful thoughts.

The thing about men is, well, that they most often are predictable. Around noon I was idly stroking my pussy back to it's preheated level from the earlier discussion when I got an email from Ryan on my phone. It was filled with more thoughts, more fantasies that he'd been thinking. I'd asked him to write them down so that in the stark reality of black and white, they'd already seem possible, seem real.

"Honey, these are just thoughts I have all day, thinking of you."

"****I think about the things you've done already, who you've sucked and fucked and I imagine you with them again. In my fantasies and the whole "hotwife" thing I keep thinking that a TRUE hotwife would never just give somebody one time at her body, never. I don't know if it is possible for the previous ones, but at least for the newer ones, keep that in mind. Plan on it, everyone that has fucked gets it more than once, no matter what you have to do to make that possible. That's the new rule, you always have to let them have another crack at you."

"****Remember you can always suck cocks. It doesn't have to be tied to any other scenario. I know it's your favorite thing to do. Do it. It could just be someone you met at the market or at the mall. Just take them out to the car and suck their cocks. I know how much you love it, how much you love cum in your stomach. Do it, regardless of anything else. Keep that mouth busy. This one doesn't have to be tied to the above rule. I know that way it'll be easier. It'll just be a random, stranger, one time thing most of the time. Think of it as an appetizer for anything else we do. It's just cock sucking."

{He was right, I love it. I was going to make it a point to do exactly that. I smirked at the way he said, "it's just cock sucking." It reminded me of Jack. He'd chide me, "it's just your mouth," when he was getting me to blow his friends. Ryan wants guys cumming in my mouth? Then I was going to make that happen and make sure he knows about every one of them.}

"****We really need to get our house worked on again. Yes, I loved that idea and the result. But, more than that it's the theme I like. I like that my wife has to "reward" or "pay" for services, with her own services. I think these hotwife variations are endless. It could be you paying the hot water guy for fixing our appliances, or paying the pizza guy, or getting out of a ticket with a cop. I could be the mailman, the UPS guy. Whatever it is, there are tons of opportunities with service type guys and I want you to start doing it."

"****I know it might be cliche to you but I'd like you to fuck a black guy. I know you've never had one and I don't think it would seem like a big deal to you but it is to me. The thought of your perfect, porcelain skin against his black skin...it's indescribable. I know there has to be some weird psychological explanation of how that makes me racist, but it just turns me on. The reason I mention it is, there's this guy at work whose office is near mine. We call him Jimbo. I don't think you've met him. He's a big, strong guy, former football player. Ok, he's probably what you'd call fat, no doubt he's thickened since his playing days. He's overly friendly, everyone likes him but I see a darker side. Every time I see him now, I think of you, stumbling out of his office, your lipstick smeared, your shirt buttoned wrong, missing your panties. For some reason, it's only hot to me because he's black. I doubt I'd have the same thought if he was a big, fat white guy. It doesn't have to be him, specifically, I'm just slipping into that fantasy. Oh, and he's got the biggest, strongest hands..."

"****On that related work note, and remember this is just some of the stuff that tumbles out of my brain when it comes to you, the work thing. I know you worry for my sake about the "office slut" fantasy. I get it. But, here is the full fantasy. Let's pretend Rob didn't delete the picture like he thought he did or maybe he just said he did. Somehow he either lets it slip, or perhaps someone gets a look at his phone, but soon, someone else knows the secret. Then, you find yourself in someone else's office repeating your visit with Rob (maybe Jimbo?). Then, someone else hears and it's a cascading effect. Not long after, most of my closest coworkers have had a piece of you. No one tells me, but you, of course. So they all work together to make sure I'm "in the dark." They take turns with you, plot against me so that I won't catch you, hell, maybe they even work out a "schedule" to be with you. They all want you, you know that from days like that BBQ/volleyball day. I'll have to sit in meetings with a group of men, most, if not all have fucked my wife. That's the full fantasy, not reality, obviously."

{Mmmm. He was making me positively creamy with his thoughts. He was becoming as good at this as I liked to think I was. I was starting to wonder whether or not my initial idea that he couldn't handle the full fantasy was actually true.}

"****The "friend" thing. You know my fantasy from the last letter, but, the full fantasy might go like this...You are already fucking Scott regularly. The rat just comes over and takes you whenever he feels like it, you know he doesn't work during the day like real men do. He's still living off his grandparents money. But eventually, as we both know, he won't be able to help himself. Soon, Ray, John and others will hear about it, too. I'll end up finding out how my friends are with information like that. Instead of telling me they'll take advantage of it and you. So, when we get together at our house like usual I see you bouncing around in an outfit mean to excite and thrill. I'll see their faces and it'll be a look I recognize, that they've all fucked you. They will all share the secret so that they can continue to play with you. Again, it isn't reality. That gets in the way. But that is my fantasy thought about it."

{gawd, I was so turned on. I'd thought of much of this, too, but hearing Ryan's thoughts on the matter just amped it up for me. I wondered when he'd mention his other friends. I had and have the same ominous feeling that Scott won't be holding onto that information.} I kept reading.

"****I love the idea of you sucking or fucking guys while I'm at work. Knowing you are getting off and getting them off while I'm stuck here is such a turn on. I love it when you do it and then show me what a slut you've been. It's like I'm working just to provide you with opportunities to fuck. I love that thought." 

"**** Don't limit yourself to doing things while I'm around. I think it will work itself out when you get a regular, full-time lover, but I want you free to do what you and he want to do. If it means staying overnight somewhere with someone, do it. If it means him taking you somewhere for a long weekend, don't reject the idea just for me. I want them to be able to spend extended periods fucking my slut wife."

"****Finally, and this ties into some of the above situations. But, the blackmail idea. It's crazy, it's wild. It's something I never considered until you sprung it on Rob but now it's one of my favorites. Consider doing that again somehow, with someone. Let them blackmail you, give them what they need to do it. It could work in the work fantasy, where Jimbo or someone gets a hold of something, or sees something he "shouldn't" see and takes advantage. Or, with my friends, maybe they'll get that information, maybe use it if you need to to get Scott to continue using you. The thought of some guy "owning" my wife because of her sluttiness is maddeningly exciting."

{ugh, I had to pull my fingers off my pussy at that point before I came too early}

I wanted to respond to him. I texted him. "Those are really vivid, baby."

"That's because I've thought about them so much."

"I love them, you've made me so wet."

"God, I'd love to taste that."

"Me too. I love your new fantasies. I'm not sure how we'll do some of that but I like thinking about it anyway."

"I know, me too. I gotta go, meetings all day."

"K baby," I pouted. "I just wanted to reward you for writing them down by telling you one of mine."

"Just text it and I'll read it in the meeting. It'll be hot, having to maintain a straight face the whole time. I won't be able to respond, usually."

"Ok. It might take some time to type it out, it'll be long and detailed," I wrote.

"That's ok, it's a long meeting, I'll put it on silent but I'll keep in on my lap under the table," he replied.

All these weeks and months now of indulging his fantasies and he was going to hear this one of mine. Now admittedly, all of his also are mine, too. But specifically, I had one that I thought would blow his mind or at least help him blow his load in me later. I really did want to reward him for opening up and allowing the kinky part take over.

"Ok baby, ready?"

"K..meeting...go"

"Ok, well. I know you like to hear about Jack. But, this isn't as much about him as what he made me do," I typed. Between texts I let it linger for a minute, to keep him on edge. 

"He made me do one thing that is so dirty, baby." {pause}

"You know I told you he gave me to a couple of his friends..." {pause}

"One time he had me dressed up really tarty, you know, like I like, and my tits were basically hanging out of my dress at this bar..."

"He knew the bartender, he saw the guy wanted me bad."

"Right in front of me he offered me to him..." I waited for a few seconds before continuing.

"But for money, Jack was broke. He offered to have me suck the guy off in the back room for 25$ and the rest of the tab money."

I knew steam must've been coming out of Ryan's ears or at least out of his pants in his meeting.

He just typed back, "wow...k...?"

I responded, "so, I did it. I sucked that guy's cock while Jack sat at he bar and drank the rest of his free whiskey. I came back, Jack just grunted a "thanks" and we left. I told you he was a douche. But...it was hot."

There was no response but I knew he probably couldn't. I let that thought wash over him before continuing.

"But, the reason I'm telling you this is that I like that fantasy. I like to think about how I am made to whore myself out for money. I suppose it's possible, like this. The easiest way would be to do the bar/stranger fantasy. I'm in the bar, a business bar. I get hit on, I'm dressed the part. He knows why I'm there, we chit chat, he offers, I accept, I go to his room and complete the deal." That's the boring, easy way." {Pause}

I got the response "!!"

Then I continued. "But, that's not really the way I want it. I'd prefer it dirtier, rawer. Kind of like an extension of the "Jack" thing, if we'd been together long enough for him to press the fantasy. The real fantasy is that you take me somewhere like downtown, by the theater. I'm wearing just a tight stretchy dress, no underwear. Everything is out there for viewing. My nipples are hard and visible, the dress shows everything my ass can offer. I've got the sluttiest heels imaginable on. Everything screams, "whore." You pull the car around the corner and watch. Someone pulls up, I lean in to talk, you watch my ass wiggle as my head is inside the car." {long pause}

He texted, "!!" impatiently.

"So, I'm negotiating. You watch me point to the alley behind the theater. You know where, we fucked there before, remember? You watch me walk into the alley. The guy follows in his car. It's dark, you probably won't be able to see much without giving yourself away. You wait like a good cuckold while your wife earns her money. Finally, I walk out pulling my stretchy dress back over my tits with one hand and holding a wad of cash in the other. Even from across the street you see his cum is splattered all over my dress. I get in and suck you off in the same way I just did him and you add your cum to his, on my dress."

He wrote, "OMFG."

I was hoping he meant that in a good way. Then, I added, "and then I go back on the street and try again, there's a certain amount you want me to make and you tell me I can't stop until I reach it."

I had worked myself into an uncontrollable haze of desire. I started rubbing my clit. Like I said, guys are predictable, at least the ones like Scott. I'd barely taken my fingers out of my pussy when the doorbell rang. Scott stood there with a goofy grin.

I acted surprised to see him. "Scott? What are you doing here? Does Ryan know you are here?" I said, acting worried. 

"I hope he doesn't," he joked.

"Look, the other night..." I said dramatically, recalling my college drama days.

"Was what? Awesome? Spectacular? Stupendous? Yes, yes it was."

"Well," I blushed. "Maybe it was, a little, but Scott, seriously, you shouldn't be here. We can't keep doing this. I made a mistake the other night. I was just so mad at Ryan."

"And now you aren't? Should that even matter?"

He pulled me in close and kissed me. I resisted at first, to keep up appearances. He pushed me up against the wall. He was turned on. It didn't help that all I had on were panties and a loose top. His hands were under the top in a flash and he made me remember his talent in pleasuring my nipples. One of his hands went to my panties and slid the material to the side. He worked his finger into me. 

"Damn, you are wet already," he said with some awe.

He didn't know Ryan's letter and my fantasy had already worked me up into that state. "Scott, stop. We can't. We can't keep doing this."

I was checking his commitment to betraying his friend. He seemed committed. "Look, you and I have to admit that that other next was the best sex either us have had, probably ever."

He was kissing me hard again, I was returning his kisses now. 

"It was, but still, this is soooo wrong," I moaned. 

"I've been thinking about your mouth, ever since the other night. The sight of you, on your knees, my dick in there...I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Scott, stop." I pushed him away. We looked at each other through the near palpable aura of lust around us. I was glad he was thinking the way he was. It would be easier to complete what Ryan wanted me to do. "Listen. I'll make you a deal."

He was listening. Intently. 

"If I suck you off...if I show you what that's like, can we stop this? Will you stop bothering me if I do?"




Erin's World Ch. 06



He was willing to make that deal, if rejecting it meant getting nothing. He quickly agreed. I figured he was just lying. He, like most men are quickest to lie when their cocks are hard as rocks.

"But, it has to be your best," he countered. "Don't just try and jack me off with your hand or something. I want it like you'd do to Ryan. Wait, you're married, you might not even do that any more. No, I want it like you gave it to him when you were dating. I want that. Everything. Teasing, foreplay, licking, including my balls. Then, I want to cum in your mouth. Not on your mouth, your face, or your tits. I don't want to shoot it in there and watch it dribble out the sides, barely touching the insides of your cheeks. I want to cum in your mouth and I want it to stay there." He eyed me while I acted as if I was debating it in my head.

"K," I peeped shyly. I took him by the hand and led him to Ryan's recliner. I thought it would add an extra jolt for Ryan. It was his chair, no one sat in it but him. He made a point of letting the guys know it when they were over, no one sits in the "king's" chair. Yet, here was his friend, about to get his wife's oral charms in that very chair.

I knelt down in front of him. His cock was already out. I actually had to close my eyes and take a deep breath when I saw it again. How I had the strength to play that silly game leading up to that when I knew what awaited me, I had no idea. I stroked it a few times, admiring the hardness before he tsked me, reminding me that he wanted only my mouth. He stopped me. He was adding demands.

"And, I want you naked. I want to see your tits hanging, swinging, while you blow me. I want to see your ass, spread and bouncing when you do it. I want to be able to smell you when you give me head."

If he hadn't before I don't know how he couldn't after he said that, my pussy gushed at the thought. Inadvertantly my hand instinctively went to his cock again. He grabbed it and just said, "No. Just your mouth. Maybe I need to tie up your hands," he joked cruelly.

I could barely contain myself. It shot to the root of my being, my fantasy, my sluttiness. Being tied, made to please. I wanted to beg him to do it but I really didn't trust him. I had an idea.

"Then do it. It's just habit for me to "help" with my hands. Why don't you take my panties and wrap up my wrists behind me, just as a reminder. That way it'll be all mouth."

He loved that idea. He rolled them up quickly and fashioned makeshift handcuffs. Again, I swear he'd done it before. My hands were bound behind me. Sure, I could get out, after a struggle, but just the thought that he was now free to feel me up and use my mouth as he wished was what I needed.

I took his cock in my mouth and gave him my best. He got it all. I tongued his balls and his shaft. Up and down, over and over. I got his cock glistening. He just laid his head back and relaxed as his friend's cocksucking wife gave him the blowjob of his life. His eyes rarely left mine. It made me embarrassed and humiliated, as he no doubt desired. Unbeknownst to him, it was also driving me crazy. Finally, I got to bobbing up and down on that magnificent head and I made love to the tip and he groaned in appreciation.

"That's it, Erin. That's it baby, I'm going to fill you up. I want you to take it all. I want you to have to swallow it."

"I will," I mewed. I wanted it at least as much as he did. I wanted to engulf it the minute he took it out for me the other night. I showed him how much I wanted it. I took him as deep as I could as he began to spurt, allowing him to pump most of it directly down my throat. He held my head firm as he delivered his spunk into me. I choked and coughed but he held me firm until he was spent. I fell on the floor on my side sputtering, yet hot as all get out. He lifted me to a kneeling position in front of him. I was still tied. Some of the cum that I'd half coughed, half choked on had escaped my mouth and was dripping out of the corner of my mouth. A couple drops had fallen to the floor.

He pointed it out. "Is that what I wanted? Did I not say I wanted it all in you?"

The tone was dominant, firm. It made me practically squishy. "Yes, sir," I stammered. 

That just emboldened him. He loved the "sir."

He just pointed at the cum drops on the floor and I did what every other submissive cum slut would do. I leaned over carefully and I licked it up for him. He scooped what was remaining on the side of my mouth and "made" me eat that, too.

"There, all gone," he smirked. 

"Scott, remember our deal," I said, trying to gauge where we were at now.

"I remember," he said. "But, I also remember you said that I shouldn't bother you. You didn't say anything about if it was your idea. I'm around, I'm here a lot. You know what I have, and what we can do together. I'll leave that up to you," he grinned with audacity.

He left me there, bound, and walked out. That fucker tied me better than I thought, it took me ripping my beautiful panties to get out. Then I grinned. I sent Ryan another Sext at work.

It was a selfie of me, licking me lips, while twirling my torn panties on my finger. I wrote, "hope your day is going as good as mine."

He responded immediately. "What did you do?"

"I did what you said I should do. I finished what I'd started with Scott the other night. I told you Scott wouldn't let us down."

"Scott! That fucker! He fucked that pussy again?"

"No baby. You mentioned that I should give him the pleasure of one of my blowjobs, since it was cut short before. He got it all."

"Wow, what's with the panties, did he rip them off of you?"

I know that's what he was hoping happened. I thought he'd like what actually happened better though.

"No baby. I took him to your chair. He wanted just my mouth so I told him he might have to tie my hands behind me."

"Wow," he texted. "Hot. Wait, my chair? That fucker! He's knows that's my chair!"

It momentarily irked me because he was angrier about Scott using his chair than using his wife. "He used my mouth like that, in your chair, while my hands were behind me. He came in me, made me swallow and lick up what I missed. Then, he left me there, tied." I wanted to stab into that vulnerability he'd opened. "I envision that soon most of your friends will be stopping by during the day. They'll be "cumming" and going," I teased.

There was silence at first. "I...I know I told you the fantasy about that but... are you sure that's it is reality now?" He asked nervously.

"Hey, you opened this door. You are the one continually pushing me. Like I said, there is always a time for consequences."

He changed the subject back to Scott, "Damn, what a prick, leaving you like that."

I grinned. "He does have a great one, yes he does. But he left me and it took ten minutes to get out. I had to rip my own panties off."

"Wow, that's hot, too."

"It was. Hurry home." I needed satisfaction myself.

"I'd love to, but I'm stuck here. It'll be later than usual, too. We have a client flying in for a presentation. It'll probably be 8 or 9 or later."

"Fuck," I hissed in pain. Getting myself off was an option, but times like this there's nothing better than getting off the best way possible, on Ryan's cock or tongue.

"Maybe you'll have to find someone else to keep you company till then...lol" he texted back.

It was still early in the afternoon. Too early. Ryan's thoughts invaded mine. His desires for this were overtaking mine, or at least certainly matching mine. Still, I could wait until 8 or 9 couldn't I? Unless it was later than 9, he said it was possible. Still, that's not so long is it? I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. "Ugh," I groaned. I really didn't want to waste the orgasm I knew was brewing on my vibrator. I needed a real, fingernails in the back, scratching, clawing orgasm that only fantastic man on woman sex can give me. I started fantasizing about things. Ryan's things, my things, Scott, his workplace, Jimbo, the guys I've already had. I actually tried to stop myself, laughing, "get a hold of yourself, woman!" But, the voice on my other shoulder told me, "wouldn't you rather have someone else get a hold of you? You know you want it."

I did want it. It was too early for the bar, I didn't even know if Sam was working. Any other bar scene I wanted Ryan to be involved. I couldn't just call Red, the foreman up out of the blue either, nor did I want to open that up again. Scott had already come (cum) and gone, his other friends were working. Finally, his boss, Rob had done the gentlemanly thing and called it quits. I chided myself. "You've wanted to be an easy slut for so long, now you have the opportunity and a willing partner, and you can't get yourself laid? That's pathetic."

My inner slut already had the answer. I let her out. I heard her say, "hey, aren't there some guys that always hit on you at the gym?" I had my lycra outfit on and my gymbag on my shoulder in no time.

I actually had one guy in mind. I had Ryan's letter in my gymbag, I took it out whenever I was at a redlight and reread that particular part. "Hmmm, interesting," I thought. I'd never considered him before. He actually worked there. He was a trainer. That didn't mean he was working that day. I hoped he was, it was going to be his (and hopefully my,) lucky day. His name was Roland. And yes, he was black. I hadn't really seriously considered him before but it totally fit for what Ryan wanted and in my current state of desire it worked for me as well.

I arrived and to my disappointment I didn't see him. I figured I'd work out anyway, part of it to get rid of some of the frustration I was feeling but also to give anyone else the chance to hit on me and perhaps get lucky. Actually a few of them did. I was running it through my mind, considering choosing one of them to be the recipients of my current out of control libido. None of them really "did it" for me though. But, as my workout ended I really needed to make a choice or go without. I figured I'd take a quick steam bath, hit the shower then maybe flirt my way out the door with whoever I chose and hope something happens. I was disappointed that that was the choice I seemed left with.

I put on my two piece bathing suit and headed to the steam room. It was co-ed, it was in the public pool area. My bathing suit was conservative for a two-piece, at least for me. I'd only wear something like that in a place like this. Otherwise, I'd be showing a lot more. I tried relaxing in the steam for awhile but my mind kept on going back to what happened with Scott, what Ryan had wrote. The heat of the steam just intensified my own inner heat. Then, I saw him. He was at the end of the pool. It was Roland, he was there. He was on the deck teaching a water aerobics class. I watched through the steamed glass as he stretched and bounced along with the group. He was wearing a speedo. Even from where I sat, across the length of the pool, I could see a bulge. Speedos are good for that, maybe the only thing they are good for. For me though, it was advertising. I was interested. His stomach was taut. He actually had a six-pack. His legs were lean, his arms were muscled, but not overly so, more like a swimmer than a lifter. I held back a sigh. I groaned, my pussy was not enjoying just being teased.

The class was just ending. I walked out so that he'd notice me. He did. He smiled, said hi and we sat and chatted as I toweled myself down. He "helped" by drying off my back for me. I noticed his hands grip my hips behind the towel as he ran it over my ass. I was not in the mood for extended foreplay though. I turned to him. "So, when do you get off?"

I was hoping he'd get the double entendre. He played it well. "7 O'clock. Why?"

My heart kind of sunk. It was barely 5 now. I pouted. "Aw, too bad. I was kind of thinking of taking you up on that standing drink offer."

"You were? Wow. I never thought you actually would, I mean, nice."

"Nice? What good does that do me if you are working?" I said with a sexy smirk.

He knew I was married already. I'm sure I told him that every time he asked me for a drink. He had to know that opportunities like this were going to be rare. 

"You can't swing by at 7?" He asked hopefully.

I lifted my hand, showing my wedding ring. "Um, no."

He got the hint. "Be right back."

I told him I'd take my shower and talk on the way out. As I soaped myself up I slipped my fingers over my tits and around and into my soaking pussy. Oh my god, I needed a cock in there.

I was wearing just a cut off jersey and hot pink shorts which hugged my hips nicely. I had a bra in my bag but I left it in there. The jersey lifted when I lifted my arms. If I were to extend them all the way up, my tits would come into view. Just knowing that and feeling the breeze under my boobs made it all the more dangerous and exciting. As with some of my other tops I like to rip it down the middle, to expose a lot of cleavage. I wondered if I'd have to take all this lust and waste it all on my fingers or vibe at home. In the lobby he met me coming out. He was smiling. "Give me ten minutes."

I told him I'd meet him at Chili's, it was right across the street. I walked into the bar and got some nice looks from men on the way. I thought I'd take advantage of the chance and play it up for Ryan's sake later. It was similar to his "stranger" fantasy.

I teased some of the guys sitting in a booth across from my barstool by flashing them a lot of leg. Since I was sitting higher than them, I wondered if the could see far enough up the jersey to see the bottom of my tits. I could feel the cool air having no trouble hitting that area, I thought they probably could. I think the bartender enjoyed the view, too. He was tall, standing over me, he could look down and enjoy the slut's titties. He took his time making my drink, which was provided by one of the guys at the table.

Luckily, Roland took more than ten minutes. It was more like a half hour. I actually considered that he might be standing me up but I was feeling a good starting buzz and I liked the attention I was getting anyway. He came in panting. He apologized profusely. He really thought I'd have left by now. He had no idea the need I had. He was jealous that someone already had bought me a drink. I thought that was cute. He knew I was married and yet he's jealous of some other guy, hitting on his married "date." I thought, "guys are funny."

Roland was nice and polite at first and I knew this was not the time nor place for any of that. I quickly took his hand and placed in on my leg which moved things along. I knew I'd have to encourage him fully, and quickly. I mentioned casually that my husband would be home around 8 just to hopefully move things along. He was a playa, though. I think he envisioned himself as a big time ladies man. I wondered what he'd do when the woman he was pursuing needed it as much as he did. I was hoping he wasn't all talk and no action. He wasn't. In very short time the hand that I'd encouraged now had more than once slipped inside my shorts. He actually flicked across my bare pussy a couple times. He smiled lewdly when he realized I didn't have panties in the way. I kept stealing glances at him, I saw his hands. I imagined his black hands on my soft, white skin, on my ass, my tits. I imagined his lips on mine, what that might look like. Every time I thought of his black cock I think my pussy jolted me. Having that...in me...was driving me crazy now. Ryan's own dream had become mine. I had to have it. We were both into our second drink when one of his long fingers slipped inside me. I know the guys at the booth could see it, at least that his hand was inside my shorts and by the way I was moving they knew what was happening. He pulled his fingers out and slid them under his nose. "mmm," he moaned. I went to the ladies room. I texted Ryan. 

"Take your time at work, honey. Your slut wife has jungle fever."

I turned off the sound. I knew I'd have like 27 messages when I looked again.

I went back to him. I wanted to jump him then. I told him we needed to go. He paid the rest of the tab and we stood up. Just then an older man who had no doubt been watching us from across the bar walked by on his way out. 

He said, "I can't believe any decent woman like you would have anything to do with a N***er like that."

I swear Roland was going to kill him but before he could even respond I took Roland by the hand and said to the guy, "and that's why you'll never fuck anyone like me and he will."

I grabbed Roland by the hand, I put it on my ass and he kept it there the whole way out as everyone watched.

"I should've popped that guy," he snarled.

"Naw, I think it worked out. What good are you to me if you are in jail?"

We got into his car. "Did you mean it, what you said to him?"

"About fucking you? Yes. Well, I guess that's up to you, too," I giggled. 

I felt his crotch, he was swelling. I took it out. It was salty, still sweaty, he hadn't had time to shower. That never bothers me, I get lost in the smell and taste of a man. I cleaned him with my mouth. He couldn't believe how slutty I was being and how easy I was after trying all this time. He was quiet at first. I like dirty talk so I encouraged him to do so while I sucked him.

"Did you ever think you'd get this slut's mouth on your black cock?" I purred.

"Yeah, I knew you couldn't resist. You all put up a good show but then you end up with black cock in your slutty little mouths."

I couldn't believe how quickly his tone had changed. I guess getting one's cock sucked does that. I didn't mind though, it was making me slippery.

"Yeah, suck it. Suck it baby. I wish that guy could see you now, sucking on this n***er cock."

"Me too," I moaned, but mostly I wish Ryan could. 

At my urging we pulled the car around the back of the restaurant, into a more deserted part of the lot. I needed to get fucked. I needed to cum like a banshee and I was going to use his cock or tongue, hands, whatever I needed to make that happen. His car was small, though. I was thinking of going back to get the SUV but I couldn't make myself take his cock out of my mouth to do it. He was long and hard. It wasn't as thick as Ryan's or Scott's, but it was plenty for me to get off on, and, to help that, it was black. I wished I could see it myself, like out of body. I wished I could see what it looked like with my white whore mouth wrapped around his black cock.

He was moaning. I think he thought that's all he was going to get so he was letting himself get off that way. I saw how close he was. I gripped him tightly and choked away that feeling for the moment.

"Oh no," I panted. "That thing is going to cum in my married pussy. Don't you dare cum anywhere but there."

He grinned. "That's what I'm talking about! I told you all you white bitches love that black cock."

I said, "don't get all judgemental. It's my first one."

"It won't be your last," he winked. He was probably right.

I pulled him out of the car. My shorts were halfway down my ass. I pulled him to the back wall of the restaurant. We were shielded from the rest of the parking lot by the large dumpster. I remembered how Sam had fucked me against the wall of the bar before. I wanted that again. He pushed me against the wall and mauled my tits. The cropped jersey made it easy access for him. My nipples swelled under his attentions. He squeezed them firmly and each time it made me jump. He took charge. He held my hands above my head with one of his strong hands while the other one pawed me all over. He wriggled my shorts down so that he could finger my pussy. I lifted one of my legs up to give him the needed access. He finger fucked me and occasionally played with my nipples. I shuddered to my first orgasm as he held me up against the wall, helpless to stop his assault. 




Erin's World Ch. 06



He grinned at my orgasm. "Yeah, like that, white bitch?" he joked. He really wasn't all that "street." He was probably as street as I was. He just figured I'd like that. He was right.

"Yes, yes," I sighed as his fingers probed deeper. "Give me your black cock. Give this white slut some big, black cock." I never really specifically had the "white slut/black cock" fantasy before. I like all cocks, but with Ryan's urging, it just came out. I just had to play the fantasy to enjoy it with Ryan later.

He didn't argue. His pants fell to his ankles. He took out his cock and slid the tip around my sloppy pussy. "God, you are fucking wet," he said with surprise. "Does the thought of fucking some black cock do that to you?"

He had no idea. It was that, it was because of Ryan, it was because of Scott, it was because of me. All of it made me want it, right then, and badly. Truthfully, it wasn't because he was black, or white, or red, or purple. I just love to be fucked on demand.

"Give it to me," I begged. "Fuck me."

"Beg me. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want some black guy fucking your...white...slutty...married...whore pussy."

I was in lust. I couldn't just grab it and guide it into me because he kept my hands together above my head. He liked me being the helpless whore. I did too.

"Yes, fuck my pussy raw, baby. Fuck this married slut like you've wanted to for so long. Take it hard, make me pay for making you wait. Then, give me that cum, deep in my pussy, where it belongs."

He couldn't wait any longer. He let my hands go. I gripped his hips, I lifted one leg, which he held onto. He eased his cock into me like that. I let out a loud moan. He grinned.

"Shhh," you don't want anyone checking out the noises do you? Unless it's that racist fucker. I'd like him to see me now, buried to the hilt in the white slut."

I bucked into him. I was fucking him as much as he was fucking me. He banged me mercilessly like that. His one arm held my leg up, the other hand was around my ass. He played with my asshole with his finger while he fucked me. Soon, he began fucking my ass with one, then two fingers. He used my own juices as lubrication. It got me off. I screamed again. He just laughed.

"White whores coming on black cock, priceless," he joked.

I just hung on for dear life as he pounded me. He had stamina, but he wasn't inhuman, he couldn't hold it forever. He filled me with his cum, as he bucked me wildly. I just hung on to his shoulders and let him bounce me up and down until he was spent.

Finally, he let my leg down. He was embarrassed. He didn't know what to say. I call it post coital regret, as I've mentioned before. It all sounded good to him when he was hard but now I'm sure he wondered if he'd gone too far. I'm sure he wondered if there could ever be a second time now. He didn't know of Ryan's new "rule."

I kissed him and thanked him. He was relieved that I wasn't mad. I came on his dick three or four good times, how could I be mad at that?

He asked me if he'd see me again. I told him he knows where I work out and gave him a wink. I left him like that, his pants still around his ankles and his cock still glistening from me.

I looked at myself in my rear view mirror as I drove. I was a mess. My hair was all over, my lipstick was smeared all over my face. I looked down, my shorts had cum stains on them, my jersey had gotten ripped in the frenzy, the rip I'd started purposely in the cleavage before had now grown in size. My tits barely stayed in on the drive home. I stayed like that until I got home. I checked my messages, sure enough, Ryan had tried to contact me numerous times. I took a selfie of me in that condition and sent it to Ryan.

"He treated this married white bitch like the slut she is."

He could barely contain himself. He called me. He was whispering, "I'm outside the conference room, the meeting is still going on. I can't fucking believe it, you fucked the guy? He was black? Oh my god, oh my god."

"Honey, calm down, don't let everyone else hear you or else I really will become the office slut."

"God, I almost don't care right now. I almost wish you'd just come here like that, just like you are in that picture and lay across the conference table as all these guys line up to fuck my black cock loving slut."

I giggled, "I'm not a black cock slut. I'm an all cock slut."

He admitted, "true, you are an equal opportunity slut."

Somehow Ryan got himself out of his meeting early so he could come home and bust his own nut in his slut wife while I told him how it went down. We were surprised at how intense it was for each other. He wondered if it would just be a passing thing until I reminded him of his new rule that I had to let him have another go at me. He smiled from ear to ear.

"Do you think he might be the one...the long term lover?"

I know it disappointed him each time I said no, but I had to say it again. I just didn't see him as, "the type."

He huffed, "it seems the only one who fits that type is Jack, and he's the one guy you refuse to do it with."

He left me there panting and filled with his cum to stew on that thought. He was pushing, always pushing. The edge was nearing.

{End of Erin's World- 6}



Erin's World Ch. 07



I teased Ryan for days constantly about how some young black guy used his wife's pussy. He got hard every time I did. Every comment was like a dagger which stabbed at his very cuckold core.

"God honey, being pinned against that wall, outside, unable to stop him from cumming inside your slut wife...," I'd say to him.

"Did you even try to stop him?" He'd ask with irritation, though I sensed he still wanted more.

"Of course not, if a guy has my pussy out and wants it, he can take it. It's really not up to me at that point."

"Are going to take it again?"

"Yes, silly. You and your stupid cuckold "rule" about never having it once. I can't really control that now."

"When do you think you and he....?" He choked out.

"When it happens. The world is open to your slut wife now. Guys, possibilities are all around. I think you just need to be patient, it shouldn't take long for men to use me, now that you've opened the door so wide."

He shut up for awhile. For the first time since we'd started this he didn't pester me for days about it.

That's why I was really surprised when he told me he had the guys coming over again for another game on Friday, along with poker and beer. He'd had some time to cool off, apparently. He was starting to get used to days and days without sex. Denial. He'd have to wait and suffer until something else happened. The week went by with my constant teasing. I wore as little as possible around the house unless it was a purposely enticing outfit. Once, I had on the lavender panties outfit. 

"Morning, honey."

"Oh man, that outfit is drop dead sexy," he panted.

"Oh, you like? Yes, Rob liked that one too. He was the first one to see me in...and out of it."

He winced but I know he loved hearing it. "Do you think your friends might like to see it?" I teased.

"Fuck, I don't think you'd be wearing it long if you did."

"Yeah, probably. I've been looking at your "favorite places" on your pc. I see you bookmarked several wife slut/poker hostess stories. Coincidence right? Coincidence that you decided to play poker on Friday for the first time in a year or so?"

He was flustered and turned on, the denial was making him edgy. He blushed at being "caught."

"Don't worry," I grinned coolly, "I have some of my own ideas about what you need."

We were nearing a turning point. He was either going to be crushed by his own fantasies or he'd end up being all in and get lost in them.

"Please, honey," he begged, "tell me, I don' t think I can take it.

I really thought he could. His continuous and precipitious turn toward the more humiliating aspects of cuckolding made me consider more possibilities than before. It wasn't as much me pushing him towards the edge, it was more like he was pulling me. I was planning on stoking that fire. I wanted something he wouldn't expect, but would like nonetheless. I went to the mall. There's a store that sells clothes meant for younger women. That is, younger, pencil thin, skinny women. I browsed the store while a young guy with purple spiked hair helped me. He had piercings all over his face. He had them in his eyebrows, his nose, his lip, even his tongue was studded. I wanted something cute for Friday night. I tried on different combinations, with Daba's help. Yes, that's what his name badge said. Daba. He was respectful, polite. He couldn't have been more than 19, if that.

I really needed a man's opinion. He kept saying, "Oh, that one is nice," "I like the color of that one," or, "that one suits you."

Finally, I just quietly told him, "look, I really need to know if these are hot, that's the important thing. I need to know if they are sexy. I'm not looking for "cute," or, "nice." I want to know if it'll make cocks hard, that's what I want to hear."

He gave me a surprised look but nodded. I went into the dressing room. I tried on some really tight, low rise red capri pants. I added a white sleevless T with red lettering that said, "Slut U" on it. Yes, they really do have stuff like that. "Kids today," I thought, shaking my head. It was too small for me, I'd taken off the bra, I was popping out. It was meant for someone far younger and skinnier. I just wanted to see his reaction, see if he could be honest. I stepped out.

"Whoa," he said which brought the thought of Shaggy from Scooby Doo to my mind.

"Well?" I asked.

"Wow, those pants are smokin' hot," he grinned slyly.

"What about the top?" 

"That's totally hot, too. But are you sure that's the look you want? I mean, "Slut U," I never really get the girls that wear those things." He was eyeballing my tits, which were swelling out of the teeny top. Ogling, more like it.

He was right when he said "girls," it was meant for a teenage slut, not an older one. I knew it, too. I just wanted his reaction. Now that I knew he'd be honest I was free to experiement. I tried on many things. Halters, tube tops, shorts, lyrca dresses. He told me which ones he like and which he didn't. He was really warming up to me, it was an unintended but interesting side effect.

Finally, I chose an outfit and brought it to the counter. I and added an accessory which made him lift his eyebrow. "Do you know what that means?" He wondered. "Women wear those when they... um...."

I smiled with a shy blush. "I do...and so does he." I'd picked out some add on's to go with it.

"Ok then," he smirked. He rang me up while ogling my tits again. I'd put my bra in my purse to allow it. He just shook his head when I caught him staring absentmindedly at them. "Sorry, can't help it, they are...quite spectacular."

I grinned. I thought about the part of Ryan's letter regarding things like this. I knew he'd get an attitude if I had the chance and didn't do it. "Would you like to see them?" I whispered. "Is there... somewhere we could go?"

"Hell yeah," he blurted. He signalled me to go back through a beaded curtain to the back of the store. He pulled me out the back, out the back door to the truck delivery area.

I grinned. It was deserted, for now. "So," I said as I pulled up my top and let my tits free. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

His face lit up. "Fucking right I did. Oh my god, lady, those things are great! They are fucking real, too, right?"

"100%" I said. "Touch them, judge for yourself.....wait....how old are you?"

"18 1/2" 

I laughed at the "half." I motioned for him to continue.

His hands were on me in a flash. I bit my lip as his fingers grazed my nipples. I sighed. The thought of what I was about to do made them stick out proudly.

"Ok," I said, remembering where we were.

He thought fun time was over. I was old enough to be his older sister, or an aunt. I'm sure he wasn't expecting anything more.

"I appreciate your service, Daba, and your honest opinions. I want to give you a reward," I said, mirroring the wording in Ryan's fantasy. 

I dropped to my knees. He didn't need another hint. His cock was out. I was on my knees on the asphalt with his cock in my mouth in seconds. He didn't last long. I doubt he's ever had anyone do that to him with the skill I possess, having had so much practice at it. He filled me with his youthful spunk, the amount which was copious. I took what I could and just let the rest spill on the ground. I giggled when I thought of him taking his coworkers out back to point out the puddle later to "prove" he wasn't telling them a story. I kissed him on the cheek as he turned his head to avoid contact with my cum covered lips. I thanked him and left. As I walked around the back of the store to the parking lot I took another selfie for Ryan with my face dripping cum.

I texted him, "18 year old mall cock is yummy."

His response was, "wow, 18? Oh my god." It was straight out of one of his written fantasy ideas.

He really enjoyed the times I just had sex with someone, it gave him the anonymity to enjoy it without having to suffer much for it.

On Friday Ryan was so nervous it was funny. I almost thought about calming him down with a blowjob or something but I thought that he really should be tortured by having to consider everything that could happen. He pressed me for details but I just smiled sweetly and said, "Your friends are coming over. You have told me your kinky friend fantasies, you've opened the door for anything so you'll just have to make sure you don't get in the way." We'd been moving forward since he originally mentioned his friend fantasy. We both knew it was no longer just a fantasy since Scott fucked me. We both knew it was moving to something... more.

"Please," he begged me. "I know you always know the best way to turn me on, but please, be careful. I'm so not sure about this, at least what might happen."

That just tormented him throughout the day, I'm sure. I could barely keep my hands off my pussy all day but I really tried. I wanted to be as hot as possible, too.  Finally, Ryan got home. I made him get the beer and snacks together this time. It was kind of payback from the last time. I told him I needed time to "get ready for his friends." That statement made his eyes widen. It was my intention to push the fantasy forward. 

He wasn't satisfied anymore talking about it. He was pressing me to do things, more things. He wanted me to press him right back. Then, when I would it would get him off so well, only to be followed by a period of regret. We were dancing on the edge of making the fantasy come true and the reality of how that would change everyone's relationships. I wasn't going for the "out in the open gang bang of the poker hostess, thing." It probably did exist as a fantasy, at least in the darkest parts of our brains, though. 

No, I was more interested in pushing the cuckold angle. I was planning on teasing him on what his friends were doing behind his back. I'd done enough of "his" things, for him. We were headed for a defining moment. I decided I'd either make him admit he won't stop with all this or, he'd decide to reclaim me as his and never bring it up again. I was enjoying my newly found freedom to be the type of slut I longed to be but I felt like I was more like the slut Ryan wanted me to be. I had desires beyond his. He knew them. Still, it continued to be about his thoughts and desires. Where this would lead, I don't think either of us knew. I was tired of wondering. Things would happen soon, I knew it. 

I walked back into the kitchen. I had on french panties, sandals, and nothing else. He whistled and tried to touch me.

I chided him. "Stop, you are not to touch me until after your friends do."

"What?" He asked excitedly. "Are you going to let them touch you? All of them or just Scott?" Again, he was caught in the constant battle between wanting it so badly that the lust took over, and wanting to run and hide and never speak of it again. His hard cock always seemed to win out.

"Who is coming over, exactly?" 

"Scott, of course. No way he'd pass up a chance to come over again. Then, Ray, John, Dave, and one of Ray's buddies...Bill I think."

"Ooh," I teased. "Fresh meat."

He scowled. 

I said, "just some new guy who is going to see your slutty hostess." I hadn't planned on anyone new. This was going to get more complicated. Still, knowing his friends, I had no doubt I could make it still happen.

"You didn't answer my question," he pouted. "Are they all going to touch you?"

"Yes, that's my plan. Tonight, we're going to make you have to face the consequences of allowing your friends to paw at me like you have. Tonight, I'm going to allow it, encourage it."

I saw his face contort as he considered the possibilities. I rubbed my tits right in his face. "That's right, baby. Tonight I want every one of your friends to feel my tits. They already tend to paw me, but through my tops, usually while trying to lift it to get underneath. Tonight, let's see how many of them are successful. Same goes for my ass, or anything else they might dare to touch.

"Fuck," he coughed. "How? How in the world can you make sure that happens without them just taking you and fucking you, all of them, right in front of me?"

"Yes, anything is possible," I admitted. "But, you need to face the consequences of your actions. You want your friends to do something with me. You say you want more but then you say you don't want to have to watch, or deal with what might happen, after. But, you know you can't have it happen without facing those demons. I'm telling you as a tease that, yes, tonight I plan on letting your friends feel me up while you are right around the corner. Let's let them see how much they can get away with with you so near.  I'll try and keep you informed on how much they got away with so that you have to know what's going on the entire night."

"Are you....going to fuck them?" He asked fearfully.

I didn't want him to know my plan. I just giggled, "maybe," and walked out to get ready. I heard the guys come in one by one. I stayed in the bathroom while I got ready. Ryan came in and saw me still partially undressed. 

"Baby," he said uncomfortably. "The guys are here."

"I know they are," I said with a dismissive air. "I'll be out in a moment." I patted my panty clad ass before peeling it down slowly for effect. "Do you think your friends will like how my ass feels, baby?" I teased.  "Come here, get on your knees and kiss it, baby. I want you to kiss the ass you are going to let your friends touch. Think of it as a goodbye kiss until they are done."

He didn't argue. He actually licked my cheeks tenderly before I stopped him. "Ok, that's enough."

My nipples stood out proudly with all the sexy teasing. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in front of him. "Do you think they'll like these, too, baby? You know only Scott has felt any of me, bare."

He just muttered something and walked out, adjusting himself in the process. I put on my outfit. Ryan hadn't seen it. It was the red capri pants I'd bought before from the mall. They were low rise at the waist and tight, very tight. I wore a black elastic strap back top which kind of looks more like a bra than a top. It only goes down the ribcage slightly longer than a normal bra. It strapped around the back of my neck. The cups pushed up and accentuated my cleavage.  I added the accessory that Daba, the mall boy had questioned me about. I slipped it around my ankle. I wore some sexy pumps.  I walked out.  I walked right past the group of guys that were lounging around the living room. I walked right into the kitchen, barely acknowledging them. Their loud, constant banter had come to an abrupt halt. I heard a few murmurs from the kitchen. I came out with a bottle of beer. I needed a little buzz for this. The guys could barely keep their eyes on the game. Every time I stood up I felt all those eyes on my ass, which was tightly packed in the capris. 

I'd considered a lot of things in making my wardrobe choice. I could've chosen something to make it "easy access" but that really wasn't what I wanted. I wanted his friends to have to consider the risk of what they were doing. I didn't want to make it easy, if they wanted something, they'd have to press the issue. They were used to seeing how much they could get away with, I wanted them to find out the surprise when they did again. Scott started the ball rolling. That he was first and boldest was no shock.

"Get me a beer, wench," he joked. Since Ryan already knew Scott had fucked me, it put a different spin on it for us. I'd been Scott's wench. I knew that had to tickle that lustful shame that is in Ryan. I walked into the kitchen. I heard Scott tell the others, "I was just kidding, I'll get it myself." He came in behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I bent into the fridge and ground his cock into me. I moaned. I missed that beautiful dick already. I turned around a smacked his arm. 

"Scott! Quit!"

"Are you sure you want me to? Even before we fucked you let me touch you." After seeing no argument from me he put his hand on my mound and rubbed it. "Damn these pants are tight, girl."

He was right. His touch was barely restricted, it was like a second skin. I looked over his shoulder for any sign of approaching movement. I saw none. "Fine," I huffed, "here," I said as I guided his hands onto, then under my top. He skillfully felt my tits up until I pulled away when I heard footsteps.  It was Ray. Scott walked out with a smug smile. 

Ray had touched me before, but only after he'd been drinking awhile. We'd all barely just started. I offered him a beer. He accepted with a smile. He was eyeing my tight pants. I grinned.

"You like?" I said as I spun around for him.

"Awesome, fucking awesome. I wish I had someone like you around my house."

"Why, what would you do with something like this?" I grinned, patting my ass teasingly.

"Um, just everything," he said.

"Dirty man," I said. He walked out grinning. I had just wanted to get him thinking, he was the type that would need more time, and beer to get to the point I wanted him.

One by one Ryan and his friends found ways to "meet" me in the kitchen. For an hour or more only Scott had touched me, bare. There were a few flirty touches but no grabs. No one pushed the envelope yet. I teased them more openly, though, just to keep the air charged. They were used to being the aggressors, I knew it was only a matter of time they'd move in.

Dave came in. He was the least aggressive of the group and maybe the only one who wasn't grab ass with me. He was happily married, a rare thing indeed. 

He saw me bent over the cooler. I caught him staring at my ass. He averted his eyes, they went down to the anklet. He looked uncomfortable. 

"So, uh....I like the ankle bracelet."

"Thanks," I said, hoping to encourage him to be bolder.

"You...uh....know what people say about that?"

"About what? About me wearing a bracelet like this?"

"Yes, well not about you, necessarily, about any married woman who wears it."

"Why? What do they say?" I said, I was grinning shyly.

"Oh god," he stammered. He was probably regretting bringing it up. 

I pressed him. I wanted him to say it out loud.

"Just that uh...a married woman wearing a bracelet on her ankle means she still has sex..."

"Of course I still have sex, silly."

"No, I mean, that she's open to sex...with others...."

"What? No it doesn't! It's just jewelry. Oh my god," I said, feigning shock.

His embarrassed look was priceless.

"Are you saying I'm advertising that I'm a hot wife or something?" I winked. "Shhh," I teased, putting my finger over my lips. "Don't tell anyone." I left him in the kitchen like that. The guys were crowding around the TV, the seats were filled and they didn't make much space on the couch. I tried to squeeze in between Scott and John but Scott quickly pulled me over and sat me on his lap as everyone laughed. 

"Sorry, musical chairs," he teased. "You lose."

Ryan was watching intently but said nothing. I didn't move, Scott didn't move me, so for the next fifteen minutes I said on his friend's lap as his bulge reminded me of what I was needing. It had to be painful for Ryan. He ignored it, but of course everyone took note. Finally, someone needed another beer so I stood up, but not without some protest from Scott, who "playfully" held onto my hips until I finally wrestled free. I slapped at his hand, but in a way that let everyone else know that it hadn't bothered me. I was hoping it would give them ideas. Ryan met me in the kitchen. I quickly told him what happened with Scott earlier and what everyone else said or did (or mostly hadn't done yet). I told him about Dave and my ankle bracelet. He nodded in recognition of it.

"I know, I saw that," he said, eyeing the accessory. "I was wondering if you were advertising that, that you were now "available."

"I am available, silly," I teased. "I plan on wearing one frequently now. I was actually thinking of putting a charm on this one to commemorate the other day."




Erin's World Ch. 07



"A charm? What kind of charm?"

"I actually bought it but it's in my drawer. It's a black spade, like on a deck of cards. You know that means I'm a black cock slut."

"Fuck," he groaned. "I know what that means. God, don't wear that in front of them, pleeeeeeeease."

I smiled. "You notice I'm not. But there will be times I will. I want you to know that. I actually bought all the suits, the spade, the heart, diamonds and the other one, what is it?"

"Clubs..." he stuttered.

"Right, I plan on wearing all of them together a lot. It'll be our own code for my slutty behavior. If a spade means I'm a black cock slut then wearing all of them will mean I'm a slut for all cock, regardless of color. That'll be our own meaning."

"So, are you going to get fucked?" He asked. It sounded hopeful and terrified at the same time.

"Maybe," I said, "but only Scott has touched me anywhere, and he's already been there, done that."

"Aw, poor slut," Ryan smirked with some joy. "Can't even get guys to touch her even though nothing is stopping them," he replied smugly.

"Don't worry cuckold," I replied. "Before this night is over they will, some may even have the smell of me on them. If you get that attitude with me again I'll go put those charms on and tell them what it means!"

His face reddened. "Oh man. Please don't."

"I'm not really worried, you guys spend half the night when poker starts, I'll have plenty of time." He started to walk out. I stopped him. "Send Bill in here, he's the only one I don't really know, let me get more acquainted," I emphasized.

"Oh god, what are you going to do?" He said, now worried.

"Making sure your friends are happy with their poker experience," I said coldly. "We also have no idea if he has loose lips, since he's not really your friend. If he's the first one to get his hands on your wife's ass it might not take long for that information to get around."

He frozen, it was becoming very real for him. 

"Go!" I snapped. "Send him in."

He was in the kitchen shortly.  "Hi Bill, we haven't really talked. I just wanted to say hi and ask if you needed anything. I know what all those guys like to eat and drink but I know nothing about you."

He was eyeing me up and down as I spoke. How could you blame him. My titties were basically pushed up and on display and my curves were all barely kept in by my pants, even the folds of my pussy were evident.

I interrupted his ogling. I smiled, "I said, what do you like?"

We had been drinking for a couple hours now, the ballgame was over, most of the guys were feeling very little pain. I'd paced myself but I was feeling a nice, sexy buzz. Bill was, too.

"I like those pants," he said with a mumble.

"Silly," I said playfully. "They are just capris."

"There's nothing " just" about anything you are wearing, unless it's just, wow."

"Aw, that's sweet. What do you like about the outfit? Go ahead, be honest, I don't know you, I don't know how you think, give it to me straight, those other guys will bullshit me."

He looked around. "Ok, the top says you want our eyes to pop out of our heads trying to see your tits. You don't have a bra under it and the way you've been posing and bending for us you want them seen." He was was blunt. I liked that. "In fact, there were a few times it looked as though you wanted someone to hook their finger around that "V" and tug it down so we could do just that." I giggled and blushed. 

"The pants say you are proud of your body and that you want us all to see every magnificent curve you have...and....you have to know we all can see the very shape of your pussy."

"Wow," I said, now interested. "That's kind of forward."

"Hey, you asked. You said you didn't want the bullshit. "And...."

"And what?" I asked. His forcefulness was turning me on, especially when I knew I wasn't going to put up any defense, should he try to get frisky.

"And the anklet says that you fuck around....or at least that you'd like to."

"Wow," I said aloud, surprised at the extent of the candor.

"I'm not sure an outfit can say all that," I said trying to backpedal in embarrassment.

"I think it does."

Just then the guys in the living room started moving furniture around for their poker game. Ryan and John came in and picked up the kitchen table and carried it into the living room. Bill lent a hand and left me in contemplation. Ryan came back. "Did you get to know him?" he asked excitedly. He meant physically, of course.

"Not yet, but I have a feeling he's going to have handfuls of your wife before the night is over. If we wouldn't have been interrupted I think he'd already know what my tits and ass feel like."

I saw Ryan have to make his cock more comfortable in his pants before he returned to the living room.  Now that the poker had started it made it easier to interact one on one. They spent their time focused, sitting at the table and I played the hostess. The only time any one of them had any spare time at all was when they were out of the current hand. Bill was the first one back after the game started.

"Oh, hi," I said shyly. I really didn't feel in control with him. I didn't know him, what he was capable of. In a way, I liked it better. 

"I'm going to sit out a few hands," he said. "I've been taking a bath so far. I feel luckier hanging out here with you," he joked.

"I'm a lucky charm?"

"Yes, kind of, every time you bring those guys a beer they seem to win the next hand. I wondered why it wasn't rubbing off on me."

I was bent, looking back at him. "You think I'm lucky?"

"I think anything that remotely is connected to you is lucky."

I giggled, "so you think luck rubs off?"

He caught my drift right away. "I think anything that rubs up against you is, by definition, lucky."

He was really focused on my ass. He didn't even seem embarrassed to look, even when I caught him doing it. We were both feeling good. I turned to him, my boobs nearly in his face.

"Aw, I feel bad. You are the new guy and they are taking advantage of you. You want to try to improve your luck?"

I pushed my tits together seductively. His eyes shot open.

"Be right back," I said. I carried two beers out to the boys. I returned. "There, that'll keep them busy for a minute."

I grabbed his hands and let him feel me through my top. I was hoping he'd want more and he did. He wasn't satisfied feeling material, he took what he wanted. He slid under the top and massaged my bare tits. He kept eye contact as he pinched my nipples so that he could watch me squirm.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He hissed. "That's why you are just putting it out there for us. I told you that you wanted us to see them, to touch them, didn't I?"

I just sighed from the work of his hands. "I'm just trying to make you get some luck," I said somewhat unconvincingly.

"Yes, I feel luckier already. I'm not sure I'm lucky enough, though."

"No?" I whimpered. I was getting hornier.

"I think I'd feel luckier if I got to rub that," he said as he got my ass cheeks in his hands. He massaged my butt through the material. I wanted what I'd told Ryan. I wanted someone to feel what they wanted, bare. I unbuttoned the front button and managed to wriggle them down, exposing some of my ass. He took advantage and slid his hands over my bare ass and even down inside the waist band so he could dig even deeper.

I moaned as I let him fondle me like that while my pussy heated up. Finally, I pushed him away with a grin. "Ok, that should be lucky enough. 

He shrugged and went back to play. It was fate. For the next half hour he seemed to be winning with regularity. Every time he'd scoop a pot he'd give me a wink. 

Scott never passed up opportunity to be alone in the kitchen, either, and he also repeated his gropes of my tits. I also gave him the chance at my ass like I did with Bill. He told me he was going to fuck me again before the night was over.

After Scott went back to the game I noticed that the guys came into the kitchen one by one. Next it was Ray. He was drunk and already previous handsy so it was easy and quick. He mauled my tits and I just kept the top button of the pants undone so that I could quickly lower them for easier access to their hands. Ryan came in between most of their visits and I told him what his friends were doing. I think it needs to be pointed out here that he didn't try and stop me, not once.

"How's that feel, baby? How is that feeling, knowing that they all felt your wife's tits and ass? How does that feel knowing they think your wife is just a slut to be pawed?"

"Oh my god," he panted. "They look so fucking guilty too, when they come back, except for Bill, he just keeps smirking at me."

"That's probably because he's the only one that really "knows," about the ankle bracelet and its meaning. Dave mentioned it but I think he's too naive to think that I actually know what it means. I think the others just think I did it without knowing. I think Bill knows that I'm really a slut. He's sure of it."

"Wow," he said in lustful pain.

"Yes, he's the one who knows what you have on your hands. That also means he knows you are a cuckold. I think he'd take full advantage of that, given the opportunity."

"You think so? Fuck, I think he's kind of a low class greaseball."

"How cute," I thought. "He's jealous of the stranger, not of the foreman that fucked me, or the bartender, the black guy or even his friend, Scott. No, this was the first time he actually seemed irked about it." I was in this now, though. I shooed him out of the kitchen. John and Dave were the only two who hadn't had copious feels of me. They weren't really the type, even though John had no doubt tried to feel me up before. That was ok. The night was moving in another direction. I went with the flow.

The guys decided to play a "Sit and Go" they called it. It's a poker elimination game where one guy gets eliminated after the other until there's one winner. It was going to be the last game of the night, everyone would leave after they got knocked out. Dave was eliminated first. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as he left, sweet man that he was. I leaned in to him just to see if he'd change his mind and try something, but, true to his nature, he didn't. Next out of the game was John. I repeated the kiss and as I leaned in his hand was on my ass but he barely rubbed it before leaving. Ray and Scott were the next two out, Ray had to wait around for Scott to be eliminated, he was his driver. That gave him time alone with me which allowed him to pinch and tease my nipples, which only served to drive me crazy with lust. When Scott got knocked out he was even more handsy, even in front of Ray. He got both hands on my ass, he got them inside the material and shoved his hands down the bareness. It exposed a nice amount of ass cheek for Ray to enjoy as well. 

He said in a whisper, "I don't know how it happened that all those guys got you all worked up for me and I didn't fuck you. But, I promised I wouldn't make you, that you'll ask for it. If you can get away tonight, you know my number. I think you want to fuck me."

That left Bill and Ryan. Bill had more chips than John, a lot more, I guessed that was good. I sat next to Ryan as they played. Ryan started winning. He kept feeling my legs and even my tits through my top as he played. It was as if he was trying to "reclaim me" as his. Finally, they were about even. Bill complained.

"Look, no fair, the lady is giving you all the luck."

Ryan just cockily said, "it's about skill, it has nothing to do with luck."

"Bullshit. Every time you touch her you win a fucking hand," he joked.

"Skill," Ryan smirked smugly.

I knew it was time to remind him of his status with me. I stood up and went to sit on Bill's lap before the next hand. Ryan started to complain but I shushed him before he got two words out. Bill just smiled knowingly. The next few hands went back and forth, no one was getting an advantage. Ryan said, "See? Has nothing to do with her."

I whispered to Bill, "that's because he was touching me, my legs, my tits."

Bill smiled at me. He said to Ryan, "Let me try something." He slid his hands up and down my legs slowly, sensually as Ryan dealt the cards. Ryan's eyes threw daggers at me but my return glare set him straight. Sure enough, Bill won a few hands in a row, though small ones. Then he got bolder, he cupped my tits over the top right in front of Ryan and fondled them. Ryan wanted to complain but because of our new relationship and his fantasy he couldn't. I was wriggling in Bill's lap, I could feel his bulge grow.

He won the next hand, big. "See? He said firmly. "It's clearly her tits that are the lucky thing." It seemed even fate was leading us towards something new.

I let him fondle them freely. Before the next hand his hands were under the material and he was kneading their bareness. Ryan was mesmerized. He couldn't say a word. I mouthed the word "cuckold" to him as Bill's attention was elsewhere.  Bill had nearly all the chips now. The money for the winner was sitting on the table.

Bill made his move. "Look. I'm going to win, you know it. I have you, like 5 to 1." He was fondling my tits freely as he spoke with no regard to Ryan.

"So?" Ryan said with irritation. He was competitive and he was mad, and sexually frustrated. His eyes were directly on Bill's hands and what he was doing to my tits. I'm glad I denied him the whole week because he was worked up something fierce, that probably let him be able to deal with what was happening.

"I don't really need your money," Bill said. "You've been hospitable, friendly."

"Then what do you want?" hissed Ryan in agitation and agony as I whimpered when Bill squeezed my nipples hard, for effect.

"This," he said as he lifted my top and let Ryan see clearly how he was pinching my nipples and making me squirm.

"Fuck you," Ryan spat. "Let's just play."

"I don't think you both want that," Bill said as Ryan saw my mouth form an "O" of pleasure as Bill's other hand rubbed over my pussy through my pants. "I think you need something else, so here's my offer. You keep the money, we tell the others you won the tournament."

"And?" Ryan asked suspiciously. 

"And, you take the money, put it in your pocket, go to the bedroom, close the door and don't come out until I'm gone."

"Fuck you! Seriously, fuck you!" Ryan hissed. Bill and I both noticed that he didn't stop Bill from continuing to play with me. In fact, his hand slid inside the unbuttoned top part of my pants as the next hand was dealt. I moaned and straightened up a little to help him slide in deeper. It worked, the tip of his finger was able to graze around my clit. He couldn't get his hand all the way down to my slit but it was enough to drive me crazy. He started rubbing it in slow circles as he played the next few hands one handed. 

Ryan actually made somewhat of a comeback, I swear they were almost even again. It seemed that Ryan was playing not just for the money, but for his slut wife. 

"I'll give you one last chance, dude," Bill said. "Take the money, I get her."

A couple years ago, maybe even just months, Ryan would've punched this guy out. Now though, he was letting him finger me right in front of him. He was in obvious pain, though. It wasn't easy on him, though I also noticed he was also horny. I knew him too well.

Ryan refused, especially now that he was close to being even again. Unfortunately for him, the next hand was a monster. He raised, Bill reraised, Ryan reraised and Bill went all in. Ryan called. All Ryan's chips were in the middle. He turned over KK. Bill had JJ. For a head's up game for two guys to have those big of starting hands was very rare, or so Ryan told me, after. Ryan was way ahead. Bill was dealing. He rubbed my titties lewdly, "for luck" as he said. He dealt the cards. The flop was total blanks. The turn was a blank. The river was a killer. Jack. Bill won. Ryan slammed his fist on the table.

He started screaming, "you lucky fucker, you lucky mother fucker..."  Then he pointed at me, "and you fucking helped him!!"

I shrugged. I got off of Bill and pushed Ryan back with my hand. My top was still up, my tits were out and my pants were halfway down my ass. I think we expected a fist fight. With a glare, I told Ryan to sit down. Instantly he did, which surprised me. His eyes were on my tits, his mouth was agape. It was all overwhelming him.  I whispered to him, "consquences." I walked to Bill with my tits out. I sat back in his lap, his mouth found my tits and he suckled on my nipples as Ryan stewed in his chair.

I said to Bill. "That's a lot of money on the table. We're not rich people. What do you want to do?" I was hoping he was the type I thought he was. He smirked. 

"I gave him two chances to get out with the money, money he didn't even deserve. But here's what we are going to do." He looked at Ryan. "Since you so adamantly refused to do this the easy way here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take this money and put it in my wallet. Then, I'm going to take your wife into your bedroom and fuck her like you obviously haven't been..."

I saw veins popping in Ryan's forehead but he sat there and took it. To me, that told me everything I needed to know. That alone let everything else happen.

"I was going to let you have that, let you have the privacy of your own bedroom but since you refused I'm going to take your wife in there and fuck the living shit out of her."

Ryan started to plead, trying to use bargaining instead of anger, "please, just go...."

Bill just stood up and took me by the hand. He said, "dude, your wife is a slut. I think you totally know it, I think you are into it. If not, here's the deal. That anklet means she's a slut wife, that she fucks around. I'm sure she has before, and I'm sure she will again. Well, tonight, she's going to be fucking me. You are going to stay out here and listen to us if you want."

We walked past him, his face red with frustrated anger and lust. I was peeling off my clothes already. I tossed the top in his lap. I said loudly. "And don't touch yourself either. I want you hard when you are getting sloppy seconds....or thirds," I giggled. I left a trail of shoes and pants on the way to the bedroom. I figured he still had the opportunity to call it off until the bedroom door closed behind us.

I'm not saying Bill was the best fuck, but he was willing and he was able to recover quickly. He fucked me in all positions in our marital bed for about two hours and managed to cum twice in my starved pussy. I managed to get off good four times, mostly thinking of the humiliation for Ryan out there listening to me moan on this guy's insistent cock. 

When he was done, he walked out of the bedroom, his cock still glistening with my slut juice. He zipped himself up and smirked to Ryan, "She's all yours, very nice slut you have there, man. He tossed a fifty dollar bill on the table. "She's a pretty good whore, I'd say she was worth that."

I was just glad Ryan didn't punch him. Instead, before I heard Bill's car start up Ryan had his big, hard cock in my pussy. He punished me for denying, teasing and humiliating him. It was incredible, we got off over and over again. 

When it was over, I meekly offered my apologies. 

He said, "you aren't sorry. You aren't sorry my friends had their hands all over you and know now that you are an available slut. You aren't sorry that two of them have fucked you now. You aren't sorry you rubbed my face in it. You aren't sorry that some guy just paid fifty bucks to cum in you, twice. That was your fantasy, wasn't it?"

"Yes, that's hot. Though, that's not my fantasy exactly."

"So you really aren't sorry."

"No," I admitted. "I just think you are ready for that, so I guess I'm not sorry it happened."




Erin's World Ch. 07



"I love you, baby," he moaned, but damn, that hurt."

"I know it did, baby. But look how hot you got. You knew this day was coming, I can't keep fucking people without them knowing that you know, as well."

He got me back, though. I mentioned that what Scott had said earlier, that he wanted to fuck me. He reminded me that Scott gets at least one more fuck, that was the rule. I nodded as I cuddled him. I'd just been fucked and filled now numerous times in the last couple hours. He repeated what he said and he checked my phone. 

There was a message from Scott. "I know it's your choice, but sneak out. I need that pussy."

"What are you supposed to do with someone you owe a fuck to?" Ryan asked coldly. He was clearly trying to salvage some vestige of his manhood. "What is supposed to happen when they demand it again?" He said firmly. He didn't care that he and Bill had made my pussy so sore. He wanted to punish me, this time.

I found myself in Scott's nasty apartment at 4am with my legs spread wide as he fucked me until daylight. I staggered home after. I just grunted as I passed Ryan who was drinking his coffee. I saw his smirk as I passed him and crashed in the bedroom until noon. My pussy was sore for days. I told Ryan I was going to deny him orgasm until "the next time." I did let him tongue my pussy and lick it softly each day just to tease it and to make me feel better but I denied him pleasure while I got mine. He allowed the denial. He craved it. He was beginning to accept that he was going to get me far less, and only after someone else did. He cringed when I told him that, that he'll only get sloppy seconds. Still, he pressed for more. "When was I going to do something again? When am I going to suck some more cock?" He was asking. He was going to get it.

{Erin's World- 7}



Erin's World Ch. 08



The die was cast. This was our new lifestyle, at least until it all played out. I was going to slut around and Ryan was going to encourage and beg for it and then fuck me after. For all I'd done with him, for him, it must be pointed out he never forbid it or even more than mildly even challenged it. These were mostly his fantasies after all, even though they were much like mine. I admit, I'd wanted to go back to my promiscuous ways of college and I never thought I would. But now, I was outdoing even those days. I didn't know if it would last, it was like an inferno for us. I wondered when it would burn itself out. 

It was easy to control Ryan's fire, though, because I'd basically told him he could fuck me all he wanted or he could wait until after I was with someone else. He couldn't have both. Since the door had been opened to opportunity there just were too many ways and "obligations." I had to fuck around. For example, his "rule" I had to let whoever fucked me have a repeat fuck. The latest was after the poker game and Bill, who I'd fucked in our own bed while Ryan stewed outside the door. As I'd suspected his relationships with his friends cooled instantly. He didn't talk to them for weeks. That didn't stop him from constantly asking me if I was going to fuck Scott again, or, to let someone else go further, especially Ray, who hadn't fucked me yet. I had to shake my head at the dichotomy. He was like Sybil, with a multiple personality disorder. 

"How can you want it, beg for it, get off when it happens and then complain or mope around when it does? Then, when you start to get excited again you go right back and start begging again?" I asked, exasperated by his frequent mood swings.

"I do want it, obviously," he said in a moment of candor. "I just haven't had to deal with it before. Please be patient with me."

"I would be patient, but you get on me to keep doing things, wilder things. How can I be patient?"

"I mean patient with my moods, not with what you are doing."

That sounded like he was giving me a green light to go forward, even in his conflicted state. I waited for his next move after chilling out from it all for a few days. Then, the begging started again. Most telling was that he kept bringing up Bill and how I "owed" him another fuck even after how humiliating that was to him. Even if he didn't want it to be so in his face, he still wanted us to continue with it. He wanted his wife to fuck the guy who had humiliated him so. He was telling me in his own way that I should no longer debate or even ask. He was pleading for this kind of treatment. So, I made Ryan go shopping for me. I told him I wanted him to pick out the bra and panties he wanted to "give me away" in. That must've been embarrassing, having to pick out those things as a saleswoman helped him. I thought of making him "have" to tell her what they were for but it slipped my mind before he was already home. 

Not long after he'd gone to the mall I got a delivery of flowers. I was in my soft fluffy long robe when I answered the door. I immediately assumed it was from Red, the foreman, or maybe Scott, but I was shocked that it was from Ryan. 

The card said, "thank you for service." That was it. I stood there with a confused look at first then it hit me. "Service." The service fantasy. The cock sucking slut fantasy. I didn't even need to talk the delivery guy into it. Ten seconds, the robe was on the floor. I was on my knees in my kitchen giving him head that he'll remember for life. I remember thanking him as I wiped his cum off onto the robe I picked up off the floor when it was over. I grinned at how hot I was now. 

Cock sucking has always done that for me. Ryan only knows that I love it, he doesn't know the full extent of it. I did, and still do plan on revealing it to him over time. In college, before I was with Jack, I was in a sorority. Ours was particularly kinky in their rituals. On party nights with the frat boys several of us "sisters" would be chosen to accomodate their needs. Most of the sorority girls were lesbians, so somehow I ended up getting "volunteered" the most. Mostly it would be me being put in a room, or closet by myself and the Sorority leader would send a guy in to get his cock sucked. Seeing how I excelled at it, and how few of the other girls liked it I became the "go to" girl. For the rest of that Fall, I was given a special locket I had to wear. It was a signal for one particular frat, which we were aligned with. When anyone from that frat showed me their frat pin, no matter where I was, I had to follow them to the closest place, usually a car or behind a building and suck them off. Honestly, I don't really know how many I sucked that semester but it was more than most women do long term relationships. It's actually how I met Jack, he used my mouth repeatedly. It gave him the easy access into kinky brain, which he later took advantage of, as well.

Ryan returned and I made him kiss me deeply as I told him what he'd made his cocksucking slut of a wife do. He surprised me in his choice of lingerie. It was a knockout black set. The bra was frilly, revealing and sexy and the panties were like strings. Two instead of one in back which met in the crack of my ass, everything else back there was showing. In the front, it was just a thin patch, barely covering my lips.

"This is what you are going to give me away in?" I asked, somewhat shocked.

He blushed. "Probably won't have them on long anyway."

"True," I giggled. He sat on the bed as I put on my makeup in just those underwear. I kept letting him know what Bill would be seeing.

"Is he...you know....controlling enough for you?"

"He does tend to go for what he wants," I agreed. Truthfully though, his cock was average. He wasn't really attractive to me, other than using him for our fantasy material. And, as a fuck, meh. I've certainly had better, and certainly recently with Sam or Scott.

So this is what he was pressing for. The rest of the things seemed like appetizers to him. He constantly pushed me to take a full-time lover. That was his most recurrent fantasy. He wasn't going to stop until I did it. He was always disappointed when I told him a guy wasn't "the one." 

"I know," he said in frustration. "Only Jack is like that," he huffed.

He really had no idea. My honesty had limits. Jack was....dirty, mean. As things had progressed, though, I had started to wonder if Ryan actually could handle something like that or, god forbid, actually want it. That thought kept me heated, that he seemed willing to basically give me away for a time, while a dominant man used me for his own pleasures.

"Your friends, Jack, the office slut, dirty streetwalker," you just don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Well, the dirty streetwalker thing was your idea," he pointed out, "though, it is totally fucking hot. I'd like to see you do that." I loved that idea, though I knew only a truly dominant lover would make me do it, not just ask me to.

I applied my slut lipstick and smacked it lewdly for Ryan, letting him know that I'd have it smeared all over Bill's cock that night. The phone rang, Ryan answered, it was Bill. I leaned in to hear.

"I'll be picking your slut wife at your door at 8. Don't expect her home until morning."

He wanted to say something but I didn't let him. I made him say, "yes sir." His face went crimson but so did his cock.

I met Bill wearing a white, stretchy dress. I think the black bra and panty set could be seen through it, in the right light. It was slutty enough. I could see it in Ryan's eyes. I wiggled my ass as I walked to Bill's car.  I saw Ryan watching through the window as Bill unzipped his pants and made me take his cock in my mouth. We didn't pull out of the driveway until he'd made a big enough show of how he was going to use me.  He did. Again, his technique somewhat lacks but he can get it hard and stay hard a long time. 

He spanked my ass while he pounded my soft pussy. It was the spanking that helped me get off. Just the thought of some guy reddening it at the same time he's taking me drives me crazy. He discovered that and took advantage. My ass was sore by the time he pumped his first load of cum into my pussy while I half screamed, half moaned from the joy of being spanked like that again and again. He came twice that night, the last time in my ass. The thought of him taking my ass after spanking it to a rosy color made it more wonderful than it should've been with him. I was able to get off with my hand a couple times, helped by the humiliating nature of all of it.  

When he dropped me off at home in the wee hours of the morning I told him it was over, that I wasn't doing it again. He really couldn't blackmail us, he knew Ryan knew and he also knew he'd already cut off his friends. Bill just shrugged. "That's fine, sluts are a dime a dozen," he grunted, as he basically shoved me out of the car. I wanted to give him something to embarrass Ryan, who I knew was looking. I stepped out of my panties, the ones Ryan had bought for this occasion. I tossed them in the car window.

"Souvenir," I grinned as I walked away.

I went back inside with my lipstick smeared and leaking cum from everywhere. Ryan pounded me vengefully. He had began to really take his revenge on me for the denial and the sluttiness. Our "after" fucks were awesome. It had become our sex. We didn't have normal sex anymore, we had cuckold themed sex, or, slut wife "after" sex. He didn't even press to have sex any more unless it was that particular themed sex.

I'd taken care of my current obligations. I owed no one else. We were done with the "friend" thing, at least for now. In his horny periods, Ryan told me I could still fuck any of them, if I wanted to, it just wasn't going to be at our house. I didn't have any particular plans for his friends, though the thought of Scott's cock inside me did frequently make me wet and get me off.

Days would go by again without a touch, or even a mere mention of my activities until his lust built again.

"So, what next?" He wondered. "I really like your paid whore idea...you did the friend thing and I know you are done with the "office slut," thing and you still know my favorite is the semi-permanent lover."

"What is semi-permanent anyway? You've sometimes mentioned days, weeks, now, it's "semi-permanent." "How long do you want someone to own me?"

I saw him squirm excitedly by the words, "own me."

"I don't know, really. At the beginning I was afraid to say more than a few days. Now, though, I realize it needs to be longer, a lot longer, for you to get what you need out of it. The guy needs to be able to keep you for long weekends or take you on vacations so he can make you do all the things you need. Now I'm thinking, for all of it to happen, it might have to be months, like 3 or 4, or more, depending on how you guys pace it. That's semi-permanent to me."

It surprised me, actually. He seemed squeamish about most of the other stuff, but not this. He was more sure, more direct about it. This is what he was pushing for. It also was the one thing closest to my own heart. My biggest fantasy, as I've mentioned, is to be controlled, to be used by a dominant man in the fashion he desires. I want to be submissive and subservient to him, I want him to control me. I want it difficult, I want it rough. I don't want to have to think about what to do or how to do it, I want to be told, led. That's why I'd been so particular about who it would be. Those guys are very rare, indeed, at least the ones who know how to do it, not wannabe's who claim their dominance online from the basement of their mother's house.

"Wow, you'll let them take me away, for long periods?"

"Yesss," he hissed, barely able to contain his desire. "Not so you'll be gone three or four months, just that it goes on that long. We still are together in between and fuck, "after" when possible. But, I need you to make it worth it for me, too. I need details, stories, updates. I still want it to be that way."

"I want that too," I said. "I do want all that, for me, but also for you. We have very similar desires. I want it always to end with me and you fucking like crazy," I said, even though I wondered if it was even possible, if I was under such a man's care.

He sighed, "me too."

"Though," I teased. "Sometimes it'll be hard to update you if I'm tied up and being fucked for hours on end."

"Oh godddd," he moaned at the thought.

I really had considered it all lately. I needed my own courage, too. I was working up to it. In the meantime I had an idea for Ryan. His lust had built up again, especially after our "long term lover" chat. He was ready for something again. Maybe I was just trying to push the "stop" button one more time. Maybe I just wanted to see if he could handle the one true fantasy that we both seemed hurtling headlong towards. This next idea was just going to be a test for him. If he passed it, I really had no more obstacles, no more reservations about doing what I'd been secretly fantasizing about since....well....since a certain moment I've mentioned before.

It was after more than a week of denial that Ryan brought up the office fantasy again. He wondered if "maybe" I could suck Rob off in his office or perhaps even consider doing something with Jimbo. 

I said, "you just aren't going to stop until it is common knowledge that I'm the office whore, are you?" I chuckled. I was testing him, trying to gauge his seriousness.

"It's just such a fucking hot idea," he hissed. Denying him sex, even if it was equally his idea, worked like a charm. It made him so eager for things. "You have to give me something, especially since you are making me wait so long for you to pick a lover."

There it was again. Always about the lover. To be completely honest, I was loving being a slut, with his blessing. Being able to meet guys, please guys, enjoy their cocks, it was what I enjoyed. Looking at all I'd done so far, there wasn't one thing I didn't totally get off on. Even the things with Bill turned me on, even if he wasn't the best looking or the best fuck, just because it touched that fantasy of having to please, of needing to please. That, and seeing how it got Ryan off, made even those episodes fantastic.

I'd been tossing around an idea for awhile, I sprung it on him. "I'm not sure we need to be done with the office slut idea," I said with a sly smile.

"No?" He asked with a puzzled look. It was his puzzled/horny look I'd come to know and recognize.

"I've seen you grow in all this. You look like you are really in need, honey. You've surprised me at how much you are willing to take, and not just take, but enjoy." He was excited. I continued, "remember that idea of you watching me stumble out of that guy's office, looking like I've just been fucked?"

He nodded rapidly. "Yes, Jimbo, the big black guy. Too bad, though, he's being transferred."

"Really? He's still there, though?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, until Friday, I think, I'm not sure. I can find out on Monday." I made sure he did just that. It was revealing to note how willing he was to find out.

He texted me Monday, "Jimbo is leaving the city on Friday, but his last day here is Wednesday, two days. Too bad."

I smiled. "He underestimates me, apparently." I put on just a bra and panties, along with heels. I put on the ankle bracelet. I added the "Spade" charm to hang from it. I took a picture of me in the mirror like that, one leg over the other, seductively, while my ankle was in clear view. I sent it to Ryan.

He responded back, "wow."

I wrote, "if you want this to happen you are going to have to help."

"Oh man, help with what?" he responded, though embarrassingly quickly. "How?" This was his fantasy after all.

It made me smile, I could almost see him sweating.

"Do you ever get any time alone with him?"

"Yes, in fact, he needs some papers from me, why?"

"Perfect. Bring him his papers, "accidentally" leave your phone on his desk. Make sure you still have the "photos" up. Delete these messages, of course."

"Oh my god. The ankle bracelet, the spade. I see it now. Fuck, he's going to see that you are advertising as a black cock slut?"

"Yes, that's the plan," I wrote back, stifling a giggle.

He didn't text back right away. It was more than an hour and the next text came.

"Fuck, I did it. He came back in just now and gave me the phone back. He was grinning. I think he looked. I'm not sure, but I think so."

"Go ask him."

"You're crazy! I can't ask him that!"

"Do you want this to happen or not? We don't have time for this, he's leaving, right? Do it! If you want your wife freshly fucked by your coworker you'll do it."

Again, only acquiescence and acceptance. 15 minutes later he called me so we could speed things up. "I did it," he said breathlessly.

"Wow, good boy, how did that go?"

"I told him I realized I had something on there I should've deleted and that I hoped he didn't see it. He admitted he did. I apologized, he said "no problem." That opened the door, though. I'm sure you knew it would, you are really good at this slutty stuff, you know. So, I asked him what he thought and he said. "I think your wife is one sexy woman." I thought he might've missed the bracelet but then he added, "I really like her jewelry, especially."

"Fuck, he saw it. So now what? I just walked out embarrassed that he thinks my wife is a black cock slut."

"He needed to know that, silly, if he's going to be banging me. Are you guys having lunch, or are you doing meetings?"

"Um, lunch, early today though, like 11 to 12. We have a manager meeting at 12:15, but he isn't a part of that. We both have lunch until then though."

I looked at the clock, 10:55 "K, just do what you normally do," I said as I hung up, leaving him hanging. I can imagine he was stroking himself too.

I threw on a sundress and sandals at first until I remembered Ryan's fantasy. I put on one of his white button down shirts and a smart black mid length skirt, no bra, no panties. I'd already showered, thank goodness. I drove like crazy to his building. I picked up a sandwich in the cafeteria on the way up for appearances. To the nosy secretaries it would look like I'm bringing Ryan his lunch, which I often do. Once I passed their desk and prying eyes, the offices would provide more privacy.

I busted into Ryan's office to his surprise. "Baby, wow, that was fast. You brought me lunch? Why? Are you going to do something? Oh my god, now? How?"

"Slow down!" I laughed, I was still breathing heavy. "You realize I've never met him before. Are you sure you want him getting sucked, or fucking your wife the first time he meets her?"

"Oh god," he said to that thought. "That sounds so fucking dirty."

"It is, so the answer is yes?"

His lust, built on his fantasies and the denial led him. "Yess," he moaned. "How?"

"Go get him, tell him I'm here. I'm sure he'll want to meet me now, after seeing me," I laughed. 

Ryan brought him in, we shook hands, his hand engulfed mine.

"I just brought my hubby his lunch. I've never met you, nice to meet you, but I heard you are leaving."

He gave me a playful pout. "Yes, I wish we'd have met earlier, had I known you were such a pretty lady." I'm sure he was thinking about me in my underwear....and the jewelry.

"Aw," I said as I playfully touched his arm.

Ryan was uncomfortable again. He liked hearing about it from afar. He needn't have worried. I doubt Jimbo wanted him watching anyway. After he went back to his office I waited. It was agonizing for both Ryan and I. We didn't speak. He was waiting for my next move. I decided it was long enough. I kissed him deeply and said, "hopefully, the next time you see me I'll be filled with his cum. One last time, "yes.....or no?" 




Erin's World Ch. 08



"Yes," he said with a pained expression.

I walked across the hall, I tapped on the door before going in.

"Oh my, Erin. Did you need something?"

I said, "listen, I heard you returned Ryan's phone earlier and that you might've...um...seen a certain picture."

His face brightened at that thought. "I did. I told him it was no big deal."

"Listen, that was meant to be...private...you know. I really don't want it to get out."

"Don't worry, what people do in the privacy of their own houses is their business."

"That's sweet to say, but he also mentioned that you noticed the bracelet."

He grinned, this time more lewdly. "Yes. But again, you white people with your fantasies...."

I had him. "Would it surprise you if I told you it's more than a fantasy?" His jaw dropped, just a bit, before he regained his composure.

"I have just a bit of a....fetish...shall we say. You know what it is, I know what it is, Ryan knows what it is. What I'm saying is, can we keep it between the three of us?"

"I guess," Jimbo shrugged. "Hell, I'm leaving Friday anyway. I think I can keep a secret until then."

"Ok," I said. "So here's my offer. I'll let you see it, the bracelet, it's in my purse. I'll wear it for you. I'll model it if you stay quiet about it." I was playing up the blackmail angle which Ryan and I both loved.

He knew where this was going, he wasn't born yesterday. He was probably born 45 years worth of yesterdays. "And?" he said.

I smiled at the "and."  

"And, I'll let you see me, in just the ankle bracelet."

"Nice," he said eyeing me fully now. It excited him knowing what he was only imagining would soon be open for viewing.

I reached back and locked his office door. "I know you have lunch until 12."

He said, "and everybody but me has a meeting at 1:15, about another half hour or so."

"mmm...interesting," I giggled. I turned towards him as I unbuttoned the shirt slowly, seductively. I opened it, showing him I was naked underneath.  I pulled the skirt down slowly and exposed myself fully to him. I was totally naked, save my heels. I got the bracelet out of my purse and put it on. I modeled it for him. I paced back and forth for him as he eyed my bouncing tits as the spade charm rattled noisily. Really, it was only about 20 minutes or so since we'd first said hi and now I was naked in his office, wearing a bracelet that declared me as a black cock slut. It was everything Ryan's fantasy mind and an eager slut like me wanted.

He pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply. I had considered that I might only have time for a blowjob, which both Ryan and I love, but now, it looked like I had more time. I let him massage my tits and kiss and lick them. I purred as his big hands felt me all over. He felt how wet my pussy was. 

"I told you I had a fetish..." I giggled.

I dropped to my knees and took out his cock. I sucked him to hardness. My god, he was thick, maybe similar length to Ryan but thick, like his hands and fingers. My mouth had to open wide to accommodate it. He loved me slurping on him. I was naked, in this black man's office, sucking his big, black cock. I licked up his precum greedily. He loved watching my tits swing as I blew him. He played with my tits the best he could with his big hands. Finally, he had to have pussy.

He stood me up, bent me over his desk and growled, "is this how you want it? Is this how you want your black cock, bent over and fucked like a dog?"

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt his tip slide over the slit. "Yes, bang this white slut. Make me prove that I'm a black cock loving slut."

"Oh, I will," he said as he slid it in, inch by inch. I had to wiggle back and forth to accept it. He'd slip it back out to the tip and slide it back in, little by little until he finally worked most of it into me. I gasped and grabbed the corners of the desk to hold on.  

He banged the fuck out of me. The desk was moving with his forecful thrusts. I was gasping for air. He was so thick, I'd never been stretched like that. I was thrashing around and speaking gibberish, like I was speaking in tongues.

He delivered some well timed spanks on my ass, just to assert his control.

"Back that ass up into me, bitch. Back it onto me, fuck me with that pussy."

He was making me do it. I was more than willing. I was using all my strength to push back onto him, which made me stifle a scream every time he bottomed out in me.  That just made him laugh.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? You like that cock, don't you baby?"

"Oh my god, oh my god, I do love it. Cum in my pussy, baby. I want you to fill me up."

He was ready. He grabbed my hips hard and slammed into me, over and over until he couldn't hold back. He shot it in me as I thanked him repeatedly for it. He kneaded my ass and stroked me as he wound down. He just kept complimenting me on how sexy my body was. His cum was leaking down my legs. He didn't pull out until he was soft. I fell to my knees as he stepped away.

"Oh my god," I moaned. "Fuck, you stretched me out."

"Sorry," he grinned.

"Don't be," I laughed. 

He sat in his office chair and I crawled around to him, swaying my ass for him as I crawled. I licked on his cock which was swimming in my juices. I licked him clean. I was almost mewing like a kitten as I did so. His hand caressed my head the whole time. I licked down to his balls and bathed them lovingly. I even slid my tongue under his balls to his taint, which made him groan.

"God, baby. You are going to make me hard again," he sighed.

"That's the idea," I giggled. I continued to kiss, lick and suckle on his balls, his cock, running my tongue all over him and onto his stomach and his belly button. I felt his cock stirring. I needed him hard, time was flying by. 

"Have you ever had your ass licked by a white woman?" I grinned. I thought maybe the thought alone might get him hard. His cock twitched at the thought.

I had him crook one leg up on the chair. I dove into it. I licked his musky scented ass and slid my tongue inside over and over while I jerked his cock with my hand. He got hard, rock hard. I licked his cock and made it slippery. I faced away from him and I sat down on his big, fat cock. I impaled myself on it as he reached around me to batter my tits as I stood up and sat down repeatedly on his cock. My pussy was sore, he was wearing me out like that but I didn't care. I wanted him to enjoy me again. He did. My nipples were pulled, squeezed and flicked which only served to get me off on his cock. He laughed every time I came on his cock.

"You weren't lying you liked you some black dick," he chuckled.

I could only gurgle a semi-comprehensible reply. He filled me again with his cum, though I couldn't tell how much, since I already had so much of it in me. I slid off him again and cleaned him off before reluctantly letting him dress. I noticed it was almost 12:45, I wondered if Ryan's meeting was over. Jimbo just sat there with the most satisfied smile on his face. I grinned as I put my skirt back on, then the shirt. I fastened it crookedly on purpose. Before Jimbo could stop me I stepped into the hall, I'd heard Ryan approach.  He saw me, stumbling out of Jimbo's office as he had desired. Shirt askew, lipstick smeared, freshly fucked. His eyes shot open. His jaw dropped. I pushed him into his office.

"That's right, baby. I fucked him, right there. He had your wife right across the hall. I wore the black slut charm for him, too. He loved that. He loved that your wife had to admit she loves black cock."

"Did you? Did you really like it? Did you like it because it was black?"

"Fuck, I liked it because it was thick, hard and yes...because it was black," I purred in his ear. His fantasy had become mine. I think we both got off on it now even though I wanted all cocks.

"You know his last day is today," Ryan winced as I stroked him through his pants. His cock was just so sensitve now, having been denied. "I don't know how he'll get a chance to fuck you again, like the rule."

I giggled, "Don't worry, he took care of that in one day."

"What?" Ryan asked in shock.

"That's right, baby. There's two loads of his sweet cum in your wife's cunt right now. Some guys can get off in your wife more than once a night," I said, teasing his cuckold nature.

He groaned. He couldn't believe it. I told him everything, how I'd basically let him "blackmail/black male" me into keeping him quiet.

"I don't think you really want him to be quiet, though, do you baby? I think you want him to tell. What if he tells everyone that he fucked me and that you know your wife is a black cock slut."

"Fuck," he moaned at the thought. "I'm not sure I could take that." It was driving him crazy, plus, he was feeling me up but I wasn't touching him anymore, there. It was exquisite torture, which he has come to love.

"We can try to avoid that, or....." I said, waiting for his response.

He was groaning. He wasn't sure he wanted it, even without knowing what it was. I was going to find out which Ryan I had on my hands, the horny, "oh-my-god-do-it," Ryan or the, "please please don't, I'm not sure I can handle it, Ryan.

"Or what?"

"Or I could make sure of it."

"How?" He croaked. He needed release to be able to think clearly, he wasn't going to get it for awhile. He was so malleable, so agreeable like this. Nothing makes a man say yes more than a hard, needy cock. For my part, he'd asked, pleaded, pushed, prodded and begged for this for months. Reluctantly, little by little all this had developed. I sprung my test. We were nearing the rabbit hole.

"Will you be able to handle it?" I asked one last time. I already knew what he'd say, and, I already knew what I'd do. 

"Yes baby, do it. You know my fantasy, DO it!" He choked out. His face was red, he was sputtering. His cock was telling him what to do. God help him, he really was an out of control cuckold.

"Wait thirty seconds, then call Marge to your office."

Marge was basically his secretary, though shared with the other bigger wigs. 

Ryan's eyes were wide with fear and lust, pure, raw, lust.

I quickly hustled out of his office. I went straight to Jimbo's. He wasn't in but it didn't matter, I didn't need him for this part. I undid the first several buttons on the shirt. It was still hooked up unevenly on purpose but now my boobs were nearly hanging out. I rubbed on more lipstick, then just rubbed and smeared it haphazardly with the back of my arm. I tucked half of the shirt in but left the other half hanging out like I'd been in a hurry. I heard someone coming down the hall. I yanked out a nose hair with my fingers, my eyes watered immediately. I stumbled out into the hall. Marge's eyes told the story. She knew everything, instantly. I suddenly wished I'd gotten some of his cum on my face. "Oh well," I thought, "maybe next time." I walked past her without acknowledging her, my eyes still misty. I was aiming for the "freshly fucked/post orgasmic" look. I stumbled down the fire stairs and out to the parking lot. I looked back up and smiled. I could see Ryan's office. He was standing, talking to someone. I know it was Marge. I knew she wouldn't tell him. I also knew that she would tell everyone else. That's who she was, just a gossiping bitch. I counted on it. Before the day was over, everyone in that office found out that I'd been fucked by Jimbo. Ryan had pushed it and pushed it and pushed it and now he was living the life he imagined. His friends knew, a few strangers knew, and now his work knew. His wife was a slut.

Ryan and I were past the brink. That edge that we'd been dancing on had now been crossed. We were no longer teetering on it, we were falling, plummeting more accurately.  When he got home he'd never fucked me longer, or harder. He actually came twice, as if to show me he could. He didn't mention work. He didn't have to. He'd have to deal with that every work day from now on. I wasn't sure how he'd do it. He had let his craving had taken him over completely. Mine was not complete, however. There was just one more thing I needed to do. It was only partly for Ryan, but mostly, it was for me. We were falling, steep, precipitously. You know how they say it isn't the fall that kills you, it's the landing? We were about to find out.

{End of Erin's World- 8}



Erin's World Ch. 09



Our relationship had changed. When it began we were a normal wedded couple who still had loving, passionate sex with each other. Now, we only had cuckold sex. Ryan didn't even ask for sex unless it was based on the slut wife theme. He'd make himself go days and days, sometimes weeks without, just to build his lust up so high again he'd beg for me to do something else.

I'd slowed down, myself. I did manage to keep Ryan interested by occasionally sucking the cocks of some lucky guy. It was easier now. There were quite a few to choose from, not even counting strangers. Scott was a regular for me. Even though he and Ryan didn't speak anymore he found his way over to our house two, three times a week to get his cock sucked. I also gave Roland, the gym trainer regular blowjobs as well. It fed my need to please men like that as well as Ryan's need to have his wife do it. 

He was building himself up for something. He'd never gone this long without cracking and fucking the hell out of me. I wanted it, I encouraged it, but he was the one to push me away, albeit reluctantly. He was constantly haranguing me about finding "that" lover. I think he was planning on holding out until I did. He was trying to force the issue.

He had dealt with me fucking and sucking his friends by cutting off contact with them, even while allowing, encouraging me to continue doing it with them. He had begged me for repeats of the "bar stranger" fantasy, a repeat with Red, the foreman. He had made me fuck Bill that second time. And, he'd pushed me to finally make him the office cuckold. Even after all of it, he couldn't help himself but to ask for more. I was shocked at this point that he'd come this far. I had no idea how he could even go to work anymore. But, the rare occasions he'd mention it, his face would redden but inside of ten minutes he'd be hinting at me returning somehow to the office again. In his own way, he'd accepted all this and dealt with it, as he had to.

For me, though, I'd reveled in the fantasy, and the idea I was free to get fucked and get pleased in so many different ways. However, even though I'd found it pleasurable, it always seemed lacking. It was me, it just wasn't the total me. Ryan's excitement and love made it all the more pleasurable for me but it was still missing "something."

I was particularly hot and horny one evening and I decided I'd break Ryan and give him what we both needed. I jumped him on the bed and started kissing him and feeling him up. He allowed it until my hand reached his cock (which was hard) and then he stopped it.

"No, please," he urged. "I want to, but I want you to do something special."

I ignored him. I kept trying to kiss him. He pushed me away, I kept going at him. Finally, he grabbed me and pinned me down to the bed on my back. He held my hands over my head. My chest was heaving. I was wet. He should've taken me, right there like that. It was what I was asking for. Instead, he held me there for a moment, then he looked at me with those puppy dog eyes.

"Please, baby. I want it, I need it, but you need to do this thing."

He meant the long-term lover thing. He was absolutely committed to it. He let me up.

I huffed, "see, this is where a dominant man would've but his bitch in her place. He'd have made me please his cock all night long."

I swear I almost saw him smile. If this was his plan all along, he was probably going to end up rueing the day.

I let him sleep by himself that night. I sat on the couch for hours pondering my next move. I had my phone in my hand. I had the number. Over and over I played it out in my head. "Could I? Should I? Could Ryan ever live with it? Would things ever be the same, after?"

It was only after many tears and many half finished texts before I finally decided I had to do something. We couldn't keep living like we were. One way or the other it was going to have to happen. I texted a message. I had so many starts and stops, I finally ended up with something simple.

"Hey, it's me. Just wondering how you've been doing? 

He texted back, "you've got to be kidding."

I responded. "I'm not, how are you?"

"You don't want to know how I am, admit it."

"I do," I protested.

"You know damned well there's only one thing, one reason you'd contact me again."

I hesitated before I allowed myself to take the plunge.

"What is that?" I asked. I knew what his answer would be.

"It's to get your hot, kinky ass over here to get fucked."

That was Jack. He was rude, mean, and blunt.

I fought it, it was an instant reaction.

"Jack! I'm married. Can't you just accept that I'm wondering how you are doing?"

"Listen, it's 1am. You aren't texting me to chat about old times. You've thought about it and thought about it and now you finally showed some guts for a slut like you and texted me. Why deny it?"

"Jack, you are so crude," I typed.

"Yes, I'm crude and I'm perverted. That is exactly why you are texting me. You missed how I used you, didn't you? You can no longer stand that limp dick vanilla lover and you want to crawl back to me."

He was dead on that that is what I wanted to do but I fought the good fight. He always treated me rougher after our fights. "He's not limp dicked, he's actually well endowed!"

"Ok, so don't text me again, slut, unless you admit what you want from me."

Then came the silence. I thought he was bluffing. I thought that any minute now he'd text me again. He didn't text for the next hour. I'd tried to go to sleep on the couch but I couldn't. He won. I texted him back.

"Ok, you're right. I miss some of the things with you."

"What do you miss?"

"Your cock," I said hopefully, wanting to stroke his ego.

"And?"

"And I miss how you knew how to treat a slut like me," I said, astonished that I could even type that out. 

It hung there for a moment.

"Ok, here's what I want..." he began ominously. I gulped, I was in for it now, there would be no stopping it. "Remember that night...oh right, it was your wedding night..." 

I'm sure he was laughing at himself.

"Remember how I tried to get you to come to my room?"

"Of course I do," I admitted. I'd thought about that night so many nights, especially lately.

"Remember how you shut me down and left me hanging?"

"Jack," I typed, "it was my wedding night...I couldn't...."

"You could've. If you were true to yourself, you would've."

"I'm sorry," I wrote. My hands were shaking but my pussy was tingling, remember that night, the things he said, the things he wanted me to do.

"I don't give a shit, now," he wrote tersely. "I'm going to make things right. Here's what I want. Deny me and you'll never experience it again."

"Ok?" I replied with hesitation.

"Meet me at the Motel 6 in an hour."

"What? I can't, omg, Jack! It's like 2am!"

"Right. I want you to charge it on your husband's credit card. Tell the desk it's under my name, since I'll be there first."

"What? Fuck!"

"In an hour I want you dressed in your wedding dress."

"Oh my god!"

He rapidly sent text after text. 

* "Remember that night, how you denied me?" 

*Tonight you'll repay it. Wedding dress. Knock on the door. 

*Then, I want you to strip the dress off in the hallway, just like I demanded before. 

*I want that dress balled up in the hallway with you standing in just your heels and slutty lingerie. 

*I want the same goddamned lingerie you were wearing that night.

*Then, when I tell you to come in, you'll drop to your knees BEFORE you get inside and crawl to me.

*You'll beg to suck my dick and I'll whip that ass purple if it isn't convincing, hell, I'll probably do it anyway.

It was his complete fantasy from my wedding night. It was the same fantasy I'd masturbated to since I've been married. 

I replied. "But Jack, an hour? I can't even find my dress that fast!"

"One hour, starting now. If you aren't there in time I'm going to ignore you at the door. Trust me, you won't get in. It'll be over, for good."

That thought motivated me. I ripped open boxes I'd carefully packed up my wedding night clothes in. I've never put on garters, knee highs and heels so fast in my life. I almost woke Ryan up but I knew we'd spend too much time discussing it. It was too late, anyway. It was happening, we both had been harboring the thought for so long. 

I raced to the Motel. I'm sure the night clerk saw me clattering towards the room in my heels. It was just nearing 3am. It should've been quiet. It wasn't. There was a party in a room just down the hall, the door was open. Several of the partygoers gawked at me, standing in my wedding dress in front of the door. I tried to ignore them. I tapped on the door. Nothing. I tapped again. Nothing again. 

"Jack! Jack! I said as loudly as I could without drawing extra attention to myself. "I'm on time!" I begged. "It's not 3 yet!"

I saw the light in the eyehole change, I knew he was looking. "So? Aren't you supposed to be naked by now?"

"Fuck! Jack, there are people right here, down the hall. They are watching!"

"Thirty fucking seconds," he bellowed through the door. "Thirty seconds from now if that dress isn't off you and in a ball in that hallway...." he warned. "Thirty, twenty nine....." he was counting down.

There were several guys and one girl hanging out in the hallway and they got to watch as I frantically worked my way out of my dress, much to their amusement, as well as the amusement of many others as they called them out to watch.

"Twenty....nineteen...."

It wasn't easy, wedding dresses are for show, not function. He'd gottten to "five..." when I was standing in my lingerie and heels for him. My tits were exposed by a shelf bra which pushed them up proudly. I remembered something just as he was at " three." I quickly bent over, much to the delight of the party onlookers and I balled up my wedding dress, my beautiful, white, clean wedding dress. It was complete. "One!" He yelled. 

I quickly dropped to my knees. I heard the gathering groan a collective, "ooooh," when they saw what I was doing. Jack opened the door and I slowly crawled in, my ass swaying for those looking. 

Jack looked out and around the door. "Nice side effect," he grinned. "Maybe I should just leave the door open," he cracked.

It was typical Jack. He always looked for the dirtiest, darkest angle. He closed the door, though. I think he didn't want to get us arrested before he could exact the revenge on me he'd no doubt planned for a couple years now.

I started begging, without being asked.

"Please, please, sir. Let me suck your cock!"

"Why should I let you?"

"Because you know I need it, sir. You know what I am. I'm a cock sucking slut. You knew that about me in college. You made me pay every time you saw me."

He took it out, it was engorged. The head was purple, it was thick, large and scary looking, much like Jack himself. He teased me with it. I tried to lick at it but he'd just keep it out of reach. Instinctively I knew not to use my hands. There were interlaced behind me, something Jack always had insisted on if they weren't tied.

"Please let me suck your cock, sir. Please let me make up for not doing it on my wedding night."

That thought pleased him. "Yes, get your married whore mouth on my cock. It better be good to make up for me missing out on the fantasy of getting sucked and fucked by a slut on her wedding night.

"Yes sir," I said enthusiastically as I finally got my mouth on his terrifying, wonderful dick.

"What are you?" He asked me as he grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my face up.

"I'm a cock sucking slut."

"Is that all you are?"

"No, sir. I'm a kinky slut that likes being used," I said, which made my pussy nearly gush.

"You know that I'm a prick, right?

I nodded. He slapped my face hard which only made me attack his cock with more gusto.

"For you to contact me, like this, after so long means you long for this treatment."

"Yeth thir," I said, my mouth full of his cock and balls.

"I'm serious. You know I'm a prick. You know I don't give a shit about you, that I really only loved using your slutty holes for my pleasure, and yet, here you are."

"Fuck," I thought. I probably could've cum if I couldn't just rubbed myself on his leg at that moment.

"There were things we did which I'm going to make you do again."

I sighed and nodded.

"But, there were things I'd wanted to do with you, to you," he said ominously. "Now, I'm going to wear that shit out."

I knew he was. It was why I'd delayed so long in letting it happen, but it was also why I was there. I'd finally faced it.

He stood up which denied me the pleasure of servicing his cock. I started to pout. Watching him slip his belt off changed that expression to shock and fear. 

He told me, " hold one leg of the bed in each hand and do not let go or it will go far worse for you. Trust me, I have every reason to take all my anger out on you. Make it as easy for yourself as you can."

"Yes, sir," I choked as tears started filling my eyes. 

He began to stripe my ass, hard, with his belt. I could hear the slash in the air each time just before it slashed across my backside, ending in a scream from me. Over and over, but slowly. One cheek, then the other. He tormented me by not making it rhythmic, I only knew it was coming the instant I heard the whir in the air. Smack! Scream! Smack! Scream! It only pissed him off when I'd scream, but he was just doing it so fucking hard. I knew I deserved it. He stood back for a moment. We could hear noises right outside our door. No doubt the earlier spectacle along with screaming brought them closer. I saw Jack leer at me out of the corner of my eye, he saw me looking. He sneered. He opened the door, much to the surprise of the partiers, and me. I stayed locked in position. I knew better than to move. It was four or five guys, from what I could tell from the voices. They started to bolt when the door opened but Jack called them back. He made them stand in the hall, looking over each other's shoulders.

"I'll bet you've never seen a whore being whipped before, have you?

I heard a bunch of enthusiastic "no's."

"This whore in particular likes it rough. You boys should like this."

He laid one particularly blistering and painful swath across my entire backside. I screamed bloody murder. They laughed. Jack worked my ass hard for them, from every angle.

"See, the beauty of those red marks and welts is that she's going to feel that for days, weeks, maybe, if done right. Then, when you've whipped it red and raw, you get to fuck it. That's what this whore likes, isn't that right, honey?"

"Oh my god," I sobbed. "Oh my god, my ass....Jack, it's too hard...oh my god."

He slashed me again with sudden anger.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed, "I'm sorry. I do like it, I do need it. He knows what a slut like me needs!"

Jack pointed out to the guys that I wasn't tied, I was clearly able to stand up and stop this if I so desired. I didn't. He made them take note. I was bawling at this point. My ass was probably a wicked shade of red, my face probably was too. And, probably only known to me and Jack....my pussy was nearly bubbling over.

Finally, he shooed the guys out and closed the door. I heard them yelling to their friends down the hall. I knew they'd be telling them the story of what they'd seen. 

He made me go back to sucking him while not allowing me to touch my ass, to soothe it in any way.

"I want you to feel it," he barked. "I want you to feel how hurt that ass is and why it is that way and why you allowed me to do it."

I made mad love to his cock using just my mouth. I tongued it, I licked it up and down, I bathed his balls and suckled on them, which he loves. I took him as far down my throat as I could and each time I was deep he took my head and shoved it down just a little further, which made me choke and gag a bit each time. It was just something he did. It was his way of showing me he was in control. He slapped my titties from the sides as I sucked his ridiculously hard cock. I moaned. My head was spinning. I was here, sucking on the meanest, dirtiest man I knew while my husband, my love, was at home sleeping unaware. 

"I'm going to fill your married whore mouth," he grunted.

I doubled my efforts on his cock. I sucked him like he deserved for treating me as I deserved. 

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it like you will every fucking day, every fucking time, from now on. "

"mmm," I groaned at that thought. 

He thrust into me uncontrollably and pumped his cum into me. It was so much. He'd no doubt been wanting this since my wedding night. He rewarded me for it, finally. 

I kept my mouth on his cock, still sucking as I made sure I got the last of his cum in me. I knew he liked that. He'd only let me take my mouth off when he was ready.

Finally, I got the signal. I fell to the floor. My ass was burning, I was still blurry eyed from the tears. He admired the work he'd done on my ass.

"That ass looks perfect now," he grinned lewdly.

"Oh my god, Jack. It was so rough..." I panted.

"Should I have done it lighter? Should I have just asked you how you wanted it?" He asked sarcastically.

"No sir," I said in resignation. "You know how hard a slut like me needs it, thank you, sir. Was it everything you wanted it to be?" I asked, hopefully.

"Not yet," he said with a smirk.

He tied me to the bed, face down while I protested. "I have to get home, Jack. Ryan is sleeping, he'll wake up, wonder where I was...."

"Too fucking bad. He'll find out his wife is getting what she needs, finally. I'm sure he probably already knows what a slut you are. I don't believe you haven't been a slut while you've been married."

"Jack, really. I need to go...." I whined.

He grabbed my hair roughly again and yanked me up so that I was inches from his face.

"I'll let you go. Don't worry. But we're not done here yet, not by a longshot."

He grabbed my phone and took pictures of me naked, arms and legs tied and spread, ass whipped raw. It was then the room became strangely silent. Jack just kept grunting, and occasionally laughing.

"Well," he said finally. "All your filthy whoring ways are going to finally come back to you."

I started to kick wildly on the bed. I didn't like his tone. I dreaded what he was going on about.

He laughed and shoved my phone in my face. It was the picture of me with the foreman's cum dripping off of it. Then, the next picture, of Scott's cum on me while I dangled my torn panties, then the picture of me dripping the mall guy's cum, the picture of me in underwear with the black cock slut spade charm and ankle bracelet. No doubt he'd read the texts that went along with them.

"Silly slut," he growled. "How long did you think you could keep this from me. See? I'm the only one who truly knows you. I'm the only one who knows who you are, what you need. Then, something worse happened. He found more texts and email messages. I hadn't deleted them. This is a lesson why you always delete your sex messages. As I was kicking and screaming for him to stop he started reading them, all of them. He found out all my texts to Ryan, all the back and forths, about the foreman, the strangers at the bar, his friends, his coworkers. Worst of all he found the references to all of our fantasies. He knew everything.

"This..." he smiled with the most wicked smile imaginable, "....is going to be even better than I thought. 

He took a closeup picture of my purplish welted ass. He told me he was sending it to Ryan. I screamed, I begged, I cried. He just laughed, typed something and sent it, right in front of me.

I meekly asked what he typed. He said, "THIS is what your slut wife's ass is supposed to look like, always."

He slid his huge spear into my ass using my overheated juices to help. He didn't ease it in, he jammed it in. He took delight in how I yelped when he did. He put his hand over my mouth and made me gasp for air as he raped my ass. All the while, he ridiculed me, Ryan, our lifestyle. The sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my ass was clear from all the wetness. I also heard the slap every time he forced that thing all the way into to me with a determined thrust. We heard the guys out in the hallway again. He made sure he was loud in everything he said and did. He let them know he was fucking my ass and how hard. He came in me, but not before telling me that I no longer have any say in anything. I was do what he says from now on. 




Erin's World Ch. 09



"I'm going to fuck you, whenever, I'm going to whip you, whenever. You are going to fuck whenever, whoever, however I say from now on. You are my slut now," he growled. I knew Ryan was now awake, staring wide eyed at his phone. The world had changed for us.

{end of Erin's World- 9}