35 comments/ 137008 views/ 27 favorites My Slut Wife Ch. 01 By: DeeperDown Thank you for rating my stories and providing feedback. I appreciate the messages and will write more chapters if there is a demand for them. ****************************** It was our anniversary and Ashley was thirty-five minutes late for our reservation. I ordered a strong drink and relaxed while I waited for her. I met Ashley six years ago. We were both in college, Ashley was a senior taking a fine arts degree and I was in my third year of medical school. Some friends convinced me to join them for a drink at the campus club. When we arrived the room was full of undergrads in various stages of undress grinding to deep urban music, and I felt a little out of place as one of the older men in the room. I'm not much of a dancer, so I offered to order our drinks while my friends joined the throng of bodies on the dance floor. I was immediately entranced by the young woman bartending. She had an exotic look with a tanned, almost caramel hued complexion and brown sun streaked hair that spilled halfway down her back. Her eyes were an unusually deep shade of green. She was dressed to attract tips, with a short skirt that revealed the bottom of a firm ass when she moved from one end of the bar to the other. She had unusually long, toned legs for such a petite woman, and they were accentuated by a pair of tall black heels. Her breasts threatened to spill from the top of a tight black corset. "What can I get you?" She smiled. She had caught me staring at her chest. "You're gorgeous." I breathed completely caught off guard. I had completely missed her first question. "I'm not on the menu," she smiled at me confidently. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." I stammered. She patiently waited for me to finish my apology. "If I didn't want you to stare, I would have worn a sweater." She replied with a smile and offered me her hand. "I'm Ashley." We hit it off immediately and became inseparable. When Ashley graduated she moved in with me at my bachelor apartment. She got a job at an advertising agency in town as a designer while I finished my degree and began my residency at the hospital. Three years later, my friend Nick and I are establishing our own family medicine practice. Ashley and I moved from our cramped bachelor apartment to a small house just fifteen minutes from the hospital. She's been promoted to Art Director at work and is now responsible for some of her firm's biggest clients. I chose Christmas to propose to Ashley in front of her family and we were married last summer. Married life has not been good recently. ****************************** Ashley arrived looking gorgeous as usual in a white blouse, black blazer and pencil skirt. "Sorry, I had a tough time escaping tonight." She smiled and let her twenty-six year old body slide into the seat across from me. "I was beginning to worry you wouldn't be able to make it." I had meant it as a joke but Ashley's demeanour stiffened. "I told you this morning that I would probably be late." My wife's green eyes flared and she shifted uncomfortably. She nervously brushed a strand of her long hair behind an ear and glanced around the room. I sipped on the water left in the bottom of my glass after the ice cubes had melted. "It would have been nice if you'd given me a call. I've been sitting here for over half an hour." She glared at me. "I already told you this morning. You should have changed the reservation and made it for a later time." "We both know that it wouldn't have mattered what time I made the reservation for, you would have been late." Bitterness was beginning to creep into my voice and I forced myself to settle down. Ashley opened her mouth to respond but decided better, and settled for an irritated sigh. Ashley and I have been growing apart over the last several months. I thought it had to do with our busy workloads so I began cutting back. I've been making sure that I'm home by 5:30 every day and taking weekends off whenever I can. But Ashley hasn't cut back on her hours. She says she's in the middle of some big projects, but they've lasted for months. I've spent a lot of evenings alone in front of the television waiting for her to come home. We sat in silence for several minutes until the waitress approached. "May I start you off with a drink, M'am?" Ashley glanced quickly inside the drink menu before ordering a glass of white wine. "And may I get you another, Sir?" She gave me a warm smile and reached for my empty glass. I nodded at her appreciatively. This was going to be a long night. ****************************** It was two weeks later and our relationship hadn't improved much. Ashley wasn't normally home until 7:00 most week nights now so I decided to join a nearby gym. I was in pretty good shape, but figured that it would be a good idea to spend my free time exercising instead of flopped in front of the television. I also thought that the gym would help me work out some of my sexual frustration. Our sex life had tapered off and was almost non-existent now. Ashley was tired when she got home from work, she offered to give me hand jobs and occasionally rolled over for a quickie but I was beginning to find myself less and less attracted to her. It was hard to get excited about someone who didn't seem interested. The gym didn't help much with the frustration though. There was no shortage of beautiful women working out every day, some of which I'm sure were more interested in the clubs more exclusive clientele of doctors, lawyers and other professionals than they were in losing weight. By the end of my work out my dick was usually rock hard from staring at the collection of gorgeous women wearing skin tight ensembles. When I got home I had more than enough time to take a soothing shower and then relieve my cock by watching some porn on the computer in my office. By the time Ashley got home I was relaxed and my balls were empty. For her part Ashley seemed pretty disinterested in sex so my porn wasn't getting in the way. I stopped pressuring her for sex. I wasn't in the mood for one of Ashley's hand jobs or pity fucks, especially after watching half an hour of porn where the women were begging to get fucked, it was hard to work up any enthusiasm for Ashley. Today when I arrived home from the gym there was a note on the kitchen counter top. "Big client is in town tonight. I won't be home until after 11:00." I crumpled up the note with Ashley's handwriting on it and headed upstairs for a shower. Entering the bedroom I noticed several of the items Ashley had worn to work were strewn across the floor. She had obviously came home and been in a hurry to get changed quickly. I picked up her blouse and skirt and threw them into the laundry hamper. I bent over to pick up her thong and noticed that it was damp. Surprised, I held it in my hands and could smell the familiar scent of her arousal. "I must have just missed her," I thought. I wonder what's got her all worked up? Then after hesitating a moment I tossed the thong into the laundry hamper as well. I stripped and stepped under the warm water of the shower. The water was relaxing and after ten minutes I turned off the jets and stepped into the cooler, refreshing air of the bathroom. A loud beep from the dresser stole my attention. I slipped a large white fluffy towel around my waist and stepped back into the bedroom. The red light on my cell phone was flashing. I activated the screen and saw that I had missed three calls and two voicemail messages. Two calls were from my partner Nick, and one was from my wife's cell phone. The first message was from Nick. "Hey, I tried calling you but didn't get an answer. I'm going to be finished up here in 15 minutes and then I'm going to grab something to eat at Studio Rendezvous. Call me if you're hungry." I was hungry, starving actually, and I thought it would be a good chance to catch up with Nick. We worked together but we'd both been very busy lately, and lately I'd been leaving early giving us even less time to catch up after our last patients. The next message was from Ashley but it was garbled and obviously just made by mistake. I could make out what sounded like the voices of a man and my wife's laugh but not what they were saying. I gave Nick a call back and told him I'd meet him at the Studio Rendezvous lounge in thirty minutes. I quickly got dressed and made a note to go shopping soon for a new casual wardrobe, my time at the gym was paying off and my clothes fit a little too loosely now. I don't often go to Studio Rendezvous, its located downtown and it can be frustrating to find parking there, but five minutes later I was out the door and driving towards the lounge. My cock stirred slightly and I remembered that I hadn't had the time after my shower today to sit in front of the computer and relieve my tension. I briefly considered trying to convince Ashley to have sex later tonight, but then thought that I would probably have a better orgasm if I just stuck to the enthusiastic partners on my computer. Begging for sex with Ashley just didn't appeal to me anymore. Studio Rendezvous was exactly what it sounded like, a rather posh spot for young professionals to get together for food and cocktails. It was actually part of a larger entertainment complex and was attached to different lounges each with their own theme and menu. They were joined in the middle by one of the trendier night clubs in town. On weekends people would often grab dinner in one of the restaurants and then migrate through the lounges to the dance floor as the night wore on. Tonight the night club was pretty quiet with only a few people huddled in the dark booths surrounding the dance floor. I made my way quickly through to the connected lounges which were busy with couples and friends enjoying a weeknight drink. I noticed Nick sitting in a booth in the corner after he waved his hand to get my attention. I slid into the seat across from him just as a young waitress showed up with two beers. "I ordered for you," he slid the glass to me. "Was the gym busy?" "No more than usual I suppose," I replied, raising my glass in thanks. "Where's Kathy tonight?" Kathy was Nick's girlfriend of six months. They'd been spending a lot of time together recently and they had decided that they would move in together at the end of the month. "She's been visiting her mother all week, so I'm on my own tonight. Where's Ashley?" I shrugged. "There was a note on the table when I got home. I think she's schmoozing a client tonight. Not sure when she'll be home." Nick knew that Ashley and I were going through a rough patch so we drank in silence for a few minutes before striking up a conversation about work and our patients. Nick and I get along great and I felt incredibly lucky to be in business with him. Some people say you should never go into business with a friend but Nick and I seem to work. We'd been best friends through med school and our residencies. Nick had even been the best man at my wedding. We argued less than most married couples, especially Ashley and I. We ordered steak and polished off two more beers before calling it a night. Nick paid our tab when I wasn't looking and we said goodbye before I headed towards the night club portion of the complex to find a bathroom before leaving. The club had gotten busier and the music had been turned up. I ducked into the bathroom. The urinals looked like they hadn't been cleaned in awhile so I stepped into one of the stalls and closed the door. A moment later the door opened and the bathroom was flooded with the sound of the club. I could hear two men laughing as they made their way to the urinals. "She's a frisky one, isn't she?" Spoke a man with a refined British tone. "Yeah absolutely," his friend joked in a far less interesting American accent. "But I'd much rather the blonde." They laughed again. "Well then we've got a gentlemans agreement!" Again they laughed and then I heard them zip and head for the door. "What's the brunette's name again? Ashlynn?" "Ashley." His American friend shouted to him over the loud music spilling in through the open door. I swallowed hard. "There's lots of women name Ashley," I reassured myself and walked to the sink to wash my hands. I took a deep breath and headed into the noise. If I'd really believed it wasn't my Ashley, I would have left to go home. But I didn't. I slid into an empty booth and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark club. An attractive waitress showed up at my table and I ordered two fingers of scotch. I admired her legs perched atop a pair of gladiator style heels as she left to fetch my drink. Her hips swayed with every step and I was again reminded that I hadn't cum today. My eyes began to scan the room. There were quite a few darkened booths occupied by couples and small groups. It was too dark to make out who they were without getting much closer. There were also a few groups of people on the dance floor. "What am I doing here?" I thought to myself. I considered leaving but my thoughts were interrupted when the attractive young waitress returned with my scotch. She bent over to place it on the table and my cock became instantly hard as she afforded me a look down her blouse at her large breasts. She noticed me staring and gave me a flirty wink. I thanked her and gave her a generous tip. I wasn't going to be able to leave until the tent in my pants disappeared and there wasn't much chance of that happening any time soon as I watched the waitress walk away slowly for my benefit. My attention was interrupted by movement to my left. A young blonde woman in a strapless blue dress and tall heels sprang out of a booth and turned to pull a man with her towards the dance floor. He stumbled out of the booth after her and seemed to be laughing as he allowed her to lead him by his hand to the center of the room. She turned and fell into his arms and he let his hands roam down her back and rest on her firm ass. The dress rode up slightly revealing the bottom of her cheeks whenever she spread her legs slightly. They danced very closely and she took every opportunity to grind her pussy into his thigh. Several songs later, another man stepped out of the booth before reaching back. I held my breath as Ashley slid from the booth holding his hand. It was definitely Ashley. I could clearly see her face illuminated by the dance floor lights. She wore a very tight strapless black dress which stopped several inches above her knees. Her legs were encased in black stockings that stopped several inches before her dress started. This was an outfit I had never seen before and I was instantly very hard and very angry. I reminded myself to breathe and calmed myself down as best I could. I couldn't conceive of an excuse as to why she'd be dressed this way with a client. I considered interrupting them but stayed in my seat sipping on my scotch as I watched my wife dance closely with a strange man. What would I accuse her of? Dressing slutty? The waitress appeared again. Sensing my tension she turned to see what I was staring at, before turning back and smiling at me. "They're certainly a hot couple," she smiled. "Would you like another drink?" The lighting changed and became darker for the next song and I took the opportunity to order another scotch. She smiled and left to retrieve my drink and I quickly turned my attention back to the dance floor. Not even the sway of the waitress' hips could distract me now. What I saw on the dance floor changed my life forever. Ashley and the man she was with were dancing very closely. She was moving very rigidly, much differently than the other young women on the dance floor. Her arms were trapped in front of her, between her partner instead of around his neck. I was confused about what she was doing until they turned slightly to the left. At that moment one of the dance floor lights happened to sweep over them. His fly was open and one of Ashley's hands was obviously inside his pants. Her arm moved purposefully and it was pretty clear she was pumping his cock. Her other hand snaked up the front of her own dress. It was moving slower than her other hand but from where I was sitting I guessed that she was stroking herself as well. The man leaned over and whispered something in Ashley's ear and they stopped swaying. She withdrew the hand from under her dress and moved that hand into his pants as well. Her other arm increased in speed for several seconds before her partner stiffened and she slowed her hand. She smiled at him and brought her other hand to her mouth and licked her hand several times. I was in shock. I was sure I had just seen my wife give a stranger a hand job and lick his cum from her hand. Her face shone when the dance floor lights played across her face, she must have smeared some of his seed on her face while she was busy licking it from between her fingers. In the six years that I'd known Ashley she had never let me cum anywhere except inside her, or her stomach during a brief period when she was off birth control. Next the man opened his palm, and whispered into her ear. She seemed to giggle and then she reached into her cleavage and handed him her cell phone. He took a step back and then took several pictures of her posing with his cum on her face, in the middle of the dance floor. I considered standing up and rushing over to them now. But I wasn't sure what I would do. Punch him? I'd never laid a hand on Ashley and even enraged like I was now I could never bring myself to hit her. I was interrupted by the waitress who placed the drink in front of me and waited patiently while I fished the money from my wallet. She scowled somewhat when she noticed I'd been distracted and not added a tip, but she turned and walked quickly away. There wasn't a sway to her hips this time, which was just as well as my cock had gone limp at the sight of my wife's betrayal on the dance floor. I turned my attention back to my wife, but couldn't find her. I stood up and glanced around the dance floor again but she wasn't there. Then I noticed movement to my left and the four of them emerged from the booth again with their jackets and purses and began to head towards the door. I decided it was best to not let Ashley know that I had seen her. I waited a few moments and then took off across the room to the hallway they had exited through. I got outside in time to see them close the door of the cab. My wife was in the front seat, the blonde and the two men were in the back. It sped away before I could make my way back to my car to follow. What do I do now? She was cheating on me that much was for sure. For how long I don't know. She has worked plenty of nights and had plenty of opportunities to do so behind my back. I pulled out my cell phone and called her. I took a deep breath so that my voice would not betray how angry I was. It rang four times before she picked up. It was noisy in the background. "Hello?" "Hey Ashley, where are you?" I spoke as calmly as I could. "Oh just out with the team," she sounded nervous and distracted. "Where?" I pressed her for an answer. "Well we just finished eating..." there was a loud laugh in the background and I caught a familiar accent. "Sorry, it's loud in here. We just finished eating and we're headed back to the office to take care of some paper work. I'll be home late." "How late?" Some of my anger began to leak into my voice but she seemed too distracted to notice. "I don't know, a few hours. I won't wake you up when I get home." I stewed in silence, my mind raced with thoughts about how she would be spending the next few hours. My Slut Wife Ch. 01 "I got to go. Receptions bad here and we're at the office now, so.... goodnight." She rushed through and then hung up. I noted that she hadn't ended the call with "I love you." I gunned the engine of the car and drove in the direction of Ashley's office. I wasn't sure what I would do once I got there and confronted them, but I did know that Ashley would not be spending the next few hours with another man. Minutes later I pulled into an empty parking lot. The building was dark. Ashley had lied to me about where she was. It suddenly struck me how stupid I was to believe her when she told me she was going to the office; she'd been lying to me about everything. I turned the car and headed for home. Our home was dark. I fixed myself a drink and waited in the living room for an hour and a half but Ashley didn't show up. I decided to call Nick. He sounded sleepy when he answered the phone and I glanced at the clock. 2:36 "Shit, sorry Nick. I didn't realize how late it was." "Is something wrong?" Nick was concerned. "Yes, very wrong." I gathered my strength and choked back a sob. "After dinner tonight I saw Ashley at Studio Rendezvous with another man. She's cheating on me." "Are you sure she's cheating?" I took a few minutes to explain what had happened. I told Nick everything. "Well shit." Nick was silent for a minute. "Well don't do anything stupid." "Like what?" I questioned. I was actually interested in hearing his bad ideas because besides yelling at Ashley I had no ideas of my own of how to confront her, good or bad. "Don't let her know yet. Go see a lawyer tomorrow." "A lawyer, why?" Nick continued: "When you and Ashley got married you signed a prenuptial agreement in order to protect our practice. It has lots of clauses so that if something happens to one of us the other can continue the practice, etc. Well one of those clauses is for infidelity, it states that if either you or Ashley is unfaithful, that your share of the practice could not be taken from you in the divorce and the person found to have been unfaithful will only receive 50% of your bank account and any stocks or bonds." He took a deep breath and summarized. "If you can find evidence of her cheating with another man, you will only have to give her half your bank account. The house, cars, your shares of our practice, and half your bank accounts will be yours." I wasn't sure if I wanted a divorce. But I promised Nick that I would get some evidence before doing anything. I turned off the lights and went upstairs to crawl into bed. I drifted off into a very light sleep until I heard the front door downstairs close very softly. I lay very still in bed. The house was silent but I knew that Ashley was home. The bedroom door creaked open slowly and I could make out her figure as she entered the room. She was wearing jeans and a blouse but carried a bag. She stopped and looked towards the bed. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. Satisfied that I was asleep, she crept into our adjoining bathroom and closed the door. I heard the quiet sound of the shower and waited a few moments before rolling quietly out of bed and creeping quickly to the closed bathroom door. I listened closely for a few minutes until I was satisfied that she was in the shower before I slowly pushed the door open. Steam escaped from the shower stall. Ashley's figure was hidden by the shower curtain and I looked around quickly for her bag. Spotting it in the corner by the toilet, I padded over quickly and as quietly as possible opened the zipper. I could smell the sex before I saw the small black dress crumpled at the bottom of the bag. Reaching in I pulled out a barely-there black thong. The back was nothing more than a string. The front however had a thin strip of material that would have covered nothing more than her slit, leaving the rest of her mound exposed. It was damp, and I could clearly make out cum stains. I wasn't sure however if this would be enough evidence. I mean, she could claim in court that I had added another man's semen to a pair of her used panties. So I kept looking. There was little else in the bag except for the dress and stockings. The heels she'd worn were beside the bag on the tile floor. Digging into one of the side pockets I felt a piece of hard plastic and pulled out her phone. I glanced quickly at the shower before grabbing the phone and the thong and closing up the bag. Then I backed quietly out of the bathroom and slid the door closed behind me. I returned to the bed and opened her phone. The interface was unfamiliar to me but I managed to find the photo albums after a few minutes of experimentation. I opened a folder with today's date and was overwhelmed to find over twenty photos. I flipped through them slowly. The first seven were of Ashley and the blonde girl from the club. They were pressed together in seductive poses, in several they were kissing or touching each other. One of the pictures showed Ashley's eyes staring sexily at the camera while the blonde's hand cupped her pussy through the dress. The next four photos were from the club. The quality was low but they looked familiar. They showed a first person perspective of my wife's cum smeared face licking seed from her hand. The last nine photos were the most valuable though. They showed where my wife had been after I'd lost them in the cab. There were several pictures of the blonde girl naked laying face down on what was obviously a hotel bed. There were a few pictures of my wife lying beside her clad only in her heels, black stockings and the thong I now held in my hand. Finally the last four pictures in the series had two shots of the blonde sucking a man's cock and then two shots of my wife. In one of the shots Ashley's lips were wrapped around the man's cock as she stared directly into the camera. The last picture was taken from a much wider angle and showed my wife kneeling with cum on her face. It was by far the most damning because you could clearly see the man's face in the shot -- and it definitely wasn't mine. I had evidence now. Enough I think to survive a divorce proceeding if it got to that point. I could still hear the shower so I quickly left the room and headed down the hall to my office. I threw the thong into a filing cabinet and then spent several precious seconds figuring out how to turn the ringer on Ashley's phone off so she wouldn't be able to find it before locking it away in the cabinet as well. I hurried quietly back to the bedroom. I couldn't hear the shower anymore but the door was still closed. I tiptoed back to the bed and slid under the covers. I could hear rustling in the bathroom and then the light was turned off. I closed my eyes feigning sleep again and heard her softly creep into the room. Her closet door creaked and I heard her place the bag on a shelf inside. I could hear her rustling through the pockets of the bag followed by a sharp surprised breath. I thought to myself that she must have realized her phone was missing. Several minutes later, the closet door closed and I heard her softly shuffling towards the bed. I could smell her shampoo and felt the mattress sink softly as she manoeuvred her 115 lbs frame into bed. I lay awake for what seemed like hours until I heard her breathing deepen and then I too fell asleep. ****************************** Ashley normally gets up an hour before I do to make sure she's at work on time. So I wasn't surprised when I woke up and the bed was empty. I got up and quickly took a shower before getting dressed. I called my office and left a voice mail for my receptionist asking her to cancel my appointments for the day. Then I went downstairs. Ashley was in the kitchen and already dressed for work. She gave me a nod which was becoming her usual cold morning greeting. "How did it go last night?" I asked her. I think a part of me was expecting her to be honest with me. "It was alright. Just had dinner with one of my clients and then we pulled a late night working on some campaign materials." Hearing the lie made me sick to my stomach. She didn't seem to notice my discomfort. She picked up her travel mug and briefcase and headed towards the front door. "I'll be home late." Once I heard her car pull away from the driveway I rushed upstairs to my office. I unlocked the drawer and moved the evidence to my desk. The sight of the stained thong was upsetting me so I placed it in a plastic bag where I didn't have to look at it. Twenty-four hours ago nothing would have made me more excited than seeing Ashley's tight cunt covered with that thong but the stained cum made me sick to my stomach. Next, I powered on the phone. There were fourteen missed calls. Scrolling through the numbers I noticed they were all from our home line. Ashley must have thought she'd dropped it in the house or the car and been searching for it this morning. The phone beeped and the battery icon started flashing so I ran downstairs to find her charger. I dashed back upstairs and plugged it in then noticed that there was an unread text message. I opened it: "Hey bb. Send me your pix from last night. ;)" I copied down the number, and then picked up my office phone. I knew my cell phone number would show up on call display, but my office line is unlisted. The phone rang three times. "Hello? Ryan speaking." "Ryan who?" I asked stupidly. "Who is this?" He demanded. I froze. He hung up. Shit. How am I going to get his name now? I called back and this time when he picked up I hung up as soon as I heard him say: "Hello". Then I redialled the number quickly. It rang four times and I breathed a sigh of relief when the voice mail kicked in. "Hello you've reached the number of Ryan Camp at Denseco Inc. I'm sorry I couldn't answer the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number and a brief message I'll return your call as soon as possible." I hung up before the beep, and typed "Ryan Camp Denseco Inc." into the search engine. The second result was a Denseco Inc. corporate profile for Ryan Camp, Executive VP Marketing for Denseco's consumer package goods division. Beside a lengthy biography was a picture of the man I'd watched my wife give a hand job to on the dance floor last night. I pressed print and called my lawyer. ****************************** The Denseco account was very important to the firm, in fact it accounted for almost a third of their revenue. It was a British based company and one of the senior VP's was going to be in town. Her boss called her into his office and told her that it would be her job to entertain him and show him the city. "Do whatever it takes. Take them anywhere they want to go. Charge everything to your expense card." "Yes sir, I understand." He continued: "If we get a green light on this account I'll see to it that you're promoted to creative director. If this falls through though, we'll likely have to layoff our Denseco team." Ashley swallowed hard. She knew that would include her. "Yes sir, I'll take care of everything." Ashley was used to working with Todd, a Denseco marketing representative from their American office. She'd been working with Todd for the last several months helping to plan and prepare a big U.S. campaign concept for one of Denseco's most popular European product lines. Usually clients interacted with an account manager not the artistic directors, but after presenting to Todd and his team he'd requested that she personally be his point of contact. Denseco was such an important client that Ashley's boss had agreed with very little arm twisting. Todd made no secret of the fact that he found Ashley attractive. He leered at her and took every opportunity to stare at her cleavage and ass. It had made her uncomfortable at first and she'd started to dress more conservatively. Overtime though she had realized that she could manipulate him by showing a little skin and her necklines had gotten lower and her skirts shorter. Todd stopped by during the afternoon and knocked on Ashley's office door. She looked up from some story boards she'd been reviewing and smiled when she saw him. "May I come in," he grinned. He made little effort to avert his gaze from her cleavage. She subtly moved her elbows closer to her ribs forcing her breasts to push up and closer together. "Hello Todd! What can I do for you?" For his benefit her voice was always an octave higher when Todd visited. "Oh I just wanted to stop by." He fiddled with his hands, while he continued to stare at her chest. "Ryan will be arriving tonight and I thought we might go out for a night on the town." "Oh?" Ashley played along innocently. She knew that he'd just been meeting with her boss a few moments ago. "Yes. I'll be picking him up in the limo in a few hours. We'll pick you up here at 6:30. Make sure that you wear something sexy for him because you'll have to earn your contract tonight." He gave her a wink. Ashley was caught off-guard and her mouth fell open. He stared at her for a moment, measuring her reaction. She composed herself and flashed him a wink and a smile. "Don't worry Todd, we'll take good care of your boss." Todd gave her an approving smile and then left her office and headed towards the elevators. Her mind was screaming. What had she just gotten herself into? Did he really expect her to fuck his boss? She took a deep breath. She wanted the creative director job more than anything else in the world. There was only one thing to do. Ashley stood up and grabbed her purse. She walked quickly out of her office and towards the elevators, and then stopped in her tracks. She was going to need some help. Turning she strode back towards the reception area. "Come with me Sarah, we've got an important project this evening." Ashley's blonde receptionist, Sarah gave her a puzzled look but leapt to her feet and grabbed her purse. Sarah would be perfect. Ashley knew she was a self-professed slut and she'd be exactly what she needed to make sure she closed the Denseco account. "Where are we going?" Sarah finally asked Ashley when the elevator arrived at the parking lot. "Shopping." ****************************** Ashley was having a horrible day at work. For the past six hours she'd been locked in the board room with her boss, team and the men from Denseco. She thought that the account had been a done deal after last night in the hotel room, but Ryan and Todd had insisted on going through a full blown account review. It didn't help that Ryan had been making inappropriate comments all afternoon. She couldn't find her cell phone anywhere, so she had to sit through the meetings without access to email. Perhaps she thought, these extended meetings were a punishment for not sending him the photos from her phone like he'd asked for last night in the hotel room. He'd asked again this morning and she'd tried to explain she couldn't find it, but she didn't think he believed her. Finally the presentation complete, Ryan signed the agreement. They all shook hands and her boss walked both men to the elevator. Once they were safely on their way downstairs he poked his head in. "Great job Ashley." He smiled and gave her a thumbs up before hurrying away. She allowed herself to slouch into the board room chair when there came a knock on the glass door. She glanced over and Sarah stood in the doorway. It was amazing how well she managed to go from the sultry cum slut last night to cheerful receptionist this morning. It made Ashley wonder how often Sarah indulged in her fuck toy behaviour. "Ashley, your husband called during your meeting and left a message for you." Ashley sighed and closed her eyes. She didn't feel like dealing with him right now. "What does he want?" "He asked me to make sure you would be home at 5:00pm tonight." Ashley opened her eyes and gave Sarah a puzzled look. "I'm never home by five, he should know better." ****************************** Ashley's BMW pulled into the driveway at 7:30pm. I knew that it would be unusual for her to be home by five but I'd held out hope that she would have made an effort since I had specifically left a message requesting she be home. When I heard the front door open I called to her. "Ashley can you come see me in my office for a minute?" There was no answer but I could hear her heels slowly ascending the stair case. She kicked her shoes off near our bedroom door and then walked the rest of the hallway to my office. Stepping inside she froze. "Hi Ashley," I spoke solemnly. "This is Stephen Cross, my lawyer." She dropped her purse and looked first at my lawyer then back to me with a simultaneously suspicious and confused expression. "What's going on here?" She spoke softly. I beckoned her to approach my desk and opened a folder full of papers. She sunk into one of the soft leather chairs beside my lawyer. Her eyes grew wide when she recognized the photos from her phone. Also on top of the desk was the corporate profile of Ryan Camp from Denseco. I could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. I pulled out the bag with her cum stained panties and also placed it on the desk. "I can explain..." she started to sob, but I raised my hand to silence her. "No, you can't. I was there." A flash of fear overcame her face. I could tell she was desperately searching her memory from last night for opportunities that I could have seen her. She was in shock and I took advantage of the silence. "Ashley, I have always loved you and been faithful to you since the day that we met. I've rearranged my life to spend more time with you." Her lips began to quiver. "But this has gone too far. You've broken our wedding vows. You've neglected me and given away your body to another man for what appears to be nothing but money, like a common whore." I paused to compose myself. "I'm divorcing you and invoking the infidelity clauses in our prenuptial agreement." Ashley gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her tears were now streaming down her face. "I'm going to go away for two weeks. I need time to think. You can have that time to pack your things. Mr. Cross will be responsible for protecting my assets while I'm gone. You should get a lawyer of your own." I stood to leave and Ashley began to cry uncontrollably. She reached towards me but I stepped away from her hands and quickly left the room. I moved quickly down the hallway. I trusted Stephen to watch over the house and I simply couldn't be here with her now, not after what she had done to me. I could hear her running down the hallway after me as I stepped out the front door. I rushed to my previously packed car and began to pull out of the driveway when she erupted sobbing onto the lawn. I could see Stephen emerge behind her carrying the suitcase full of photos and the bag of panties. As I drove out of view he was busy giving her information about what she now could and couldn't do in her own home. ****************************** Ashley cried all night in her empty bed. She'd been foolish and taken her husband for granted. She needed to speak with him to let him known that Ryan and Todd had never fucked her. They'd used Sarah and she'd taken Ryan in her mouth but her pussy still belonged to him. Then she realized how ridiculous that justification was. She'd neglected him and searched futilely to remember the last time she had satisfied him. She had let her job come between them and taken for granted the love he had for her, their beautiful home and the relationship they'd built. Finally she fell asleep early in the morning. Exhausted she slept until early afternoon before she was interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing. Shaking herself awake, she rushed to the phone hoping to hear her husband's voice. My Slut Wife Ch. 01 "Ashley, where are you?" Ashley cringed at the sound of her boss' voice. "I'm at home," she managed to stammer. "You'd better have a good excuse for missing the first day of your biggest campaign project." "I quit." She responded meekly. There was a shocked silence on the phone for a few moments before her boss slowly replied. "I'm not kidding Ashley. Todd's been calling for you all day." "I'm not kidding either, sir." And with that, she hung up. The phone rang again a few moments later but she didn't answer. Fully awake now she walked down the hallway to his office and curled up in his chair. She felt sick to her stomach. She'd sacrificed her marriage for her job, for money. She was married to a doctor and had allowed a client to stick his dick in her mouth to improve her chances of getting a promotion. She felt incredibly stupid and cheap. She sobbed for hours before finally deciding on a plan. She committed herself to spending the next two weeks fixing her mistakes. She wanted to be able to tell her husband when he returned that she had done terrible, terrible things but that she was committed to changing, to fixing their marriage and making him happy again. Quitting her job had felt like a powerful first step, but her demanding job wasn't the only reason her husband was unsatisfied. Ashley turned on his computer and started to search through the browser history. It didn't take long for her to find some of the web sites he visited over the past several months to keep him company when she wasn't interested in sex. She spent hours looking at his video history and reading erotic stories that he had visited and bookmarked. She stumbled across one story that he visited often; it was obviously one of his favourites. As she read it she allowed her hand to gently cup her cunt. She could feel her arousal as the moisture from her slit leaked between her fingers and couldn't resist curling one of her fingers inside her. Her other hand used the mouse to scroll, but every so often it would escape from the mouse and fall between her legs to gently stroke her clit. Then it dawned on her. She knew how she would win her husband back and prove to him that she loved him more than anything else in the world. She would learn from the characters in his favourite stories and videos. She would make him a very happy man. Reluctantly she withdrew her finger from her cunt and wiped her juice on her smooth thigh. After searching for the number online, Ashley reached for the phone on his desk and made a call. "Hello, I'd like to make an appointment." My Slut Wife Ch. 02 Thank you for rating my stories and providing feedback. I appreciate the messages and comments and will write more chapters if there is a demand for them. ****************************** Within the last 48 hours I had discovered my wife had cheated on me, collected evidence of her infidelity, hired a divorce lawyer, confronted her, abruptly cancelled all of my appointments for the next two weeks, and left my home and wife behind. After leaving the house I drove straight to the airport. This was as far as I had planned. I stared blankly at the list of departures on the terminal screen, before grabbing my luggage and striding into the travel agency office. I caught the older woman at the desk by surprise. She looked to have been about to eat a sandwich from the food court. "Well hello. Sorry, may I help you?" She smiled and quickly cleared her dinner from the desk. "I'd like to book a vacation; can you help me with that?" "Of course," she continued. "When were you planning to leave?" "Immediately," I responded curtly. She stared patiently at me for a moment, as if expecting me to continue, before she decided to ask her next question. "Sorry sir; did you mean this week?" "On the next flight, please." She seemed a little surprised but after evaluating me for a moment she realized I was quite serious and she got to work. "Did you have a destination in mind?" "Not really, just somewhere quiet." "For how long?" "Two weeks should be enough." "What is your budget?" "Wherever this will take me." I pulled my gold card from my wallet and placed it on her desk. Satisfied, she turned to her keyboard and computer screen and began to enter my answers into her scheduling application. "Most resort destinations charge room rates based on dual occupancy. You'll have to pay extra for a room for yourself if you decide to go that route. Is that the sort of vacation you had in mind?" "A resort sounds fine as long as it's quiet. The extra costs don't bother me." I replied. We both sat in silence for a moment while she reviewed the search results on her screen. "I have a flight to Nassau, Bahamas leaving in an hour and fifteen minutes. That would barely give you enough time to clear security, but you could make it." I nodded. "I can book you at the Ocean Club on Paradise Island. It's very private and exclusive but if you change your mind and want a busier pace the Atlantis resort is close by." She waited patiently for my response. "Sounds great," I slid the gold card across her desk. "I'll take the works." She nodded and picked up the phone to make the arrangements. ****************************** Knock, Knock, Knock. Ashley woke suddenly. Her bedroom was completely dark except for the sliver of sunlight that snuck between the blinds. She rolled over gently, tangled in one of his collared shirts. She'd tried to fall asleep for hours last night and finally managed to doze off after sneaking one of his shirts from his closet. It smelt like him and gave her a measure of comfort. Knock, Knock, Knock. This time she heard the door and raised herself up from the bed. The clock on the bedside table said it was 2:07 pm. She moved slowly down the stairs toward the front door. She caught sight of her reflection in the entrance-way mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying. She pulled the shirt closer around her chest to cover her caramel colored breasts. Knock, Knock, Knock. She peeked through the peep hole and took a deep breath before opening the door. "You look terrible Ashley. What happened to you?" Sarah stood on the front step. Her blonde hair was captured in a ponytail. She wore a tight fitting business suit that accentuated her slim figure. Her short skirt looked formal, but hinted at the slut lurking just below the thin layer of fabric. "Come in," Ashley ignored Sarah's question and held the door open for the young woman. She stepped inside and slipped out of her heels. "Everyone at the office wants to know if you're really gone?" Ashley led Sarah into the living room and allowed herself to collapse into a comfy chair. Sarah took a seat on the leather sofa across from her. "You didn't tell anyone about the other night did you?" Ashley allowed herself to look up into Sarah's eyes before continuing. "No. The boss called me into his office this morning and told me that if there was anything I needed to tell him he'd listen, but he didn't press me for details. I think he'd just rather not know to be honest. That account is worth a lot of money." "Sarah," Ashley paused briefly to choose her words. "I'm very sorry for what happened the other night." "What for?" Sarah's lips curled into a smile. "I had a great time." Ashley shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "Sarah, I crossed a line the other night and it's ruined my marriage." Sarah's smile disappeared and she shifted a little uncomfortably in her seat. "You told your husband?" "No. He found the pictures on my phone. He's going to divorce me for infidelity." "Why?" Sarah seemed confused. "He also found cum in my panties." "But..." Sarah stammered, "But you didn't fuck either of those guys." Ashley shifted in her chair again. "After Ryan was finished with me I used my panties to wipe his cum off my chest. Then I stuffed them in my bag when I got changed before going home." Sarah seemed stunned. "Well why didn't you just tell your husband that?" Ashley looked at her incredulously. "I still cheated on him Sarah! Where Ryan's cum ended up doesn't matter!" Ashley slumped deeper into the chair and her eyes began to well up again. "I cheated on him for a promotion." "I spent over six months working my ass off on that account. My work was fantastic. That job would have been mine." Ashley took a deep breath. "But I was stupid and I threw it all away in an incredibly stupid attempt to fast forward. It's cost me everything!" "But you can get your job back! Nobody has replaced you on the account yet." Sarah raised her voice from the sofa. "The job isn't important to me, I just got so caught up in it." Ashley sobbed and then gestured to the walls of the room. "Look at this house, its beautiful. My husband makes over four hundred thousand dollars a year and I was working my ass off for a job that makes only a tiny fraction of that." "I made a horrible, horrible mistake and I'm very sorry that I dragged you into it Sarah." Sarah rose from the coach and crawled over to lean against Ashley's chair. She cradled Ashley's sobbing face in her hands and gently kissed her forehead. "No, don't you feel sorry for me. I'm not in trouble with anyone." Sarah cooed comfortingly. "I'm fine. Everything's going to be ok." ****************************** "Come with me Sarah, we've got an important project this evening." Sarah looked up from her desk when she heard her name. She was puzzled; she hadn't remembered Ashley asking her to work this evening. In fact, she'd kind of planned to spend the evening dancing and maybe a quick fuck. It'd been a few days and she was anxious for a bit of exercise. Still, her boss Ashley was waiting for her so she grabbed her purse from her desk and leapt to her feet. The elevator doors closed and they began to descend. Sarah had never seen her look so tense. She waited for Ashley to say something but she was deep in thought and oblivious to the world around her. The elevator doors opened in the parking garage. Sarah took the opportunity to break the silence.. "Where are we going?" "Shopping." Confused Sarah fell several steps behind Ashley as she walked towards her parking space. "Come on. I'll explain on the way." Sarah hurried to catch up. She swung herself into the passenger seat of Ashley's black BMW sedan and buckled her seat belt as Ashley navigated the vehicle through the garage and up the security controlled ramp to the street above. Ashley began to speak slowly, keeping her eyes on the road as she drove rather quickly towards the downtown shopping district. "We've got a very important client to entertain this evening." She paused to consider her next words. "The client is very important to our firm and I've been told to keep him happy in every way possible." She paused for a moment. "He has made it clear that what he may want some company this evening to seal the deal." Sarah was a little surprised, but a grin began to spread across her face. Suddenly the prospect of getting some exercise tonight was back on the table it seemed. She now understood why Ashley needed her. She'd made no effort to hide her preference for promiscuity from her co-workers at the office. She'd made no effort to hide her lifestyle and was happy to share details of some of her adventures with curious co-workers. This sounded like it could lead to an exciting evening. Still she was surprised that Ashley would be involved. She wasn't one to gossip at work. She was known to be a workaholic and it was a bit of an about face to now imagine her as a corporate call girl of sorts. Ashley broke the silence. "I need your help Sarah. Can I count on you?" "Yes, yes of course." Sarah smiled. "I'm up for anything." ****************************** I woke up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I glanced at the night stand; the time read 11:11am. "Make a wish." I spoke to the empty room. I thought to myself that my wish would be that the last 72 hours hadn't happened. I stretched and swung my legs off the side of the bed. My foot brushed against the cool metal of the ice bucket on the floor beside the bed. Inside, an unopened bottle of champagne sat in the pool of melted ice. The plane landed at the airport late last night. A dark skinned man in a tuxedo had been waiting at the baggage claim holding a sign with my name. I watched as he anxiously searched the faces of the other travelers on the plane looking for a face that might show some semblance of recognition upon seeing his sign. I approached him after I'd collected my bags from the carousel. I introduced myself and he shook my hand warmly. "Come with me Sir, right this way." He spoke with a Caribbean accent and insisted on carrying my luggage. He led me outside the terminal where a well maintained limousine was waiting and held the door open for me as I slid inside the air conditioned cabin. Even thought it was well after dusk the air was quite humid outside. He finished stowing my luggage in the trunk before taking me on a short, twenty-five minute drive across the island and over the man-made bridge to Paradise Island. We passed the islands most popular landmark, the towering Atlantis Resort on our way to the exclusive Ocean Club nearby. When we arrived I was welcomed to the hotel by the night manager and a bellman gathered my luggage. I handed over my credit card to be swiped and collected my key from the front desk before being led to my room. I opened the door to find my luggage waiting for me and a trail of rose pedals leading to a large king sized bed, on top of which was perched a tray with a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. I'd asked my travel agent for the works and the best she could do on such short notice was apparently the honeymoon suite. ****************************** "Try this one on." Sarah passed another dress over the changing room door. She stepped back and peeked at the contents of her shopping bag while she waited for Ashley. She'd wanted the short blue strapless dress for a few weeks now. She'd stopped in to admire it whenever she dropped by the mall and waited anxiously for it to go on sale. It was a little too expensive for her modest salary. It was folded neatly at the bottom of the bag beside a pair of tall heels. They'd been expensive too and she was glad that Ashley was picking up the tab. The door creaked open and Ashley poked her head out. "It seems a little tight." Ashley cracked the door open a little further and peeked inside at the brunette. "It looks fantastic." Sarah beamed. "It's perfect." Ashley shifted nervously in her shoes as she paid for the dress at the counter. The dress was very tight and clung tightly to every curve of her body. It looked even tinier in the small hands of the young saleswoman as she folded it and placed it gently in a bag. After she'd paid for the purchase, Sarah grabbed her by the hand and dragged her quickly into the lingerie store next door. "We're almost done." She gave Ashley's shoulder a squeeze and guided her quickly to the corner that stocked the more racy items. "Anything here you like?" "I don't think my preference is what's really important this evening." Ashley replied nervously. Sarah laughed, "I suppose you're right." She searched the bins for a few moments before pulling out a small black thong. "This will be perfect for you." She handed the small piece of material to Ashley and returned her attention to the bin. The tiny elastic straps were attached to a piece of material that would just barely cover her slit leaving most of her mound exposed. She found herself breathing a little faster at the sight of the revealing wisp of material and imagined how her cunt would look displayed so obscenely. She reminded herself she would need to shave. "Found it!" Ashley turned towards Sarah's excited voice. She held in her hand a white crotchless thong. The underwear Sarah had picked out for Ashley seemed modest in comparison. Minutes later both women were climbing back into the BMW. Ashley manoeuvred the car out of the parking lot and headed for home. "I'm going to need to take a shower and get changed before tonight. Are you alright with coming to my place?" Sarah nodded and turned her attention back to the gifts in her bag. Once they arrived both girls brought their new purchases into the house and quickly climbed the stairs. "There's a shower in the bathroom down the hall." Ashley passed the young girl some towels from the linen closet and then retreated to her bedroom. Stripping quickly she scattered work her clothes across the floor before stepping into the ensuite shower. The warm water felt great and washed away some of Ashley's anxiety. She lathered and shaved her legs until they were smooth then began to slowly shave her mound as well. Ashley didn't have long pubic hair, she had gotten in the habit of shaving her bikini area in college. She usually left a patch of soft landing strip above her mound. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. Her nipples grew hard instantly as she opened the bathroom door and was hit by a blast of much cooler air from the bedroom. Reaching down into her shopping bag she retrieved the tiny black thong. Slowly she pulled it up her legs, the material strap slid between the cheeks of her ass and the small piece of material cupped her cunt. Ashley looked in the mirror. The thong was barely visible except for the small black straps that rested atop her hips and a small dark patch the covered nothing but the small entrance to her slit. Ashley was very aroused; her lips began to swell slightly. She retrieved a pair of black stockings from her closet and gently rolled them up her legs. The tops reached to her mid thigh and were elastic so she wouldn't need a garter. Next she reached back into the bag and retrieved her new dress. She pulled it quickly over her head. The material felt smooth and luxurious. There was no room for a bra and her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric. This was not the sort of dress a woman would normally wear in public for very long. She dug through her closet until she found a pair of black heels. She had bought them when she was still bartending at school. They were very tall and accentuated her legs, perfect for attracting tips. Dressed, or at least as dressed as she would be tonight, she took a seat at her dressing table and dried and styled her hair. She put on some light makeup including a deep red lipstick and a coat of shiny lipgloss. Sarah knocked at the door and peeked in. "Almost ready?" "Almost, let me just grab a bag and I'll be good to go." She grabbed a gym bag from her closet and threw in a change of clothes. She turned to go downstairs. Sarah waited in the hall. The short strapless blue dress was a perfect fit for her body. The fabric moulded itself to her frame and accentuated her large breasts. The dress was so short that it rode up to reveal the bottom of her ass when she walked. Sarah loved this dress because it screamed "Fuck Me!" Her brand new heels thrust her chest out further and forced her back to arch invitingly. She was a walking wet dream and she knew it. Both women walked downstairs and collected their purses from the entranceway. Ashley checked the charge on her phone and then quickly wrote a note and left it on the kitchen counter. "What did you leave on the counter?" Sarah asked as they walked out the door and slid into the BMW. "I just left my husband a quick note to let him know not to wait up." ****************************** The water pressure at the resort was fantastic and I found myself lingering under the jets until I couldn't ignore my stomach growling any longer. I hadn't eaten much over the past two days and nothing at all since yesterday morning. I dressed in a pair of shorts and long sleeve shirt and was ready to find some breakfast. I was about to close the door behind me when I spotted the bottle in the ice bucket. I picked it up and brought it with me as I began up the path to the resort's reception area. On my way I passed a young couple coming towards me on the path. "This ones on me," I said as I passed the bottle to the surprised young man and continued up the path. They stared after me for a few minutes before sharing a smile and continuing to their room. I was sure they would enjoy the bottle of very expensive champagne more than I would. The dining room staff was friendly but were careful to give me my privacy. Breakfast was delicious and I ate it alone on a patio overlooking the warm azure blue waters of the Caribbean. I signed my bill and wandered down to the beach. I wasn't sure what I was going to do all day but the beach seemed like a good place to start. ****************************** "Why don't you two put on a little show?" Ryan glanced expectantly from the blonde back to the brunette. Ashley was in a little over her head. She'd felt in control when they climbed into the limousine and calmly instructed the driver to take them to the Studio Rendezvous complex for dinner. It was normally a college aged hangout so she knew there wasn't much chance that she'd run into anyone they knew. Ryan and Todd sat across from the two girls in the limousine. The driver acknowledged her instructions and raised the privacy screen as they moved away from the hotel. "Why don't you two put on a little show?" Ashley laughed nervously and made an effort to change the subject. "How was your flight?" Ryan gave her a disappointed glance and she dropped her gaze to her hands resting in her lap. "Were you able to sleep at all on the plane?" Ashley continued. There wasn't any answer after several moments so she glanced up at the men across from her. They were distracted so she followed their gaze. Their eyes were locked on Sarah beside her. The blonde had a mischievous look on her face as she stared back at the men across from her. Her right hand was gently cupping her breast through the thin blue material. She had spread her thighs slightly and snaked her left hand beneath the hem of her dress. She gently allowed her fingers to stroke her mound overtop of the thin material of the crotchless thong. Sarah wasn't wasting any time. My Slut Wife Ch. 02 "Is this what you wanted?" Sarah spoke slowly and sensually. Ryan slowly nodded. Both men were obviously becoming aroused and Sarah noticed the tents beginning to form in their pants. Being the center of attention was a big turn on and she bit her lip as she moaned. Ashley inhaled sharply when Ryan began to unbutton his pants. Sarah seemed to suddenly remember that her boss was sitting beside her and turned her attention to the brunette. Ashley shuddered as she felt Sarah's soft hand on her exposed thigh and then smelt her scent as the blonde leaned in close and pressed her chest against her own. "Look at that big dick he's got." Sarah's lips brushed against her ear as she whispered in Ashley's ear. "I'm going to let him fuck me so deep with that cock." Ryan had released his shaft from his pants and stroked it slowly as he watched Sarah's show. Sarah gently turned Ashley's head with her hand until the brunette was staring directly at his circumcised cock. It wasn't bigger than her husbands, but she was entranced by how openly he was stroking it in front of her. She felt her pussy begin to juice with arousal, her clit began to pulse and her breathing became shallower. The throbbing between her legs became stronger and she looked down to find that Sarah was gently stroking her between the legs. Ashley shuddered and felt her thighs moisten; she'd never been touched like this by a woman before. "Do you have a camera?" Both women turned to face Todd who looked at them eagerly. Without thinking Ashley reached into her purse and passed him her phone. She let out a soft whimper as Sarah slid her fingers between the soaked material and her smoothly shaven cunt. "Smile!" Todd grinned impishly. Ashley forced herself to smile while Sarah's fingers teased her throbbing clit. She allowed another moan to escape but it was cut short by Sarah's lips as she leaned in quickly to silence the brunette with her mouth. Ashley closed her eyes and her body was swept away in a passionate kiss. Sarah's lips were soft and slowly massaged her own. They parted and she felt Sarah's small tongue gently exploring her mouth until it met her own. Ashley allowed herself to gently push back with her own tongue and both women opened deeper to allow the other more access. The limousine slowed to a stop and Sarah retreated to her side of the seat. Her hand snaked its way out from under Ashley's skirt and both women closed their legs again. The men seemed disappointed. Todd made himself busy with reviewing the photos he'd just snapped and Ryan quickly moved to put his cock back in his pants as he heard the driver approaching the door. Ashley felt flushed as she stepped out into the cooler evening air. Her legs were wobbly from her near orgasm and she breathed deeply while she waited for the arousal to subside. Sarah took her arm in her own and gave her a sultry smile as they began to walk into the restaurant. The men followed a few feet behind. Sarah exaggerated the movement of her hips and her dress material rose up exposing the bottom of her ass. Ashley got the hint and paid careful attention to step one heel directly in front of the other causing her hips to sway seductively. The men were being treated to an attractive view. The girls slid onto one side of the table forcing the men to take the other. They made small talk throughout the meal and ordered several bottles of wine. Ashley felt warm as her body became flush after three glasses of wine. Several times during dinner she felt Sarah's hands on her thigh, sending an electric pulse directly into her cunt. After dinner Sarah suggested dancing, and she led the group to the night club portion of the complex. The room was fairly empty but a few groups had begun to filter in. They grabbed a booth in a dark corner of the room. This time Todd slid in beside Sarah and Ryan slid next to Ashley. They ordered more drinks and continued flirting. Ryan reached beneath the table and placed his hand over Ashley's. She was startled for a moment as his large hand covered her own. Then he gently guided her hand to the bulge in his pants. She could feel the outline of his hard dick through the thin summer material of his suit. His hand withdrew leaving her hand alone in his lap. Ashley bit her lip but only briefly considered stopping. Above the table the conversation continued as if nothing was happening. Below the table Ashley traced his shaft through the fabric of his pants until she came to the head of his cock. She began to slowly stroke him rolling the head of his cock between her thumb and finger. Ashley couldn't resist allowing her other hand to sink into her own lap and she resumed stroking her cunt where Sarah had left off in the limo. Across the table Sarah wore a big smile. She gave Ashley a wink when she caught her eye. Ashley knew the blonde couldn't see anything with the table in the way, but she was experienced enough to guess. "Excuse me," Ryan's voice interrupted. "It's been a long flight and I've got to use the loo." Ashley quickly withdrew her hand. He shifted his pants in a futile attempt to hide the outline of his dick. He slid out of the booth and Todd joined him as they stalked off to find a bathroom. "Things are going well, right?" Sarah spoke up once the men were out of sight. Ashley nodded. "I think so." She took a deep breath and continued. "Sarah I don't know how far this well go." Sarah smiled. "I'm ready to go as far as it takes." Ashley looked deeply into the blondes eyes. "I'm not sure I am." Sarah's expression turned serious for a moment. "Don't worry Ashley. I'll take care of everything." She placed her hand atop Ashley's on the table and stroked it comfortingly. Todd and Ryan returned shortly after and slid back into their seats. Ryan gave Ashley a lewd grin and was about to say something when Sarah spoke up. "Lets go dancing!" Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement and she grabbed Todd by the hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor. There were a few other couples and groups of women on the dance floor now, but none looked as gorgeous as Sarah in her short dress. She dragged Todd to the center of the room. Her movements were incredibly sensual and she wrapped her body around Todd. She looked deeply into his eyes and pressed her cunt against his thigh searching for his hard cock through the material of his pants. Ashley's attention returned to Ryan, who had opened the fly of his pants. He gave Ashley a knowing smirk as she moved her hand inside his pants and closed her fingers around his rock-hard shaft. His cock felt hot in her hand, she could feel it throb every time his heart beat. Her own thighs were soaked and Ryan's hand met no resistance as his fingers explored the sopping folds of her slit. She moaned as he roughly pushed a finger into her tight hole. Her eyes narrowed and her legs fell further apart giving him better access. Then he had a cruel idea. Her cunt drooled juice as he quickly withdrew his fingers. Startled Ashley's eyes flew open and she pulled her hand from his pants as well. Then wordlessly Ryan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the booth and onto the dance floor. They danced closely for a few moments and then Ryan guided Ashley's hands back through his fly. They were surrounded by small groups of dances but it was very dark. Ashley again felt his hot throbbing cock and gripped it in her hand. The loud dance music set the pace as she slowly jerked his cock. The music grew louder as Ashley focused on the stiff dick in her grasp. She could feel his pre-cum as it leaked into the palm of her hand, adding lubrication. Her own cunt throbbed for attention but Ryan kept his hands to himself, so she allowed her other hand to fall between her own thighs. They were dancing close but he made no effort to touch her except for a moment when Ryan brushed a strand of hair from her face. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "I'm close you hot little slut." His voice sent a shiver through her body. She moaned and moved her other hand from between her legs to join the other inside his fly. She increased the speed that she was pumping his dick. He began to stiffen so Ashley cupped one of her hands around the head of his cock. He groaned and she felt his hot cum shoot into the palm of her hand. She continued to pump his shaft until the last of his large load spilled onto her fingers. She wasn't sure what to do with a hand full of her client's cum, but she instinctively withdrew her hands from his pants and brought her hand to her mouth. He smiled at her and she slurped his load from her palm. It began to run down her fingers so she licked her hand. She could feel some of his load had smeared across her face. He laughed and she smiled awkwardly back at him. She'd never tasted cum before; she'd given a few blow jobs to her husband before but never let him cum in her mouth or on her face. It was creamy and a little salty, not wholly unpleasant. He grinned at her and she was filled with a measure of satisfaction. Ryan leaned in and extended his palm. "Give me your camera." Ashley giggled lightly and pulled her phone from her cleavage and handed it over. He retreated from her a few steps before snapping a few quick shots while she stood in the middle of the dance floor. He stepped back to grab Ashley's hand and lead her back to the booth. He slid her camera phone back to her. "You'll have to send me those pictures." Ashley smiled awkwardly and hurriedly tucked away the phone. Sarah and Todd had already returned but neither seemed to have been paying attention to her performance. Ryan and Todd decided amongst themselves that it was time to return to Ryan's hotel. They gathered their jackets and purses and headed for the exit. The outline of Ashley's nipples was obvious in the cool refreshing air. Todd jumped into a waiting taxi and Sarah and Ryan quickly followed. Ashley slid up front with the cab driver. Ashley was still unable to think straight so Todd gave the driver the address and the cab took off quickly. Confused Ashley sat quietly in the front seat. She ignored the leering cab driver who took turns staring at the hot brunette in the seat beside him and the giggling blonde slut in the backseat with the two men. Ashley felt flushed. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears and feel the throbbing pulse in her clit. She was interrupted by the feeling of her phone vibrating. First mistaking it for a quiver in her cunt, she reached for the phone and opened it before checking the call display. "Hello?" "Hey Ashley, where are you?" She inhaled sharply. It was her husband. "Oh just out with the team," she lied, her voice cracking slightly. "Where?" She took a deep breath and deflected the question by launching into a story about heading back to the office to finish some work. Laughing erupted from the back seat as Sarah scrambled to cover one of her breasts where Ryan had tugged her dress down. Ashley covered the phone's microphone and struggled to make out what her husband was saying. The night was almost over, the job would be hers, and she just had to get through these next few hours. When there was a break in her husband's questioning she returned to her story then feigned reception problems as an excuse to cut the conversation short. She sighed with relief when she was finally able to hang up. The cab pulled up in front of the hotel and they climbed out. Ashley realized how wet she really was, she left a damp spot on the front seat of the cab. Their shoes clicked loudly on the marble floors as they crossed the lobby to the elevators and up to the sixteenth floor. Ryan unlocked the door to his suite and then beckoned everyone inside. Sarah walked in first and immediately pulled her dress off over her head. She turned and gave the boys a wicked smile. Ashley followed close behind but darted to the bathroom. Sarah dropped her dress to the floor and crawled onto the bed with her heels on. She allowed her back to arch downward affording both men a view of her tight ass. She looked over her shoulder and challenged the two men. "Who wants to stick their hard cock in my tight wet cunt?" She gave them a smile and waited patiently as both men raced out of their clothes. Ryan won and quickly stepped behind Sarah on the bed. She shuddered as his hands roamed across her sensitive skin. His fingers explored the crevice between her legs and then in one swift motion he ripped the crotchless thong wide open. Surprised Sarah let out a loud gasp that turned into a grunt as Ryan buried his shaft deep into her cunt. Sarah moaned deeply and her breasts began to sway as he rocked her back and forth with the thrusts from his cock. Todd climbed onto the bed beside Sarah and began to stroke his dick. Her eyes focused intently on the precum oozing from his slit. She licked her lips. "I want to taste your cum. Give your little cum slut a taste, please?" Sarah pleaded. Her begging intensified until Todd inched forward and Sarah was able to lick his shaft with her soft pink tongue. After a few moments of worshipping his dick she took Todd deep into her mouth. Ashley emerged from the bathroom where she'd splashed water on her face. She was surprised to find that both men were already naked and deep inside Sarah's pussy and mouth. Ryan was grunting with effort. He wasn't being gentle about thrusting in and out of her tight warm cunt. Sarah was definitely enjoying the rough fucking, her thighs were slick with juice and her own natural nectar leaked from her slit around Ryan's dick with every stroke. With a grunt Todd erupted in Sarah's mouth. Her eyes grew wide with lust and she hungrily slurped down his load. She cleaned his cock with her mouth and moved lower to lick his balls as he began to soften. Todd wiped his brow with his arm and climbed off the bed. He gave Ashley a wink before collapsing into one of the hotel chairs. Without a cock buried in her throat Sarah was free to urge Ryan on. "Harder. Fuck my dripping cunt." Her instructions were punctuated by grunts as Ryan bottomed out in her sopping pussy. Finally Ryan's body tensed and he began to shudder as he pumped his seed deep inside Sarah's quivering cunt. Sarah purred contently as she felt his cum splashing deep inside her. Slowly he pulled out and watched as his cum trickled down her lips, across her clit and down her thighs. Sarah lowered her chest to the bed and allowed one of her hands to snake back between her legs. She massaged his cum into her clit before bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste him. Ryan took a seat on the floor. Todd stood up from the chair and picked up Ashley's phone from her purse. He walked towards the bed, his cock already becoming hard again and bouncing against his chest. He took several pictures as Sarah lay face down on the bed before breaking the silence abruptly. "Come over here Ashley, get in the photo too." Ashley slowly pulled off her dress and walked to the bed in her heels, stockings and sopping thong. She lay down beside Sarah and gave her a small peck on the lips. Sarah relaxed and cooed contently as she felt Ryan's cum sliding slowly out of her slit. "My turn slut, get me ready." Todd's voice sounded almost menacing. Ashley looked frightened for a moment but Sarah quickly rolled over and swung herself off the bed. She walked over to the smiling Todd and then dramatically allowed herself to fall to her knees in front of him. "Yes master, let your dirty little cum slut get you ready again." She slowly jerked Todd's cock up and down and licked at the base of his balls. "Are you going to give your cum slut another big load?" She pouted. Todd groaned as Sarah took him deep into her throat. She stared up at him as she noisily slurped on his dick. Todd smiled and took a few pictures with the camera. Ashley felt Ryan's weight as he climbed onto his bed. He hooked her thong with his fingers and gently pulled the small piece of material down her smooth legs. Her juice leaked obscenely from her slit down to her tight asshole. She glanced over at Sarah across the room, her head was bobbing quickly now up and down on Todd's wet shaft. Ashley moaned and buried one of her fingers into her cunt, it slipped deeply into her sopping wet cunt. "Over here you my little whore." Ashley tore her eyes from Sarah's slutty blow job and focused on the dick hanging a few inches from her face. She pulled the hand out of her pussy and wrapped her fingers around Ryan's shaft. He pushed forward and she guided him into her mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick his shaft and for the first time taste his seed mixed with Sarah's cunt and her own juices. He moaned as she sealed her lips around his cock and began to pump him with her hand. She opened her eyes and looked up into his face. He smiled down at her and snapped a picture with her phone. She felt his hips thrust to meet her mouth. His cock was slick with her spit and slid easily over her tongue. The warm hot shaft pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. Ashley could taste the now familiar salty flavour of his seed as his dick leaked precum. For a moment she considered withdrawing in panic when she felt his hands at the back of her head but allowed her own arousal to flood through her and she relaxed. Ryan set a faster pace and Ashley relaxed her jaw to accommodate his thrusts. Beside her she could hear Todd's orgasm. Sarah had kneeled on the chair and he moaned deeply as he added another large load to the one Ryan had already deposited deep in her womb. Slowly she used her fingers to collect the cum leaking from her cunt and licked it from her fingers. Moments later Ryan's shaft tightened and Ashley felt a warm spurt slam into the back of her mouth and slide slowly down her throat. She moaned around his cock and swallowed eagerly. Ryan tensed again with another aftershock as he withdrew his dick from her mouth. His cum dribbled down her lips and began to pool on her breasts. Exhausted he lay down beside her on the bed. Ashley closed her eyes; it was silent except for the sound of Ryan's deep breathing. After a few moments of lying quietly Ashley felt a tap on her feet and she opened her eyes to see Sarah standing over her, with her blue dress in her arms. She brought her finger to her lips signalling that Ashley should be quiet. Ashley glanced to her right where Todd was slumped naked in the chair, his eyes closed and a satisfied grin across his lips. Ashley grabbed Sarah's offered hand and got to her feet. She grabbed her thong off the bed and used it to quickly wipe Ryan's cum off her chest. She located her dress on the floor and quickly pulled it over her head before grabbing her phone from the table and turning to find that Sarah was dressed and waiting by the door with their purses. They tiptoed quietly from the room, with their heels in their hands, and closed the door behind them with a click. Ashley struggled into her heels during the elevator ride down. Both girls walked quickly through the lobby and attracted more than a few stares. They made it outside to the parking lot where Ashley had parked her BMW earlier in record time. Sarah leaned on the car in her short dress while Ashley grabbed her change of clothes from the trunk. Ashley unceremoniously tore off her stockings, and then glanced quickly around for other people before pulling on a pair of jeans from her bag. The denim felt a little uncomfortable without any underwear. Next she pulled off the dress leaving her naked breasts exposed to the cool air before quickly sliding her arms through the sleeves of the blouse and buttoning it closed. She stuffed her soiled thong, stockings and dress into the bag and closed the trunk. My Slut Wife Ch. 02 Sarah had pulled a tissue from her purse and was busy wiping the cum from her cunt lips and where it had dripped down her legs during their exit. When she was satisfied she wouldn't leak all over Ashley's leather seats she climbed into the passenger seat. ****************************** The sun had just started to rise but the sand was already beginning to become hot. The long white sand beach was almost empty save for a few people playing in the surf. I decided to take a run. I set a rather quick pace, the sand was harder to run on than I anticipated. My soles sunk into the soft ground and after thirty minutes my calves were getting sore, so I turned back. I decided to sprint the last hundred yards and finally stopped out of breath and sore on the beach in front of the resort. I flopped down into the warm sand and let my breathing slow. "The sands a little uncomfortable for running on don't you think?" She'd approached quietly while I caught my breath. I turned at the sound of her voice. "Yeah, absolutely," I stammered. "My calves especially are a little sore." She looked to be in her early twenties with blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of large aviator style sunglasses. Her breasts strained against a small bikini top. She wore a pair of tight shorts that accentuated the curves of her ass. I forced my eyes to stop staring so lustfully at her body and vowed to buy some sunglasses at the gift shop. "I'm Brittany." She smiled. I introduced myself and forced myself to my feet, brushing the sand from my shorts. I shook her hand. "Would you like a massage?" I stared at her for a moment confused. She laughed and then gestured towards a small stand up the beach. "They're only ninety-five dollars. Great for relaxing muscles after a run in the sand." She smiled at me again. I hesitated for a moment. "Sure." I smiled back. "That would feel great." ****************************** Ashley gave Sarah a chaste peck on the cheek. "Thanks for coming over to check on me." Sarah nodded and gave Ashley a soft smile. "Call me if you need anything, or if there's anything I can do." Ashley smiled. "Thanks, I will." Sarah slipped quietly out the door. The sun was beginning to set. Ashley had spent much of the day in bed and her chat with Sarah had drained her. She padded softly to the kitchen and made herself a small salad with what vegetables were left in the fridge. She made a mental note to stop by the store to buy some basic groceries after her appointment tomorrow. She slowly rinsed her bowl in the sink and headed back upstairs. She passed her bedroom and made her way back to his office. She turned his computer monitor back on and curled up in his chair. She was nervous, but ready for her appointment the next morning. My Slut Wife Ch. 03 Thank you for rating my stories and providing feedback. I appreciate the messages and comments and will write more chapters if there is a demand for them. ****************************** Ashley sat in the parking lot and rechecked the directions and address she'd printed off from Google Maps. This was it. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. The morning air was still a little chilly. She pulled her sweater tighter around her small body. The web site had suggested she wear loose clothing to her appointment. Ashley had opted for a T-shirt under an old sorority sweatshirt and a pair of comfy jeans. She hadn't worn a bra today and her breasts bounced slightly as she walked briskly across the parking lot. She climbed the small staircase and pulled open the heavy door. Ashley found herself at the entrance to a hallway that extended several yards in front of her before disappearing around a corner. The walls were painted black and tastefully decorated with black and white photographs. The local top-forty radio station could be heard coming from an unseen room. Ashley followed the hallway and turned the corner to find a waiting room, its walls painted a deep red. There were several white leather sofas and a few matching chairs and small tables covered with magazines. Against the wall closest to the door was a receptionist desk with a laptop perched on top. "May I help you?" The voice came from a well-built man who had appeared from another hallway to her left. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. He wore a pair of vintage sneakers, jeans and a shirt advertising a local rock band. He flashed Ashley a warm smile. "I'm Ashley, I have an appointment." She spoke shyly. "Great, great! My name is Matthew." He responded cheerfully and slipped past Ashley to take a seat at the computer behind the reception desk. "Yes, here you are. Welcome Ashley. I've got you here for an appointment with Jenn." He grinned as he read the details. "Is this your first time?" "Yes," she spoke softly. "Well since I was a little girl I suppose." "This looks pretty intense for a first-timer." Ashley did her best to reply with a confident smile. "Jenn actually seems to be running a little late this morning," he apologized. "I have an hour before my first appointment and I can take you now if you'd like, or you can wait for her." Ashley shifted nervously again. She'd specifically requested a woman. "Thank you, but I think I'll wait." He seemed a little disappointed, but gave her another warm smile. "That's no problem, no problem at all. Feel free to grab a seat. There's a bathroom just down the hall over there if you get nervous and find you're not feeling well." He quickly disappeared back down the hallway he came from. "Thank you," she called after him and slid onto one of the couches. She wrung her hands for a few moments and then started picking through the pile of magazines. Forty-five minutes and three magazines later she decided to stand and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed some cold water on her face and navigated the hallway back to her seat. She was startled when she stepped back into the waiting room and found another young woman sitting in one of the chairs. "Jenn?" Ashley asked hesitantly. "No sorry." The woman smiled at her. She wore a tight pink tank top that didn't hide the black push-up bra beneath and a pair of well-worn jeans that accentuated her firm ass. Her black hair fell past her shoulders. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo about wearing loose clothing. Ashley returned the woman's smile and made her way back to her seat on the couch. Matthew appeared a few moments later. "Sasha, you're early!" He gave her one of his now predictable warm smiles. "I'm free now, if you'd like to start?" Sasha shook her head and rose from the chair to follow after him. They shared a laugh over a joke as they disappeared down the hallway. Alone in the room again, Ashley turned her attention to a freckle on her arm. She was busy examining it closely when she was suddenly interrupted by a woman's voice. "Ashley?" She looked up quickly. A small woman, about her own size, stood in the doorway where Matthew and Sasha had disappeared a few moments ago. She had deep blue eyes that looked stunning with her natural red hair. A tight denim skirt clung to a round ass accentuated by a pair of wedge heels. Her breasts were smaller than Ashley's but displayed perfectly in a white v-neck blouse. Ashley stood without replying. "I'm Jenn," the red-head smiled. "Would you come with me?" Ashley gathered her purse and followed behind her. "Sorry I'm late," Jenn glanced over her shoulder. "Were you waiting long?" "No, not that long," Ashley lied. "Great. We're right in here." Jenn stopped at a doorway and guided Ashley inside. "You seem nervous? Is this your first time?" "Yeah, first time... except for my ears of course," her mind wandered while she took in the room. It was painted white and very clean, it created a very clinical atmosphere. In the far corner there was a counter with a sink and a collection of tools laid out on a piece of sterile white paper. The room was lit by soft white recessed lighting. At the center of the room a padded leather chair was bolted to the floor. It looked very similar to the sort of chair that she sat in at the dentist, except this one appeared to be made of soft leather instead of a sticky vinyl. "Not what you were expecting?" Jenn asked over her shoulder as she washed her hands in the sink. "No, ah... not at all," Ashley replied. She had drifted from the entrance way to the leather chair. "I was expecting this place to be dark and dingy." Jenn smiled as she dried her hands on a towel and walked to the cupboard. "I hope you're pleasantly surprised then?" Ashley nodded as she continued to gaze around the room. "Why don't you take a seat?" Jenn gestured at the chair. It was phrased like a question but was really more of a command. Ashley settled into the chair and felt something hard pressing into her shoulder. She readjusted herself and searched for the source of her discomfort. She pulled at a piece of nylon strapping attached to a leather cuff and rolled it over in her hands before realizing it was a wrist restraint. She was startled by the discovery. Ashley spun around and examined the chair more closely. It had two wrist restraints but instead of being attached to the arms of the chair, as one might expect, they were mounted above her shoulders. She glanced down to her feet and found a pair of ankle restraints near the base. Ashley swallowed nervously. Jenn returned and took a seat on a stool in front of Ashley. She picked up the conversation where it had left off. "We really pride ourselves on being one of the most professional shops on the east coast." She noticed Ashley's uneasiness and followed her stare to the ankle cuffs. "Don't worry. I don't think we'll need those, do you?" She smiled comfortingly. "No," Ashley returned the smile uneasily. "I suppose not." "So, what are we doing today?" Jenn paused and glanced at the appointment sheet. "Both nipples and your pussy?" Ashley was taken aback for a moment by the red-head's directness, she blushed. "Yes," she stammered. "That's it for today." She felt foolish immediately after saying the last part. "So what's the occasion?" Jenn turned and returned to the cabinet in the corner. "It's a gift." Ashley responded quietly. "A gift? For yourself?" Jenn searched through a collection of jewelery in one of the cabinet drawers. "For my husband actually," Ashley managed to say. "Seems like quite the gift. He must have really done something to deserve this." Ashley cringed. "Actually it's more of an apology." "Oh?" Jenn's voice betrayed a note of surprise. "So it wasn't your idea to make the appointment?" "No, no. I made the appointment. I want to do this for him. To show him how much I love him." "And you think that by doing this he'll forgive you?" Jenn's concern leaked into her voice. "I've never had a client get pierced as an apology before, it seems a little extreme." "I'm sure," she responded confidently. "He likes these types of girls." "What types of girls?" "You know... slutty types," Ashley replied softly, and then blurted. "No offense! You know if you have one..." she trailed off. "None taken," she selected a few pieces from the drawer. This one seems pretty naive she thought to herself. Piercings do not make the slut. Jenn returned to perch on the stool beside Ashley and began wiping disinfectant on the jewelry before placing each piece on a metal tray with three sterile needles. "You might as well take those clothes off; they'll only get in the way." "All of them?" "Well I suppose you could keep the shoes on if you want," she smiled. "Everything else can probably go." Ashley paused for a moment and allowed herself a deep breath before removing her clothes. She started with her sweater, removing it quickly, before kicking off her shoes. "Well there go the shoes, things are gonna get crazy!" Jenn joked. Ashley responded with a nervous laugh of her own before shimmying out of her jeans and allowing them to fall to the floor. She was now sitting before a stranger wearing only a pair of modest panties and a t-shirt. She decided to start with the T-shirt, pulling it quickly over her head, her brown hair cascaded over her naked chest. She took another deep breath and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. She raised her legs to her chest to allow them to slip past her ankles and join her jeans in a pile on the floor. Jenn gave her a smile. "You're very pretty." "Thank you," Ashley managed to respond. Her cheeks felt very warm. "Could you move your hair out of the way please?" Ashley gathered her hair exposing her breasts to the red-heads' admiring gaze. Jenn gave Ashley a smile of approval and then turned her attention to the brunette's pussy. Jenn leaned in to get a close look and noted it had been shaven recently and was decorated with a short landing strip. The lips were already showing signs of arousal. Jenn marveled at the brunette's slit, she had pierced quite a few, but this was definitely one of the prettier ones she'd had in her chair. Ashley felt the woman's breath on the inside of her thigh. Her body shuddered involuntarily when Jenn reached out to gently spread her lips with her fingers, exposing her clit from beneath its hood. "These rings are going to look fantastic," Jenn straightened on her stool and returned her attention to Ashley's face. "Are you ready?" "I think so," Ashley spoke softly. Jenn decided to start with the nipples and gently cupped one of the brunette's large breasts in her palm. Her nipples were already very hard but she rolled it gently between her thumb and finger anyway. Jenn had been suspicious of such large breasts on such a petite girl so she was surprised to discover they were natural. Ashley's breast was round and full and heaved with every shallow breath Ashley took. Jenn could tell the brunette was frightened. Satisfied that the nipple was hard and ready, Jenn reached for an anti-septic and gently wiped the nipple. Ashley gasped in surprise at the intense cold shock and her arm spasmed with an involuntary shiver. "Well, we can't have that," Jenn scowled. Ashley noticed the frown and was embarrassed by her body's reaction. Jenn stood and moved around behind the chair. "Give me your wrists." Ashley was nervous but complied without objection. She felt the leather cuffs snap around her wrists, forcing her arms over her head. Then she felt a tugging as Jenn tightened the straps and pulled her elbows further into the air. Her arms now immobile, Jenn returned to sit on the stool. Ashley was posed very vulnerably; both of her breasts were thrust forward and exposed. She felt utterly helpless. She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down. Jenn carefully reapplied the anti-septic to Ashley's left breast then picked up one of the sterile needles. She paused a moment and commanded Ashley to take a deeper breath. She wanted to avoid having the brunette pass out in her chair. Ashley focused on her breathing. She felt as though she might faint. The red-head watched as Ashley's chest rose and fell until it appeared that she had calmed herself enough to proceed. Then in one smooth motion, and without further warning, Jenn gripped and pulled on Ashley's delicate nipple before skilfully driving the sharp needle through. Ashley gasped in pain, her eyes flew open and then slammed shut again after seeing the sharp needle skewering her nipple. Jenn withdrew the needle and placed it on a different tray nearby. Then she quickly threaded a silver ring through the hole and sealed it shut with a small pair of pliers. "That's one, all finished," Jenn spoke soothingly to the girl. Ashley's eyes were shut tightly and she moaned softly. Ashley could feel the blood pumping through her breast; each beat of her heart throbbed in her nipple and echoed deeply in her cunt. She felt the moisture in her slit beginning to leak onto the soft leather seat. Jenn began to roll the unpierced nipple between her thumb and finger. It was already incredibly hard and sensitive but at this point Jenn was aroused herself and was taking a little pleasure in torturing Ashley's tit for her own benefit. Ashley shuddered as Jenn applied the cool anti-septic wipe. The red-head didn't waste any time and jammed the needle through the second nipple, then quickly threading and sealing the second ring. Ashley was filled with adrenalin. Her chest pulsed and throbbed with every beat of her heart. She allowed her eyes to open and slowly gazed at her now pierced chest. Two silver rings hung lewdly from her sensitive breasts. Her nipples were red and already swelling. "Stop, stop, stop!" Ashley panted as she noticed the red-head turning her attention to her clit. "Are you alright?" Jenn straightened on the stool. Normally she worked as quickly as possible to minimize the discomfort. "I think so, I just need to catch my breath," she panted. "You want to take a break?" Ashley nodded and began forcing herself to take deeper breaths. Jenn stood and carried the two used needles to the sink on the counter. "Maybe you could release my hands?" Ashley asked quietly from the chair. "I think its best if we leave them where they are until we're finished. I don't want your arms swinging all over the place while I'm busy down there with a needle." Jenn finished up and returned to the stool. Ashley sat silently but Jenn could tell by her face that she was concentrating deeply and her head was cocked to one side. "Are you alright?" Jenn asked hesitantly. "Shh..." Ashley shushed her. "Do you hear that?" Jenn paused to listen, the room became silent except for the sound of her breath. She was just about to tell the brunette that she must be hearing things when she heard the noise. It was a long muffled moan. Both women exchanged glances. Then the moan again, this time a short burst, followed by another. Jenn grinned and then laughed knowingly. "What? What is it?" Ashley asked. "It's one of Matthew's clients. Matthew introduced himself when you came in right?" Ashley nodded. "Well he's got a client, black haired chick, I forget her name." "Sasha?" Ashley interjected. "Yeah something like that, you know her?" Jenn paused, suddenly cautious with whom she was gossiping. "No, I just saw her briefly in the waiting room." "Oh," Jenn continued. "Anyway, a few weeks ago she came in for a tattoo. I forget what she wanted, but it was a bigger piece all the way from her shoulders down her back." Jenn motioned with her hands. "Big project, lots of work involved. Matthew spent an entire afternoon doing just the preliminary outline work." Jenn paused and then her mouth curled into a smile. "Long story short, Matt found out pretty quick that she couldn't afford to pay for it. He was getting ready to kick her out, but she dropped to her knees right there in the waiting room and just started blowing him!" "Luckily there weren't any clients waiting. Anyway poor Matt is a good guy but not very smooth with the ladies, and he hasn't had the willpower to turn her away when she's come back to finish more of the piece." Jenn paused but the silence was interrupted by another loud moan. "And it seems that she still doesn't have any money." Jenn erupted in laughter. Ashley stared in shock, her mouth hung open in surprise. "Are you serious?" Ashley couldn't help herself and smiled. "Absolutely. At least they don't do it in the waiting room anymore." Ashley processed the story. The thought of paying for something with a blow job sounded exciting. Then she remembered how she had serviced the men from Denesco and shuddered. "So you seem to have calmed down, are you ready?" Jenn spoke up. "Yes... I suppose so," Ashley replied. She was afraid of the pain but she was also now beginning to feel embarrassed. The sound of the moaning next door and the new throbbing in her nipples had aroused her and she could feel her slit leaking between her legs and coating the chair. She knew that there would be no way to hide her aroused state from the red-head. Of course Jenn already knew that Ashley was aroused. She could smell Ashley's leaking sex from her seat on the stool. She smiled and thought to herself, maybe there was a slut inside this one after all. "You're not going to kick me are you?" You gave Ashley a serious glance that hid her mischievous intentions. "No," Ashley replied puzzled. "I'm not sure I believe you," Jenn replied. "The last thing you want is for your legs to be shooting back and forth while I'm working between your legs with a needle." Ashley swallowed, she knew what was coming. "I'm going to strap in your legs for this part alright?" Jenn didn't wait for an answer she moved to begin connecting the straps. Ashley felt incredibly exposed as the red-head pulled her legs to the sides of the chair and pulled the straps in place rendering first one, and then both of her legs immobile. She felt vulnerable sitting naked in the chair with her arms locked above her head and her legs spread wide revealing her swollen pink lips. Her newly pierced chest rose and fell with every breath. "Great. Lets get started then." Jenn moved the stool so that she could sit centered between Ashley's restrained legs. She leaned in and gently used her fingers to outline her slit. Surprised, Ashley moaned. The red-head's finger felt fantastic and was amplified by her sense of helplessness. She was pretty sure that this wasn't part of the procedure but she quickly made up her mind that she didn't care. Jenn grinned as she watched Ashley become flooded with arousal. She moaned deeply and her eyes slowly closed to become small slits. "Are you enjoying this?" Jenn asked huskily. She punctuated her question by sliding a finger inside the brunette. Ashley gasped as the finger penetrated her sopping cunt. "Please. No... I love my husband." Jenn grinned at the half-hearted attempt to protest. "There's no reason why your body can't enjoy both." "Please, I can't help it." "Of course you can't," Jenn teased her. "You're your husband's little slut aren't you?" "Yes," Ashley moaned and bit her lip. "I belong to him..." "Of course you do," Jenn cooed. "I'm just going to borrow you. He wouldn't mind that would he?" Ashley couldn't respond because Jenn chose that moment to add a second finger into her tight hole. She was overcome with lust and grunted every time one of Jenn's knuckles pushed inside her. My Slut Wife Ch. 03 Jenn curled her fingers to add pressure to the walls of her cunt. Ashley's moans raised an octave in response. The sensation was overwhelming. "Shh..." Jenn frowned. "You don't want Matthew to hear you do you?" She laughed playfully. Jenn shuffled off the stool and crouched between the brunette's legs. Her mouth was now only inches from Ashley's mound. Ashley could feel the red-head's warm breath on her clit as her fingers pounded away mercilessly at her cunt. The restraints on Ashley's wrists and ankles left her incapable of doing anything to stop Jenn as her fingers drove her closer to orgasm. By this point Ashley knew she wouldn't have stopped her even if she had been free. Ashley felt a shock rip through her body the first time Jenn's small pink tongue made contact with her sensitive clit. She stifled a scream. Encouraged by Ashley's response Jenn returned her attention to driving her over the edge. She lapped and sucked at the girl's clit while continuing to pound her fingers deep inside her cunt. She pulled her face away for a moment. "Does that feel good you little slut?" "Yes..." Ashley panted. Jenn redoubled her efforts. She coaxed Ashley's clit further from its hood, circling the nub with the tip of her tongue before rewarding it with strong strokes that drove Ashley ever closer to the brink. "Your husband is going to be so proud of you," Jenn teased. "His pierced little fuck toy." Ashley's imagination ran wild, she imagined her husband's reaction to finding her, naked and spread wide on his bed, waiting for him. She imagined the anger receding from his face and being overcome with lust as she beckoned to him to claim what he really wanted, a slutty wife who cared only for his pleasure. He approached her stripping off his clothes to reveal his muscular chest and long hard cock, guiding it between her and teasing her slutty little pierced cunt. Her body, charged by her fantasy, suddenly crested and exploded in orgasm. Every muscle in her body flexed as she felt a powerful burst of ecstasy spread quickly from her cunt to overwhelm her body. Then relief as it subsided and every muscle relaxed, her mind swimming in a pool of euphoria. Then a sharp excruciating pain. Jenn drove the final needle through Ashley's quivering hood. She quickly withdrew it before Ashley could regain her composure. She was careful to keep her grip on the slippery flesh as she expertly threaded the silver ring through the hole and clipped it closed with her pliers. The effect looked very sexy. Her swollen sex, dripping from her orgasm spread lewdly to reveal the jewelery which sat atop her clit. She didn't know what Ashley needed to apologize for, but her husband was in for a treat she thought. Jenn had gotten her own hood pierced years ago and she knew the effect that it had on men. It was a signal to any man who saw it that this was a woman who knew how to fuck and would be devoted to pleasing them. Ashley couldn't speak. She had just come down from one of the hardest cums she'd ever had in her life only to have it ripped out from under her and replaced with a terrible pain. She could feel every beat of her heart directly in her clit. It was incredibly painful and pleasurable at the same time. Jenn circled around the chair and released Ashley's wrists. Once free they immediately fell between her legs, to assess the damage. She gasped in pain when she made contact with the ring. "Careful," Jenn admonished her. "That's going to be sore for a few days. You'll want to keep your hands away from it except when you're cleaning it, to avoid infection." Jenn moved around and began releasing her ankles. "That wasn't so bad was it?" Jenn smiled. Her chin was still shiny with Ashley's girl cum. "It hurt a lot," Ashley countered as she finally began to regain her voice. "Of course it did," Jenn released the last of Ashley's restraints. "But they look fantastic." Ashley inspected her chest, she cupped first one breast and then the other observing how the silver rings hung from her nipples. She had to agree they looked amazing. Next she allowed her hand to approach her slit again and she gingerly spread her folds. Her hood ring perched atop her clit, like a obscene advertisement. Her pussy didn't look innocent anymore. Ashley thought that now it looked like a slut's cunt. "He's going to love them," Jenn whispered into her ear. Ashley froze remembering her husband. She began to cry. Jenn was confused. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "I've cheated on him again," Ashley cried. Jenn was shocked. "You did this because you cheated on your husband?" "Yes," she answered between sobs. Ashley painfully recounted how she had made her mistake and decided to reinvent herself for when he returned. "Oh fuck babe, I didn't know. I just thought you needed to relax..." "I've only got one shot," Ashley whimpered. "I need to be honest with him and show him how much he really means to me. And now I've cheated again..." "Oh Ashley," Jenn comforted her. "You didn't cheat on him, we were just fooling around. He's not going to be upset that another woman licked your pussy while you were strapped to a chair!" She laughed at how absurd that sentence sounded. "Hell the story will probably even turn him on." Ashley's crying had slowed. She nodded but Jenn could tell she wasn't convinced. "Listen," she cradled the brunette's face in her hands. "Just tell him who your tight little cunt belongs to. That's all a man really wants. Everything will be alright." Ashley allowed herself a smile. "Who owns these big pierced tits and slutty pierced cunt?" Jenn smiled as she cupped the brunette's chest. "My husband does..." Ashley responded quietly. "What?" Jenn asked flirtatiously. "My tight little pussy belongs to my husband." "You're going to do fine babe," Jenn smiled and gave her a soft kiss. Ashley could taste her pussy on the red-head's lips. Jenn released her and turned her attention back to the needles and pliers. Ashley quickly got dressed while Jenn rinsed her tools in the sink. Ashley was happy that she had worn baggy clothes. The t-shirt irritated her swollen nipples and she had a hard time pulling her panties back on without letting out a yelp. She could only imagine the pain she would be in if she'd worn something form fitting. Jenn led her back into the hall to the waiting room. Ashley struggled to change the way she normally walked to avoid the pain in her clit. Matthew was sitting at the desk, lost in a conversation on the phone. There wasn't any sign of Sasha. Jenn retrieved some pamphlets from the reception and spent the next five minutes thoroughly going over instructions for cleaning the piercings. Then she gave Ashley her a card with her phone number on it. "If you have any questions, or if the swelling doesn't go down in a few days, give me a call." Ashley nodded her understanding. "Everything's going to be alright," Jenn smiled reassuringly. Then the red-head turned and disappeared with a wave back down the hallway. Ashley turned to leave but paused. She was suddenly struck with a fantastic idea for how to really let her husband know that she was committed to him and saving their marriage. She strode to one of the couches and sat to wait for Matthew to finish his phone call. Several minutes later, Matthew hung up and immediately turned to Ashley. He fixed her with one of his warm smiles. "Well you don't look the worse for wear. How'd it go?" "I'm very sore," Ashley responded honestly. "Ah yes, but that will fade," he grinned. He wasn't entirely sure why she was still in the waiting room. "Is Jenn grabbing something for you from out back?" "No, no. I wanted to speak to you actually. I'd like to schedule another appointment." "Oh?" Matthew seemed a little surprised. After all she had just gotten her first piercing today. Normally even the girls who really got off on getting pierced waited a few weeks before coming in again. "So soon? What were you thinking next? Bellybutton, tongue?" "No. I think I'm done with piercings for now," she smiled meekly. "I was actually thinking of getting a tattoo." "Well then, that's no problem," Matthew beamed. He brought up the scheduling application on the laptop. "What date would work best for you?"