0 comments/ 105642 views/ 7 favorites My Wife The Slut By: Jack Hardin I am married to a slut. I made her that way. She is 34, redhead, 44d chest, nice plump rear end, and a cute face. She started out resisting my ideas about her fucking other men but over the last 4 years she has done a complete 360. This past Saturday found us in Nashville at a local swingers club. Anita was dressed like the slut she is in a very short skirt that barely covered her cheeks, black thigh highs, garter belt, 5 inch fuck me pumps, no bra of panties, and a black sweater. We sat around a while before walking to the back member's area where anything goes. We saw a woman on her knees with a dick in her mouth and about 20 men standing around watching. One guy in particular caught her eye. He was a black guy about 25 years old she said she knew him from somewhere. She struck up a conversation with him and it turned out she had met him before at a all black men gangbang she was in last year. After talking for a few minutes she told me she would be back later. She stood up took his hand and led him to a private room. I sat down at the nearest table to the room she was in so I could see when she came out. In about 15 minutes I started hearing the very familiar moan of my sweet little wife being royally fucked. It started light but it kept getting louder. It ended about a half hour after it started with her screaming for him to fill her full of cum. They exited the room a short time later and she looked worn out. She told me she was going to freshen up and was off to the ladies room. I waited for her to return but did not see her for what seemed like a very long time. When she did return she told me that on the way back Joe (a guy we have known a while) grabbed her and dragged her into the men's room and had her give him a blow job. She sucked him and 2 other men that came in to pee before she left. We sat and talked a while. I eventually got up to get fresh drinks. When I returned she (being the slut I made her) had struck up a conversation with some very young looking guy. He was barely old enough to be there and was captivated by her. She kept flirting and hinting but he was shy so she finally just asks him if he wanted to go fool around. He was very ready and again she was off to her private room while I sat and listened to her moan. I also had to tell a few people that ask "where is your wife" that she was in there getting fucked again. She told me after they were finished. That he was very nervous but she had gotten one hell of a fuck out of him. Being that he was so young and full of energy. It was by now getting sort of late and she was full of liquid courage. She whispered to me that she wanted to be fucked real good. I told her to go find someone, and she was off. A short time later she came back with not one but two men in tow. Her private room was being used by someone else so she took them to the semi-private room (it has windows so people can stand outside and watch) I set there for about 3 drinks of my drink and could not take it so I got up and peeked in the window. I saw her on all fours with one guy behind her pounding away and the other in front with his balls slapping her chin. They were making lots of noise and were drawing a crowd. People were asking who she was and I would tell them she was my wife. They would look at me funny as if to ask why I was out there and not with her. (I love to watch so I was content!) The one in her mouth grunted and we could all tell he was cumming in her mouth as we could see her throat move as she swallowed his load. He pulled his pants back up and left the room. About that time one of the guys that were watching asks me if I cared if he took the others place. I told him to go for it. He was in there in no time with his dick out. She looked up, smiled, and opened her mouth. A short time later the one in her puss started cumming. And another of the watchers asks if he could be next. I realized this was going to turn into a gang bang and told him to be my guest. By now the rest realized what was happening and started lining up by the order in which they arrived and by what they wanted I.E. fuck or suck. I figured I should set the rules before things got out of hand. I told them if they fucked her they were to use protection but that they could have her mouth bareback and she would swallow and not to cum on her face. I went back and sat down for another drink and to jot down notes for later. I counted 22 guys 14 white 5 black 1 Middle Eastern and one Hispanic. I looked at my watch and it was 12 midnight. They were very orderly and waited their turn to get some of my sweet wife. Several came back for seconds and one of the black guys came back for thirds. The club closed at 3 a.m. and we were the last ones out the door. When we got home I was so turned on I wanted to fuck her but she was too sore so I just beat off. When I did finally fuck her 2 days later, she was very loose still. But I am sure she will tighten up a little before the next gang bang like she has the several times before. But each time it stays slightly looser than the time before. My Wife: The Slut Chapter 1: The Talk As I lay next to my wife of nearly 12 years, my naked body spooned behind her, I can hear her catch her breath as if she wants to ask me something but is afraid at the response. My nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck as my hand idly toys with her rather large nipple. "Honey?" she says. "Hmm?" My hand begins to creep closer to her belly button. "Do you still find me attractive?" "What? Of course I do. Why would you ask that?" "Well, have you ever thought about screwing someone else?" My hand has stopped moving. I pause pondering the question. I have never cheated on her, but as with most other men, I have fantasized about what it would be like to be with someone else. I better take the safe way out on this one. "No. I haven't. Have you?" She turns to face me. Her soft breasts roll against my arm and come to rest against my chest. She drapes her arm across my waist and looks at me. "Sometimes I wonder about it. I mean, since I have been married to you, I have never been with anyone else, but I have to admit, there are times I think about what it would be like to be with someone else." Damn! Once again, my instincts were wrong. I should have told her exactly what I was thinking, (Yea, Babe. I think about fucking someone else every day.) "You do?" I say in response. "Yes. Before I married you, I had quite a large sex drive, and to be honest, I still have desires." My hand begins to move across her hip and cup her large ass. "Mmm. That feels good." I have always known that my wife had a high sex drive. Unlike most other couples, my wife is the one who is always ready to go, and often she is left disappointed. After completely raising two kids, and being an active father with three more, my sex drive is not, nor has ever been as high as Michelle's. "Is there someone you have in mind?" I say. "No. Not particularly. It's just a desire to be fucked more often." My hand begins to move across her ass. Fingers beginning to gently tease her crack. She stirs and spreads her legs. Now I wonder what it would be like to know my wife is banging another guy. Would I be upset? Would I be disappointed? After all, if she has needs that need to be fulfilled, and she isn't getting enough at home, whose fault is it? My fingers begin to work more forcefully into her deep crevice and gently circle her pucker. She is beginning to breathe a little heavier now. How much pleasure could she get from having another man's cock in her pussy? Her tight, hot, wet hole that is constantly ready for a thick cock. I feel myself getting hard and move closer to her. She responds by moving her hand up and down my back and down to the top of my ass. My middle finger beginning to press against her tight asshole. She begins to moan lightly as I push my finger barely into her hole. "So, you want to have sex with someone else?" "Mmmm." She is beginning to rotate her hips as I twist my finger inside her. "It's not a matter of wanting to have sex with someone else. It's a desire to be fucked hard and often." "Does it make your pussy wet to think about a big cock sliding into your pussy?" "Yes," she hisses at me. I move my ring finger to her now very wet pussy. "I can tell that you like the idea of having a thick cock in here." "I love you, John, but I have the unmistakable desire to have a huge cock buried deep inside me." I pull out my fingertip from her ass and plunge my ring finger deep into her pussy. She gasps. "You want to have a huge cock right here?" "Mmmm. Yes. I need to be filled." At this point, I should be fuming. I have an average-sized cock, which, at the thought of my wife fucking some young well-hung stud, is now growing harder. My two fingers push into her pussy. She grabs the back of her knee and spreads her legs wide. I take this as a sign that this is not enough, so I add a third. My pinky moves to the top of her lips and begins to play with her very large clit. I can feel her clit begin to stiffen and stick out even more. She begins to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers inside her. Her face is hot and pressed against my chest. I spread my fingers inside her to open her further. She moans more deeply and begins to writhe on my hand. "I need to be fucked, John. I need to have a fat cock buried in my tight pussy." "Well honey. I am hard now. I can fuck you." She smiles at me and turns over on her back after grabbing the vibrator from the side of the bed. Quickly, I grab her legs and place them on my chest. She spreads her lips and puts the vibrator directly on her clit. I push into her as she turns on the vibrator. I can feel the pulsing of the strong motor deep in my balls. God, this feels good. I begin to thrust into her. Her open hand moves behind her head to keep her from slamming into the wall as I begin to saw into her in a regular pattern. Her wet pussy grips the shaft as it slides into her. I can feel her vaginal muscles begin to squeeze, and I know she is close to cumming. I pick up the pace knowing that I will not last much longer. Her pussy is so wet and feels so warm around me that I cannot stop myself. "Oh, God, baby. I'm going to cum." She is lost in her pre-orgasm, but as always, she is waiting for me to finish. With a loud grunt and a final push, I bury my cock as deep as I can and feel my cum squirt into her. As soon as I finish, I move slowly inside her and her panting becomes harder. I can feel her pussy muscles grip against me as she is overtaken by her orgasm. I try to keep myself inside her, but the muscles are too strong, and she pushes me out. She continues to cum as I grind my cock against her slit knowing that I will never get back inside. She turns off the vibrator indicating that she is finished and tosses it to the side of the bed. In under two minutes, it's over, and I gently raise her leg higher to slide out and roll over next to her. I am panting now, and she is sighing contentedly. I snuggle next to her warm body and place my hand on her tit. She covers my hand with hers as we bask in the warm glow of post-fucking bliss. Her eyes are closed, and she is breathing normally. I begin to wonder if she would be this calm if she had had a large cock inside her instead of my average one. "So, you want to fuck someone else?" She opens her eyes and looks at me almost sadly. "No, honey. It was just a thought." She turns over, faces me and kisses me gently on the lips. A slight smile comes across her face as if she is thinking about something, but at this point, I would rather not start a fight, so I close my eyes. I begin to think about the porn I have watched over the years. The satiated, sweaty faces of the gorgeous women who have just been fucked raw for 20 minutes straight. I begin to wonder if my wife would look as serene as she does now if a man with a cock the size of a summer sausage were pounding into her until she couldn't breathe. Would she be able to sleep after feeling a large set of balls slap against her ass? Her ass! Would she welcome having a thick cock buried deep in a place I can only get my fingers in because I just can't seem to get hard enough to fuck her there? Could she ever even think about having my smaller cock inside her after it had been pounded senseless? I can just picture it now. This faceless man pushing his meaty dick inside my wife's tight, wet, sucking pussy. Her eyes clamped shut. Her mouth gaped wide. Her nostrils flared as she has orgasm after orgasm before he turns her over, grabs her round ass cheeks and spreads them apart then pushes his very hard cock into her tight hole. I can see the ecstasy on her face as he slowly pushes his fat cock into her tight cunt. I can almost hear her voice. "Oh, My God! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard. It's been so long since I had such a huge cock inside me. I need it. I need your cock in me. Fuck me deeper. Oh, God. I'm going to cum. Please don't stop. Please don't ever stop fucking me." As her imaginary words ring in my mind, I realize I am as hard as I have been in months. Even though I have just cum, and my balls are empty, I feel like I could give her the fucking she so desperately needs. I place my hand back on her tit. She gives a gentle sigh, but her breathing is normal and easy. I realize she is asleep. Tomorrow comes early, so I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. The last thoughts that go through my mind are how much I love my wife, and how much I want to satisfy her. Even if that means giving her pussy to another man...or men. ------------ That night, visions of my sexy wife, her wet pussy on display, filled my mind. I imagined her in every conceivable position: on her back, on her hands and knees, riding cowgirl-style, backward cowgirl, standing, and in every position, she had a look on her face that said, "Finally!" I woke up with a raging hard on and listened to her soft breathing. She was still asleep and had a contented smile on her face. Maybe she was having the same dreams as me, and she was loving every minute of it. I rolled over and placed my hand on her torso. My fingers gently gliding up and down her warm side and across her breasts. Her nipples, which were always hard, were poking out like two pencil erasers. I gently tweaked her nipple and gave a start as she woke up suddenly. In a raspy voice, she crooked her neck toward me and said, "Good morning, honey." "Good morning to you, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" "Mmmm. Yes. I was having a very nice dream." "Did it involve a huge cock?" She giggled. "As a matter of fact, there was a nice cock involved." She reached behind me and felt between my thighs. She found my cock standing straight out and wet at the tip, already leaking copious amounts of precum. "Mmmm. Was someone dreaming too?" "Uh huh," I responded. "Did your dream involve some sexy young girl who likes sucking cock?" "Actually it involved seeing your pussy pounded by the biggest dick I've ever seen." "Ohh! It sounds like we were having the same dream. Let me roll over so you can stick that big cock into me." I knew she was being polite. My cock is by no means huge. As it stands now, my cock is about 5 ½ inches with a nice head on it. My wife is happy with the thickness and often tells me, "if you lost weight, your cock would be very nice." She grabbed the vibrator and lay on her back. I took my usual position between her legs and placed her calves against my chest. She was already dripping, and I easily slid into her tight hole. "Oh, fuck. That feels nice," she said. "You are fucking hard this morning." "I know. I can't get this image out of my head." "What image is that?" "The image of a big cock sliding into your pussy." She turned on the vibrator, and I immediately felt her muscles grip my shaft. I began to slide into her quickly. Her pussy was churning as I began to move my hips in a slow motion. I so enjoy the feeling of her tight walls as they collapse against my shaft. Damn, it felt so good being inside her. I grabbed her thighs and pressed her pubic bone against me and began to fuck her faster. My heavy balls began to slap against her ass cheeks, and her juices began to flow even more. I could feel the wet heat cover my balls as the sloshing, squishy sound grew louder. I looked at her face lost in complete ecstasy. Her large tits bouncing back and forth as my cock assaulted her tight hole. Since I still had not peed, I knew my hard on was going to last a little while, so I kept up my strong pace. Her pussy spasmed, and she began to cum hard. I felt her pussy milking my shaft. My cock was literally covered in her warm flow. A sexy combination of hot pussy juice and warm pee escaped from her cumming pussy and drenched my cock and balls. It felt incredible. I redoubled my efforts and shoved into her harder. She continued to cum and squirt all over my lower abdomen as her orgasm rocked her entire body. "Oh God!" I shouted. " I'm gonna cum." "Yes, John. Cum in my pussy. Give me your cock. I love how you fuck me so hard like this in the morning. Don't stop. I need it. I'm gonna cum again." Hearing her beg for it and seeing her face contort as her second orgasm moved through her gave me a feeling of absolute power. I slammed my cock into her as the vibrator continued to hum against us. I lowered my stomach down to press the vibrator harder against her massive clit, and then it happened. I saw stars! My cock erupted as I began to scream. Her second orgasm was more violent than the first. Her wet cunt squeezed so hard against my spewing cock that it nearly got stuck inside. I was no longer able to move, but I didn't care. My shaft was buried as deep as it would go as she squirted more hot liquid all over my stomach, my balls, and my upper thighs. I could feel her pussy muscles coax the cum from the shaft as it shot deep into her. She turned off the vibrator and literally threw it to the floor. My cock was still buried in her, and I was still as hard as a piece of iron. I slowed my movements put kept my cock moving slowly in and out of her pulsing box. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at me as though she thought I was possessed. I smiled at her and wedged my hand between our wet bodies and began to rub against her very hard, very long clit. My finger began to rub up and down as I worked my cock back and forth inside her. At this point, my thighs were blazing. I was definitely getting a work out this morning, and she was appreciating my efforts. I diddled her clit back and forth as I continued to move my pelvis against hers. Her pussy let out another large squirt of pee, and she grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her throbbing clit. I let out a guttural moan as I grabbed her thighs and pushed back deep into her. Visions of her tight pussy being fucked by a monster cock were filling my mind. I pretended my cock was huge, and I began to pound into her even harder. I could feel my cock bottom out inside her and I felt the head jam against her cervix. Closing my eyes, I envisioned that my cock was five inches longer. I could feel her pussy continue to milk my shaft squeezing it tightly, but this morning, I was not going to lose this battle. I willed my cock to stay inside. She was NOT going to push me out today. I could feel her purposely trying to squeeze her cunt. She was giggling. I knew she was trying to push me out. With a seriousness etched in my face, I looked at her. "Not today, my slutty wife. You are not getting rid of me so quickly." She just moaned and relaxed knowing she was not going to win this fight. I grabbed one of her pendulous tits in my hand and pinched her nipple. My cock continued to pound into her as I felt her pussy become tighter. "That's it baby. Fuck my cock. I love how tight your pussy gets when I fuck you like this. I'm going to cum inside you again." "Yes, John. Cum inside me again. Your cock is so fucking hard inside me. Give it to me. Fuck my pussy. I want to cum again on you." "You want my cum, baby?" "Yes," she hissed. "Give it to me. Fill me with your cum. Oh shit. I'm going to cum again. Don't stop. Fuck me baby." And fuck her I did. I felt like I could go for hours. It was probably only three or four minutes, but I was not going to let up until I deposited a second load into her. She settled into rhythm, grabbed my clutching hand and forced me to pinch her nipple. She bucked her wide hips against me and forced her clit to press harder against the base of my cock. I began to slide the shaft almost all the way out before plunging it all the way back in. Her pussy muscles were no longer working against me but were sucking me in with each forward thrust. I felt my balls slip tight against my body, and my toes began to tingle. I knew I was close to cumming a second time. I let go of her tit, grabbed her thighs and pressed her into me. Her eyes became wild as she clutched her tit with one hand, and the sheet with the other. "Oh, baby. Here it comes. I'm gonna cum again." "Yes, John. Cum with me. Cum inside me. I love you so much. Fill me with your seed." "Now, baby. Now!" I thrust one last time and I had one of the strongest orgasms of my life. My head spun as her pussy convulsed around me. She was gripping me tighter than she had in years, and I knew I could not stay inside her much longer. The first jet of cum shot into her, but her contractions were so strong, that she pushed me out. My hard cock slid against her slit and the head teased against her throbbing clit. My second jet of cum splashed against her clit and shot onto her lower stomach. My cock quickly began to deflate as my balls emptied. She screamed, cursed and gave into a powerful orgasm as she squirted all over my cock, balls, and the now soaked sheet. Sweat dripped along my temple and across my forehead. My hands raked against her upper thighs as I let my shaft rub against her sloppy slit. My entire lower body was covered in a mixture of our combined cum and her pee, and it felt glorious. I quickly lowered myself and laid next to her. I could hear her panting as I lay on my stomach and pressed my still-leaking cock into the mattress. At this point, our bodies were not touching, but I reached over and placed my hand on her heaving chest and gave her nipple a playful pinch. "Ouch! Don't do that. They're sensitive." I smiled and cupped her breast and idly massaged it. She let out a satisfied moan and rolled over toward me. She grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around herself, and I snuggled against her. "How was that?" I jokingly asked her. She giggled. "You have to ask? Could you not feel my pussy squeezing you?" "Mmm. Yes. I felt it. It felt amazing." "You were so hard. What got into you this morning?" "I had a dream that a huge cock was thrusting into you. You looked so satisfied and happy. It made me happy to see you happy." "I can't believe you were able to last that long. It felt incredible. If you fucked me like that every night, I wouldn't even think about some other cock." I laughed. "If I fucked you like that every night, either my legs would fall off, or I would die of a heart attack." She busted out laughing. "Yea, but DAMN! It would almost be worth it, don't you think?" No! It would not be worth it. I knew at that point there would be no way for me to keep up with her. My legs were shaking violently, and I was beginning to get a headache. If I fucked her like that every night...No! There was no way I could fuck her like that every night. I would not survive. She reached over and pinched my nipple hard. "Ouch. What the fuck was that for?" She laughed. "I can't believe you made me pee so much. The bed is soaked." I smiled at her. "Well, at least I know you had fun." "Oh, my God. That was great. I have not cum that hard in a long time. I think that ranks right on up there with the best sex I've ever had." A smile came across my face. (That's right bitch. I just fucked you so good, it was the best sex you've ever had. I can satisfy you. I am strong enough. You don't need anyone else.) She continued, "Now, if your cock was just four inches longer, and you got hard like that all the time, I'd be all set." Damn. That little piece of narcissism didn't last long. I smiled at her. "If only." I relayed the past 24 hours in my head. I had just given my wife some of the best sex of her life, and it nearly killed me. My legs were throbbing with pain, my head hurt, and I could not seem to catch my breath. I knew that if my cock became hard again, she could probably go another hour. I knew I could not ever satisfy her. I knew that, if she were to truly have a blissful sex life, it would have to include another man....or men. The thoughts of another man pounding into my wife weighed heavily on me. On one hand, I was not 100 percent sure I would be able to handle knowing that my wife was getting pounded by another man's cock. My Wife: The Slut What kind of man allows the love of his life to engage in sex with another man? Would it make me less of a man to allow someone else shove a meaty cock into her pussy? On the other hand, I want my wife to be happy. I want her to be satisfied. I know that, if she is satisfied sexually, her stress level drops considerably, and having to be at home all day with three toddlers is stressful enough. Don't I owe it to the love of my life to make her as happy as I can? Wouldn't we have a closer relationship if I allowed her to play out her sexual fantasies? I mean, it's just sex. I know that sex to her is not an emotional act. She has the strange ability to differentiate sex and love. I know that she loves me. I know she would not fall in love with a guy just because he has a huge dick. She needs more in her life than just satisfying, mind blowing sex. Sex is only one aspect of a healthy relationship. She needs mental stimulation; engaging conversation; she needs to laugh, and I provide all of that. I decided at that very moment that I was going to let my wife become satisfied by another man's cock. It might take some getting used to, and I definitely wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to have a say in the choice of man. I wanted to meet him and go over some ground rules. I wanted to screen them and make sure they knew what they were getting into, I wanted them to know that, at the end of the day, she was MY wife, and she was going home to me. Whoever the man, or men were, my wife would know that I approved long before they ever slapped that condom on and drove that thick cock into her tight little hole. I would still have a say in it; I would just be a spectator for the actual event. "Honey?" I leaned into her. "What would you say if I told you I was OK with you fucking some other guy?" "Really? You'd do that for me?" "Yes," I said. "I want you to be happy. I know that you need more sexually than I can give. I want to be able to give you the gift of sexual satisfaction, and the only way for me to truly do that is to allow you to take on a lover. I'm not saying it will be perfect, and I'm not sure how it's going to work, but I want you to know that I love you enough, and I feel our marriage is strong enough for you to fuck another man." I saw a slight smile come across her face. I could tell she was mulling it over in her head. All of those questions of infidelity and emotional stability were crossing her mind. Could she do it? Would she be able to truly separate the two? "The kids are awake, sweetie. Let's take a quick shower, and you can go downstairs and fix breakfast while I get them up. We can talk about it after breakfast. I was searching a website for a place. We can talk about it later. I want you to know: I love you very much, and I am flattered that you would do this for me. It means so much to me to know you would even consider it." With that, she got up, admonished the soaked sheet as she shook her head and turned on the shower. With a smile, she said, "You coming?" "I already did....twice." "Mmmm. Yes you did, sweetheart. You filled me up, and now it's leaking down my leg. Come take a shower with me and get me cleaned up. I can't wait to show you the place I found." I got out of bed, and my legs almost collapsed under me. My thighs were pounding and I could hardly walk to the shower. I grunted and groaned, but the thought of seeing my wife's face as she took the entire shaft of a thick long cock had my own cock beginning to get hard again. By the time I reached the shower, the images of my wife being completely satisfied permeated my mind and made my cock stand out completely hard. My wife looked between my legs. "Mmmm. Is that for me?" she said. I just nodded. She grabbed at my balls and pulled me into the shower. This was going to be a long day. My Wife, The Slut Ch. 01 "I don't want to be married anymore; I want to be the slut I always should have been!" I was just falling into a drunken sleep when my wife of two years said these words and I was jerked rapidly into sobriety and shot up straight in the bed. "What was that you said?" "You heard me; I want to live my life as a separate person, free to fuck who I want, when I want!" "Hang on a minute, what brought this on?" "You. We haven't made love now for three weeks. You promised me we would tonight. Then you get drunk and are incapable of doing anything!" I thought a moment. Three weeks? It couldn't be that long, could it? I had met Samantha a year before we married. Before that I was as happy as a pig in shit playing the field, fucking anyone I fancied who also fancied me -- and luckily there were plenty of them -- but when I first saw her in amongst a group of her friends in a bar in town and looked at her lovely face, laughing at something someone had said, I fell completely and utterly. Somehow I got up the nerve to go over and speak to her and stammering, ask her out. Me, the king of the chat-up, I was like a little boy asking mummy for an ice cream, And no ice cream ever felt or tasted as good as when she said 'yes', mainly I felt to get rid of me. Over the course of the next three months I gradually got to know her and learnt that she was a committed virgin -- committed in the sense that she had decided that nobody would taste her goodies until he had put a wedding ring on her finger -- that she, at nineteen, was four years younger than me and that she lived with her parents in a house just outside of town. The next three months were spent wining and dining her and finding that she was utterly determined to stay a virgin until she had a wedding ring on her finger. During that time we became inseparable and I took her everywhere with me, glorifying in my friends reaction to her. I remember when I took her to a football game I was playing in, when one of my team, Dan, kicked the ball straight to an opponent and stood gazing at her as she stood on the sidelines. "What's up" I asked. "Look at the form on that" he gasped, "She's got tits to die for and that arse, its dying to be fucked." "That's Samantha, my girlfriend you are talking about." I said gruffly, not really displeased at his admiration of her. "Man, if you want to do me a favour, just pass her to me when you get fed up with her." He responded. Samantha had the same effect on all my friends, although most of them did not put it so crudely. Some made passes at her, but she dismissed them easily whilst not making an enemy of them. Meanwhile I tried my hardest to get her into bed but I was unsuccessful. In the end I gave in and proposed and we were married six months later. I was a little bit wary about our first night, wondering if all the time she had spent saying no to men might make her a little frigid, but to my joy she took to sex straight away and our early time together was spent almost exclusively in bed. Certain things she would not do, of course, Anal being one of them, but she was adventurous in bed and always looking for new ways to please me. Now, although she was still as devastatingly attractive as ever, it seemed like I had taken my eye off of things a little too much. In truth I had wanted to give Samantha all the things I felt she deserved. This house for one, a new little sports car and all the clothes she desired. So I had been working every minute I could to make the money to provide them. Consequently, when I got home I inevitably fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. "Yes, I agree, I have been leaving you alone far too much, but why this? A bit extreme isn't it?" "Last night and what happened then has focused it in my mind. And when I spoke to Marge this morning, she agreed with me. I need to do all the things I should have done before we got married." "Look, I know I neglected you last night, but that was a one off thing. I'll make it up to you." "How? If there is one thing last night taught me it is that some men still find me attractive. Maybe it would be better if I was able to take advantage of that when it occurs." I thought back to last night. It was really an impromptu celebration. Our team had won a semi-final we were not expected or expecting to win, and we had held a party to celebrate. I had overdone the celebrations and got well and truly bladdered and had passed out midway through the evening. I could not remember how we had got home even. "What happened last night to make you feel this way? Besides my getting paralytic?" "Nothing." She said, but I knew her well enough to know that that was not true, so I persisted in asking her until she told me. "It was after you had got drunk and passed out on the settee," she told me, "Someone put some music on and people started dancing. Brad asked me to dance and I said yes, so we danced, and during the dance he started stroking my backside and cupping my cheeks and massaging them. I didn't object because it was working me up and I still hoped that when we got home you would be capable of performing. Anyway, others had seen what Brad did and wanted some of the same, so when we sat down I was pulled up again by someone else, who did the same, stroking my backside I mean. Then Dan asked me to dance some time later and he to started stroking me. But he didn't stop there, and he danced me out into the corridor and before I knew it he had the front of my dress down and he was licking and sucking on my tits. I'd had a lot more to drink by then, and I could not stop him, it felt so good, and then he reached under my dress and started fingering my slit and before I knew what was happening he was rubbing my clit and I was as wet as I have ever been. I knew what he wanted to do, of course, but I felt powerless to do anything to stop him. After a while he turned me round and braced me up against the wall. I heard his zip undo and suddenly felt his cock rubbing up and down my slit. I felt so horny. Then he braced himself and started searching for the opening so he could slide himself in. Then, all of a sudden he found it and was pressing to slide into me. I wanted it so much; I was pushing back at him to help it go in. Just then the door to the bathroom opened and you staggered out. Dan quickly zipped up and disappeared. You walked or half crawled back to your settee and passed out again. I went back in with you and sat down next to you, but I never found my panties, so had to sit sedately by your side for the rest of the evening. Later on Gary offered to drive us home and when we got back you fell in bed and started snoring and I was left feeling randy." I was annoyed at Dan, and wanted to wring his neck, but I realized I had other problems to deal with before him. I knew too that Marge was more responsible for Samantha's new way of thinking, ever since Samantha had met her she had been talking up her way of life and how she and Samantha should go on the town one night and get laid together. Marge was only the same age as Sam, but was already divorced, her husband having run off with a young girl whose parents were rich, Marge had responded by becoming the biggest slut in town, always ready able and willing to take cock. "This is Marge talking to you again, isn't it?" I demanded. "No, what she said to me is true, I haven't had much variety in my sex life, and now I want to try and see what I have missed. She said Dan has one of the biggest cocks she has ever seen and that I should try a really big cock." I did not help my cause by arguing against Marge and her influence. I tried everything I could think of, even begging Sam not to go through with this, but in the end I had to realize that she was determined. In the end I had to face facts and hope that this was just a temporary thing and that she would come to her senses in a day or two and that she would not do too much damage to our relationship in the meanwhile. So, we discussed practicalities and formed a set of rules to govern her conduct. I firstly insisted that she would not fuck any of the people where I worked. This she agreed to. Secondly I insisted that she conduct all her affairs in the spare bedroom so that I was on hand if things should go wrong. Ultimately she saw the sense in this and agreed. Then she wanted every other night to be one of her "adventure nights" --as she put it -- saying that I would be free on the other nights to do whatever I fancied. I told her again that I loved her and only wanted her, so I did not take her up on her offer although I reserved the right to change my mind about this later. She left me then to "prepare the spare room" for what she said she had planned for tonight. When I asked her what she meant she said that there was no point in delaying, she wanted to start her journey into slutdom that evening. Before she went to prepare the spare room she phoned Marge and told her that she was 'on' for that night. It did not take Marge long to arrive on our doorstep, carrying a plastic bag, which she told Sam contained her outfit for tonight. Whilst they both went upstairs I phoned my friend Gary, to try to get some condolences. "I know what you need." He told me. This turned out to be a series of video cameras concealed around the walls of the spare room so that I could film the events that would take place in there. "You may not feel as though you want to, but in a couple of months time, if you are looking to get a divorce, the films might make the difference between you being able to start again and her bleeding you dry of whatever money you have" he pointed out. I arranged for him to come round and install them that evening whilst Marge and Sam were out. When I had finished Marge came back downstairs with a big shit kicking smile on her face. "She is setting up your spare room to make it a nice little fuck place." She said. "I have promised her a big cock and a big fucking tonight." "Why are you doing this to us?" I asked. "You make me sick," she said, "All lovey dovey and yet you can't take care of your own wife. What is the matter? Getting too much away from home, like my ex-husband?" I realized it was no use arguing with her, she had her mind poisoned against me. But she could not resist one final dig. "Your wife is going to get her jollies tonight from the biggest cock I can find. She'll Get stretched out so much that you will not touch the sides! " "If a woman can have a baby and not get stretched out, I think she should survive what any cock can do to her!" I replied. "Yes, but she can only have a baby every nine months, she'll get a big cock regularly, every night. A girl can get awfully addicted to taking a really big cock in no time at all." When she had left I waited for Samantha to re-appear. Presently she came downstairs, all ready for her night out. I gasped when I saw her. She was all dressed in black, with a black pair of trousers on that looked as if they had been painted on. You could see the cleft of her pudenda outlined at the front, and the way they clung to her arse, well if she had had a pimple on it, you could have seen it, as it was it framed her fabulous round arse like apicture frame. As for the T-shirt, it clung to her, showing off her tits and making it clear that she did not wear a bra. Worst still was the slogan on the T-shirt. "I am a slut in training" it said on the front, and on the back "Will you help with the practical work?" I realized then that Samantha was going to get fucked that night, the way she looked nobody could resist her. She left with Marge, who had come to collect her about 8.00pm. She left with a jolly "Wish me luck" as she went out the door and Marge gave me an evil smile as she left. Gary arrived about nine-o-clock with his tool box and we went straight up to the spare room and he started fixing up the video cameras. "These are the latest thing," he told me," They are spike cameras, small, so they won't be noticed, no need for wiring (They are radio controlled), high definition, and you can even zoom in on the action if you want. The control box looks like an ordinary DVD player, so you can even watch the action on your Television if you want whilst recording it." He put cameras in where he felt they would give the best coverage, hiding them in the picture rail, in the furniture, even in the ceiling. Then we went downstairs to the Television so he could tune the cameras in. The zoom controls were on a handheld gadget that looked like a video remoter controller. Nobody could tell what had been done. "How much do I owe you?" I asked. "Nothing," he said, "I can salvage everything afterwards. Just give me a DVD of Samantha performing later." I objected to this, but he explained that he could easily arrange to pick her up one night and experience her charms first hand, so I reluctantly agreed. "I popped into the Pub on the way here," he said," They are lining up to try to get at her, the way she is dressed. She is going to get a real hammering tonight. I almost came just looking at her." We had a few drinks and then he left, saying it would be better if he wasn't here when Sam came home. I sat down and tried to watch the Tele whilst I waited for her to return. It was some two hours later when I heard her key in the door, and she came into the living room. Marge followed her in and prompted her to tell me what I had been dreading hearing. "We're not alone, honey," she said, "We've got company and we're going upstairs to entertain them." Just then Dan entered the room and walked up behind Sam, and took hold of her tits in a firm grasp and began squeezing them. His hands then went down lower and cupped her mound. "Nice new idea you have," he said, "Bed and Breakfast, with the emphasis on the bed. I usually have two eggs for breakfast but I will pass on those, if you don't mind. You see I aim to have little Samantha sunny side up, and sunny side down. In fact I'll have little Samantha every way round." And with that they all went out of the room and began climbing the stairs. I nervously switched the remote over to the DVD cameras. Although hating what was going to happen, I just could not resist watching my lovely wife getting fucked. To be continued... My Wife, The Slut Ch. 02 Do not get me wrong, I never had the fantasy of watching my wife with another man, but there was just something about seeing her get what she had been looking for and seeing for myself what Marge had set up for me (and my wife) that I could not resist. I switched on the video and saw that they had already reached the spare room. Then I saw what I had missed earlier, there were four of them! The other man had obviously not come into the living room when Marge and Dan did, but when I saw him I realized that there was always going to be two of them. I also saw that I did not know him. Dan wasted no time in getting Samantha down onto the bed. He took off her shoes and began the difficult task of getting her ultra tight slacks off. It took a little time before he was successful and meanwhile the other man had taken her top off, so that my wife now lay fully naked on the bed for them to feast their eyes upon. She looked absolutely delicious. Dan immediately lifted her legs up high in the air and bent to feast himself on her inviting pussy. His tongue first swept up the full length of her slit and then made the return journey, bringing a soft 'mmm' from Samantha's lips. Emboldened by her reaction he swept his tongue back up again and this time captured her clit, already on bold display, between his lips and began sucking on it. I could hear the gentle sounds of his sucking above the moans coming from Sam's lips. His sucking became more urgent and he slipped two fingers into her opening and began finger fucking her. Her moans became louder as she surrendered herself to his administrations. He broke off then to tear off his clothes. When he had finished he returned to the bed and lay on top of Samantha, this time in the classic 69 position. His cock pressed up against her lips and she slowly opened her mouth to let it in and started licking and sucking it. He, in turn re-started his oral stimulation of her pussy whilst still finger fucking her. For the next five to ten minutes the only sound was the slurping of both their mouths on the others organs. Suddenly Samantha arched her back, so strongly that she almost flung Dan off of her, and I knew that she had cum. Dan now got off of Sam and lay down on the bed, face up, holding his cock up in the air signifying he wanted Sam to climb on board. "It will be easier for you this way." He said. Samantha followed his suggestion and knelt with a knee either side of his body and positioned her pussy directly above his cock. Although I had seen him before in the showers I was amazed at its size and girth. I always thought I was enough for most women, with seven inches to bring to the table, but Dan was at least two and a half inches longer that me and about three inches thicker. I wondered whether Samantha could take him. I soon found out that she could as she lowered herself onto that monster and watched as it slowly slid into her. Just the head at first, but slowly, as she wiggled about it got deeper and deeper. She let out an enormous sigh as it finally bottomed out inside her. Dan let her just sit there on his cock whilst she got used to it stretching her beyond anything |I had managed to give her and then slowly and gingerly she began lifting herself up and dropping down again. I zoomed the camera in on her pussy and saw how much she was stretched out. Her pussy looked like an elastic band wrapped round his cock as together they pumped it in and out of her. She really began to moan and groan with the feelings he was bringing to her body and began intoning "Fuck it, fuck that pussy" over and over like it was a religious chant. Dan was smiling, like the cat who'd got the cream as she worked her pussy on his cock. Marge, who'd been giving the other man head, whilst watching Samantha, broke off her work to smile at her and say "You love what that big cock is doing for you, don't you." "Yes, I love his big cock." Samantha screamed as she came for the second time. Dan now spun her round like a top on his cock so that she was now facing his feet and placed his hands under her arse and began lifting her up and down to propel his cock deep inside her. Samantha now began to grunt as he pounded her pussy, to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, " my darling cried in joy as she came once more. Finally Dan moved her into a position on her back with her legs over his shoulders and really went to town on her pussy, slamming his cock in and out of her. I watched as his ball sac tightened around his balls, and then with a final joint cry they both came together. Slowly, Dan disengaged from Sam, and the other man moved quickly to take his place. I had only a second to register that although not as big as Dan he was still better hung than me, as he had plunged his cock into Samantha and picked up the rhythm from where Dan had left off. I heard footsteps on the stairs and so quickly changed back to the Television programme, just in time as Dan came into the lounge. "Sorry if it got a bit noisy," he said, "Hope it didn't spoil your programme. She can be a noisy bitch can't she? I tell you what she is as tight as hell, just like a virgin. But, come to think of it, compared to taking your cock, she was, wasn't she." I glared at him. Just then there was a call from upstairs from Marge, and he turned, stroking his cock. "Sorry, I've got to go. Seems my services are required again. I hope I can keep up with her, seems she wants to make up for what she's missed in one night." I waited a while before switching the video cameras back on and was greeted this time with the image of Dan fucking Samantha doggy style. Whilst the other man fed his cock into her mouth. After a while I got fed up with their sexual gymnastics, switched everything off and went upstairs to bed. I couldn't sleep however. What man could to the sound of his wife's screams of joy, moans and groans and cries of "More, fuck me harder" ringing in his ears? Eventually there was a long keening wail after which everything went quiet and just afterwards I heard the sound of the front door closing. I got up and went into the spare room. Samantha lay on the bed, naked still, with cum oozing out of her pussy and (Horror of horrors) her arse. I covered her up with the duvet and went back to bed. MONDAY. I only slept intermittently and finally got up at six – o –clock, dressed and went down stairs. As soon as it was decent I phoned up work and said I would not be in that day, and settled down, drinking cups of tea, whilst I waited for Sam to put in an appearance. She finally came down at ten-o-clock, looking bleary eyed and walking funny, dressed in a nightdress. I made her a cup of tea and watched whilst she stood drinking it. "You could at least sit down at the table with me." I said. "I can't," she replied, "Dan broke my arse in last night and it is really sore this morning." "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Not to begin with, it hurt too much. His cock is so big. But after a while the pain went away and then he started playing with my clit and finger fucking me whilst he pounded away at my arse, and I came more than I have ever done in my life. It amazes me that I have never done that before, but I think I will make up for that now." At that moment the doorbell rang and I went to open the door. Of course it was Marge. "Is she up yet?" she asked. "Yes." "She must be resilient. After the pounding she took last night I would have thought that she would sleep the day away recovering. Still, I've come to plan tomorrows night out. " She brushed past me into the kitchen. "Hi, Sam" she said, "How did you like last night?" Samantha gave me a worried look. "It was everything I could have wanted" she said. "I do not think I have ever cum so many times. It made me wonder why I have not given in to Dan before now. He fucked me ragged." "Well, I know he wants a repeat performance, but I think tomorrow night we'll try something different." She produced another carrier bag. "Here is your costume for tomorrow night. We will be going to a student party. They can be delicious, at that age (most of them will be just eighteen) they can cum up to five or six times a night. It'll be just what you need." My heart skipped a beat. I had hoped that last night would be enough for Sam, to find out that she was continuing with her "adventures" was a knock to my ego. The two girls then went into the living room to plan their next escapade. TUESDAY. I got home early from work, having arranged to take the next two weeks as holiday, something I was long overdue for. When I got home Samantha was in the bathroom 'getting ready for her next adventure' as she put it. When she eventually came downstairs I groaned at her new costume for the evening. It seemed inevitable that she was going to be screwed that night once again. This time her slacks were white, but once again they were like a second skin on her, leaving nothing to the imagination at the back as they followed the contours of her fine arse and dug into the cleft between her juicy buttocks. At the front her mound was again well defined and it took no imagination to see the lips of her pussy and the gap between them. Her T shirt was also white and clung to her tits as though caressing them and making anyone who saw her want to caress them too. Once again there was a slogan front and back. "I AM LOOKING FOR A TAXIDERMIST STUDENT" was on the front, and on the back "I NEED MY LITTLE PUSSY STUFFED". I had no doubt she would get her wish tonight! Marge came and collected her at around eight o clock, complimenting Sam on the way she looked. She could not resist a parting shot at me as they went out the door. "Look at what you missed by neglecting her. Don't worry; there will be lots of men wanting to make it up to her tonight." Once again I settled to my lonely vigil, waiting for them to return. I switched the TV on and sat there only half watching the screen. In my minds eye I could see Samantha on the bed, surrounded by a lot of lucky leering men. It was eleven o clock when they returned, and I could hear three sets of footsteps mounting the stairs as Marge put her head round the door. "We are going upstairs for a little fun (well actually we hope it will be a lot of fun). Don't worry, I have measured both of them and they are all over 8 inches long. She'll get her injection of big cock again tonight." She gave me a big leer before she went out the door and up the stairs. By the time I managed to switch over to the video camera they had already undressed Sam and one of them was feeding his cock into her mouth whilst the other feasted on her pussy. It didn't take long for Samantha to get her first cum of the night, and when she had the man feasting on her pussy rose up, knelt between her thighs and plunged his rampant cock deep into her. She came again instantly. He kept pumping away at her until he came in her, and then the other one took his place and began screwing her relentlessly. At this point I forgot it was my wife getting her pussy pounded. It was more like watching a particularly erotic blue movie, and I unzipped my trousers and started wanking. I got so carried away I nearly didn't hear Marge come down the stairs until she had opened the door. Then I quickly zipped up my pants and switched the TV back to the normal channels just in time. "I wish you could see her getting it tonight, those two are really hammering her," she said, "She's really turning into a right little whore." She cocked her head to one side as a particularly loud scream echoed through the house. "I wonder what they are doing to her now to get that reaction." She said and left to go back upstairs. Returning to the video I saw Samantha on top of one of the men who was ramming his cock up into her whilst the other was ramming his cock into her arse. "You really love getting your sizzling cunt rammed whilst having your arse fucked, don't you?" One of them yelled. "YEEESSS!" Screamed Samantha. "Next time we'll bring another big cocked man so that we can make you airtight, do you want that, a cock in your cunt, one in your arse and another to suck on?" "YES, bring it on." She yelled again as she came again. I could hold back more, and came in spurts that flew across the living room. "I know, lets get her limped dick husband up here for him to get the blow job whilst we fuck her." Said one of them, "What about that Sexy Sam?" Samantha did not reply. "Come on, girl, you know you would like it. Me in your tight little pussy, Jake in your arse and your husband in your mouth." It obviously appealed to Marge, who began persuading Samantha to demand that I come up to the room and be sucked off by her. I was glad to see Samantha holding out for so long, but in the end she gave way and I could once again hear Marge running down the stairs. "Samantha wants you," She said. "What for? I asked. "She wants to give you a blow job whilst they fuck her in her arse and her snatch." She said, with an evil smile. "Do you think you can raise it for her?" I told her in words as crude as I could find that no way was she going to humiliate me by having me join in her tableau of debauchery, and that I would kill her if she tried to make me. When she saw how determined I was, she went back upstairs. And I sat back down and watched Television for a while until I could stand it no longer and went upstairs to bed. Once again I was unable to go to sleep for all the noise coming from the spare room and it was not until around four-o-clock that I heard them leave, one of them shouting upstairs "That is a great little fuck slut you have there Mister." As he left. Again they had left Sam uncovered on the bed, and once again I covered her up before returning to bed and trying to get to sleep. To be continued.