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Slut Wife - Peter Has His Day

By: policywank



This story starts the morning after Slut Wife - A Stable of Lovers

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Carl is sleeping with Peter's pretty wife Roxanne. Peter is in the next room.

Peter was already awake when he heard the sounds of sex in the adjacent room - it was 5:30 a.m. and still dark outside. There were gentle whispers and a soft giggle from Roxanne. Then Peter heard irregular movement of the bed springs which he assumed was the sound of Carl climbing on top of his pretty wife. He heard Roxy's soft moan as Carl slowly pushed his big dick into her waiting wet pussy. Peter imagined that his wife was on her back with her legs spread and wrapped around Carl's powerful body - he was correct.

It wasn't sensual sex. It was grunting expedient sex. Peter heard Carl grunting with each thrust of his cock into Roxanne's pussy, but he only heard soft moaning from his wife. There was no earth shattering orgasm, just soft murmurs and whispers as Carl picked up the pace.

What Peter couldn't here was Roxy's whispers in Carl's ear.

"Fuck me Carl. That's it, bury that big cock deep in my pussy. Fuck me harder Carl. Give me your cum now. Fuck me deep and shoot your load of hot cum deep inside my slutty pussy Carl."

It was those words that spurred Carl on. Peter could soon here the longer, stunted grunts and slowing of the pace as Carl shot his load inside Roxanne. Each stroke of his fat cock shot another rope of cum into Roxanne slutty pussy. One, two, three, four, five thrusts each with a longer pause and a more urgent grunt as Carl finished off inside her. Then another movement on the bed as Carl rolled off of Peter's wife.

Roxy had been hurrying Carl through their fuck session because she had another plan. As Carl was pulling his big dick out of her full pussy she closed herself up as much as possible and when he rolled off of her she closed her legs. Roxy reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a pair of skimpy panties. They were the kind she had seen strippers wear - with clasps at the side so that they could be taken on and off without having to pull them over her legs.

As quickly as she could, Roxy slipped out of the bed and walked softly into the room where Peter was staying. Peter was awake and waiting for her. WIthout a word Roxy smiled at him then climbed on top of him so she was straddling his face. WIth one hand on each side clasp of her panties Roxy looked down through her big beautiful tits and asked Peter if he still wanted a cream pie. Peter nodded his head eagerly.

Peter had tasted little bits of cum before and genuinely liked the taste. And he always enjoyed the lingering taste of mixed fuck juices in his wife's pussy or on her lips. However, he had never actually eaten a full load of cum. He braced himself wondering if it would be disgusting in such a large volume. He wondered how much cum Carl had put in his pretty wife's pussy.

Roxy had turned on the bedside light so that Peter could see her. She pealed the panties off of her pussy and Peter saw her cunt lips smeared with cum. He eagerly wrapped his lips around her puffy, freshly fucked pussy and tasted her exquisite mixture. Roxy relaxed and allowed Carl's cum to flow out of her as Peter spread her lips with his tongue. Peter felt the volume of cum as it slid down his tongue and into the back of his throat. He had to swallow several times to keep up with the flow, but he enjoyed every drop. Even in large volume it tasted the way he expected - salty and musky with a lingering after taste.

The strong taste filled his nostril and made his dick hard. As Roxy gently ground herself into Peter's mouth the taste of cum mixed with the taste of pussy and he settled into feasting on her.

"Oh Peter you always have been the best pussy licker. Thank you for taking care of me."

Roxy kept riding his face. She had both hands on her tits kneading them and pinching her nipples. Peter knew what she liked - how long to tease her clit, when to give attention to her swollen lips, how to suck her to the perfect level of sensitivity before returning to gently licking. Peter soon felt her juices running - the taste was different than cum and he knew it was her pussy juices. Roxanne had obviously enjoyed this little perversion as much as Peter because he soon felt her thighs shudder on either side of his face as he licked her to an orgasm. Her juices flowed onto him. He swallowed all he could but his face was still covered in fuck juice.

Roxy rolled off of Peter and lay next to him with her legs spread, her eyes close and her body shuddering. After she recovered her composure she turned and smiled at Peter. 

"Thank you so much darling. Would you like to continue eating my pussy?"

Peter nodded hungrily and quickly buried his face between her spread legs. Roxy slowly drifted off to sleep with Peter gently licking her slutty pussy. When he finished she nestled in his arms and stayed there until 9:00 a.m.

Peter was still wearing the leather harness with ball separator. It didn't constrain his cock. It was simply leather straps wrapped around his cock and balls and around his cock with adjoining straps that held his balls apart. It applied mild pressure so that his ball sack was stretched and the blood stayed in his cock and balls whenever he got hard. He hadn't cum in 12 days and Roxy had needed to loosen the leather several times to allow for his swelling balls.

Peter awoke to the feel of Roxy's neatly manicured fingernails tracing light circles on his ball sack. He was so full that it felt like he could feel every drop of new semen building up inside him.

"Honey when I told you yesterday that Carl would be fucking me for the next couple days, I forgot that tomorrow is your day. Don't worry Peter I will make sure he is gone by tonight. Tomorrow is your day and I am all yours."

As part of their lifestyle arrangement Peter held exclusivity over Roxanne at least one day per week. Each week was defined as a Sunday to Saturday period and she chose which day was his. Last week she had given him Sunday and this week she was giving him Saturday. So for this two week stretch it had actually been 12 days since the last Peter day. This had given Roxy the opportunity to deny him ejaculation for as long as possible.

Peter flinched as Roxanne caressed his balls.

"Did I hurt you darling??

"No Roxy, it is just that I am so full of cum that I am very sensitive. And I am afraid that even your slightest touch could set me off - I am having a hard time holding back."

"Oh yes of course. Sorry dear. I didn't mean to torture you more than necessary. Just so you know, I am very please with how well you have done. As far as I am concerned you are into bonus time now. Even if you cum right now I won't be mad. However, it would be wonderful if you could wait until Carl leaves this evening. Either way please make sure I am around to gobble down that huge load you have been building for me sweetheart."

It was hard for Roxanne to lay next to Peter without wanting to get him aroused, so she decided it was time to get up. She sauntered over to the door and stopped before leaving. Turning to face Peter with her beautiful body on full display she looked back at him lovingly.

"Thank you for last night Peter. Not just for letting me do dirty things to you, but also for licking my filthy pussy. You are the best I have ever had. You always know how to get me off with your mouth."

Roxanne left the room and returned to the room where Carl was still lying in bed. She woke him with a soft kiss and a gentle stroke of his hard cock. Then she wiggled her lovely ass off to the bathroom for a shower.

By the time Roxy was done in the shower, both men were out of bed, dressed and waiting for her in the kitchen. Peter was being a good host and asking Carl what he would like for breakfast. The two men seemed to get along quite well.

When Roxanne heard their conversation she went into the kitchen, fully naked, to suggesting going out to eat. She went up to each man, first Carl then Peter, and kissed them deeply while pushing her body against theirs. She asked each man what they would like her to wear to breakfast. After some debate about her various slutty looks Roxanne since it was such a sunny refreshing day, she should go with a spring look.

She picked a pair of skimpy jean shorts that rode high in her ass, low in the front and had just a narrow swath of fabric to cover her pussy. The top was a snug leather bodice held up by her ample breasts that stopped well above her belly button. Shoes were 4 wedge sandals. Roxy admired herself in the mirror and enjoyed the view as she bent at the waist to attach the delicate slut wife anklet to her right ankle.

Roxanne knew she looked slutty as she strutted confidently towards the two men waiting at the door to take her to breakfast. Revelling in her "white trash" look they decided that a simple diner was the best option.

Roxy was increasingly thinking about her exclusive Peter day that was to come tomorrow. She was horny for him so she had him stay with them all day long. Once Carl found that his immediate time with Roxy would only last until the end of the day he seemed determined to optimize the opportunity.

They spent the day eating, shopping and lounging around the condo. After breakfast Roxy sucked Carl's dick in a dark corner of the parking garage while Peter fetched the car from the upper levels. Insatiable desire for slut Roxanne powered Carl to fuck her three more times that day and Peter saw it every time.

Peter's control seemed even better than the day before, though the pounding pressure in his balls was almost unbearable. He only came close to losing it once. Roxanne was laying her stomach on a massage table. She was wearing a tiny skirt, slit to the waist on both sides and a snug fishnet top that displayed her magnificent tits. Carl walked up beside her, naked with his large dick half erect. He lifted the skirt and slapped her on the ass. Roxy instinctively raised her ass for him, arching her back while she did it and slightly parting her legs. Carl slapped her ass again and she raised it a bit higher. Then he moved behind her, straddling the massage table and slowly eased his fat dick into her pussy. He fucked her hard in that position for a long time and grunted like a horny animal while he filled her cunt with his cum. When he stepped away his big dick made a pop and a flop as it exited her slutty pussy. Roxy lay there with her ass in the air until his cum ran slowly out of her pussy and onto the massage table. She was poised there for what seemed like a very long time. When she finally stood up she thanked Carl for another wonderful fuck while Peter wiped down the table with a towel.

Peter was under control for most of the time Roxy was getting fucked. He only got close to the edge when he saw her raise her sexy ass in response to a simple ass slap and then again as he saw Carls' cum draining from her sloppy pussy.

Roxy was still wearing that same outfit when she escorted Carl to the door at 9:00 p.m.. She gave him a gentle kiss goodnight and closed the door then returned to Peter.

"Darling, I think we should start the exclusive Peter day right now. You still get me for all of tomorrow, but I can't wait any longer to release that sumptuous load of cum you have waiting for me. Is there an outfit you would like me to wear darling?"

Peter already knew which outfit he liked the most. It was a little black cocktail dress. It was made of satin that flowed and hugged her body. The little shoulder spaghetti straps always looked like they could barely hold up her big firm tits. It was tailored to her body so it cupped her tits and clung tightly to her flat belly and curvy hips. Like most of Roxy's wardrobe it was very short - well above mid-thigh. The best shoes were a pair of thin soled barely there strappy 4" heels. She had studs in her nipple piercings - the shape clearly showed through her dress. Dangling diamond earrings added a touch of sophistication. The only slut wife jewelry she wore was a small dangling piece in her pussy piercing where only Peter would see it - unless she bent over in which case everyone would see it.

As soon as Peter told her which outfit she wanted, Roxy turned to go change her clothes.

"Wait Roxanne. Don't put on those clothes yet. Just bring them back here."

Within moments Roxanne was back with the dress, shoes and jewelry.

"And what would you have me do now Peter." Roxanne laughed and twisted her body so that her tits swung from side to side under her fishnet top.

"Before you put on your cocktail dress I suggest you release my cum. I don't want you to get it all over that nice dress."

Roxy smiled. Peter was so good to her. She strutted over to Peter and gently removed the leather constraints around his cock. Once completely free of those constraints Peter's cock got big and hard.

Roxanne had always liked Peter's cock. Yes it was true that some of her lovers had bigger dicks, but she wasn't so much a size queen. If a cock was between 6" and 10" it worked for Roxy. The ideal range was 7" to 9". Peter was about 8". Carl and Todd were an 1" (or a bit more) longer than Peter but he was still an excellent lover and his cock more than adequate. Louis was more like 12", but he was the only lover she had ever had with a dick that big. Frankly, if he weren't so gentle, generous and handsome she would not see him so often. Sometimes a dick that big was exciting but she couldn't take it all the time.

Now Roxanne was looking at her husband growing dick and swollen balls. To Peter it felt like his balls were as big and heavy as billiard balls. He could hardly wait for Roxanne's release.

At Peter's request Roxy wiggled out of her slutty skirt and knelt in front of him. Her legs were splayed out beneath her, her hands were on the ground in front of her, back arched and mouth pointing up towards Peter's cock.

"Are you ready Peter, would you like me to take your cum now?"

"No. First I want to see you play with your tits and talk dirty to me. Do you think you can make me get off without touching me? By just showing me how much of a slut you are."

Roxy smiled at the challenge. She brought her hands up to her big tits, fondling each one and giving Peter her best pouty come fuck me look. 

"You like watching me get fucked don't you Peter. You enjoy my enjoyment, I can tell. I look at you when you are watching me get fucked. I can see when your dick gets hard - you liked it when I raised my ass for Carl today didn't you? It made me look like a dirty cock hungry slut didn't it Peter? That is why I did it - because I am a dirty cock hungry slut. And I know you like watching my big tits bouncing. I think you like it even more when my nipples get hard because I see a man I like. A lot of the time it is you who makes my nipples hard Peter. Ever since we started our new lifestyle I sometimes imagine it is you when a new lover is plowing his cock into my pussy. The other day Todd fucked me in the backseat of his car. While I lay there with my legs spread and his cock deep in my pussy I was thinking about you here at home.....waiting patiently......cock bound in leather building up a full cum load for me. I have been fucked more than once every single day since you last shot a load Peter. A dozen different men have used my slutty pussy while you wait for me. I want you Peter. I want that load of cum."

Roxy paused and looked up at Peter. He was close. She reached up with her mouth and opened it in front of his dick - still not touching him.

"Do you have something for me Peter? Do you want to put something in my mouth? Once you cum we can get down to fucking Peter. You can fuck me as many time as you want between now and tomorrow night. I will be your slut Peter. I will be your whore. You can do anything you want to me. You can call me dirty names and treat me like the filthy slut I am. Do you like the fact that I am a horny slut Peter? Do you?"

Peter was barely holding back as he nodded his head. 

"Yes Roxy I like the fact that you are a slut, a dirty horny bitch, hungry for cock."

And with these words Peter finally released. The first rope of cum hit Roxy hard in the mouth. Most went in but a bit dribbled down her chin. She immediately took his throbbing cock into her mouth and started swallowing.

Peter put his hand on her head. "That is it slut. Take all my cum. swallow like a good slut."

Roxy smiled enjoying every minute of this. Her head bobbed up and down and she slurped and gulped as she struggled to take all of his cum. It seemed like his supply was endless. She was starting to wonder if she could keep up when Peter slowed the pace with which he was stuffing his cock in her mouth. When she pulled back to take a much needed breath his cock slipped past her lips for just a moment. With the popping sound of his being released, Peter shot two more heavy ropes of cum covering Roxy's face and tits in cum.

She had tried hard like a good slut but had failed to take all of his cum. Roxy quickly seized his dick in her mouth again and milked the last few drops out as she felt his cum dribbling off of her chin and face. When she was done, Roxy looked down at her heaving breasts and could not believe the volume of cum she had missed. 

"Clearly I need to milk this cock more often." Roxy smiled up at Peter as she cleaned his cock with her slutty red lips.

Almost immediately she felt his cock firming again as she cleaned him. Ever the expert cock-sucker Roxy just kept suckling on it until he was hard again. Peter watched her suck him for a while enjoying the view.

"That's it darling get my cock hard a gain so I can fuck you. I have spent almost two weeks watching you spread your legs and now it is my turn." 

Peter took Roxy's arm and gently brought her to her feet. He led her over to the same massage table where Carl had fucked her a few hours earlier. He gently laid her face down. Then he slapped her ass.

"Now raise your ass for me slut."

Roxanne responded right away, arching her back and raising her ass while she turned to look at Peter. Twice more he slapped her ass. And when her sex was exposed ready for fucking he gently spanked her pussy.

"Do you like that Roxy? Do you like to get your pussy spanked."

Roxy barely able to control her excited breath just nodded her head.

"I didn't hear you darling."

"Yes Peter I like it when you spank my pussy. Please fuck me nowPeter. I want you dick in me. Please Peter. I am ready now. Please don't make me wait. I need you to fuck me now. Please Peter put your fat cock in me."

Roxy wasn't faking. He could see that her sloppy pussy was gushing with fuck juice.

The irony was delicious. She had made him wait 12 days and she could hardly wait 12 minutes. She had made him build up enough cum to please her and couldn't handle it all when it came. Much as he could have tried to teach her a lesson Peter knew he could wait no longer. 

Peter mounted his pretty wife and stuffed his cock into her sloppy wet pussy.

"Oh thank you Peter. Fuck me. Fuck me hard Peter. I have been such a bad girl. I am a dirty slut. I don't deserve you but I need you."

Peter was fucking her hard. He could hear his balls slapping against her full soft ass. He slapped her ass while he fucked her and she let out a muffled squeal of delight each time. He couldn't ever remember his cock feeling so big or her desire so strong. He fucked her for what seemed like forever when Peter felt Roxanne's thighs shudder and shake while her pussy squirted a waterfall of girl cum all over his horny fat dick. Peter pilled out of her long enough to release the torrent then he teased her pussy gently with his cock head before stuffing it back into her cunt. 

She was the one who restricted him to fucking only her and she was the one who made him wait. He would fuck her raw until he was satisfied. 


Slut Wife - Peter Has His Day



By the time Peter was done fucking his pretty wife she had cum two more times. Roxy had lost all feeling in her legs so he had to hold her hips like a rag doll as he pumped another load of cum deep into her drenched slutty pussy. When he was done with her he pulled his cock out of her and lowered her back onto the table. Roxy lay there, a quivering mass of orgasm with Peter's first load of cum still dripping of of her tits and his second leaking out of her full pussy. He walked around and let his spent cock hang in front of her face. Roxy instinctively reached out with a shaky hand and guided his hard cock to her mouth. Then she cleaned and suckled him just like a good slut wife.

It was a long time before Roxy regained her composure. When she did she thanked him over and over again. Then in a moment of tenderness and relaxation Peter just had to ask.

"Roxy, I have watched you have orgasms with other men that you never had with me. Only now have I seen such an orgasm in our sex. What have those men changed in you."

"Oh Peter, they haven't changed anything in me. It was you Peter. You were the one who let me be free to explore my sexuality. You were the one who stood by me and gave me support. Without you I would not be a beautiful slut I would be a desperate skank. I am so sorry that they were the first ones to draw out my orgasms but it is all because of you. What you just did for me was the best fuck I have ever had."

"Peter while we are on the subject of other men, I owe you an apology. When I told you that story about Tina and I and being felt up in that bar I never should have claimed that it wasn't cheating just because nobody's dick was inside me. I was behaving like a tramp and I betrayed you. And when I told you the story I manipulated the perspective because I couldn't face the fact that I had cheated on you. I am sorry Peter. Thank you for staying with me."

"I accept your apology darling. It is better now. I know you are a slut and we don't need to have any further secrets. I learn more about you each day and something tells me we haven't found the depths of your depravity yet have we?"

"I don't know Peter but I think you are right. That night in the bar is what woke me up. There was nothing special about those men. It was just that I was in control once I crossed into the territory where I accepted being a slut. After that I couldn't get enough. I love the smell of men. I like it when they grope my body with raging desire. I like it when I see them look at my ass wiggle or my tits bounce. I like the taste of cock. And I like the feeling of a cock inside me. Part of it is my own personal physical pleasure. Part of it is pleasuring those men and knowing how much they crave me. And a man that likes sluts, a man like you, turns me on more than anything because I feel like I am being appreciated fully without regard to societal expectations. Your willingness to let me explore my inner (and outer) slut is the greatest gift you have ever given me."

Peter kissed Roxy's cum tasting mouth with a deep gentle kiss.

"Now go clean yourself up and put on that dress Roxy. We will talk about this some more over a late dinner and drinks, while I show off my hot slut to the world. There are a few changes I would like to talk about." 

While Roxanne was showering her mind raced. Having acknowledged her betrayal, she started to think more deeply about the events of the recent past. After she had cheated on Peter all of her focus had been on the fact that she could no longer be monogamous - she had to make a change or it was just a matter of time before she betrayed Peter again. She convinced herself that telling him was the only fair thing to do and that would erase all her transgressions.

However, this perception of being "honest" allowed her to gloss over her own appalling behaviour. Cheating was a bitchy thing to do and she had only just now apologized. Minimizing her transgression when she told him about it was unfair and denied him the right to express his own feelings. She had been manipulative and took his support for granted when she told him she would be taking lovers. And since she had started on this new life she had been consumed by her own needs, satisfying him only in so far as it was a by-product of her selfishness. Peter did not seem unsatisfied, but she had rarely considered his happiness since that night in the bar. Even a man as confident and selfless as Peter would surely only endure her behaviour for so long.

His last words about making some changes started to worry her. He had expressed his love and devotion to her, but what if he wanted to see other women. She would be a complete hypocrite to deny him, but the possibility made her heart sink. Maybe she could see him having sex with another woman, but most women would try to get their claws into him. They wouldn't just want sex, they would want his heart. 

She had known this was a possibility when she set out on her hot wife adventure, but she hadn't considered it since then. The thought of losing Peter to another woman now frightened her.

Then it occurred to her that her thoughts were still being driven by selfishness. If he had not just rocked her world would she be pining for Peter so much? Why was it necessary for her to contemplate the thought of losing him before thinking of his needs?

As Roxy stepped out of the shower she tried to calm herself. Peter had accepted her apology - but she now believed she had not done nearly enough to make up for her behaviour. She was resolved to better understand Peter's needs so she would keep her man.

Anxious for their date, Roxy quickly put on the outfit Peter had picked for her. As she wiggled into her skimpy dress she noticed that it had a slit on either side almost up to her waist - she had forgotten about that detail. It would be obvious to anybody who saw her that she no panties on, but the separation between front and back would make it easier for her to sit without giving everyone a pussy flash. 

The whole look made Roxanne smile. It was unabashedly slutty but Peter had made choices that looked less cheap and trashy than many of the things she usually wore. In fact, she looked positively elegant. Roxanne enjoyed the fact that her husband had picked this outfit for her.

When Roxanne met Peter in the front hall she could see his pants visibly bulge at the site of her and it gave her a flush of satisfaction to please her man.

Peter took Roxanne to a piano bar in one of the 5 star hotels downtown. It was an active place, but more refined than many of the places Roxy went. The place wasn't packed and the patrons tended to be gathered around their own tables, so everyone in the place had a full view of Roxanne and Peter as they entered. The music was tasteful and subtle - not thumping in their ears so loud that they couldn't talk. And while the room was not bright it was reasonably well lit.

Usually all eyes were on Roxanne when she entered a room like this and this time was no different. However, she was aware for the first time in a long time of the number of women looking at Peter. Were they looking at her handsome husband with desire for him? wondering what he was doing with a slut like her? wanting him to dress them like he had dressed her?

Peter directed her to a high table with bar stools in a visible location. He sat down and got the waiters attention to take their order. He took great pleasure in watching Roxy wiggle her beautiful ass up onto the tall chair without flashing her pussy. 

She managed just fine. However, Roxanne had never felt so exposed. She was flashing skin from the tip of her well manicured toes, up her firm calves and curvy thighs all the way to just below her waist where the slits in her dress ended. When she sat and crossed her legs the slits in her dress splayed open such that she basically had two separate pieces of material in front and back. The piece in front was barely enough to cover the top of her lap and left her thighs fully expose. Everyone could see that she was not wearing any panties. They could also see that the material covering her ass was barely large enough to keep her pussy from being in direct contact with the stool.

Roxanne's pussy was engorged and throbbing. As she settled herself onto the stool she realized it was wood. Happily her wet pussy would not leave a stain on the stool and she did not want one on her dress. She wiggled her ass just a bit so that she could push the bottom of her dress out of the way. Her tits swayed as she did this and when she felt her pussy lips splayed apart by the smooth wood of the stool her nipples got visibly harder.

Peter knew Roxanne liked to show herself off, but this was different thought Roxy. He must have thought this through. She was more aroused and excited than she had ever been in public. She was fixed in place like a slut wife trophy. If she moved she risked spilling out of her dress and creating an embarrassing scene. If she didn't move she was putting herself on display, feeling virtually naked in a room full of sophisticated men and women. Roxanne felt very dirty and she loved it. It was all she could do not to touch herself or squirm her throbbing pussy into that bar stool.

By the time Roxy got herself settled in the waiter was at their table asking if they would like a drink. He visibly struggled to keep his eyes looking above Roxy's neck as he took their order. Martini's and enough appetizers for a light late dinner. 

While they waited for the drinks Peter told her how ravishing she looked and she confessed to being a bit uncomfortable being on such display. Peter just smiled at her and told her he was certain that the people staring at her were looking with admiration. She smiled back, knowing he was full of shit but loving every minute of it.

When their drinks arrived, Roxanne steeled herself and asked if Peter wanted to tell her more about the changes he wanted in their lives - sincerely not knowing what to expect but still fearing the worst.

"Well Roxanne it is fairly simple. We have been having a lot of fun this last while. And much of this new lifestyle is to my liking. However, the bottom line is that I need more action."

"Do.......uh um." She tried to clear the emotional lump from her throat. "Do you mean you want to see other women?" she asked, fearing the answer.

Peter smiled and put his hand on hers.

"No darling, that is not what I mean. How could I ever find another woman like you Roxanne?"

"You are a very handsome man Peter, you would have no problem finding a woman."

"Perhaps you are right Roxanne, but that is not what I want. I am addicted to that slutty pussy and I don't think I would ever find that anywhere else. It is just that, I feel like since you became a slut my needs have been ignored. You said that I would have full pussy privileges, but that has been quite rare."

Roxy's heart leaped for joy.

"You are right Peter. I have been selfish and caught up in my own pleasure. I am sorry. I promise I will do better. Please tell me what you need darling."

"Well it is really two things Roxanne. Firstly, I want to fuck you more often. I have come to accept your sex with other men. In fact it is a burden lifted to not feel obliged to provide all your needs or worry about you hiding an extramarital affair. And frankly there is a dirty pervert in me that likes watching you spread your legs for other men. However, I want more pussy."

A man and woman at a nearby table turned to look at them. Peter carried on without acknowledging their eavesdropping.

"Secondly that same pervert, has been enjoying some of our other adventures, but I just want them more oriented to what I like."

"What do you mean Peter?"

"Well I do like the cock and ball torture and the way you tease and deny me. However I don't want endless denial of my needs. By all means tease it out and make me watch other men fuck you over and over before I get any. Just don't make me wait so long. It shouldn't be better to be your lover than your husband."

"You got it darling. From now on I will fuck you as much as you like."

"Relax Roxy. I know it can't be all the time. I don't expect you to interrupt a date to take my cock. I just want you to think about pleasing me half as much as I do about pleasing you. I like it when you are in charge most of the time."

"OK Peter." Roxy was feeling more confident now. She wasn't going to lose him. And he wanted her to maintain the dominant role. He had forgiven her bad behaviour and enjoyed the things she did for him.

"And what perverted things do you like Peter." asked Roxanne. She was back to being excited and engaged. And she was no longer aware of the people watching her - only her cuckold husband.

"Well, like I said I like the cock and ball torture. Light pain and ejaculation denial is very exciting. It would be nice if you maintained focus on bringing me to a level of enjoyment.....rather than just binding my cock between dates. Sometimes you do things that really get me going then leave me hanging. The humiliation and indifference wears thin quickly Roxanne."

"And...well....as long as we are being open...."

"Yes my pet?" said Roxy as she now took Peter's hand.

"I have some bi-sexual tendencies. I don't really understand them because I am not fundamentally attracted to men. However, I really enjoyed the cream pie you fed me this morning. And...well....I am very curious about sucking cock. I would like to fluff another man's cock before he fucks you. And I would like to know what it is like to suck a cock completely until it shoots a load of cum."

Roxy smiled at her beautiful husband as she sipped her martini.

"Thank you so much for opening up to me Peter. I accept everything you have said and will do much better to take care of your needs."

"Peter I also have another idea. The past few hours with you have been the most sexually stimulating time I have ever experienced. You have made me feel sexier and dirtier than I can ever remember. How would you like it if I allocated one more day a week to you? Not like right now when I save my sex for only you. I mean a day where you are in charge and I am your slut. A day where you make the calls and I obey your orders."

Roxy and Peter both paused to consider that possibility. She squirmed in anticipation, hoping he liked the idea and he felt his cock get hard again.

"You mean I would have total discretion? You would be my slut and do anything I want?"

"That is correct - total obedience."

"There are a lot of dirty things I would do to you Roxanne."

That excited Roxanne. "I trust you Peter."

"Well then, yes let's do that."

"What kind of dirty things Peter."

"Oh you will see my darling."

Then Peter excused himself to go to the bathroom. He was very curious to see if the men in an establishment like this would hit on her while he was gone. When he returned he entered the room anxious to see if she would be sitting alone. She wasn't, but to his surprise she was talking to a very attractive lady.

A few minutes before a 30 something couple had been sitting at a booth on the other side of the room. The man had received a business text and excused himself from the club. His long suffering and annoyed wife told him she was going to stay and finish her drink and she would come up to their room in a half hour or so. Since the moment her husband had exited this lady had been eyeing Roxanne trying to figure out how to talk to her. When Peter went to the bathroom she immediately crossed the floor to go see Roxy - before any man could muster the courage to approach Roxy and ruin the lady's chances.

Roxanne did not see Heather until she was almost at her table. Heather had come into town with her husband who was there on business. She had accompanied her husband to a very boring cocktail party after which they went to the piano bar for a drink.

Heather was an attractive brunette, a bit and thinner than Roxanne but still very shapely. She wore a sequin cocktail dress with shoulder straps and a hem line just above her knees. She had on pretty high heels much like Roxanne's. Her look was pretty, even sexy, but nothing like Roxanne.

"Hello, my name is Heather. I....um....couldn't help but notice you from across the room. I really like your outfit."

At first Roxanne thought she was another judgmental bitch who was going to say nasty things about her. When she looked at Heather she could see it was not the case.

"Thank you, my name is Roxanne." 

The two ladies shook hands.

"Is that your husband I saw here a few moments ago."

"Yes he just went to the bathroom."

"Oh I see. Um Roxanne, did you pick out that beautiful outfit." 

"No my husband did."

"You are a lucky woman. I don't think I would ever have the courage to wear something so revealing but I think you look absolutely ravishing. I would do it if my husband asked me to though. Too bad he is more interested in his smart phone."

"Peter is very good to me. I must admit he has had me on the edge of titillation for a few hours now. I am sure that half of the people in this room think I am a slut. Frankly I am too self conscious to move, so here I sit like a statue, ha ha."

"I don't know Roxanne. I have been sitting over there practically oozing jealousy. My man is nowhere to be found and your husband is here doting on you. And based upon the way you are both acting I am guessing that sex is a certainty."

"It most certainly is Heather."

"Then who cares if they think you are slutty?"

"Can I tell you a secret Heather?" said Roxanne with a smile.

"I am a slut."

"Oh don't be so hard on yourself Roxanne. I think you are a beautiful goddess."

"I am not being hard on myself Heather. I am a slut. That is my secret. I have sex with men other than my husband. He knows about it and actively supports me."

Heather's face instantly flushed with a look between embarrassment and desire. She was speechless.

"I am sorry Heather I didn't mean to shock you."

Peter had slowed his return to the table as he watched Roxy talking to another pretty lady. However, having fetched two more drinks from the bar he had run out of reasons to stall.

"Here you go darling." 

"Thank you Peter. Let me introduce you to Heather."

"Hello Heather."

Heather shook his hand tentatively barely able to hide her raging desire for both Roxy and Peter.

Peter could see that Roxy was enjoying her conversation with Heather and invited her to stay. "Do you like vodka martinis Heather."

"Yes, yes I do Peter."

"Well please take this one, I will go get another." Peter could tell he had interrupted their conversation and was keen to find an opportunity to give them a few more minutes alone.

"Roxanne are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes I am Heather. Feel free to ask Peter if you like."

As Peter pretended to be busy at the bar he watched the two ladies. Soon a variety of men were hitting on them, but the ladies shut them all down.

"That is ok Roxanne. I don't want to embarrass him."

"You won't embarrass him, trust me. We aren't a cliche Heather. Peter is a very good lover, my best in fact. It is just that he also allows me to be with other men."

"And does Peter date other women?"

"No he doesn't. Although if I was with another woman I might let him participate."

"So he is your cuckold then?"

"Yes he is Heather, but like I said we aren't a cliche. We aren't into humiliation, dominance or abuse. Very few men are man enough to share me the way Peter does."

"He is quite a man Roxy. With each passing moment I am more and more jealous of you."

Roxy realized that Heather was hot for Peter, just as he returned to the table.

"You two ladies have the whole bar in a tizzy. Every guy in here is preparing his best pick-up lines."




Slut Wife - Peter Has His Day



"That won't help a bit honey. I am all yours tonight......and I have a feeling Heather has eyes for you as well."

Heather flushed with pure embarrassment this time.

"Peter, Heather is having a hard time believing that I am a slut wife and that you let me sleep with other men."

"Believe it Heather because it is true. I don't think any one man could take care of my lovely Roxy, so it is a team effort. And I get to be the team captain, ha ha."

Heather stayed and peppered them with questions for a long time. 

"Heather I think we need to go now. The bar is closing and I am going to take this beautiful slut home and fuck her brains out."

Roxy wiggled her ass off of the stool and Heather instinctively adjusted the back of her dress the way a good girlfriend would do. Once she realized it she hesitated, planing to apologize, but before she could do that Roxy turned and thanked her.

They all walked out into the hotel lobby. Roxy lingered inside the doors with Heather while Peter brought the valet ticket to the valet stand and waited for their car.

"Heather you want to play with us don't you."

She nodded her head.

"Here is my phone number and email address." Roxy pulled a business card sized piece of paper from her purse and handed it to Heather. It was in fact a business card just not for a business. Roxy had gotten so tired of writing out her details for would be suitors that she carried cards around now.

Then she leaned over and gave heather a deep kiss. Neither woman had ever kissed another woman before and both thoroughly enjoyed it.

"When you are ready for some adventure give me a call Heather."

Heather moaned softly and nodded, unable to come up with any words. She stood and watched Roxy's beautiful ass as she strutted out to the car and got into the passengers seat. It was at that moment that Roxy allowed herself the first pussy flash of the night - for Heather and, as it turned out, the parking attendant.

"Would you like to fuck her Peter."

"I think I could be convinced."

"OK but me first." giggled Roxanne 

"Right now I desperately need you to fuck me Peter. I don't know if I can wait until we get home."

The parking garage from which the valet had just retrieved their car also had a public parking section. Peter pulled out of the hotel entrance and looped right back into the parking garage.

"Take off your dress Roxy."

Roxy did so immediately, pulling the skimpy bit of fabric over her head. Within seconds all she wore were her heels, earrings and the slut wife amulet Peter had asked her to put in her clit. She didn't know if the parking garage entrance would be manned or simply have a machine and ticket. She wasn't sure which she preferred until she saw that there was no attendant - she was disappointed she didn't get to show herself off.

Peter headed all the way to the top of the parking garage. It was an open air spot and he parked under a street light. He got out and walked to Roxanne's side of the car. Peter saw her full womanhood as he led her by the hand to the back of the car.

He bent his pretty, naked, slut wife over the trunk of the car. He slapped her ass then took of his pants. With his big throbbing cock in one hand Peter parted her pussy lips with the other hand and used his foot to spread her legs.

"Spread your legs slut."

Roxy obeyed instantly, hungry for his cock.

"Fuck me Peter. Fuck me like a filthy slut. Spread my pussy lips with that wonderful fat cock of yours."

Peter knew they were visible to anyone looking down from the surrounding buildings. It was late, but somebody might be watching.....maybe even Heather. 

In fact, Heather was standing on the balcony while her husband snored in their room. While Peter pushed Roxy's legs apart Heather pulled her own panties down. And while Peter thrust his cock into Roxy Heather fingered her own clit. Heather could see them but not hear them. Every time Peter slapped Roxy's ass Heather's nipples got harder and her pussy got closer to orgasm. She could see Roxanne's beautiful tits bouncing back and forth while Peter fucked her.

Roxy's first orgasm came with Peter fucking her from behind. She moaned and squealed so loud that Heather heard her. Roxy squirted her fuck juice all over the pavement. As her knees weakened Peter picked her up and put her on her back on the trunk of the car. Heather was entranced by the puddle Roxy had left while she watched Peter fuck her more. Roxy's big tits were bouncing and she was fingering her clit as she came to another orgasm. Peter pulled out of her and stroked his own cock while she slid off the car trunk onto her knees. Then he stepped forward and shot a load of hot cum on her face and tits before she swallowed the last of it. Peter helped his pretty wife to her feet and walked her to her car door. Heather saw Roxanne settle into her seat naked and covered in cum. Roxy played with her pussy all the way home.

Heather was jealous again as she saw Roxy brought to two pussy squirting orgasm She had never squirted and couldn't remember her last orgasm. Try as she did to appease her own pussy she had to go back into the hotel room unsatisfied and crawl into bed next to her snoring husband.....but first she checked to make sure she still had Roxy's card and that it was hidden in a safe place.