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Slut Wife

By: Sam3323



This is a continuation of For over 25 years... How Gloria continues her life of being unfaithful & the love oral sex.

Living in the South had changed our lives and for some reason changed the way our sex drive has increased to new levels.

Gloria started working part time in a retail store and I took a job in sales, which had me traveling all around the state of Florida.

The kids were all in school now and we were starting to prepare for our retirement years. 

We called for financial advisor to sit and discuss different options for us as a family.

The evening he arrived I was running late so Gloria started to explain to him just what we were interested in. During their conversation and feeling comfortable being in his company she was confessing to him about our past and present way our life has been going as husband and wife.

She said that she wanted some security in case we did ever break up. The interest of the children was the main factor.

Hearing what she was telling him gave him the idea that our marriage was on the rocks. Before I had arrived he gave her another business with his private number and told her to call whenever she wanted to talk or if she needed company while I was out of town.

I arrived home about an hour late and Gloria introduced me to Charlie about ten years my senior and about my height, six foot and probably around thirty pounds heavier than my one ninety. He had black hair that was cut very short and dark brown eyes. A fairly good-looking man.

As we sat around the table discussing all the options I noticed Charlie looking at Gloria in a very curious way. I guess he was imagining how she looked with no clothes on. She was dressed in shorts and a white pullover shirt that didn't show too much of her 36C breasts but did show they were there.

Watching him look at her was making me a little extra horny for her that evening. When we finished discussing the business at hand the three of us had coffee and just talked about where we all grew up and some of our childhood experiences.

The evening ended and Charlie said he would return when he does all the figures and let us know what would be a good plan for us.

Lying in bed that night Gloria and I were going over the details of our discussion with Charlie.

I looked Gloria in the eye and ask if she noticed how he looked at her.

"What do you mean?" she said.

"He wants to fuck you," I said.

"Don't be silly," she answered. 

"I can tell what a man is thinking when he has that look in his eye" I said. 

Gloria just smiled and shook her head. "Men, is that all you all ever think about?" "Didn't he make you feel uncomfortable as he stared at you?"

"Never noticed." she said as she rolled over to go to sleep. 

But she did notice and as she thought about Charlie she felt wet between her legs having trouble falling asleep just thinking about what may happen if he tried something?

The next morning she woke still thinking about the man that spent much time in their house the night before.

"Would I give in to his advances?" she thought. "No, the times with Pete were enough I love Sam and don't want to hurt him. I will set Charlie straight if he tries anything."

A week went by and Gloria was back to normal forgetting about the financial advisor just working all day and tending to the kids in the evening.

The phone rang and thinking it was me calling from out of town Gloria answered with a very cheerful "Hello love of my life." From the other end of the phone Charlie said, "Yes, I have been thinking a lot about you too." Gloria suddenly realized it wasn't who she thought and apologized with a shaking voice.

"Gloria! It's me Charlie I have some figures to go over with you." 

"Oh Gloria said I thought it was Sam calling." "Oh! He's out of town?"

"Yes he will be gone for at least two more days, can you call back then and we can set up an appointment?" 

"Oh sure whatever you like Gloria" 

"OK I will get back to you then" and she hung up.

What a fool I made of myself she thought. I'm so embarrassed how can I ever face this man?

The next day she didn't have to go in to work so she started her chores of cleaning the house and doing laundry. As she was working around the house she came upon the card that Charlie had given her. Holding it in her hand and thinking about what he looked like and how much of a man he was she was getting evil thoughts. 

No she thought I couldn't besides I made a fool of myself just yesterday on the phone. Dismissing her thoughts she decided it was time to shower and change to go to the supermarket and get something to make for dinner.

While in the shower soaping herself she had thoughts of Charlie. I wonder if he would like what I have here. Holding her 36C breasts up and running her fingers over her taunt nipples pulling gentle and rolling them between her fingers. Mmm his large hands covering my breasts and his lips kissing the tips of my nipples sucking them into his mouth. Mmm his hands roaming my body pushing his thick fingers into my love hole. How big is his cock? I wonder how wide it may be pulling her lips apart and imagining the feel of his wide cock stretching her lips apart rubbing the walls of her tender pussy. A noise from the bedroom snapped her back to reality.

It's the phone she heard. Running to answer grabbing a towel along the way she answered and it was him. 

"Hello Charlie yes I'M fine how about you?" "This neighbor hood?" "Oh I was just getting ready to go food shopping" "Oh OK but not for to long OK?" 

Dam she thought he's coming over. Getting dress quickly Gloria was all thumbs and still with the thoughts she had in the shower made her feel very uncomfortable.

Throwing on a pair of shorts and a halter with no bra and no panties she heard the front door bell ring. My God she thought he must have called from the driveway. He got here very quick.

Gloria opened the door still drying her shoulder length light brown hair. "Hi come in," she said as Charlie walked in with a briefcase in hand.

"You caught me coming out of the shower, and I haven't even had a chance to put any makeup on." 

Looking at Gloria in tighter than tight shorts and a very snug halter showing the full and roundness of her 36C breasts. He said, "You don't need makeup because you have natural beauty and a body to match."

Gloria blushed as she thanked him for the compliment and offered him a seat at the kitchen table.

"Coffee?" she said in a nervous and excited tone. 

"Sure thanks" as Charlie picked up on the excited tone in her voice and also noticed how hard and pointed her nipples were. He could see the roundness of her breasts and how perfect her nipples were pressing against the thin material. His cock began to swell in his pants as he sat and just stared at her as she moved to the counter to retrieve two coffee mugs. As she approached the table with mugs in hand Charlie put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

She spun to her left and pulled away a bit to put the mugs down. 

She walked toward him again and said "Please don't I'm happily married and I love my husband." Looking him in the eye she noticed a smile on his face.

"I'm sure you are happy and I'll bet you keep him happy too."

"Yes I hope I do keep him happy and I am faithful to him."

She went to get the coffee and came back to pour it. 

Watching her all the time and wondering what his next move may be. He wanted her bad now and had to think of something quickly.

"Gloria, do you really have three children or did you marry Sam with the kids?"

"We had them together, they are our children why?"

"I only ask because your body is so perfect I would never have guessed you had any children." "That flat solid stomach and such beautiful legs, I never would have thought you carried children."

Gloria was flattered and walked closer to Charlie to pour the coffee.

Charlie reached behind her and put his hand on the back of her thigh. 

Fearful of spilling the coffee Gloria didn't resist his touch. 

Since she didn't resist Charlie moved his hand gently up her leg to the edge of the tight material of her shorts. Squeezing gently and pushing his fingers up and under her shorts to her the base of her butt cheek.

Gloria set the coffee pot down and held Charlie's shoulder with her right hand to keep her balance. Her mind was racing back to the shower where she was daydreaming and fantasying how it would be with Charlie's touching her. 

Charlie pushed more of his finger up into her shorts until he felt her pubic hairs. Pulling her closer where her stomach was inches from his face he kissed her on her flat stomach and heard her gasp.

His fingers finding her pussy lips he entered them into her. Again a gasp and a moan.

"Please don't," she said. "Please Charlie, please." 

Charlie felt her getting weak as his fingers worked inside her pussy, his free hand went to her breasts. Rubbing her breasts over the material of the halter and his fingers in and out of her pussy, Gloria's leg began to weaken.

Feeling her weaken Charlie took advantage of that and ran his hand under her halter and lifted it to release her breasts from their confinement.

Gloria was near orgasm as he continued to finger her and finding her G spot. She was now shaky and ready to fall.

Taking her pointed hard nipple into his mouth and biting and grinding his teeth on it was driving her insane. Gloria slowly came to her knees before Charlie and reached for his belt.

"I want your cock, please take it out." 

Pulling at his belt then his pant button trying desperately to open his pants. Charlie helped her open his pants and she reached in to grasp and pull his hard cock out and into view.

She looked at his cock and loved the size of it. It had to be eight plus inches and wider than she had ever imagined. Her hand holding it looked like a child's hand holding a long beer can.

The large red head and the blue veins ran down the eight inches to a hairy base. Licking around the helmet and pulling up and down a few strokes she saw precum seeping out the tip.

Licking the precum and taking it into her mouth then licking the length of his shaft.

Charlie taking his masculine hands holding her tits rubbing her nipples with his palms was driving her to an erotic state.

Sucking his cock like it was her last meal made him hump forward to go deeper into her mouth.

She was a good cocksucker and enjoyed her work. She brought her mouth off his cock to lick the slit in the helmet then plunged back down to swallow more of his cock. Sucking hard and long then again lifting her head and licking around the shaft then again taking more into her mouth and feeling the head enter her throat.

Charlie was now holding her head and enjoying the skill of her sucking cock.

"Yes oh yes Gloria you are the best cocksucker I know." Charlie reached his peak and the more she put in her throat the closer he got to go over the top.

Sucking his cock was her enjoyment as well.

Before he reached his final orgasm he pulled her up and leaned her over the table, pulling her shorts off he took her from behind. Putting his cock to her hot pussy he entered her lips with no problem. She was wet and ready for his huge cock. Ramming her and holding her tits she pressed back against him taking everything he had to offer. 

They fucked like that for a long time until she felt him ready to come. She tightened her cunt lips and jerked his cock with her cunt. He shot load after load into her womb. When he shot his last load and pulled out of her she got to her knees and cleaned his cock dry.

Charlie sat back at the table and looked in disbelief at her.

"You are the best cocksucker I have ever met," he said to her. 

She smiled and thanked him.

Charlie left the house just in time before the school bus arrived.

Gloria went back to the shower to freshen up before she started to prepare dinner. Her planned dinner had to wait until tomorrow since she never made it to the store.

Charlie came back again when he knew Sam was out of town. 

After seeing each other for a month Charlie came one morning when she didn't expect him with a young man in his late twenties. They stood by the door both carrying briefcases

"Gloria I want you to meet Steve." "He is breaking in with me as a new addition to the firm."

Gloria reaching out her hand to shake his saying "Hello glad to meet you."

Steve looked her over real good and she felt his eyes all over her. Did Charlie tell him about us? I hope not.

Gloria invited them in and sat them both in the living room.

Sitting opposite them both she offered them a drink. Both accepted and the three of them sat and talked. 

Gloria looked Steve over and noticed what a good-looking man he was. Tall blonde hair blue eyes and a build like an athlete. As she was scanning him she noticed him scanning her body also. 

Her shorts were loose and the T-shirt she had on showed nothing of her body. But he looked like he had a good imagination.

Charlie asked for another drink and as Gloria went for his glass he grabbed her and pulled her to him. 

Stumbling over him she fell across the couch that both men were seated on. Falling into Steve's lap and across Charlie's Gloria was quite embarrassed. 

Charlie pulled her shorts down and reached under her shirt to take a handful of her breasts.

Getting very angry she tried to get up but Charlie held her down and told Steve to help himself.

"I told Steve all about you and what a good cocksucker you are." Gloria was livid but couldn't do anything about it.

"Relax and you will be OK," said Charlie.

"How dare you do this" Gloria screamed to him. With that Charlie pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and mauled her tit. "You are a slut so get to work and suck Steve's cock."

Holding her head still Steve leaned over and kissed her. Gloria opened her mouth and accepted his tongue and allowed him free passage to her breasts. Charlie finger fucking her was making her crazy with desire and realized she is a slut for anyone who wants her to be. Reaching into Steve's pants she removed his cock and balls.

Taking his large helmet into her mouth she felt as good as she ever had as long as she had a cock in her mouth. She sucked him off like the pro she was.

Charlie had removed her shorts and Steve lifted her shirt from her body. She laid there naked for both the men.

Charlie was like a madman working on her pussy with his fingers. Spreading her legs as she remained on their laps Charlie pressed his fingers from his free hand into her butt hole. Driving his fingers deep into the cavern of her bowels. 

Gloria was in heaven being used in both her holes and Steve mauling her tits and pulling her erect nipples from her tits. Gloria wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Charlie suggested they go into the bedroom.

Steve was young and came alive again once they went into the bedroom. On her hands and knees Gloria took Steve's cock from behind into her pussy hard and deep as she put her head between Charlie's legs and sucked his cock and balls into her mouth. Steve pounded her cunt hard like she wanted it. Driving into her as she took Charlie deep into her throat. 

Gloria was ready to over the top as Steve pounded her from behind and Charlie face fucking her.

Both men were ready to pop their nuts and Gloria was heading to a huge orgasm. Grunting and groaning as they pounded away at her Gloria was at her peak when both men started to cum. Their bodies tightened and the both shot load after load dumping their loads into Gloria.

Gloria swallowed all of Charlie's cum and her pussy sucked on Steve's cock to take him to a height he has never reached before.

For the remainder of the day they played with each other and fucked and sucked until all three were spent and exhausted. 

She enjoyed the threesome and looked forward for more. 

She invited Steve back for more of the same after he gave her the best of compliments.

Steve promised to come back with or without Charlie.

Slut Wife



The sun was rising over the sparkling waters of Echo Lake. The cries of the Loons could be heard welcoming another day.

It was to be my first day alone at our summer cottage in the Muskokas. My husband had returned to work in the city leaving me to enjoy the solitude of a summer escape away from the hectic pace of city life. 

We had recently purchased the cottage on the lake from its previous owner who worked with my husband. It was about a four hour drive from home if the traffic wasn't too bad.

The Muskokas are like another world, in the heart of the Canadian Shield, a vast expanse for granite rock and forest sprinkled with small sparkling lakes. Holidaying was the main industry.

It was to be my first time alone at the cottage. I was well stocked with food and booze and Rick had setup the satellite television so I could watch my soaps. I had my trusty cellphone if I needed to call for help.

There were about half-a-dozen cottages circling the shore of the small lake, about half of them occupied by their vacationing owners. The Terrell's farm was situated at the end of the lake where the county road led out to Bayville, the closest town.

The Terrell's were an elderly couple who had owned the land surrounding Echo Lake. Over the years they had sold the land parcel by parcel to city folk looking to build summer cottages. They lived on their small farm with its market garden and some livestock with their bachelor sons, forty-year-old Stan and Jimmy, his thirty-two-year old brother.

The Terrell boys had never married but chose to live with Mom and Dad. They were a couple of lazy wastes of space who spend their lives drinking and cavorting. The Terrell's farm was about a five minute walk down the road from our cottage.

It was going to be another hot day. It was the first week of July and already the temperatures were in the high eighties. Thankfully yht humidity in cottage country was not as high as in the city and there was always the refreshing water of the lake to cool off if it got too hot.

After coffee I decided to spend some time on the beach reading and starting on my tan. Our beach was quite private so I put on the bikini I had bought before coming up north. The bikini was much more risqué than I would normally wear but nobody would likely see me anyway.

I still felt naked after putting the tiny suit on. The two small triangles hardly contained my nipples and the bottoms barely cover the lips of my pussy while the b back was swallowed by my ass cheeks. Courageously I grabbed my book and a blanket and headed out to the beach.

The narrow roadway surrounding the lake bisected our lot slicing between the narrow sandy beach and the cottage backed by forest. I crossed the deserted roadway and spread my blanket close to the water's edge. The warm sun felt good as I lay on my blanket and began to read my book.

About and hour of peaceful solitude past as I enjoyed my body soaking up the sun's rays as I leafed through chapter after chapter of the novel. My peace was interrupted by the sounds of an approaching pedestrian. I looked down the roadway and saw Stan Terrell and his black and white mongrel Duke coming down the road.

I was trapped on the beach in my tiny bikini, trying to escape back into the cottage would put me right in Terrell's path. I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"Mornin Mrs. Greene." Terrell said standing about twenty feet from where I lay. 

I acknowledged his greeting as Duke ran over to where I lay. Immediately the dog began sniffing my crotch through the thin bikini bottom. Mortified I pushed the dog's head away from my body.

Duke emit6ted a low growl as Stan chastised him. 

"He loves pussy too!" Stan laughed.

I politely returned his laugh somewhat embarrassed.

"All alone for the week?" Terrell asked seeing the car gone.

I felt kind of reluctant to disclose my vulnerability, "For a little while." I answered non-comitial. 

"Well if you need anything, and I mean anything, let me know." Stan offered.

I knew he was implying sex primarily, "I think I'll be O.K." 

.Terrell and the dog continued down the lane and I resumed my sunbathing.

It was about 8 pm when I heard the knock on the cottage door. I had already had dinner and changed into a loose fitting lounging suit and was enjoying a bottle of wine while watching the Texas Chain Saw Massacre on TV. Being alone in the wilderness the movie was really scary.

Putting the D.V.D. player on pause I went to answer the door.

The sun was just setting over the lake and when I opened the door there stood all the Terrell men folk. Stan, Jimmy and Pa Terrell all stood there grinning.

"We thought you might like some company?" Stan Terrell announced.

I noticed they were all scanning my body which was naked under the satin suit like hungry dogs eying a juicy steak.

I had no alternative than to invite them in.

They all filed into the kitchen and Jimmy produced a crock of the Terrell's best homebrewed moonshine. Jimmy opened the old forty-ounce Vodka bottle and taking four drinking tumblers from the cabinet he filled each three-quarters full.

Handing a glass to each of us he proposed a local toast and they all poured the potent concoction down their throats.

I took a swig from my glass, I had already had a couple of glasses of wine but the potent brew scorched my throat as I swallowed.

Pa Terrell laughed at my contorted face, "Good stuff eh?"

With the wine I had already consumed the homemade screech had the desired effect almost immediately, I was bombed, piss-faced, drunk.

Suddenly we were in the sitting room and I was surrounded by Terrell's. They were getting very friendly, torching me in a very familiar way. I felt a hand on my breast, gently squeezing it through the satin material. I was too far gone to resist.

Then I felt a hand slip under my top and scoop my bare breasts and began fingering my nipple. Another pair of hands were pulling my suit bottoms down my legs and suddenly I was naked, my top bunched up around my neck. Hands were all over me, groping and squeezing my bare flesh. Suddenly Stan was on top of me and I felt his cockhead forcing its way between my legs.

Stan's cock slid into me as hands held my ankles apart. It was the first time I had another man's cock in me since my college days. He felt bigger than my husband and instinctively my hips began to squirm with the foreign cock invading my most intimate space.

I was still dealing with Stan fucking me when I felt another cockhead pressed against my lips. I looked up and saw old Pa Terrell forcing his cock into my mouth. A thumb went in my mouth and wrenched my jaw open allowing Pa's cock to fill my mouth with his erection. I had two generations of Terrell's in me, one in each end. 

Stan's cock was reaching far inside of me and he had fallen into a steady rhythm of sliding in and out. Involuntarily my body responded to the stimulation of his cock, I found my hips gyrating in time with his thrusts. Stan was thrusting uncontrollable in me and I was giving myself to him. My pussy began secreting lubricant as it always did when I got fucked.

I was flabbergasted, here I was being sexually abused by three strangers the night following my husband leaving me alone and responding to their cocks. My lips were sealed around Pa Terrell's cock and I was sucking him like my life depended on it!

"Oh yea baby!" Pa moaned as his cock twitched in my mouth.

I knew he was about to blow in me but I continued sucking his dick greedy for his cum. Pa's cum flooded my mouth in amazingly powerful volleys of thick, stringy jism. His snot slid down my throat like a lazy snail as I ingested his sperm.

Stan grunted as he released his deluge of cum into my now sloppy cunt. The rapid firing of two cocks into me sent me over the top and an orgasm took me.

"Oh fuck!" I cried as Pa's cum leaked from the corner of my mouth.

I was still descending from my orgasm when Jimmy's cock slipped into me replacing his brother's. Stan stuffed his cum coated dick into my mouth to be revived.\

Jimmy picked up where Stan had left off, I was being gang-raped and enjoying it. I had just had a more intense orgasm than I had experienced in years and Jimmy's cock was promising another.

Stan's cock crammed my mouth much fuller than his father's had. He was hardening again and thrusting his shaft further into my throat. I had learned in my younger days the best angle to hold my chin to allow a cock to deepthroat me without gagging, I was taking Stan's entire cock into my head.

Jimmy was a big guy, perhaps weighing over two hundred and eighty pounds .with a very hairy body. He was not the kind of guy I would choose to fuck if I had wanted to but now his cock was in me I was enjoying it. I moaned as his cock reached far inside of me.

I could see Pa Terrell sitting across the room with a glass of screech watching his two boys ravishing the city girl. He was the picture of a proud father watching is sons making me moan and groan with pleasure knowing his sperm was already in my belly.

"Fuck her good boys!" he coached.

Jimmy was slamming me down into the couch while Stan revived his cock in my mouth. I could feel Stan's cock hardening and Jimmy's throbbing as it was about explode in me drenching me with more of the Terrell seed.

Here I was naked as a jay-bird with three men I had only casually met previously pumping their cum into me and I was enjoying it. I wondered what my husband would think if he could see his loving wife now?

"Come in me Jimmy!" I groaned in a throaty voice as I felt another orgasm budding around the head of his cock.

He needed no encouragement, he was on the short strokes, pistoning in and out of me like a stallion on a mare in heat.

Stan's cream began to flood my mouth, surge after surge, I thought he would never stop cumming. I realized how much sperm he must have deposited inside of me when he fucked me. I gulped down his jism as fast as I could trying not to let any escape.

That was the moment Jimmy and I came together in perfect unison. With two ejaculating cocks in me I started to ascend the stairway to heaven.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I screamed, my own obscenities surprising me.

Jimmy slammed me with the final coup d' grace that hurled me over the edge into that chasm of rapture. The room went dim as I passed out. 

My eyes opened and I felt a cock sliding in and out of my cunt. Pa Terrell came into focus as he rode my body. 

My mouth was coated with a thick coating of sperm and dried cum frosted my lips. Cum was everywhere, on my face, in my hair and all over my bare breasts. I knew a large quantity was stored inside of me. I was the Terrell's slut for the night.

The sun had set and the last cries of the Loon could be heard across the lake as I sat on Stan's huge erection. I was allowing this backwoods man to fuck me in the ass.

My asshole quickly adjusted to the size of Stan's cock and had swallowed its entire length into my bowels. Unexplainably I began lifting myself up and down on his embedded shaft if a fucking motion. Stan grasped my hips holding so his cock would not escape my warm cavern.

Pa Terrell was now offering me his spent cock to clean in his mouth. One more gasp as Stan reamed my ass and I opened my mouth to take his father's cock in.

In an amazing feat of contortion Jimmy maneuvered himself into a position he could enter my now sloppy pussy. With ease his cock slid into me and I had all the Terrell's cocks in me at the same time!

I felt I was being cluster bombed by a B52 as they all started exploding into me, pumping the family sperm into each of my openings. The sensation was too much forcing yet another mega orgasm from my exhausted body.

The fucking and sucking continued well into the night until the Terrell boys left satiated. I did not have the strength to was but just fell asleep on my bed wallowing in cum.

The following morning I felt like I had been hit by a train and the entire army had cum in my mouth.

After half-a-dozen cups of coffee I went down tio the lake and boldly entered the water naked.

The water was cool and refreshing, restoring my wretched body back to normal.

As I frolicked naked in the water Big Rich drove by in his old pickup truck. Seeing me obviously naked in the water he blew his horn and waved to me. Unabashed I brazenly returned his wave, my bare breasts completely exposed to him.

Big Rich was a local and had a small wooden house further down the lake. He was not married but had various women staying with him from time to time. Retired from the Marine Corps Big Rich was still a hulk of a man with the body of a man half his age.

I was kind of expecting it when later in the day Big Rick knocked on my door. 

"Do you need me to pick anything up in town?" he asked.

I assured him I had everything I needed as he stared through the open neckline pof my short terry robe at my naked breasts. I was nude under the robe having just slipped it on ov er my naked body when I emerged from the lake.

I don't know why, maybe I did, but I invited him in for a drink.

I had three-quarters of a bottle of vodka and a selection of soda and juices to mix with it. Big Rich settled in the sitting room couch while I poured him a generous slug of vodka on the rocks.

I sat in the chair opposite him nursing my drink. I opened my legs enough so I knew he could see right up under my robe to by bare pussy.

While he stared at my exposed pussy I guided the conversation around to sex.

"God I really need to get fucked!" I brazenly announced.

In seconds I was naked on the couch with Big Rich on top of me.

His cock was fat and hard as a rock as he filled my hungry cunt with his meat.

"Oh yes!" I groaned as my pussy was filled once again with cock.

My hips thrashed under Big Rich as he drove his cock into where I really needed it. I was becoming a slut, a whore wife, I needed a cock in me, any cock!

"Fuck me hard!: I moaned as my hips rose up the meet his plunging cock.

I could feel his big cock kissing my cervix as he reached all the way into my hungry fuck hole. I craved for him to blast his potent sperm all over my scavenging ovaries.

"Give me a baby!" I pleaded.

It was not a shallow plea, I was not taking the pill but relying on my diaphragm to prevent pregnancy. The diaphragm was still in my bedside table drawer where it had been the previous night when the Terrell's fed my womb. 

Big Rich fucked me for over an hour before I was satisfied. Orgasm after orgasm, him on top of me pounding his cock deep into me, I was on top riding his cock like a cowgirl riding a bronco and he slammed me "doggy" a couple of times.

After I had worn him out he asked me if I wanted to go to the Blackfly later. The Blackfly is .a pub located on an island in Lake Muskoka accessible only by boat. It is a gathering spot for the locals, an old house with the ground floor made into a bar. The proprietor was an old guy who lived upstairs. I had heard about the Blackfly but never been there. Wanting to avoid the return of the Terrell's I agreed to go with Big Rich.

It was about a fifteen minute boat ride from the Baysville dock to the Blackfly. We had arrived in Baysville in Big Rich's pickup and he borrowed an aluminum boat with an outboard to get to the island.

The light was dim when we entered the Blackfly. There were about a dozen guys scattered around and no women. All eyes were on as we entered, Big Rich was a regular at the Blackfly and the guys knew he had a talent for picking up women who wanted cock.

I had dressed casually for our night out, blue jeans and one of my husband's plaid shirts with my Nikes. Even so the guys looked at me with lust in their eyes.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I scanned my surroundings. The walls were lined with an assortment of stuffed fish, prize winning Bass and Trout. An old pool table that countless games had been played dominated the back portion of the room.

The patrons all looked like locals, there were two guys about my age and the others were all older.

Big Rich guided me to a table in the corner while he ordered our drinks from Alec the proprietor. I noticed one of the younger guys go over to the juke box and drop some coins in. He was a tall slim guy dressed like a winnable cowboy, denim jeans and jacket with western boots wearing a black cowboy hat. In a few minutes Patsy Cline began wailing "Crazy".

As Big Rich was putting our drinks on the table the cow poke approached and asked Big Rich if he could dance with me. Big Rich smiled with pride as he offered me to the stranger.

As he took me to the small dance floor area the stranger introduced himself as "Slim Perkins". Slim took me in a tight grasp as we began to move slowly as the others watched.

I felt Slim's hand caressing my ass through my jeans as he held me in a tight embrace. His body was pressed tightly against mine and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy through our jeans. He pulled my ass in tighter so I could feel his cock twitching eager to get into me.

I was beginning to get horny again when the song ended.

Slim was replaced by Big Rich as George Jones began wailing how she got the gold and he got the shaft.

"How would you like all these guys to fuck you?" Big Rich whispered into my ear, "They all got hard-ons for you."

"Get out of here!" I blushed. Big Rich began unfastening the buttons down the front of my shirt. Undoing the last one he peeled the shirt off my arms revealing my overflowing bra. The shirt fell to he floor as I felt the tension on my bra release. Big Rich pulled the bra away allowing my big creamy white mounds to tumble into everyone's view.

The room roared as I stood there half naked before them.

I was suddenly being dragged over to the pool table by a dozen hands. Lifted onto the felt top hands began to unfasten my jeans and then they were being pulled down my legs along with my panties. I was laying naked across the table.

Hands were all over me as the table became surrounded with guys. They were groping my tits, penetrating my pussy and trying to enter my asshole. Suddenly a large hard cock flopped onto my lips.

A thumb forced its way into my mouth prying my lips apart. The anonymous cock entered my mouth. It was a big cock and my lips sealed around it as my tongue jockeyed it into place. I inhaled and began sucking as I felt my legs being forced apart.

My legs were hanging over the side of the table when the cock slid into my cunt. It felt strange having a cock fucking me when I could not even see the owner. It did not feel like Big Rich's cock, it felt like one I had never had before. My fuck-hole gripped it tightly as my hips began to gyrate. Around the unknown cock.

As I was being fucked and sucking a stranger's cock the third cock touched my face.

Some how the third cock entered my mouth and I was sucking it alternatively with the other, sometimes both of them jousting to be in my mouth at the same time. I knew I was in for a mega load of cum whether started ejaculating. 

My cunt was now being pounded steadily by the unknown cock which was nearing dousing my womb with more potent cum at any minute. All of this cock action was quickly bringing me to the first of many orgasms I would experience with the Blackfly gang.

The cocks in my mouth began irrupting first, huge volleys of thick, salty brine flooded my mouth. The cum was a thick sticky paste clinging to the roof of my mouth, my teeth and tongue. I found I had acquired a taste for sperm as one acquires a taste for olives, rolling it around in my mouth a savoring its texture and tang. As I greedily fed on the cock's fruit the second began spurting more hot jism onto my lips. Large strings of man snot clung to my lips and hung from my chin. My tongue swirled around harvesting the spilled cum into my mouth where I could swallow it. 




Slut Wife



As the hot liquid slid down my throat I felt the unmistakable sensation of my cunt receiving a fresh load of sperm from the cock fucking me. It was too much, I moaned as the cum from three cocks flowed into me.

With my husband I never knew orgasms could be so intense. Time after time I was experiencing mega multiple orgasms with a multitude of cocks ravishing me. I no longer cared who was fucking me, when one cock vacated my cunt my legs remained open to receive the next one. Cock after cock exploded in my pussy whilst other drained into my mouth.

The orgy went on until gradually the place emptied out. I lay naked on the pool table, my body frosted with spent sperm. A couple of the guys were still using my pussy and month when I realized Big Rich had gone.

Alarmed I asked Joe the proprietor where Big Rich had gone.

"He left you to spend the night with me." the old Hungarian declared.

Joe had already fucked me along with all the others so the prospect of spending the night in his bed was not that big of a deal.

Joe let me take a bath before getting into his bed. The whole upstairs smelt musty and was furnished with what appeared to be fifty-year-old salvaged items. 

The big old bed was covered with flannel sheets that hadn't been laundered in weeks and an old army blanket. I slipped into the bed naked and waited for Joe to come upstairs after locking up.

My eyes closed and I dozed off exhausted from countless cocks pounding my body all night.

I don't know how long I had been sleeping before I was awaken by Joe on top of me sliding his cock in and out of my cunt. 

My pussy had quickly started getting wet again and my hips were in auto-fuck. I had become a fucking machine. 



Slut Wife



I have always been a jealous husband and the thought of my beautiful wife sleeping with someone else drove me crazy. Of course, she was faithful as far as I knew, but I knew the statistics - more than 50% of women cheat on their husband. Some of my guilt was due to my own transgressions of course. I had cheated on her a few times over the years - nothing serious, just the occasional one night stand, but as far as I was concerned, that didn't really count.

I am an old school chauvinist even though I am only in my 40's, and in my view it's fine if the husband fucks other women as long as he is discreet. But a wife cheating on a husband is inexcusable.

So, I was surprised at my reaction one night, when we were out at a party and I saw her flirting with other guys. I saw this tall guy lean up to her and whisper something in her ear and she laughed and touched his arm. All very innocent, but I know her well and I knew that she liked him.

On the drive home, I asked her, "So what did you think of that party?"

"It was alright," she replied.

I put a hand on her bare knee and edged it upwards. "I noticed you having a good time with that guy, what's his name?"

"Who?"

"Don't act all innocent, you know who I'm talking about, that tall guy."

"Oh you mean Brad? Don't be silly, he's harmless."

"Then why," I asked pulling her panties to the side and thrusting a finger into her cunt, while not taking my eyes off the road, "is your cunt wet?"

"Sam!" she gasped. "What is the matter with you? Take your hand off!" She pulled my hand away and I didn't resist, because the exit was just coming up.

Later that night, I had her wear a red silk teddy and fucked her hard. 

"You ever think about fucking anyone else?" I asked as I pounded into her. 

"No never," she replied, her eyes closed.

"You are thinking about Brad's cock in your cunt right now, aren't you my sweet slut?"

"No, how can you say such a thing?" she replied, even as I thrust into her.

I came inside her and then as she lay in the crook of my arm, I said, "I think of you with one guy, no actually 2 guys fucking you while I watch. You are sucking one guy off and the other guy is pounding into you, fucking you from the back and you are moaning like a slut in heat."

She gasped and spread her legs wider. I put one, then 2 fingers into her wet gaping pussy. "Look at you, you are all wet and horny just thinking about it, aren't you my slut?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head, but didn't stop me from fucking her pussy with my fingers.

I had an idea. I stood up and looked around in the desk until I found my camera.

She looked at me. "What are you doing?"

"Spread your legs, we are going to take some pictures."

"No way," she said, putting her legs together and covering her large juicy tits with her arms.

"Spread your legs. Now!" I shouted and pulled her arms to her side, and forced her legs apart.

She didn't resist this time and for the next 20 minutes, she listened to my instructions as I took pictures. I made her lie down on her stomach and spread her pussy lips, on her back with a dildo in her cunt. I made her suck me while I took pictures, and then I lubed up the dildo and thrust it into her ass while fucking her from the back. That picture was difficult to take, but I finally managed to get that one done.

"You want to see them?" I asked.

"No, I am going to sleep," she said.

"OK, these are going on the internet tomorrow." I saw the look on her face. "Don't worry, I will blur your face."

The next day, I posted the pictures on a website for amateur porn. Titled "My Slut Wife" the pictures had a thousand hits in a few days and my inbox was flooded with emails of guys who wanted to thrust their hard dicks into my wife's mouth, cunt , and ass.

"Check it out honey, you're a hit with the guys," I called out to her.

She looked over my shoulder and blushed as she saw the pictures of the erect cocks, men of all sizes and colors - black, and brown, and white. Some with larger cocks than my own modest 6 inch one and some with smaller.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck these guys?" I asked. As was her habit, she didn't say anything and I took her by the hand to the bedroom to give her a good fucking.

A few weeks later, we went to a seaside resort. We did this every year, but this year was going to be different. I could feel the tension in the air as I told her what I wanted her to pack. 

"Make sure you get that skimpy bikini and all your sluttiest lingerie and clothes. We are going to party!"

We got there in the evening and by 9 that night - it was a Friday - we were read to hit the clubs.

"What should I wear?" she asked.

I picked out black stilettos, a short skirt, a white clingy top. She was wearing lacy panties and a bra that showcases her breasts to perfection.

Once she was ready, I took a few photographs of her. "Turn around, and lift your skirt up, show me that ass, very good. Now sit down here for a second, and spread your legs. Show me your cunt, that's it, part your pussy lips for the camera. Beautiful."



The music in the nightclub was the usual thumping loud bass that always reminds me of fucking. But then, most things remind me of fucking. We found a table near the dance floor and I went to get the drinks. When I came back, she was laughing and talking with 2 guys - a blonde guy and a black guy, both in their 20's, buff and handsome.

"What's up guys? I see you've met my pretty wife." I shook their hands, and they introduced themselves.

"Don," the white guy said. "Armando," the black guy introduced himself.

"Hey man, do you mind if I ask your beautiful wife to dance?" Armando asked.

"Be my guest," I replied.

He extended his hand to hers and she looked at me. I nodded and she took his hand with a smile.

Don and I watched as Armando expertly danced with my wife. Salsa music came on and Armando spun and twirled my wife with expertise.

"Wow, he's good," I said.

"Yeah he's smooth. Most women want to fuck him by the time he's done with the dancing."

By the look of it, my wife wanted to feel his cock inside her. A flush had come over her and she was grinding her hips against his strong thigns with a bit more vigor than seemed necessary.

"Why don't you join them?" I told Don.

"You're sure man? I mean I get kind of crazy on the dance floor."

"She's an adult. If it's fine with her, it;s fine with me."

He smiled and headed to the dance floor.

I got myself another drink and watched the show. She was now dancing with both of them, sandwiched between them like a slut. Don was was holding her from the back and Armando was dancing in front of her, and then they would switch positions. They had their hands on her hips, and once or twice I thought I saw her hands brush their crotches.

The dance floor was a bit empty and I saw several people staring at the threesome.

I had a raging hardon. It was time.

I walked to the dance floor and shouted over the music. "Come on, let;s go back to the hotel."

I got into the car and my wife was about to sit in front, when I stopped her. "No get into the back with the guys. You sit in between them. Give them company."

I adjusted the rear view mirror so i could see them. her skirt was riding up and the guys each had an arm around her.

"Did you guys have a good time?" I asked

"You bet, your wife is hot." Don said.

"The best man," Armando said.

"These guys can dance," my wife said.

"They are horny and they want to fuck you," I replied and we all laughed like it was the funniest thing.

"I bet you are wet for them, aren't you babe?" I asked.

"Yeah. I am." She said in a soft voice.

"Armando, get her panties off and make sure her pussy is nice and wet."

He lifted her ass off the car seat and Don pulled the panties off, smelling it deeply. "Hmmm nothing smells like wet pussy."

My wife spread her legs and I watched as Armando put a finger in and lifted it in the air, then licked it.

"She's wet alright, I think she's ready for my 9 inch cock."

We walked into the hotel room and my wife caught up with me. "OK, I think we've gone far enough right? I mean these guys want to have sex with me and you are okay with it?"

"Let's just go with the flow, ok honey? If they want to fuck you and you want to fuck them I would love to see that happen. "

She became silent and I turned the key and opened the room door.

I put on some soft jazz and opened a bottle of wine, poured us all a glass.

"So where were we?" I asked.

"Well, I had a finger in your wife's cunt," Armando replied.

"Let me see the two of you dance," I said.

Armando and my wife dances a slow dance. I was aware that she had no panties on and the front of Armando's pants were bulging like a tent.

"Armando, my wife would love to see your cock, right honey?"

She nodded.

"Go on babe, take it out and look at it. That's it, kneel down and take off his belt. There. Undo the zipper and pull it out. Wow, that is a big one, man."

She held his thick huge black cock about an inch from her face. Don had meanwhile taken out his own cock and was stroking it. I got my video camera out.

"Now suck his cock, babe, there you go."

My shy wife had a thick huge cock in her mouth and she was sucking it as if she was starving for cock.

I went closer with the camera.

"Don, come over here."

Don stood next to Armando with his cock, about 7 inches long but very thick looking.

"Now suck Don's cock, Cindy," I said to my wife.

She began sucking his cock as well. I took of my clothes and lifted her skirt up, and began rubbing her pussy.

She moaned as she continued to suck their cocks.

"Let us move to the bed," I said.

She got up and lay down on the bed, slightly drunk but very horny as she tends to get when she has had a lot to drink.

"OK, guys I want you to fuck the shit out of her," I said to them. It was like directing my own porn movie starring my wife.

"Spread your legs like a good little slut, there you go."

I focused the camera as Don got in between her legs and putting the head of his cock at her pussy lips thrust it in.

Armando began fucking her mouth by straddling her face. She was getting the pounding of her life and she lifted her legs, spread them wide and wrapped them around Don's waist.

This was what I had always fantasized about. What I had feared a long time back but embraced. Wives are going to cheat on their husband and you might as well be there to film it.

"Turn her over and fuck her from the back."

They flipped her over and she complied, "Oh that feels so good fuck me fuck me." she moaned.

Armando began fucking her from the back and I looked in the viewfinder as his thick huge cock thrust in and out of her cunt with wet slapping sounds. Don stood in front of her and offered her his cock which she grabbed and began slurping on it.

"Now straddle Armando, " I told her.

I put the camera on a shelf so it could capture all the action and then directed her until she was in a cowgirl position on Armando.

I got a bottle of lube and began applying that to her asshole. I used a small dildo to expand her asshole and then put my cock inside.

Now Armando and I were fucking her, my cock in her ass, and his in her cunt, while Don fucked her mouth and the camera recorded everything.

This was beautiful and when we finally all came together and her face and ass and cunt was covered with cum, I felt closer to her than ever before.

We had 3 more days at this resort and I could not wait for more.



Slut Wife



Billie thought having a big brother was supposed to be a good thing; you know, someone to look out for you, someone to prevent anyone from bulling you; well that didn't work for him, his brother Frank was his bully. It started in middle school when he wanted to hang out with his brother, but Frank didn't want him to. "Go away Billie, I'm hanging out with my friends and you're not one of them."

In high school Billie had his friends and Frank had his but Billie envied him. He was athletic; playing football and baseball and the girls all wanted to hang out with that type. Billie had two best buds Charlie and Tommy but they couldn't get girlfriends. He could understand that the hot chicks wanted to hang out with the jocks, but even the plain ones weren't interested in them, so they amused themselves playing computer games.

Billie had one thing Frank didn't, he was clever and went on to college and Frank dropped out after graduating high school. Still had no luck with girls, so he concentrated on his studies and graduated with honors in computer science. He landed a good paying job at HI-TECH COMPUTERS and soon owned a two bedroom condo downtown.

His brother was not so lucky. He had a construction job in a nearby city but had been fired for coming in late or missing to many days work. He wanted to come and live with Billie until he got a new job and found his own place to live. Billie was not too happy about it but as they say, "blood is thicker than water," so he agreed.

While he considered Frank moving in bad luck he had some good luck at work. One of the file clerks at work, Kathy, was so gorgeous that he often found himself staring at her and day dreaming. One day she came over to him and asked, "How come you have never asked me for a date? Every other guy in the office has, even the married ones."

"You're so beautiful I thought I never had a chance."

"Those guys just want to have sex with me. I had several boyfriends in high school and college that I slept with. After a while they dumped me to go after someone new. Somebody told me, why would you buy the cow when you can get the milk for free. So, I'm looking for someone that's interested in me, not just my pussy. Are you somebody like that Billie, hmm?

"Oh yes, I would never disrespect you that way."

"I thought you might say something like that. OK, this Friday you can take me to the Olympia dinner theatre were the musical Miss Saigon is playing. Better call and make reservations right away before the best seats are gone." She could tell how eager he was. "And why not wear a tuxedo," she said with a grin. 

That Friday he was both excited and nervous while he waited in the lobby of her apartment for her. When she came out of the elevator he saw she was wearing a short summer dress, not exactly formal wear. "Billie, I was just kidding when I said wear a tuxedo, I thought you knew that. It's a dinner theatre not the opera; but I must admit you do look cute in that penguin suit." Over dinner she pumped him for information about himself. She found out his brother was living with him on a temporary basis, and although he tried to hide it, she also found out he was a virgin. "Why Billie, that's wonderful. I didn't think there were any virgin boys over the age of eighteen. If I wanted to train you I wouldn't have to get rid of any bad habits you might have picked up."

So Friday nights became their regular date nights. He always asked her where she wanted to go or do, and he could tell she liked that, and she liked to tell him how to dress too. He remembered one Friday when she asked him to wear a suit, she came dressed in jeans and a T shirt. When he asked her about that she said, "You look so handsome when you dress up for me like that." On another occasion she said, "Dressing up for me shows respect for me."

When the basketball team was in town on a Friday she always wanted to go and she insisted he purchase the most expensive seats, the ones called floor seats. She said she liked looking at all the hunky guys. He just kind of fell into doing whatever she wanted to do. One night they were sitting in her favorite bar after the game and she surprised him by saying, "Billie, I think we should get married. I like a guy that puts my needs and wants first."

"Oh thank you Kathy, I mean I want to marry you soo much."

"Then get down on your knees, hold my hand and ask me properly?"

"Here in the bar? There's so many people around."

"It's OK if you don't want to marry me."

Billie immediately got on his knees and taking her hand in his said, "Please, please Kathy, will you be my wife. I love you so much and I'll do my best to make you happy."

"You beg so nicely; yes I'll marry you." 

That started a new phase in their relationship as they planned for the wedding and after. Actually she did the planning and he agreed with her. She said she was going to quit her job and be a stay at home wife. He agreed with that whole heartily. He knew how the guys at work were always hitting on her. She wanted the wedding to be in her home town of Abbotsville, about 60 miles from Los Angeles and the honeymoon to be in Jamaica. Of course he agreed with that also. She said maybe they could do a little more than kiss now that they were engaged. Up to this point their sex life consisted of her kissing him on the cheek when he dropped her off at home or an occasional brief kiss on the lips. She mentioned that her roommate did not like guys much so they should go to his place. He mentioned that his brother was still living with him and she said I'm sure he won't mind. She also said she likes to relax after a date with a rum and coke so to make sure he had some. 

Billie was quite excited the first time he brought her home. He didn't know what exactly would happen other than it should be more sex of some kind for him. When he brought her in, Frank was at home watching TV. He was wearing shorts with no shirt. "Oh my Billie, your brother is so handsome; maybe I'm dating the wrong brother." Billie could see that it pleased Frank but it annoyed him. "Did you buy rum and coke like I asked? You know that's my favorite drink." Frank said that was his favorite drink also. "Billie go make my drink and make one for Frank also. I like mine without ice; how do you want yours Frank?

"I like mine without ice also."

"We have so much in common, come sit beside me and tell me all about yourself."

Billie was annoyed that they seemed to be getting along so well and they just met. He didn't drink much but he wasn't going to let them drink liquor without him. "I think I'll have a rum and coke also but I'm taking mine with ice."

"Only wimps drink liquor with ice. Be a man and drink without diluting it." He didn't want Frank to embarrass him in front of Kathy so he skipped the ice. When he got back Frank was telling Kathy about some of his high school days and that Billie was such a dork in school that he couldn't get a date. "I felt sorry for him so I told one of my girlfriends that she had to go out with Billie and show him a good time. She didn't want to but I insisted. The next day I asked her how it went. She told me that she had barely touched his cock but that was enough to make him cum in his pants."

"I feel so sorry for you Billie. Get us all another round of drinks and I'm going to let you suck my titties." He wanted to do it but not with Frank there. He was going to say something about that when he came back with a fresh round of drinks only to find Kathy had already removed her blouse and bra and Frank was feeling one of her breasts. "Frank stop that you sleezeball, these are for Billie to suck, not for you to play with." Billie was still reluctant but if he didn't do it Frank would be calling him a wimp or a dork or one of his other names for him so he did. She was holding his head against one of her breasts and he was kissing it. "Don't kiss it, get the nipple in your mouth and suck it." After a while she said, "That's good Billie now do the other one. He heard a kissing sound and glanced up to see Frank kissing her. He pulled away and Kathy pushed Frank away. She looked a little embarrassed but Frank had a smirk on his face. "Let's have a couple more drinks and then I'm going home," she said but she remained topless.

Billie already felt he had drank too much but he was determined to keep up with them. What he didn't know was after the first drink he passed out and they laid him out on the living room rug. After Billie passed out Kathy wanted Frank to help her get him to bed but Frank said, "Leave him sleeping on the floor. That's were wimps should sleep. Now I can get back to playing with you without his complaining."

"Who said you could play with me, he's my fiancée you know. I should get ready and go home."

"No it's my turn to suck your tits and you tell me who does it best." Without waiting for an answer he pushed her back on the sofa and with one hand he massaged her breast pinching her nipple with his fingers and his other hand pushed up under her skirt to massage her panty covered pussy. When he felt her hips twitch against his fingers he knew he was getting to her and when he started to pull off her skirt she lifted her hips a little to help him. He picked her up in his arms and headed for his bedroom.

When she realized where he was headed she said, "Frank, put me down this minute," and she wiggled her legs in a weak attempt to break free. He carried her into his bedroom and dropped her down on the bed. She watched as he stripped off his pants and shorts. He ignored her weak protest and falling on top of her, he worked his cock so that it was pressing against her pussy through her panties. Then he started giving her open mouth kisses and still managed to massage one of her breasts. Her hips were starting to push against his cock through her panties, and he asked her to lift her hips so that he could pull her panties off. "No I won't; let me go."

Frank was too horny for that. "I'll teach you not to say no to me. I'm going to spank your ass." He just used his hand but he did spank her hard.

"Stop spanking me, it really hurts."

"Are you going to take off your panties for me?"

"OK Frank, I'll do it, just stop spanking me." She no sooner had removed them than Frank thrust into her deep. He was surprised he entered her so easily, but for her he reached a deep itch and she bucked up against him trying to drive him deeper. She realized she had not had sex in a while and denying Billie had also meant denying her too. She would have to take care of that. She wondered how good Billie would be at pussy sucking. Frank's deep hard thrusts were building her rapidly toward an orgasm and she wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place. She suddenly thought I'm supposed to be mad at him, oh well, I guess it's too late for that. She wasn't quite there yet when she felt him spurt in her but that was enough to trigger her own orgasm. They rested a little, still coupled until she relaxed her legs and he pulled out to lie beside her.

Frank said, "I'm moving out when the two of you get married, however I work out at a gym near here every Wednesday. I would like to come and visit you after my workout but before Billie gets home." 

"I would like that." She knew she should get up and go home, but it felt so good to lie cuddled beside him that when he pulled up a cover over them she soon fell asleep.

She woke up with a start. What am I doing in Frank's bed and where is Billie? She quickly got dressed and was relieved to see Billie still asleep in the living room. She shook him awake saying "Billie, get up you have to drive me home."

"What are you doing still here? You could have taken a taxi home. Where did you sleep anyway?

"I slept in your bed silly. Where did you think I would sleep?" He drove her home and when he got back Frank was still asleep in his bed but Billie noticed his bed had not been slept in.

Kathy set a date for their wedding. It was going to be in her home town with her mom and dad holding the reception in their home. Her maid of honor was going to be Beverly, her best friend in school, and Billie's best man was going to be Brian, a family friend and an ex-boyfriend of Kathy. She said now that they had set a date they could enjoy more sex, and she asked him if he had ever sucked pussy. He told her of course not. "That's OK. I'll teach you. I can't take you to my place because of my roommate but we could do it at your place, I'm sure Frank won't mind." Billie said no. He wasn't sure what happened the night he passed out on the floor but he had a gut feeling that it was better to keep them away from each other.

Kathy's mom said they needed to come to Abbotsville for a couple days to help work out some of the details for the wedding; things like arranging for a church and a pastor, getting a caterer for the reception and stuff like that. They drove to Abbotsville and checked into the Holiday Inn for two days. Later he met her parents for the first time. He could tell Alice her mom and Tom her dad didn't like him. How come parents never like their daughter's choice?

"So what do you do for a living?" Tom asked Billie.

"I'm a systems analyst for HI-TECH computers."

"So someone pays you to play with computers? Why don't you get a real job? Kathy's last boyfriend Brian was a welder and the one before that was in construction." Billie was glad when Kathy said it's time to return to the hotel.

Back at the hotel they had a few drinks in the hotel bar before retiring to their room. "Billie, I'm going to show you how to pleasure me. Now don't worry because you haven't done this before because I'll teach you everything you need to know. I'm even going to wear my honeymoon pajamas for you." She put on her silky baby doll pajamas and had him strip down to his shorts. Laying on the bed with her legs spread wide she said, "Come and kiss my pussy through my silky panties." He did what she told him. "Now try and push your tongue right through my panties and into my pussy. I know you won't be able to do that but the pressure on my clit will feel really good.

Again he did what she wanted. "Now Billie, pull down my panties and use your tongue on my clit. You need to work your tongue as fast as you can all around my clit." A bit later she said, "I'll make you a good pussy satisfier yet. Now I want you to push your tongue in my pussy as fast and deep as you can. When I tap your head I want you to suck, to try and suck out all my pussy juice." He tried his best to follow her instructions and when he heard her moan and grip his head, and when her pussy juice wet his tongue he knew he had satisfied her. "Billie that was soo good. With a little more training you will be a great pussy sucker. Now we had better get some sleep." Before she talked about jerking him off after he pleased her but she seemed to forget about that now.

The next morning she said she and her mother were going to choose the caterer and they were going to have a wedding rehearsal. "I know you didn't enjoy yourself yesterday so if you want you can stay here and book our Jamaica honeymoon and Brian can stand in for you at the wedding rehearsal." Billie thought that was a great idea. He spent the afternoon checking out web sites and booked a great hotel in Jamaica, all inclusive, right on the beach. He had his dinner and went for a swim in the hotel pool. When it looked like a storm coming he returned to their room to wait for Kathy's return.

About ten o'clock he got a call from Kathy. "My mom was going to drive me back to the hotel but the storm looks bad so I'm going to stay overnight. In the morning, pack up all our things, check out of the hotel and come pick me up, and we can head home straight from here. Love you hun," and she hung up. He could have come and picked her up but she didn't give him a chance to say anything. 

Kathy hung up the phone. "Mom, he'll pick me up in the morning."

"Well were going to bed. Your bedroom is next to ours Kathy and Brian, yours is across from Kathy's. Now I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do so I'll see both of you in the morning."

Brian sitting on the sofa beside Kathy put his arm around her and gave her a kiss. "I thought they would never leave. Now we can pick up where we left off."

"No we can't; I'm about to be married."

"But we love each other so we can still make out."

"You never loved me, you just wanted to fuck me. The only time I refused, you dumped me and started going out with that slut Susan."

"That was the worst mistake I ever made; I miss you so much." This time he pushed her back a little and holding her head in both hands gave her a passionate kiss. At first she tried to push him away, but he held her in place kissing her until he felt her relax and return his kiss. He took her hand and placed it on his pants covered cock, then pushed his hand under her skirt to rub her pussy. "Remember how often we used to do this? Come on, take my cock out and suck it." She always did have a hard time saying no to him so she was soon sucking his cock while he fingered her pussy. He could feel he was getting close to cuming so he pulled her head up. "Come up to my room and we'll make love the way we used to."

"We shouldn't be doing this," but she allowed him to take her by the hand upstairs to his room.

"Take your clothes off and get in bed." It was just like before, he was always telling her what to do and she just kind of went along with whatever he wanted. He stood by the bed fondling his cock." I want to give you a wedding present."

"Is this supposed to be a wedding present for you or for me?"

"Just stop talking or I'm going to stuff something in your mouth and down your throat that will make you stop." Maybe it was some kind of personality defect but she got aroused when a masculine tough guy told her what to do. She spread her legs waiting for him. "Not that way. Get up on your hands and knees; raise your ass up high and put your head on the bed. Good girl, now I'll decide which hole I want."

"Please Brian, not in my ass, it hurts. Just fuck me and I'll make it good for you. I remember what you liked me to do when you had your cock in me."

"I thought I told you to shut up bitch. I should spank your ass until it's red and sore and then fuck you in the ass. Tell me, who's the best fucking you, me or Billie?"

"I don't know, I have never allowed him to fuck me."

He slapped her ass hard. "Just tell me who the best is?"

"You are Brian; you're the best."

"And after you're married, can I still fuck you?"

She hesitated for a bit and then in a lower voice said, "Yes Brian."

"Your mom wants to have weekly family dinners the way she used to with Aunt Becky and Uncle Percy and you and me. She said since we don't live in town we could stay overnight because they have lots of room. I said I'll come, will you?"

"Yes Brian."

"Good girl, I'll tell your mom not to bother making up two beds, we'll sleep in one." He penetrated her in one thrust. Hard quick thrusts soon brought her to orgasm and soon after he spurted his semen deep in her pussy. He turned on his side and she cuddled against him and that's how they spent the night.

In the morning when Kathy woke up, she got out of Brian's bed quickly and took a shower because she wanted to look presentable when Billie arrived. She was having her second cup of coffee when Billie came. She was glad Brian was still in bed so that he wouldn't be telling Billie anything he shouldn't know.

Kathy liked the sex she got from both Frank and Brian, and thought it would be nice if Billie would be content just sucking her pussy. Her roommate had told her that if you put your husband in chastity on the honeymoon and only took it off to allow him to jerk himself off, when he has satisfied her with his tongue, he would come to accept that as normal and she would be free to fuck whoever she wanted. She liked that idea.




Slut Wife



The wedding went well and arriving in Jamaica to start their honeymoon the weather was perfect Temperature was in the low 80's with a clear blue sky. The hotel was great also. The room was large and bright with a balcony that overlooked the beach. The balcony was divided from the next unit by a low steel divider, but the far side of each unit was a wall, so you might have a neighbor but beyond that it was private. Being on the 3rd floor meant if you didn't have someone in the next unit you could sunbathe nude in the privacy of your own balcony. Billie was so excited and happy; He finally had his wife away from the distractions of other people. They didn't get checked in until about 4pm but that still gave them time to check out the beach.

Billie thought Kathy's bikini was kind of slutty. He liked it but it was one of those that the bottom was held on by two pull ties. If anyone pulled either string her bottom part would probably fall off and everyone could see what was supposed to be reserved for him. She didn't want to swim, just start working on her tan so he went in the ocean by himself. When he came out two guys were standing talking to her and whatever they were saying had her laughing. "Oh Hi Billie, this is Ted and Andy. Guys this is my husband Billie." Their interest in Kathy dissipated quickly as Billie sat down beside her and gave her a kiss.

Back in their room after dinner they watched some TV and drank their champagne. After a couple cocktails before dinner, wine with dinner and now champagne Billie was feeling pretty good. Kathy had changed into some kind of very short almost see through nightie and while he was still fully dressed, she would run her hand up his leg and under his shorts. Her legs were stretched out in front of her with the nightie barely covering her pussy. He put his hand over her pussy and started to rub her. She pushed his hand away saying, "Billie you need my permission before you're allowed to touch my pussy. You're a naughty boy so I think I should make you wait a few more days before we make love."

"Please Kathy, I've waited soo long."

"I'm just teasing you; I'm horny too so let's go to bed."

He hurriedly undressed and when he approached the bed she was lying on her back, legs spread with one leg bent at the knee and a lewd smile on her face. It may have been lewd but it was oh so stimulating. He entered her and the feeling was wonderful. Her pussy was hot, tight and wet, and it seemed to pulse on his cock. He started to make love to her when that much stimulation was just too much for him and he started cuming in her after just a few strokes. "Billie what are you doing, we just started."

"I'm sorry Kathy, it was soo good I couldn't help myself."

"So what am I supposed to do? You are totally useless to me now."

"I'm soo sorry, it just felt soo good. Here let me suck your pussy. I know I can make you feel good that way." She didn't say anything, just pushed his head down to her pussy and wrapped her legs around his head to hold him in place. He sucked her to orgasm but she did not release his head so he stayed where he was. After a while she started jerking his head to her pussy. He knew this was her signal that she wanted to cum again. After bringing her off a second time Billie was stiff again. "Kathy let's do it again now. I know I can last much longer now."

"No Billie, I'm tired, just go to sleep." That was easy for her to say; he was awake most of the night.

The next morning Billie was having a coffee from the room coffee maker and reading the morning paper and Kathy was out on the balcony getting some morning sun before it got too hot, when the guy staying in the room next door came out on the adjoining balcony. Kathy looked him up and down and smiled. He was a black guy, about 6 feet tall, 185 pounds and quite handsome. 

"Oh I didn't know I had a new neighbor. I come out here in the morning, get naked and do my morning exercises. Good thing I glanced over before I stripped."

"Go ahead and strip, I don't mind, I was thinking of doing the same thing," she said with a smile.

"I would love to see that, because you are so beautiful. My name is James," he said as he came to the low divider and leaned over to shake her hand. It was more a caress than a handshake. His finger caressed the palm of her hand. In high school that was how a boy said he wanted to have sex without coming out and actually say it. She wondered if that was the custom done here also.

"My name is Kathy and my husband's name is Billie," she said as she let him hold her hand.

"I knew it was too good to be true, someone as alluring and sexy as you are would of course have a husband or boyfriend."

'That doesn't mean we can't be friends, we are going to be neighbors." Billie heard the murmur of conversation going on so he went out to see what it was all about. She introduced him. He wished she had a bikini that wasn't so revealing. One thing he did find out was James was leaving in 2 days. He was glad of that.

That morning they went into the nearby town to do some shopping, or should he say she did the shopping and he did the paying. She did go into a drug store alone so Billie assumed she was buying some feminine product.

The hotel had afternoon activities and nightly entertainment. The afternoon activity that day was bacchii ball. The hotel sports director organized teams of four, and the idea was to get your ball as close to the white target ball as you could. Billie didn't know how it worked but James and Kathy ended up on the same team. Each team played an elimination game and the winner went on to the next round. The winning team each got a bottle of champagne. Billie's team got eliminated the first round, so he hung around to see who won. The winning team turned out to be the one Kathy and James were on. They came over to join him.

"We're going to my room and sit on the balcony and enjoy our champagne," James said. "You're welcome to join us." Billie was insulted. He is taking my wife to his room and he thinks I need an invitation from him? They sat on the balcony and he brought out 3 glasses for the wine. It was cheap champagne but they seemed to enjoy it. They also seemed to enjoy each others company. Billie sat mostly as a silent spectator as they carried on a conversation.

Kathy pumped him for information about himself. He was not married, engaged once but she broke it off. He lived in New York and the company he worked for had a branch office in LA that he visited 3 or 4 times a year. "That's amazing," Kathy said. "We live in LA."

That evening the entertainment was a combo playing music by the pool. They sat watching it and Billie didn't notice that the chair on the other side of Kathy was empty until James came and sat down in it. Billie didn't care much for the music but they seemed to like it. She spent a lot of her time talking to him, at times turning her back to Billie so James could hear what she was saying above the music. Finally the entertainment was over and as they left she gave James a light kiss on the cheek. OK, it was more of a peck, but still it's Billie's honeymoon and he didn't want her kissing anyone but him.

That night as they got ready for bed Kathy was in a good mood. "Woo, Woo, are we going to have a good time tonight. I'm soo horny." Earlier she had given him a pill from what she bought in the drug store. It was supposed to reduce your sexual desire a little bit so that you could last longer in your love making thus allowing both of you to get greater satisfaction from the sex act. However Billie found that as she danced around in her short nightie that he was not feeling stimulated at all. His cock was completely soft. She looked at him saying, "Billie, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Of course I do; maybe that pill you gave me is too strong."

"Come and sit beside me on the bed. I'll give you a hand job to make your cock hard."

It wasn't working, and she was getting annoyed and started jerking him harder. "Kathy stop, you're hurting me."

"Maybe that pill was to strong. Anyway I'm horny and I need you to suck my pussy. I'm so glad you're good at that." She must have been horny because Billie brought her to orgasm quickly. He went to pull away when she stopped him. "No Billie, you're not done yet. I want another tongue fuck before you go to sleep."

In the morning they were looking over the activity list for the rest of the week. "Look Billie it's the resorts golf day. I know you like golf and later in the week when they have their tennis day I'll play that."

"I would rather spend the day with you."

"That's so sweet Billie, but we have the rest of the week for that. You go today and play golf and I'll play tennis on Thursday."

He really didn't want to go and it reflected on his game. He was playing terrible. After nine holes he dropped out and went back to their room. Kathy was not there so he settled down to watch TV. About a half hour later, she climbed over the divider from James balcony and came into the room.

That morning after Billie left for golf Kathy changed into her bikini and knocked on James's door. When he opened it she said, "You're supposed to be ready for the beach at eleven and it's already eleven thirty."

"I'm ready but not for the beach so come on in."

"I know what you're ready for you horn dog and you're not getting it; so get ready and let's go." They went down to the beach and she handed him sun tan lotion to put on her. He was doing it but he was also using it as an excuse to rub her breasts and pussy through her bikini. It felt good but they were on a public beach. "You're supposed to be rubbing me on my exposed skin, not my bikini, that part doesn't need sun tan lotion."

"No but it's much more fun."

"Is that all you think about, sex. We are supposed to be down here to swim."

"It's mainly what I think about. You look so sexy in that bikini of yours."

"Then let's go in the water and you won't see so much."

They swam for about 20 minutes before coming out and lying down in the sun. After a few minutes James said, "Let's go back to my place and you can take a shower to wash off the salt water and I'll make a jug of margaritas and we can have a little goodbye party because I leave on a plane to New York tomorrow morning, and to say thanks to you for making my holiday so much better."

"What a smooth talker that guy is she thought. "OK but no funny stuff, I'm a married woman you know."

"I'll be on my best behavior," he said. He really didn't believe that and neither did she. Back in his room he handed her a bathrobe. "There are fluffy towels in the bathroom to dry yourself off and then you can wear this robe and I'll get busy with the margaritas." She had her shower and came out wearing his bathrobe. "I put your bikini on the balcony to dry, so come sit beside me and sample my fantastic margaritas."

They sat side by side for a short while talking before he reached over and kissed her. As she respond to his kiss he slipped his hand inside her robe to massage her breast. Soon he had her robe open as he slid his hand down to her pussy and fingered her with first two and then three fingers. He heard a slight moan and felt her legs relax. Gently he pushed her back and mounted her. She was soo wet he entered her easily so he went deep but stayed that way. He twitched his cock several times and then rotated his hips to stimulate her a little more. When he felt her hips start to push against him he started fucking her, slow deep thrusts at first and then increasing speed to keep up to her. She soon had her orgasm and he filled her pussy with cum shortly after.

Kathy said, "I had better get out of here; I'm not sure when Billie will be back. Look, I'll give you my cell phone number and the next time you're in LA we'll find a way to get together. He said he was already looking forward to his next trip to LA. They kissed and she put on her bikini and crossed over the barrier to her unit. She was surprised, no shocked to see that Billie had already beaten her home.

"What were you doing over at James place," he asked in an angry voice. 

In a panic she had to come up with an excuse fast. "I, I, lost my grandmothers ring that she gave me. Remember we were at James place yesterday? I thought I may have lost it then, so after I went swimming I dropped into his place and asked if I could look for it." She looked relieved when Billie seemed to accept it.

Story by Omega



Slut Wife



Our sex life used to be so raunchy but in recent years it had begun to wane.

I was scheduled to take an overseas assignment and discussed in detail with Becky what this would do to our relationship. Could we endure a long distant relationship? 

Would we be able to remain faithful? 

Becky surprised me by saying if we were unfaithful as long as the other partner knew about it and it remained only a sexual relationship then we could endure and possibly grow. 

This intrigued me and I began to enquire as to what she really meant by this.

She said that my contract would take me away from home for three months at a time. 

We had never gone more than four days in a row without any physical contact. 

She said she didn't feel that either of us would last longer than two weeks without physical contact and if we experienced a relationship based purely on the physical then she felt we could deal with that.

I asked her how this would happen as I would never want her being with anyone I knew. She said that she would use Websites or dating sites and that she would only have safe sex one night stands and never in our marital bed, 

As a solution this was almost agreeable but I still didn't like the idea of anyone else being inside my wife, but the thought of me being inside other women was most appealing. 

We were both heavily aroused talking about this possible situation and had the most rampant sex session we had enjoyed in many a year. 

We lay back on the bed in the afterglow of sex discussing how much this had turned us both on and it could be a way of enduring our enforced separation. 

We then decided ground rules. 

Condoms must be worn at all times. 

No anal sex. 

The sex must be a one stand only. 

The sex must always take place away from the marital home. 

I would be leaving to take up my post in less than 48 hours and most of that time we spent between the sheets, hopefully exhausting my wife's sexual appetite. 

The times we weren't fucking were spent in front of the PC looking up various dating sites. Some of the guys were really clueless posting pics of erect cocks or holding their shirts up to reveal their six packs. 

I thought they were clueless but my wife never commented. 

There were a few pictures of black cocks and this was something I forgot to get into the clauses that there should be no black cocks. 

On the day I left for the airport my wife and I enjoyed the best sexual session we'd ever encountered. 

I was actually looking forward to commence my overseas assignment as I was totally spent at this point. 

Jumping ahead I had been in my new position for six days now and had been skypeing home every other day. 

Tonight was my call home night and I was looking forward to seeing my wife and catching up with everything back home.

I got into my hotel room, poured myself a nice cold beer and turned on the laptop. Connecting my wife on Skype her image flashed on the screen. 

Her Blond hair was tied up with two wispy strands hanging down by her ears. 

She was wearing a tight black shiny corset type top which showed off her 36DD bust to perfection. 

My wife has a very narrow waist, which enhances her large breasts and having long slender legs only makes her the focus of male attention everywhere. 

Whistling I said 

"Love the Top"

"You should see the rest of it!" she teased as she stood in front of the Skype camera.

The corset had shiny black sheer stockings attached to it. 

Her butt was sticking out toward the camera as she teased me further. 

I could see the seams running up the back of her stockinged legs. 

She wasn't wearing any panties as her naked butt gyrated in front of the camera.

"I'm unzipping my cock for this" I giggled and unzipped my rock hard cock.

I could hear her giggling as she twirled around to reveal she had shaved her pussy as smooth as silk.

"Fuck you've shaved your pussy!" I exclaimed.

Sitting down on the sofa she looked directly into the camera and said.

"Technically I didn't shave it!"

"So is it waxed?" I enquired.

"No it's not waxed" she continued "I didn't shave my pussy, someone else did it!"

She stared at the camera nervously biting her lip.

The bombshell had been dropped.

"Who shaved your pussy" I jealously enquired. I'd always wanted Becky to shave her slit but she always refused. I was harder than ever waiting for her explanation.

"I hooked up with a guy last night from one of those dating sites and he was a bit kinky and wanted to shave my pussy, so as it was a one off I let him. Do you like it?" she beamed

"I love it!" I replied as the jealousy ripped through me. 

If she allowed him to shave her slit what else had he managed to get her do?

She continued

"I was thinking about you yesterday and got so horny. I went online to see if there was anyone around. A guy who lived about 10 miles from us was online looking for some married pussy. I clicked onto him and we had a little webchat. He was very blunt and to the point. He said he had just swallowed some Viagra and needed some pussy real soon. He said he was willing to do anything as long as he got fucked that night. His blunt talk was really turning me on so I arranged to visit him within the Hour. He gave me his address and mobile and asked was I ok being photographed? I told him we'd sort it out when I got there. I just wanted to get in get fucked and get home"

"So what exactly happened?" I asked fearing the worst.

"Well I pulled into his drive about thirty minutes later. I was wearing a black skirt, Black tight top, Half cup bra with matching thong and high heeled strappy sandals. He opened his door wearing only a robe. He was about your height and build with a few days facial growth. He was quite good looking but more manly than cute. We went into his lounge and he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me deeply, plunging his tongue in my mouth. I did the same then felt his hands on my tits!"

I was aroused like never before listening to my wife describe her infidelity in detail.

"He then lifted my skirt up and rubbed my pussy through my thong. I was moaning like hell at this stage. With his other hand he began to lift my top up over my breasts. I began to help him with this and removed my top over head exposing my huge tits to this stranger. He unzipped my skirt and I was now standing before him in just my Bra, Thong and High Heels. His robe was open now revealing a very large stiff cock!"

"How big was he?" I asked

"It was much bigger than yours!" she smiled continuing "I placed my hand on it and asked him how big it was, as it felt huge in my small hand. He told me it was nine inches! It felt huge and hard. He asked me was it bigger than my husbands and I just smiled and nodded. He kissed me deeply again as I felt his manhood press against my flimsy thong. He moved my thong to one side and began to rub his huge helmet up and down my slit. My slit was opening getting ready to receive his length. He kept rubbing it hard against my clit and pussylips. I was going demented with lust as he pushed just the bell end inside me. I came straight away at the first cock to enter me other than yours in absolutely ages. He pushed it all the way inside me, thrusted really hard and then he took his cock out of my pussy. My legs were shaking and my hair was all over the place. He held my hand and led me into his bathroom. My legs still shaking he leant me against his small washbasin and removed my thong. He then sprayed shaving over my pussy and began to shave my pubic hair off. The razor glided over my pussy mound, removing all of my pubic hair in its path. Most of the hair had been removed before I regained my senses, but it did feel naughty getting my pussy shaved. He finished shaving my pussy and patted my bald mound dry. He then took some baby oil and smoothed it over my totally hairless pussy. I was standing in high heels with my tits scooped out of my bra, turned on more than I thought possible, panting like a bitch in heat. He took my hand and led me into this huge bedroom. The bed was immense with only a few pillows and a red satin sheet. He took me over to this walk in closet where there were dozens of kinky outfits for males and females. He obviously did a lot of entertaining. He asked me which outfit I would like. So I chose the one you see me wearing now. A nice soft leather look Basque with silk stockings. He unhooked my bra and fastened me into the Black Basque. He took my shoes off and rolled the stockings up my thighs and hooked them onto the straps of the Basque. He replaced my shoes and offered me a pair of elbow length black gloves I put the gloves on then stepped out of the closet to look at myself in a mirror. I'd never dressed so provocatively for fucking before. And I must say I looked very horny in the mirror. Before I knew a flash went off and I realised he was taking photographs of me. I must admit I got caught up the antics and began to pose for him. I lay on the bed and opened my legs for him to take close ups of my bald pussy. I turned over onto my knees and pushed my ass in the air arching my back. He continued clicking away as I spread my ass cheeks showing my cunt and asshole to the camera. I circled my asshole with my index finger, when all of a sudden his cock was in my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and began to suck his cock. He continued taking photos telling me I looked a filthy married slut sucking some strangers cock while stroking my asshole. He put the camera down then went behind me and pushed his cock deep inside me. I was so aroused I took the whole nine inches in one go. I've never been so full of cock or stretched as wide. He fucked me furiously telling me I was a dirty married whore and he would fuck all my holes. I was responding by slamming my pussy onto his awesome dick groaning softly at him to fuck me. My orgasm gushed out of me as he continued to pound into me. He was pawing at my tits and roughly twisting the nipples. This was sending me wild then I felt him spit on my asshole. His finger worked the saliva into my puckered ring as he then pushed a finger knuckle deep into my ass. He finger fucked my ass and continued to fuck my pussy. He placed his other hand round the front and began to torment my exposed clitoris. I came again as he teased my button and pounded me with that huge cock. My come was running down my stockinged thighs. He pushed his finger deep in my ass, adding a second one then opening both fingers to widen my tight opening. Spitting on my asshole once more, he then pulled his cock out of my pussy and forced the tip into my lubricated asshole. He then said he would only fuck my ass if I begged him. I was so turned on that I heard myself saying "please fuck my ass!" He plunged his weapon inside my ass and fucked me violently as he used both hands to hold my cunt open. I knew we were breaking some of our rules, condoms only, no ass fucking, but this guy was a pure lust monster and an absolute sex machine. I couldn't ever have feelings for him other than lust, so he seemed perfect for our situation. He photographed me getting fucked in the pussy and fucked in the ass. He has given me the outfit to keep and some of the photos which I will send to you if you want!"

My cock was almost bursting. My wife was smiling very seductively at the camera.

"Does it turn you on to hear my escapades?" she smiled.

"I can't explain why but yes it did!" I replied.

"Sorry about the ass fucking and that but I couldn't help it" she squirmed

"How did it all end?" I enquired.

"Well he fucked me in the ass for what seemed like an age then he yelled out that he was coming in my ass. I didn't know if this was possible but I can assure you it is. I felt his red hot seed empty deep inside my ass. It felt so dirty and horny I came along with him. He sat on the bed still sporting a huge erection. The Viagra was still rushing through his veins'. He pulled me toward him and kissed me a little gentler than he had earlier. I was massively aroused as I straddled his thighs and placed my bald pussy on the tip of his huge helmet. I slid slowly down on his cock and gyrated rhythmically on his wonderful cock. He lay back on the bed as I fucked him cowgirl style. He began to play with my tits, teasing my nipples expertly. We continued fucking like this for what seemed an eternity. He would whisper that I was filthy married slut who loved to be fucked by strangers. He said I wanted all the cock and spunk I could get. He said that I would love to be fucked up the ass and pussy at the same while sucking another dick. I was coming like hell at all the scenarios he conjured up. I was literally begging for him to come inside me when he said he would only come on my married face. I hopped off his cock and began to suck and lick his powerful glans. I straddled his face and offered my bald slit for him to lick. He plunged two fingers in my pussy and one finger in my ass as I plunged his cock deep inside my hungry mouth. I sucked his cock voraciously. I was making slurping sounds galore as I sucked this incredible specimen of manhood. His tongue slid all the way inside my pussy then he removed it and slid it inside my asshole. He kept slipping his tongue in and out of both holes. I was orgasming frantically as I felt the first twinge of his orgasm. I pulled his cock from mouth and positioned myself so he could see. 

Wanking the end of his cock and sliding my tongue round the rim, the first spurt of spunk came bursting from his small eye. A huge dollop of sticky white semen splashed on my face followed by three further violent spurts all covering my lips and cheeks. I licked my lips and took his fluid inside my mouth. I then ran my gland over my cheeks and scooped all of his spunk from my face. Scooping it onto my gloved fingertips I leant my head back and let the creamy fluid drip into my open mouth.

I smiled at him like the married slut that I am then he calmly said he was going to fuck my ass again.

I looked down and his cock was still hard! I positioned myself on the bed as he knelt behind me, and then slowly fed his huge cock inside my gaping ass. He leant behind himself to open a bedside drawer. He rummaged around then handed me this huge black fake cock. I licked the cock slowly ensuring he could see me doing this in the huge mirror opposite. He then demanded I push the black cock deep inside my pussy while I got double penetrated. I fed the cock to my wet lips and unbelievably it slid all the way in with one thrust. I was full of cock in my ass and here I was full of cock in my pussy. I came instantly. I looked over to the mirror and watched as this sex machine defiled me. I loved every filthy deviant second of this lust filled fuck. He then began to start his dirty talk. I joined in as though it was the most normal thing in the world. This dominated me in a way I never thought possible His cock was giving me pleasure like I've never experienced before and it felt like I would do anything he asked. He fucked my ass and told me next time he would have a friend fuck me also and that they would film me getting fucked in my married pussy and ass. He told me I had to keep me pussy shaved. He then went on to tell me that next week he would fuck me in my husband's bed. I don't know what came over me but I agreed to all his demands as he fucked senseless!"

I was sitting on the hotel bed with trousers round my ankles with a hard cock in my hand. 

I'd just heard in great detail how my wife had been unfaithful and was to continue being unfaithful. 

I looked at my cock and realised I had orgasmed but I was still hard and still wanking.

"How could you have let him do all things to you so easily?" I enquired.

"He is an absolute sex machine!" she replied. "When I hang up on you he is coming around here to fuck me again and he is bringing some new outfits for me to wear. I'll send you the photos that he takes if you want? The only question I have is do you want me to fuck him on our bed or shall I do him in the spare room?"

Shocked but enormously aroused I found myself replying.

"Have him fuck you all over the house and in our bed, but make sure you have the drapes closed and don't let the neighbours see him!"

"Shall I email the photos he took of me last night?" she teased.

"Of course you should send them!"

She stood up and excitedly exclaimed

"That's his car pulling up. I'll email the pics right away and I'll Skype you tomorrow and let you know how it went!"

She approached the camera lens so her pussy was in full view. She then parted her shaved pussylips, thrust two fingers inside then closed the Skype.

Part Two

I'm sitting on my hotel bed looking at a blank screen that seconds earlier had been displaying my wife's freshly shaved and fucked pussy. I was massively aroused and outrageously jealous at the same time. 

She had betrayed me by being unfaithful and breaking every rule we had agreed on before I took this overseas assignment. 

One night stands only. 

No anal sex and no sex in our marital bed. 

She wasn't showing any signs of remorse as she revealed the previous night's sexcapades, even wearing the outfit he had fucked her in during our Skype chat and then closing our session down early as lover boy was pulling into my drive, to enter my house then enter my wife. 

I was insanely jealous at this moment and simultaneously outrageously aroused. 

She'd not only had the stranger shave her pussy and fuck her ass; she had also allowed him to take revealing photos of the event which were winging their way into my email inbox.

I wanted to reconnect the Skype session but my curiosity also wanted to see the photographs. 

There would be no point in trying to reconnect the Skype as she was probably at that very moment impaling her bald pussy on his rampant cock.

I logged out of the Skype session and opened my email account. 

The usual spam and day to day emails were nestling in my account and there second from the top was an email from my slut of a wife with a large cache of attachments. 

Clicking on the file I opened the mail and instantly 30 jpeg files began to load. 

My head was in turmoil. Did I really wish to see pictures of my wife acting the total slut taking someone else's cock and almost worshipping the erect phallus? 

As the first few pictures began to clear and focus I could not believe my eyes.

My wife was laid out on a red bed wearing Stockings and a corset with her legs wide open playing with her hairless pussy. 

The look of lust in her eyes was framed with a smouldering smile, clad in her sexy lingerie displaying her tits and bare pussy for her lover and the probing camera lens. 

She had never looked hornier. 

The next few pics showed her sucking his enormous cock. In her small hands the huge cock looked immense. 

Her mouth was stretching over the shaft.

A few more close up pictures revealed her hairless pussylips stretched around this vein riddled solid cock. 

The next pic hit me like a thunderbolt. 

There in the mirrored reflection of his bedroom wardrobe were the unmistakable features of my best friend Dave!

My wife was blatantly lying to me and was at this very moment fucking my so called best friend in our marital bed.

Dave had always been a serious player and had commented many times in the past how horny he thought my wife Becky was. 

He would always be casting furtive looks, drinking in her Silver blonde hair resting on her shoulders. 

He constantly admired her long slender legs and her full buttocks. 

He always commented on how Becky would always wear clothes to show off her glorious figure.

She was blessed with a tiny waist and a 36DD bust. 

Whenever Dave came to our house he always greeted Becky with a kiss and a hug, which always consisted of him holding her round the waist, pulling her close into him and then patting her backside. 




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The kiss was always on the lips and seemed to be a peck more than a kiss. 

But this was always done in front of me and Becky never objected.

One time he was over at our house having a meal when he offered to wash the dishes as a way of saying thanks for the meal. 

Becky said that she would wash and he could dry. 

I left them in the kitchen for a few minutes giggling as they frolicked doing the crockery. When I came back into the kitchen, he was standing behind Becky with his hands on her waist talking to her from behind as she washed the dishes. 

He was whispering into her ear and she was giggling. 

I thought nothing of this as Dave and Becky would always tease and torment each other.

I could have sworn as I walked in that his hands moved down to her waist as I made my way into the kitchen but I could never be sure. 

Had he been feeling my wife up at every opportunity? 

Were my overseas assignment and our conversation the green light for Becky to take things to the next sexual level with Dave?

I sat staring at the pornographic pictures aroused but feeling so foolish to have been duped by wife and a so called fiend. 

A part of me could not blame Dave as Becky really is a hot piece of ass who dressed to please and on the night of the dishwashing she was wearing a tight black waistcoat type top which displayed her breasts to perfection and a pair of skin-tight shiny black wet look leggings. 

This was finished off with a pair of outrageously high heeled shoes; Becky always wore high heels but never in the house. 

Was she dressing to impress Dave?

She opted not to wear any underwear that night and the shiny black camel toe was evident all evening, although the trimmed pubic hair she had that night, prevented her pussylips being framed and on full display.

As I jogged my memory of that night, I recalled I left the table on numerous occasions to get more wine and other incidentals and when I returned they always seemed to be giggling or moved apart abruptly. 

From where I was sitting, every time Becky moved, you could see the outline of her breast through the side of the Waistcoat top. 

Dave was obviously getting a good view of this and probably when my back was turned a good feel also!

Dave sat almost next to Becky during that meal and he must have been feeling her up all evening and taking things a little further every time I left the room.

I probably planted the seed in Becky's head to fuck Dave as I told her all about his escapades. 

Dave was a serious player, fucking countless women. 

Married, single, it didn't matter to Dave, he fucked them all. 

He would tell me some of his antics and I would regale these tales to Becky who always seemed to be turned on by his sexual shenanigans.

Now I was out of the way and had given her permission to fuck someone else, it appears that she's made a beeline for Dave, to see if the stories are accurate. 

What's more she has allowed him access to her asshole, shaving her pussy and wearing provocative lingerie while he fucks her and photographs her.

She would never fully shave her pussy for me and anal sex was birthday and Christmas treats. 

As for the provocative lingerie that was never even discussed. 

Maybe Dave had opened Pandora's Box here and would we ever get the lid back on?

The damage had now been done and not fully comfortable with the deceit, I now had to deal with thing as they stood. 

Becky obviously found Dave attractive as well as sexually attractive so I hoped that there would be no emotional attachment. If that could be avoided then at least I knew that Dave would eventually need to be fucking other women so he would move on to the next conquest. 

Should I confront Becky on our next Skype tell her I know it's Dave she's fucking or should I just play along and see how things progress.

As I contemplated this I thought what if I could get them to fuck in front of the Skype camera and I could see all the antics myself. 

That may be a bridge too far but I'd see how things could be worked out. 

Then my second thunderbolt hit me. 

Dave would hang out with another single guy called Bob. He and Bob would often indulge in threesomes with their conquests. 

They used to joke that once you had a woman with a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth you could literally make the bitch do anything. 

Bob used to boast that biggest turn on for him was fucking married women in their own beds then sending them back to their husbands with his spunk on their face.

He and Dave would laugh at this and recounted numerous occasions when this scenario had been acted out.

I was filled with dread now. 

Was Dave bringing Bob along to fuck and abuse my beautiful wife? 

Becky's body would drive them wild with desire and after looking at the photos, it looked as though Dave had a Svengali effect over Becky. 

The urge to ring Becky and put a stop to this was overwhelming, but the reality was that they would probably fuck anyway with me out of the picture for a while. 

Should I contact her and let her know I was aware who her lover was? 

That seemed pointless also as all of our ground rules had been breached at her first attempt. I recalled how when Becky was telling me of her sexual tryst she said that her lover said he would bring a friend to fuck her also and that they would video the occasion. 

It all fell smack in to place now! Becky would be in my bed now being fucked by Dave and Bob and having the whole event videod. 

When Becky was telling me of the possible threesome, she said it so matter of factly, as though it was an everyday event. 

As I was in a state of shock when she regaled the tale to me, I never objected or voiced any concerns. It was also at this moment that I realised that no condoms were being used!!

Fucking hell, how far had my innocent Becky gone. 

She was an absolute slut for Dave and was probably and an absolute whore for Bob. 

As much as my emotional state was all over the place, I was massively aroused. 

I've never sported a harder, stronger erection in my entire life. 

Undeniably I was addicted to my wife being fucked by other men. 

I wanted to call her and tell her everything was ok and that I approved of the situation as long as it was me she loved she could fuck whoever she wanted whenever she wanted.

My laptop vibrated as I was trying to collect my thoughts. 

The Skype window opened and there in front of me was Becky's face. It looked rather flushed and her hair seemed somewhat dishevelled.

"I'm glad you called" I said "I think we need to have a conversation and we need to have it now!"

"First let me speak" she replied

"Go ahead" I responded.

"I need to confess something to you and please don't interrupt me. Let me get this off my chest then we can discuss it!" Becky sighed.

"Last night I didn't fuck a total stranger. I fucked Dave! He's downstairs right now and we've fucked again tonight but not in our bed. We fucked in the lounge. He is having a drink right now and he knows I'm confessing all to you"

"Honey I saw Dave's face in one of the photos. I'm so pleased you confessed before I had to confront you!" I stated soothing her guilt.

"There is one other thing though. His buddy Bob is coming over and they both want to fuck me and video everything. I'm more than willing to do this, but if you don't want it to happen the just say and I'll stop this right now" She said. 

I could see her eyes welling up with tears.

"Babe if you really want to go ahead and do this, then go for it, but don't let them keep the video. Make sure you get the tape. I don't want that falling into the wrong hands"

She smiled at me, wiped the falling tear on her cheek and blew me a kiss.

"Darling this is pure lust but with you it's pure love. I love you honey" she said into the camera lens.

"You go and fuck those two senseless and please send a copy of the tape to me!"

She stood in front of the camera to reveal the outfit she was going to wear during her first threesome. Dave had brought her a Quarter cup PVC Bra, a High Waisted Garter belt. Fishnet stockings and she was wearing a pair of thigh length boots. The whole outfit was shiny black and creaked as she moved.

"Do you like this?" she teased.

"When I return home I want to fuck you in all of these outfits!" I ordered.

"Your wish is my command oh Master!" she teased.

"There is just one other thing!" she asked

"What would that be?" I enquired

"I'd like your permission to let both guys fuck in me the ass and come in mouth!"

"Hurry up and send that video!" I blurted. "But I have one request" I continued

"Tell Dave I'm ok with the situation but he's not to let Bob know that I'm ok or aware!"

I'll let him know" Becky said "Maybe if you're up for it when you come back, you me and Dave could have a dirty threesome one night"

"Go and get fucked by these two and Skype me when it's all over and they've gone!"

"It will have to be tomorrow as both guys have popped Viagra and will be staying the whole night fucking me!"

Giggling, she blew me a kiss and the screen went blank again.

Part three:

At 3.30 am my laptop pinged informing me that I had mail. Curiously I opened the laptop and clicked on the mail icon. It was a mail from Becky with a very large attachment.

I clicked on the attachment and an MP4 Movie file began to download. On the email was written the following words.

"Honey I've sent the video the guys have just made fucking me. They're both downstairs having a drink and getting their breath back then we'll begin round two. Both these guys have huge cocks, but you'll see that yourself. I'm going to change into another outfit they've provided then I'm downstairs to get double penetrated...again!!

Love you

Becky xx"

I've never wanted a file to download as quick in my entire life.

As the download bar reached 90% I began to get nervous and excited.

100% now and the laptop began configuring the file. 

My media player automatically opened and before my very eyes my wife appeared on screen facing the camera with one guy behind her fucking her slowly, while another was stood at the side as she began to take his enormous cock into her heavily made up mouth. She ran her tongue slowly over the bulbous head of the huge cock, looking at the lens the whole time. 

Her made up lips enveloped the throbbing beast as she fed him slowly into her wanton mouth. 

The guy moaned as his cock felt the vacuum warmth of Becky's mouth.

The two guys began to talk to each other as they barbequed my wife.

"Man this slut is one filthy whore!"

"She is milking my cock her pussy is so tight!"

"I'm going to blast a load down her throat she sucks so fucking good!"

My wife was moaning as the guys ploughed into her at both ends. 

She was rhythmically gyrating on the cock servicing her from behind, whilst sucking viciously on the cock in her mouth.

My wife would always use a little phrase that she knew would always turn me on when we were indulging in foreplay. 

My wife betrayed me even further when she took the cock from her mouth, looked at her lover square in the eye, and said the phrase she knows I love to hear.

"I want to feel you inside!"

My heart sank but my cock almost burst, to hear my cheating slut of a wife utter these sacred words to her fleshy toys.

The laughed at her and said.

"Babe you're going to know what it's like! We're gonna fuck all your holes!"

Still looking the guy in the eye, she held his cock and moved it close to her lips. Pouting her lips she moved them around the bulbous helmet and said to him.

"And when you come I want it in my mouth!"

She swirled her tongue around the rim of his engorged head, grazing her teeth gently across the fine specimen of manhood.

I was watching my wife sucking and fucking better than any porno whore, talking absolute filth to what was still a stranger, while a cock she'd experienced recently was tearing into her shaved cunt.

I heard both guys groan with obvious pleasure as Becky thrust her pelvis on to the penetrating cock.

"Let's both fuck her" said one of the guys.

It was hard to separate who was saying what, as the voices were audible but a little muffled, due to the obvious passion within the room.

Dave unplugged his cock from Becky and Bob removed his cock from her mouth. 

Bob bent to kiss Becky on the lips and his tongue slid inside her open mouth, in full view of the video camera. 

Becky responded to his kiss slithering her tongue inside his mouth.

Bob lay back on the sofa as Becky straddled his cock and slowly fed the blood engorged weapon inside her lust ridden pussy. 

The moans were clearly audible as Becky took the entire length in one single thrust. 

She let out a deep moan then whispered.

"Fuck me!"

In all our years together, those words never left Becky's lips during any of our many lust crazed sex sessions.

Bob began to play with Becky's tits gently, but Becky let out a little squeal.

"Be careful with my nipples, they were only pierced this morning!"

Did I hear right? I played the tape back and heard Becky repeat the phrase.

The cheating whore had gone and got her nipples pierced for these two fuck buddies.

It was obvious that Dave had persuaded her to pierce her tits and now it was undeniable that she would do anything these two said.

Would my wife ever be the same again? 

Would I be able to maintain our relationship after this? 

I loved my wife very much but the person I was watching was not my wife.

She had become a cheating slut wife in less than a week. 

How far would she go?

The video continued with Bob gently kissing her newly pierced nipples. 

Becky was grinding on Bob's cock, her Thigh Length boots reflecting the light dramatically as her hips banged onto Bob's.

Dave now came into view. 

Spitting on his cock, he positioned his helmet between the cheeks of Becky ass and began to rub his purple helmet up and around her puckered ring. 

He slid his cock effortlessly into her ass as she let out an even bigger sigh.

She now was complete. 

A fully fledged, cheating slut wife, being double penetrated by two huge cocks. 

The guys let her get used to accommodating two weapons and slowly built up the bucking tempo. 

Becky was in the throes of experiencing her first double cock orgasm.

Placing her hands around Bob's neck she pulled his face to hers and smothered his mouth with passionate kisses as her orgasm reached its crescendo.

Dave slammed her ass and slapped her butt cheeks as he said

"Does your husband fuck you this good?"

Becky was panting as she moaned throatily.

"My husband could never compete with cocks this big!"

Dave was now picking up the pace and began to really thrust deeply into Becky's asshole.

She was thrashing wildly on the two cocks as her orgasm showed no signs of subsiding.

Bob held her PVC clad waist as she bucked wildly and furiously on the huge cocks.

Bob shouted

"Fucking hell she's squirting all over the place!"

Becky had never before experienced a gushing orgasm or a multi orgasm, yet here she was enjoying both for the first time. 

I had never thought Becky could be so wild. 

They weren't fucking Becky! 

She was fucking them. 

Dave kept up the frantic momentum and said that he was on the point of coming.

Bob agreed and said he was ready to pop. 

Becky on hearing this jumped off both cocks and lay between the two guys, her face level with the erect monsters. 

Both guys grabbed their cocks and began to furiously wank their prized weapons. 

Bob was the first to ejaculate as he emptied his seed directly into Becky's mouth. 

Becky gratefully accepted his creamy white load and wrapped her lips around the exploding cock. 

Swallowing every last drop of her new lovers love juice, Becky licked her lips ensuring you captured every part. 

Dave announced that he was coming. 

Becky removed Bob's wilting cock from her mouth and replaced it with Dave's. 

Swirling her tongue around the shaft, she let a huge dollop of thick white spunk land on her tongue. 

Dave's cock continued convulsing, emptying his thick seed deep inside Becky's mouth. Becky licked and sucked the exploding cock. 

Hungrily devouring the spewing cock as she now completed her first ATM.

Becky licked Dave's cock as limply slid from her lips. 

Holding the base, she nibbled the semi erect penis, which still looked impressively large, even though it was now entering a flaccid state.

Bob was behind and had hooked three fingers inside Becky's pussy. 

He was aiming for the soft fleshy G spot. 

Thrusting his fingers frantically in and out of her pussy, he positioned Becky on the sofa so the lens could capture this. 

Her pussy lips were swollen as the fingers thrust away at her squelching quim. 

Becky had placed her hands under her tits and softly massaging her newly pierced nipples. Bob continued thrusting his fingers into Becky's cunt as she let out a glorious deep throaty moan.

"Oh fuck I'm coming! I'm coming!" she almost squealed.

A shower of clear liquid gushed from Becky's opening. 

Spurt after spurt of clear liquid burst from Becky's Pussy. She was panting violently urging Bob to keep pushing his fingers deep.

"Yes! Yes!" Becky repeated, as Bob finger fucked my cheating wife.

As the last remnants of orgasm swept over Becky, Bob removed his fingers from Becky's pussy.

Becky was shaking and quivering all over. 

Her breathing was still quick and she whispered continually

"Oh fuck!"

Bob gave her a kiss on the cheek and Dave invited him to join him in a glass of my best Scotch.

Cheeky bastard had just fucked my wife's ass and now he was helping himself to a fine blended Malt.

Becky still shaking from her orgasm overload arose gingerly from the sofa and walked over to the video Camera. 

The computer screen went blank again as the tape ended.

A second email had arrived during my viewing. 

Again the mail was from Becky.

"I can imagine the video you have just watched has left you a bit shocked but I also hope it's left you horny. I can't say I didn't want it to happen, as you can clearly see I loved every moment of it. I wanted to send this before I continued fucking the guys. I'm going to return downstairs and definitely get fucked in the ass and pussy again. 

That was awesome, but this time I'll have Dave fuck my pussy and Bob fuck my ass. 

I love and miss you and can't wait to be with to show you some of the new tricks I've learned.

I'll speak once the guys have finished with me.

Love you always

Becky xx"

Pleased I was still in her thoughts, I watched the video again, this time masturbating furiously to the wild sexual content.

I ejaculated in unison with Becky's gushing finger fuck orgasm.

I closed the laptop and lay awake on my bed waiting for Becky to call when her sexual ordeal was over!

Part 4

I fell asleep after countless wanking episodes watching my cheating slut wife being devoured by the two enormous cocks. 

To say she was enjoying all the sexual attention is somewhat of an understatement. She was fucking loving it!

I drifted into a deep sleep, emotionally and sexually drained.

The morning sunlight was peeking through the bottom of the curtains of the hotel room, rousing me from my weary slumber.

The laptop was on the desk next to the bed. 

The mail icon was flashing again informing me that I had an email delivery. 

My cock was raw from the previous nights self abuse, and my emotions were in much the same place. 

So much had changed in a very short space of time.

My loving faithful wife was now owned by two cocks, to do with as they wished. 

She had went from being a faithful, loving, honest partner almost the perfect suburban wife and now she had turned into this shaved pussy, trashy lingerie wearing fuck slut who offered every orifice to her sex partners.




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I thought I could accept her antics due to my unabashed arousal during her sexual display, but the cold light of day brought its own issues.

Were the guys still in my home fucking my wife? 

Surely if so, the neighbours would be aware that something untoward was occurring!

Our sex life had always been healthy, but I'd never seen my wife so aroused or open and available. 

She wasn't just being fucked; she was also doing a lot of the fucking!

I looked at the little clock in the corner of the laptop screen. 

Surely by now she will have stopped fucking?

The email icon was still flashing, so I hovered the mouse over the icon, double clicked and opened my email account.

A fine selection of spam and nonsense lay before my eyes but three from the top was an email from Becky with another large attachment.

The email read:

"Thank you for letting me act the way I have these last few days. 

I hope your reaction is ok with this new side to our relationship and I can assure that this is purely physical. 

There is no way I could become emotionally tied to these or guys like them. 

This is the first time I've ever went this far with another guy(s) since we married. 

I have had my moments, but never went this far. 

It felt so wrong and dirty but yet so right and wonderful. 

I can't explain how good it feels to be double penetrated. 

Swallowing other guys cum! 

Have them shave my pussy. 

Photograph me in lingerie being sexually used. 

I hope you got some pleasure from the video and I've attached another even hotter video. 

I think there is no point lying anymore but you will have to accept that I will be getting fucked by these guys and possibly other guys. 

I have found my sexual freedom and I'm sure we can enjoy it together. 

I won't be fucking these guys for a week at least and when you're due home I won't be fucking anyone for at least a week. 

Have a look at the video and let me know what you think!"

She was blunt and matter of fact with her email. 

She did give me some sort of emotional guarantee but she also confessed that she has had opportunities in the past. 

With her looks and figure I suppose being propositioned by guys must be an everyday occurrence.

I'd need to explore this more and find out what went on in the past. 

I read her email once more then clicked on the file attachment as an MP4 file began to download. 

The media opened on completion of the download and my marital bedroom once more came into view.



Slut Wife - A Stable of Lovers



"Alright darling I am on my way to the store, I should be back in about an hour."

Peter knew she wasn't going out to meet a lover because if she was she would have simply told him so.

Roxanne was a slut with a plan. Oh sure, she fucked a few too many random guys in the first few weeks after she decided to become a slut wife. She soon settled down and realized that it was safer and more predictable to have a stable of regular lovers.

Todd was still fucking her on a regular basis so he would be the first member of her stable. Roxy figured she needed 8 to 10. She had lots of candidates, but not enough long-term contenders yet. 

In the meantime she had fucked a couple of Todd's friends - only one was in the running for a second chance. And as a woman that dressed very provocatively she appreciated the support of her building's security guards. She regularly expressed that appreciation on her knees in their break room. 

Roxy figured out that over three weeks she had been propositioned 6 times for every time she went to the gym. Albeit, 4 of those 6 guys per day had already fucked her once and wanted a second go.

Roxanne already knew that Carl would be the second man in her stable of lovers. From the moment he set eyes on her they both knew that she had him wrapped around her finger. He was early 40's, a decade older than Roxanne - handsome, fit and virile. A very rich and powerful man, he was married to a beautiful socialite that hounded the man to no end. 

Roxy, by contrast, flirted with him wearing outfits that made his cock drool. She adopted the European habit of kissing him on both cheeks every time she greeted him. This allowed her to press her tits into his chest while she gently kissed him. When she saw him in the hallway or lobby or parking lot and they were walking in the same direction he would offer his arm, gentleman style, and she would take it brushing her tits or thighs against him as she did. She was always dressed to kill and she almost always saw his dick get hard at the mere sight of her.

However, Carl was also a shy and respectful man. Even though he was obviously hot for Roxanne he was married and so was she. He would succumb to her as soon as she made an overture, but she would have to make the first move.

Carl could see the way she dressed. He saw her with other men and he saw her jewelry. As with all of her lovers he was too overcome with passion and lust to be bothered by the fact that she was a slut wife. With most women, a man will struggle with knowing that she sleeps with other men. With Roxanne it seemed only natural. None of them could sustain her on their own and each felt lucky to get a piece of her. And each man felt envy, not pity, for her husband.

Carl didn't know for certain that Roxy was a slut wife, but he thought so. He just didn't know how to broach the topic. And he felt pangs of guilt at the fact that he would rather be one of many lovers to Roxy than the only man for his wife.

It was early Saturday afternoon when Roxy went to the store. She wore a pair of tight jeans that sat very low on her hips. In the front they laced up (like a corset or pair of shoes) and just barely covered her sex. Her top was cotton also with a lace up front. It came just below her full tits. When she looked in the mirror she made sure that the lacing was open enough to show her cleavage and the top was short enough to show a bit of under boob. As usual she wore high heels - though they were mostly covered by her jeans they achieved the desired result of extending her magnificent legs. Her only jewelry that day was a necklace with one of her slut wife pendants lying against her soft skin at the top of her deep cleavage.

Normally Roxanne had Peter, her cuckold, take care of grocery shopping. However, it was a lovely day outside and she wanted to show off her body. She drove in his convertible. And as usual she was propositioned by horny men throughout her errand. She smiled and flirted with each one. She was tempted once or twice, but did not do more than take a phone number. She was glad she had resisted when she got back to the condo building.

When Roxy pulled into her parking spot in the underground she saw that Carl was just getting out of his car as well. Ever the gentleman he came over to say hello to his obsession. As always his cock firmed just thinking about her little greeting - a soft hug with a kiss on each cheek - and she did not disappoint.

Seeing that she had a load of groceries he helped her carry them up to the condo. Ever aware of his interest in her Roxy scooted ahead through each door so that he could watch her wonderful booty wiggle for him.

"This was the perfect excuse to bring him into the condo." thought Roxanne "I could not have planned this any better."

Today was the day she would make her move. Once inside they put the groceries in the kitchen.

"Thank you so much Carl. If you have a few moments, I would love to show you the place."

"Yes of course but you should probably get some of these items into the freezer first."

"Don't worry Peter will take care of it." 

She took Carl's hand and led him through the condo. It was much larger than many of the other units in the building. The previous owner had put three units together.

As they walked out of the large kitchen Roxy kept holding Carl's hand to lead him along the hallway. At the second door she opened it and there was a small office. 

"Peter the groceries are in the kitchen. Close that web browser and go put them away." 

Carl could not see Peter from where he stood but noted the tone of Roxanne's voice - it was gentle and loving but very authoritative. She wasn't asking Peter she was telling him and giving very specific instructions on what to do right now. 

"I am giving Carl a tour of the condo. When you are done with the groceries, return to what you are doing." Again, not you may return, but a specific order to do so.

Carl did not even look back into the office as Roxy tugged on his hand and lead him away - his eyes were glued to her. It was a large and beautiful condominium - well designed and tastefully decorated. The tour ended in the recreation room.

The recreation room was huge and had what seemed like every possible toy or piece of equipment. It also had a huge bank of windows looking out over a large deck with a magnificent view of the City and the lake.

"Can I offer you a drink?" said Roxanne.

"Yes please.".

Roxanne went behind the bar and made him a martini. It might not quench his thirst but it would loosen him up thought Roxy. She made sure to reach across the bar so her tits would heave and swing as she set down both glasses. Then as she sauntered back around the bar she released one button of her top so that it was barely containing her.

Carl had taken his drink and was sipping it with his back to the bar. Roxy stood in front of him and pressed into him as she reached for her drink. He could tell by her actions that this honey was horny and ready for the taking. His cock was getting hard as she pressed into him. Yet Carl still hesitated knowing that her husband was in the house.

Sensing his building arousal Roxanne stood where she was, in front of him with his legs apart and her leaning against the inside of his thigh. She held her glass in one hand and ran the other hand up his thigh and gave him a full deep kiss before either could hesitate further. Carl instinctively returned her kiss and ran his hand up her ass while he kissed her. 

Roxy pulled away with a smile. For a minute Carl thought he had pushed his luck by grabbing her ass - maybe she was just a cock tease. She gulped the last of her drink and set it on the bar. Then she undid the front of her top and pulled it open. Her big tits bounced free and swung gently side to side as she removed her top, letting it fall to the floor behind her. 

Then Roxy took his drink and set it on the counter. Carl still had his back to the bar. Roxy stood in front of him between his spread legs. When both of his hands were free she took them in her hands and led him up to her breasts. As Roxy put Carl's hands on her tits his cock got as hard as he could ever remember it being and he was no longer unsure of where this was going.

"What about your husband?" mumbled Carl, fearful of losing this opportunity but ever the gentleman.

"What about him? He is putting away the groceries."

"Does he know? What if he comes in on us?"

"If he comes in us without my permission he will be punished. You see Carl I am what is called a Hot Wife or a Slut Wife. I have sex with other men and he waits for me." 

As she said this Roxanne was slowly unzipping Carl's pants. She quickly had his big hard cock in her hands. 

"See Peter knows that I am in here with you and he knows that I plan to fuck you. Do you want to fuck me Carl?"

"Um, yes of course I do. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met, but....."

"But what Carl?"

"This is all a bit much for me Roxanne." She still held his hard dick in her hand and slowly removed his pants while he was talking. "I mean what about my wife?"

"What about her? I won't tell." said Roxy with a bad girl grin. She suddenly let go of his cock and it flopped down between his legs.  He immediately regretted his hesitation, thinking she was about to withdraw her offer. In that moment he knew that he would do anything for her and had better stop waffling or he would lose this chance.

However, she wasn't withdrawing her offer. Roxy simply needed a bit more room to wiggle out of her tight jeans. With her clothes now on the floor Roxy stood naked before Carl, but for her shoes.

"So what is it going to be Carl? Do you want to fuck me or go home to your wife?"

He wasted no time with this second chance "I want to fuck you Roxy."

"Good." she purred as she moved back into his arms. 

After a long deep kiss Roxy slid down until her firm smooth ass rested on her heels as she squat before Carl's cock. It was long and thick. Roxy put her hands on his thighs and leaned forward to lick the length of his cock and suck on each of his balls. She looked up at him with a mischievous smile all the while, making sure her big tits pressed against his thighs with her every move. When she released his balls she chased down his cock head with her beautiful ruby red lips. Since she wasn't using her hands she sucked hard on his dick when she caught it in order to bring it deeper into her mouth. Once her lips controlled his manhood she eased it into her throat.

Carl couldn't remember ever seeing a woman take him into her throat like that. His wife was a poor cock sucker who complained about doing it - she thought a hand job with a little licking and a "yuck" look on her face when he shot his load into a tissue was a good blow job. He no longer even bothered to ask her to suck his dick.

Roxy suckled his cock. She looked at him, smiled through perfect lips opened her throat to accommodate his fat dick. She only released the slightest gurgle and choke as she pushed him deeper but did not stop. Carl tried to resist but within a few strokes he could hold it no more. He told her he was going to cum, fully expecting her to pull him out of her mouth. Instead she pulled back just a bit so that his cum would land in her mouth rather than her throat - she wanted to taste it.

Carl shot the hardest load he could ever remember and Roxy gobbled down every drop. He waited for her to be angry but she wasn't. She smiled and stood up.

"Thank you Carl. Don't worry that it happened so fast. It was yummy and that is typical for the first time with me. You will be ready to go again in a half hour or so and you can fuck me properly then."

Carl couldn't remember the last time he and his wife had gone twice in one night. He frankly wasn't sure if he could get it up for her twice in one night. For Roxy it would be no problem.

Roxanne's husband Peter knocked timidly on the frame of the door to the recreation room. 

"Come in darling. What is it Peter?" her tone was loving but at the same time she reached for Carl's firming cock, stroking it gently.

"Um you told Louis you would go see him at 5:30 at the end of his shift." 

In Peter's mind he saw the scene of Roxanne flirting with the security guard that morning before making this date. She had asked Louis what he wanted her to wear and he had said little booty shorts and a fishnet top. Peter had been three steps behind her. Yet neither Roxanne nor Louis acknowledged Peter's presence while they made plans for her to dress up like a slut and suck his dick in the break room before he went home at the end of his shift.

"Oh thank you for reminding me darling. Peter you know Carl, please come in." 

Peter was naked as she had instructed and he wore a cock and ball cage with a testicle separator - it didn't constrain his very nice cock it just applied pressure to the areas deemed appropriate by Roxanne.

"Carl I am sorry that I forgot this commitment but it will only take 20 minutes or so. Wait here."

Roxy turned to Peter "Stay here and keep Carl company sweetheart. You can answer any questions he has." When she kissed him deeply, Peter tasted Carl's cum on her tongue.

Both men stared with unbridled lust as they watched Roxy's beautiful naked ass wiggle towards the door. She went directly to her change room where she put on the outfit Louis had requested - little booty shorts that covered the top half of her ass and plunged low in the front to a lace up closure that barely covered her pussy and a fishnet half top. She was already wearing her heels and remembered her slut wife anklet at the last minute.

Roxy hurried out of the condo and went to the service elevator. She took it to the basement where the security staff change room and break room was located. As planned she was there just before him (she reminded herself to reward her cuckold for reminding her of this date). She made sure that when Louis came in she was bending at the waist back arched and ass thrust out, to look closely in the wall hung mirror while applying her lipstick. He liked to see her with lipstick when she sucked his big black cock.

"Good evening Roxy. How are you baby?"

"I am great Louis, how about you. You looked tired already when I saw you this morning." She put away her lipstick and came over to give him a kiss. "I hope I can help you cap off the week nicely darling."

"Thanks Roxy, that would be nice. You know you are the only one who remembered my birthday."

Roxy slid down into a squat position (again) and unzipped Louis's pants. She looked so sexy to him with her feet on the floor, legs spread, ass on her heels, back arched and big titties pushing forward brushing his muscular thighs. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, boxer shorts and uniform in one go. 

Louis's big black dick sprung free, hard and ready for Roxanne. 

She licked and teased the end of his cock with her tongue, smiling like a vixen. Then she pressed her face into his crotch and sucked on each of his balls one at a time while his fat dick rested on the side of her pretty face. She looked up at him with that same sexy, teasing, playful face "I'll try both at once if you like but I am not sure there is enough room."

"No baby you be gentle with them jewels." joked Louis while this wife slut goddess sucked on his balls.

She soon pulled back and returned her attention to his cock head. Roxy wrapped her teeth gently around the base of his big purple helmet while she probed his cum hole with her tongue. In between probes she thrashed and swirled her mouth around the end of his cock until she felt it start to twitch. Then Roxy looked up at Louis while she slowly eased his big black dick into her throat. She knew he loved to see her ruby red lips wrapped around his big fat dick. Louis held her head gently and feed it to her slowly.

"Ohhhh, that's it baby. Oh Roxy nobody does that like you baby. White girls, black girls, mexicans, asians, oh baby I don't care where you from nobody can suck dick like Roxy. Thank you Roxy thank you for the best birthday gift I have ever received."

Slowly back and forth Roxy pulled it in deeper each time, taking a breath before each plunge of his big cock until he was balls deep in her pretty smiling face. Louis had held on to that point, as usual, but could take it no longer. He shot part of his load down her throat but pulled back enough to put most of it in her mouth the way he knew she liked it.

Roxy got almost all of his cum. A bit escaped while she was gulping down the rest - she knew he liked to see a bit of his cum dribbling from her chin. Who wouldn't like that?

She cleaned herself up and with another cum tasting kiss Roxanne thanked her lover and left. "Happy birthday baby." He watched her luscious ass wiggle away and back to the service elevator.

While Roxanne was gone Peter had explained to Carl where she went. At first Carl was taken aback by the fact that Roxanne had just slipped out to suck another man's cock. Shouldn't he be angry. Suddenly fearful of feeling compelled to be angry with Roxanne he conjured excuses - it was a prior commitment, he had cum too soon. Then Carl realized that if she made no excuses, and he was certain she wouldn't, he would still beg for the opportunity to attend to her every need if she asked. Then he felt compelled to be obedient, to be there when she returned, as she had directed, in the hope of being rewarded with her favour. 

He was ready to submit to her and she had asked nothing of him. In fact, she was off sucking a big cock while Carl was convncing himself to submit to her.

Peter explained to him that all he had to do was follow her lead and he would be rewarded. She will satisfy all of your sexual needs and you will satisfy some of hers. No man can expect more and even a small portion of Roxy is more than most man can handle.

Peter told Carl about how she had sat him down and explained it to him. "You see for some women polyamory is the natural state Peter. Think about it, very few men can satisfy even one woman sexually. Of those who can satisfy a woman the limit is usually one woman and even then only some of the time. On the other hand every time a man has sex with a real woman he can be satisfied. A whore can satisfy dozens of men in a single day. For much of society the women's overwhelmingly greater ability to have sex is offset by their comparatively lower interest in sex. However, for a woman like me it makes no sense to restrict myself to one man. Peter I will still meet all of your sexual needs. We are just going to stop pretending you can meet all of mine. You will always first in my heart if not in my pussy my cuckold and lover."

When Roxanne got back to the condo she went directly to the recreation room where she had left Peter and Carl. They each saw the outfit she had worn to suck Louis's cock for the first time.

"I am so glad you gentlemen waited for me." The men were standing a few feet apart and she walked up to both of them and stood between them. She looked down and saw with genuine pleasure that each of their cocks were rock hard. Roxanne gave each a long deep kiss, starting with Peter. He was used to the taste of cum on his wife. 

Carl was not used to the taste of cum, but any thought of pulling away from Roxanne would never enter his mind again. He returned her soft wet kiss with gratitude.

"Now said Roxy, it must be a half an hour since you fed me your cum Carl." She strode over to the couch and wiggled out of her booty shorts. "Carl you know no man has stayed hard long enough to get into my pussy today. I have sucked two dicks but my pretty pussy is polished and untouched....well at least today, ha, ha. Do you want to be first Carl?"

"Yes ma'am."

Roxy sat on the couch then pulled her legs wide apart bent at the knee up to her shoulders. "You were good to wait for me Carl. Is this what you were hoping for? What do I look like to you Carl."




Slut Wife - A Stable of Lovers



"A wet dream." said Carl.

This answer pleased Roxy. She invited him over with her bending index finger. "Come take care of pussy Carl."

Carl, an evidently wise man, started by getting on his knees and licking her pussy which also pleased Roxanne.

Roxanne leaned back and watched Carl's efforts. Peter could see her spread legs and the happy look on her face as she watched Carl lick her pussy. She closed her eyes and massaged her tits while Carl started to suck on her clit. She had been wet to start but her pussy soon started oozing her delicious fuck juice. Carl loved the taste knowing he had his face buried in the pussy of a genuine horny slut.

"Come up here and fuck me Carl. Put that nice fat dick in my pussy and fuck me hard. I want to be fucked hard Carl. I need to feel your full balls slapping against my ass."

"Oh Roxy you are the hottest woman I have ever known. You are a horny slut and I love it." 

Peter still stood watching while Carl climbed on top of his sexy wife and started fucking her. He struggled to not cum on himself but he knew Roxy would be mad if he did. It was just so hard when he was watching this powerful stud fuck her.

"Oh baby that is the spot. Keep pushing your big dick against my g-spot Carl and when you pull it out spank my pussy with it before you start fucking me again. Mmmmm, that's it honey. What a nice big dick stud you are. Unh, ugh, uh."

Her legs were spread wide while her new neighbour used her pussy in front of her husband. Roxy's pussy started to quiver first and soon her whole body was tingling. Her tits heaved as she arched her back and her nipples got noticeably harder.

"Mmmmmmm." Roxy's eyes closed and her head rolled back and forth as she surrendered herself to her coming orgasm. "Fuck me lover, fuck me like a dirty slut and I will cum for you.  Mmmmm that is it. I am a dirty girl aren't I Carl? Letting you fuck me hard right here in front of husband. Your cock fits my slutty snatch perfectly Carl. Use your little slutty mistress and make me cum stud."

With that Roxy's body started to shudder and she pushed Carl out of her pussy just long enough for a pussy squirting orgasm. The kind of orgasm that Peter had never given her and now only rarely ever had the chance to even hope for.

"Mmmmm. That is it lover. Now come back here and put that fat dick back into my wet pussy. Yes, Carl, yes fuck that pussy."

Carl fucked her to another orgasm while Peter tried not to look so he wouldn't blow his load and incur her wrath.

"Are you ready to cum yet lover. When you are I want to move up here and feed me your cum. Put that big cock between my lips and tell me to swallow your cum.

Carl stood and crawled further up on Peter's wife to give her the cum load she craved.

"Here you go honey. Eat my cum. Suck on my fat dick like a filthy slut. Unh, ohhhhh."

Carl's body tensed and his head was thrown back as Roxy pulled his dick into her throat. He shuddered just a bit and Peter knew he was shooting his load into his pretty slut wife. Roxy gobbled wave after wave of delicious cum.

From where he stood Peter could see his pretty wife's legs spread like before Carl started fucking her, but now her cunt lips were spread open too, engorged with lusty desire and dripping with her sweet fuck juices. Her perfect full tits were visible between Carl's legs and as he pumped the last of his cum into her throat Peter saw that a little had escaped as it dribbled down onto those beautiful tits. Roxy slurped on his cock, cleaning up every drop as she and her lover relaxed. When Carl finally climbed off of Peter's slutty wife Peter could see his cum still dribbling off of her chin and onto her tits.

"Oh Carl I didn't think you would have that much cum left....ha ha." 

Roxy smiled that dirty mischievous smile while she cleaned the cum off of herself taking in every drop with a gentle slurp. 

"A good slut knows that licking just spreads it around. If you really want to swallow cum you have to slurp it down like a sticky oyster."

Roxy looked at Peter for the first time since Carl had started fucking her. She made no effort to get up. Roxy just laid there with her legs spread open showing her juicy pussy while she cleaned Carl's cum off of her big tits.

"Come here Peter. I forgot that I had allowed you to stay and watch me get fucked. Did you enjoy it Peter? Yes of course you did. Now let's see how your cock made out. I hope you didn't leak any cum like last time you watched me get fucked."

"No Roxy I didn't, but t was very hard to resist."

Roxy reached up and teased his balls with her manicured nails. She barely touched him, but his cock leaped to attention.

"You did hold it then. That is excellent Peter I am very pleased with you progress. Now let's see how full those balls are Peter."

Roxy gently squeezed them but Peter could not help but yelp as they were so sensitive from not being permitted to cum for a week.

"Hmmm, they are coming along nicely Peter. You are getting better at holding your cum. These blue balls will be ready for me in another two to three days. You can wait that long can't you cuckold."

She held his balls in her hands and squeezed them while she waited for his answer.

"Yes dear I can do it for you."

"Good boy, I know you can. Now go and fetch a drink for me and my new lover. Carl would you like to be my new lover?"

"Yes Roxy I would."

"Excellent. Peter you will be staying in the spare room tonight. Carl will be taking your place in our bed. That is assuming you can stay Carl or do you have to get home to your wife."

"No Roxy she will be out of town until the day after tomorrow."

"Good. Do you hear that Peter? Carl will be fucking me for the next couple days. If you are a good cuckold and keep your cum in those blue balls I may let you lick Carl's cum from my cunt tomorrow. You would like that wouldn't you Peter?"

"Yes, yes I would Roxy." Peter said honestly.

Roxy did not permit Peter to watch her have sex with Carl anymore that day. She was proud of his progress but knew it would be too much for him to keep holding his cum. Maybe when Carl bent her over the pool table Peter could have held off. She knew it would be too much to ask him to hold off when she spread her legs so Carl could fuck her in their marital bed. 

Just hearing the bed squeak from the other room while she got fucked by her new stud was almost too much for Peter to handle. His training was working - he shut out the sound of the squeaking bed with the thought of cleaning Carl's cum from his wife's pussy the next day. That would be all he would get for a few more days and he would be satisfied with that generous allocation of attention from his pretty slut wife.



Slut Wife - A Suitable Lover



We all have a "look". Some of it we are born with and some is based upon conscious decisions we make about how we present ourselves to the world. People make unconscious assumptions about us based upon our look before they even meet us. 

John looked like the type of guy who could fuck a woman well. He was 6'4", 220 lbs. of muscle with a fat 12" cock. He was good looking but not a pretty boy. He had a slightly larger than average nose and a scar on his left cheek from a childhood accident that was far less violent than the scar suggested.

The "probably a good fuck" part of his look was the only really accurate part of the way people perceived him. 

He was fit and active but not the jock people expected. He did not see himself as athletic or particularly competitive. His keenest interests were academics and business.

John had a confident and powerful presence, but he wasn't really social. In fact, he was a bit of a loner and certainly not a typical ladies man. John was at least as horny as the next guy but he wasn't a "player" and he didn't fool himself otherwise.

He was used to being treated with deference because of his physique, but it didn't go to his head. He didn''t bully or fight and was generally quite gentle.

A caucasian, farm boy he was smarter than he looked and preternaturally open-minded. Being neither a jock nor dependent upon a homogenous group of friends he never had the chance to be immersed in sexual or racial bias like so many young men. 

John grew up in a smallish town about an hour outside Chicago. His first years of sexual maturity were awkward. Girls cared about how cute and popular boys were and he was neither. However he was a genuinely good guy so he wasn't on the outside either. In other words, he got invited to all the parties but didn't get laid.

That started to change when he was in senior year of high school. Always more physically imposing than average he came to school at the beginning of the year well over 6'. Meanwhile the girls had decided that they were more interested in men than boys. 

John became a novelty and soon girls were approaching him. The problem was that teenage girls are a little unpredictable and occasionally self involved. To them he became the stud stereotype. It seemed like half the girls who came after him were drama queens trying to piss off a boyfriend. And the other half were wannabe bad girls who got frightened when they unzipped his pants.

John's were not the worst set of problems a young man can have for sure. However, by the time he graduated high school he was sexually frustrated. John had dated lots of girls and gotten to third base several times. However, he'd had sex with only a couple girls and it really wasn't that good. They behaved like lots of girls that age, as if they were doing him a favour by just showing up. One girl complained of his size the whole time and only gave him a couple hand jobs after that. Another introduced him to the fine art of cunnilingus but always found an excuse not to pleasure him. 

John was used to girls coming on to him but not delivering. The mystery of beautiful women was soon lost, at least enough that they no longer threw him into a tizzy. By the end of senior year he made limited effort to accommodate what he saw as self involved princesses. There was little to be gained except bad sex in exchange for putting up with their shit. Besides another one always came along.

..................................

Dani was different.

Shortly after graduation John's sister Becka came home for a visit. Three years older than John, Becka was attending a large university in Chicago. She was going to stay in the City and work for most of the summer, but she made a two week visit home first. She brought Dani with her.

Becka was the stereotypical buxom midwest country girl. After all she was from the same gene pool as John. She no longer dressed the part and she had grown more sophisticated but she was still drop-dead gorgeous. 

Happily for John, hot women seem to stick together. Dani was a lithe beach babe from California. Although hardly a woman of the world she came from a more liberal background than John and his sister and she was three years older. To John she seemed like the very definition of sexual womanhood. When they met one another both were speechless.

Becka could see the instant attraction and was more than happy to facilitate it. She was very close to John and felt that a bit of sexual experience before he went off to college in Chicago was a good idea. She wanted to make sure John didn't get his heart broken but it became evident he had no longer term designs on Dani, just a driving desire for short-term sex.

Dani was only staying a week. Her boyfriend was going to pick her up at the end of the week and they would drive home together for the summer. For the last four days of that week John and Becka's parents were out of town. Becka was content to catch-up with old friends while John and Dani fucked like rabbits.

Dani was the first girl that John had ever been with who seemed to genuinely like sex without guilt or hesitation. They both knew that four days was all they had and likely would ever have together. It was a free pass. What happened in those four days would stay between them alone and never be repeated. They explored each other's bodies and talked about their wildest fantasies.

On the final day about 45 minutes before Dani's boyfriend got to the farm she was in bed with John. He was lying on his back and she was kneeling next to him, stroking and edging his massive cock.

She had a lascivious look on her face as she turned to John and he knew right away that she had another dirty idea.

"I have another sex story that really got me off."

"Please do tell me you dirty slut."

She smiled. "Well it was about a woman who is cheating on her husband. He is a tool and a bad lover, but she is roped into him financially. Her lover is outstanding with a big fat cock like this one here." Said Dani is she squeezed his dick. "Anyway he cums inside her, but so that her husband won't know she has been fucked her lover eats his cum out of her pussy before sending her home."

"You want me to do that don't you baby?"

"Yes, of course I would. Will you?"

"For pussy like this? Hell ya, baby. Why don't you crawl up here and sit on my face so we can get you warmed up."

It was only about 8:30 a.m., but he had already fucked her once that morning. John had lost count of how many times he had eaten her well fucked pussy, but he had never had a cream pie. Dani writhed and squirmed on his face while he controlled her tight little ass with his powerful hands and licked her to a soft orgasm. 

When he was done eating her pussy he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs wide. Of the many positions in which he had fucked her over the previous days he knew this was her favourite. Her flexible little body flat on her back her knees locked and legs spread wide to accept his long fat cock. His big dick had been too much for her at first but now she wrapped her pussy around it like a glove.

It wasn't just the feeling of being filled with dick, although that was part of it. John's dick reached places no man had ever touched and very few ever would again. The depths of her pussy were more sensitive than Dani knew and when John plunged all the way into her it was a whole new pleasure centre. When he puled back the shelf of his fat cock head brushed against her g-spot. As he stroked in and out of her his girth was such that her pussy lips folded in and out, increasing her friction and arousal. When he was on top of her he only needed to pull his body forward a few inches (she had taught him that) so that the top of his fat dick stroked her clit with every movement. Ya, he filled her up with cock but he had also learned how to touch all of her pleasure centres at the same time.

This was the last time he would fuck her. The end of their encounter. John spread her legs gently and climbed between them. Kneeling at first he painted her wet pussy lips with the head of his cock. "Are you sure you want it baby?"

Dani squirmed involuntarily and smiled at him with with an urgent nod of her head.

"Say it Dani. One more time for me."

"Fuck me John. Oh please fuck me John." She purred in her sexiest voice.

He slowly eased his cock into her until it was about halfway in. That was about as deep as her boyfriend could go (and likely would later that day). Then he pulled himself up onto her, supporting himself on his powerful arms as he slowly feeds his cock into her. Dani's back arches when he has 9" in her and she held her breath until all 12" was in her, pushing out an involuntary squeal. John slowly stroked his fat dick in and out of her. Dani's body started to shudder just a few strokes later but there was a lot more fucking to do.

Danis' boyfriend had barely left the interstate when John first put his big dick in Dani. Dani rode the crest of waves of orgasms for the next 20 minutes. The car was coming up the long drive when John finally kicked it into high gear. Dani squealed and moaned like a whore while her body squirmed and spasmed involuntarily from the waves of pleasure engulfing her as John filled her pussy with his seed.

Their noise died down just as her boyfriend pulled up to the house. Through the open window they could hear Becka greeting him while John feasted on his own cream pie and Dani struggled to keep quite as he devoured her freshly fucked pussy. When she was cleaned and her body had stopped moving John got up and gently kissed her lips and said. "I hope we see each other again some day."

John went downstairs while Dani gathered herself. Five minutes later she came down went outside and kissed her boyfriend hello. Five minutes after that they were gone.

..................................

Dani was somewhat more experienced than John, but they learned a lot together. One of the more important things he realized came from conversation. John and Dani were chatting over drinks one day when he made a point of contrasting Dani favourably with the princesses he had encountered in high school.

"I am not sure you are being fair to them John."

"But Dani you are nothing like those girls."

"Don't be so sure. I am a bit older now, but I probably wasn't so different in high school. You have to put girls' behaviour in the context of how society treats us."

"I know, there is a double standard, but we can't always worry about what other people think."

"Spoken like a guy. It's not as simple as that John. A girl deemed a slut in high school may experience the worst kind of social trauma at the most vulnerable point in her life and that may be the least of it. One of my girlfriends was verbally abused, physically threatened and dumped by her boyfriend because of a bald faced lie told by some other guy trying to make himself look like a stud. It is not nearly as simple as saying, just ignore what other people say."

"Ok, I hear you but I never judged anyone that way. I don't see why they had to be so bitchy and presumptuous."

"I know you are a great guy and I bet most of your classmates know that too but it is tough to make that distinction when circumstances are overpowering and emotions are running high. No it isn't fair that those girls might think of all guys as being the same but you are kind of seeing them as all the same aren't you?"

"Fair enough. So how come you aren't like that now."

"How do you know I am not."

"Not with me."

"That is because I am here in a safe place and I know this will always be our secret."

"So you would be ashamed if your friends knew you were here with me."

"Not at all. Just because I see something as a private matter doesn't mean I am ashamed of it. I don't advertise when I am on my period either, but that doesn't mean I feel shame. Nobody wants every element of their personal life broadcast to the world. Frankly, I may be more open than most girls but if you showed up on campus and starting hitting on me you would get a more cautious reaction and if you went around telling everyone you fucked my brains out I would be angry."

"Doesn't that suggest that the reason you want to keep it private is because you are concerned what other people will think?"

"Ya. So. How would you feel if I told the whole world you were gay then accused you of being too concerned with what other people think if you were upset about it?"

"I would be angry, but that is because it would be a lie."

"But saying or implying I am a slut or letting others draw that inference because I had sex one time with one guy isn't a lie? What if you were gay or just bi-curious? Does that entitle me to take it upon myself to announce it to the world? Who are you to judge my reasons for wanting to keep something private? John, being honest and standing up for yourself is not the same thing as baring your soul to the whole world all the time. Surely you can understand that sometimes people want to keep things private right?"

"Yes of course."

"And do you accept the notion that it is up to each person's discretion what they keep private about themselves?"

"Yes, although I suppose if two people have sex it is both of their business."

"OK, but now you are splitting hairs. You know that society treats the male like a hero and the female like a slut. She is clearly the one with something to lose."

"You are correct."

"Put another way. Women don't want their sexual partners blabbing about it, ever. As a white male you have about as much credibility telling them they shouldn't be concerned as you do telling a black man he shouldn't be sensitive about racism. It just doesn't fly. To be more direct...If you shoot your mouth off about your sexual exploits you will be spending your nights at home alone. Clear enough lover?"

"Clear." Smiled John. "You aren't giving me a lot of hope for what college girls will be like."

"Well better to be realistic. However, I am trying to help you understand that the reactions you have seen from girls so far is more a function of their own maturity and social setting. Underneath all that we like sex too. We don't get sprinkled with the fairy dust of sexual liberation upon entering college but we do mature and become less concerned with what other people think. Meanwhile the social setting changes and it is a time when many girls experiment."

"That sounds better."

"John, you are going to have abundant opportunities. Just remember to be discrete. Whatever happens sexually, always keep your mouth shut. Oh and be nice to so called sluts. Most are perfectly nice girls who dated the wrong asshole."

"Most?" smiled John.

"Yes, some really are sluts. When you find one just thank your lucky stars. Accept her instead of trying to change her and she'll show you Shangri-la. Just don't buy into the stereotypes. Most guys wouldn't know a proper slut if she was sitting in their lap. We aren't the caricatures conjured in men's locker rooms."

"We...?"

..................................

Two months later John was on his way to college in Chicago.

Unfortunately, instead of a campus full of Danis or even a few Danis it was more like a slightly older version of his high school. He was going to a really good school on the strength of his grades and a scholarship but it seemed like his classmates were all upper crust. The guys were presumptuous douche bags. The girls were competing for head princess and more prudish than the ones in his home town. That is an unfair over-simplification, but compared to Dani it sure seemed barren of tantalizing opportunities.

For the first semester John just put his head down and worked. He had a full slate of classes and a part-time job. He was living in a tiny one room apartment. The student residence was full and he really didn't want to live there anyway. If he was careful with his money, being off campus cost him the equivalent of four extra hours of work per week. So he signed up for a half shift on Saturdays and rounded out the day with studies.

However, one of the benefits of a school in a city like Chicago is the City. A group of guys had been trying to get him to come out and have a few drinks. He wasn't all that interested. However, they were nice enough. Plus he had run out of excuses not to go and it was at the point where it would be rude not to go at least once.

They took John to a college bar with loud dance music. It wasn't his scene at all. Soon they were all drunk and scattered throughout the bar. He got along well enough and when he had done his social duty it was easy to slip away. The bar was about 3 miles from his house and he was still wide awake so he decided to walk.

Along the way he passed a few more bars and pubs. One of the pubs had a live band that was was playing the kind of music he liked. Mostly hard rock. It was an older crowd of people in their 20's and 30's. John could easily pass for older and he felt more comfortable here. Between sets it was just a loud bar with lots of people talking and drinking with no need for thump thump dance music to fill the void. There were lots of hotties, but they looked to be beyond the princess stage of their lives for the most part.

John was soaking it all in and sipping on his second beer when Barbara introduced herself. She was a walking cliche. She had recently learned that her asshole husband had been having an affair for years while she was busy raising kids. They had gotten married very young. She had gone from high school to 18 years of raising kids and mediocre sex.

Barbara was out for revenge and recompense. She didn't know what she was going to do about her marriage but she was definitely going to fuck someone. She was sober, deliberate and smoking hot. She was a buxom brunette with an hourglass figure and a pretty face. In many ways she was out of her husband's league. Lazy, distracted and selfish he complained she never made time for him and took up with a much dumber and uglier woman who doted on him. It seemingly never crossed his mind that the reason she couldn't make time for him was because she was busy doing everything else's to run and provide for the household.

It isn't all that often that women overtly pursue casual sex. However, when they do they go looking for a guy like John. He couldn't be more perfect for the part. If he was prettier he would be a cliche. If he was goofier he would be unsexy. He was somewhere in between, undefined with just the kind of body a woman wants to ride all night.

Barbara was instantly at ease with John. She was baring her soul to him in a time of weakness, but felt comfortable that he would not take advantage of her. Perhaps that was because she fully intended to fuck him anyway. However, she could also see that he was not mean or judgmental. They chatted and drank in the bar for a couple hours in the open and mature manner that she got so little of from her husband. It was cathartic for her.

At midnight John suggested they go back to his place. It was another half mile walk. The neighbourhood wasn't particularly dangerous but it was dark and deserted at night. Barbara couldn't help notice that if she was dressed in a tiny (borderline slutty) cocktail dress and 4" heels with her husband she wouldn't even consider this walk. It would feel too dangerous and she would question his judgment. At John's side she was perfectly comfortable. Barbara took his arm and pressed herself into him. 

She was hungry to explore his body. Barbara had come out with some friends looking for a young stud but hadn't actually expected to find one. Yet here he was. He was taking her home to fuck her and she was fully justified in going with him. 

When they got to his place John took his time. He poured her some wine. She already knew he was a young college student so the modesty of his apartment was no surprise.




Slut Wife - A Suitable Lover



They had kissed briefly in the pub, but now as John stood before her leaned in and gave her a longer, softer, deeper kiss. he took her glass and put it on the table then turned back to her and pulled the straps of her tiny dress off of her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground. He unclipped the front of her bra and slowly pulled it off of her shoulders as her large but still firm tits spilled out for him. Then he gave her back her wine glass, dropped to his knees and slowly peeled off her panties to find a freshly groomed pussy. 

Kneeling in front of her he steered her towards a comfortable chair and gently guided her to sit down. As she settled in with a smile he pulled her knees towards him and apart. John slowly caressed and kissed the inside of her thighs working his way up to her lovely pussy while she sat watching him and sipping her wine. It was silent and slow and both were comfortable savouring each movement. Barbara eventual put one leg up on the arm of the chair and motioned John into her pussy. His large powerful hands rested on her milky thighs as he teased her clit with his tongue and gently ran it up and down between her soft pussy lips.

Barbara's pussy looked as though it hadn't been fucked in a long time. Her soft folds were almost lapped inwards with barely any pink visible. Within a few licks though the blood started to rush to the region. Her breath was short and sharp and her brain wanted to scream with desire for him to lick her but he was already there. John slowly opened her with his tongue, priming her juices with his own saliva. Soon her pouting pussy lips were turned outwards and drenched with her liquid desire.

After 10 minutes of gentle attention with his mouth John had already provided more sexual pleasure than Barbara had experienced in years. When he slid his middle finger inside her and stroked her g-spot while he sucked on her clit, her body shuddered and bucked. All at once she felt the surge of orgasm pulse through her hungry pussy. It radiated out and up her torso to her sensitive nipples and down her legs to where John's other hand was stroking the sensitive area behind her knee. John held her there until her body was ready to come down from the crest of the wave.

Barbara was breathing heavy, wet with desire and orgasm when John stood up in front of her. From her vantage point he seemed huge. He undressed himself saving his underwear for last. Barbara gasped and got a worried look on her face when she saw the size of his massive cock. However, this was a woman who had delivered two babies. It was more than she bargained for but turning back never crossed her mind. At last a man would fuck her properly.

"Don't worry I will take it slow." Said John.

Barbara just nodded with excited apprehension.

John again started licking her pussy with one then two fingers inside of her. Just his two strong thick fingers felt like more than her husband's cock. John slowly worked them in and out then added a third finger intentionally spreading her to take his dick. When he thought she was ready John put the head of his fat dick on her pussy lips and took two handfuls of thigh. He twitched his dick back and forth on her by swaying his hips then he slowly pushed the head into her. Barb gasped and instinctively pulled away but John held her tight while he felt her pussy slowly yield and spread for him. She arched her back and let out a slow moan as her pussy let him a couple inches further. 

Barb looked up at John with a still nervous smile. Most of his massive cock was yet to come.

"You ok babe?" Asked John gently and patiently.

Barb nodded.

John kept slowly feeding her with dick. She felt him stretch every inch of her love canal. It wasn't quite painful, but it didn't yield easily. When he was halfway in he started to touch places no man had ever touched. At 9" she couldn't take anymore. John pulled back and slowly stroked his cock in and out of Barbara as her pussy reshaped itself to accommodate him. Like most women who had sex with John, Barbara was experiencing simultaneous stimulation of all of her pleasure centres. He wasn't at the right angle to brush her clit as he eased in and out of her so he gently rolled it between his thumb and forefinger while he fucked her.

Soon John did not need to hold her hips so tight. Barbara legs were spread, her pink wet pussy was turned out and she was grateful accepting the girth of his cock. She wasn't sure when the glorious, delicious feeling of his big cock went from the subtle discomfort of being stretched to its limit to the raging sensation of orgasm. John saw her body shudder and her head toss while she moaned and her lips curled from the numbing sensation of the orgasm washing over her body. He pulled his dick out of her just as she squirted all over him. That had never happened to her. Before she could gather herself enough to reactively apologize she felt John ease his big dick back into her. 

She understood then that it was ok. There was more to come and she could let her body go. Barbara was a happily sobbing puddle of sexual gratification when John was finally ready to cum.

"I am going to cum baby. Where do you want me to cum?"

Barbara was on the pill and she was not concerned about diseases from John. Careless perhaps but that is where her head was at that moment. However, she wanted to taste him and she wanted to give him everything she had to offer.

"Feed it to me John."

John smiled and stood up. He stroked his massive dick and put it to her still quivering lips. Barbara took him in her mouth and swallowed in earnest hunger, but she could not take it all. Soon John's cum was pouring out of her mouth, dripping off her chin and coating her big tits. When she was finished cleaning him off he bent down and kissed her full on her cumtastic mouth. They kissed deeply probing each others mouths while sharing the taste of his cum.

Barbara took another 10 minutes to truly regain her composure. Then she cleaned herself up and returned to John naked. She sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. "Thank you John. Thank you for liberating my libido. Thank you for fucking me the way a woman ought to be fucked."

They were in no rush and she revelled in the opportunity to lounge naked and exposed, casual and free with her young lover.

The next morning Barbara got up early to leave. She quietly pulled herself together while John slept and was about to leave when he awoke.

"Hey babe. You need a ride." It was a statement, not a question.

"It's ok."

"No it isn't, just give me a minute before you escape."

Barb smiled at him. Escape was the last thing on her mind.

John walked over to her in all his naked glory. With him in bare feet and and her in heels she was only about 5" shorter. He wrapped her in his arms, kissed her softly and gently nibbled on her neck. As she melted into him he pulled up her dress and groped her ass with his hands. When he turned her around and bent her over his table she gratefully complied. 

John ripped her underwear off and plunged his big dick into her now wet and accommodating pussy. This was the fourth time he had fucked her since they met and the first time she was able to take his full length. Each of the four times he had gone deeper and touched new places. She could scarcely believe he was doing it again.

This time it wasn't soft. He spanked her gently and fucked her hard and she loved it. They came together, him grunting like a bear and her moaning like a whore. And before she stood up John bent behind her and devoured her pussy, licking up every drop of his cream pie just as Dani had shown him.

When he was done, Barbara looked at him stunned and full of lust.

"I can't send you back to your husband full of cum, especially since you won't have any panties." Quipped John as they both looked at her torn panties on the floor.

When they got into his car John gently put his hand on her thigh. She instinctively spread her legs and offered herself to him. He stroked her and felt her up for the few moments it took to drive to where her car was parked. When they got there he pulled in behind her car. Barbara just waited with her legs spread in full and willing compliance. John reached over and kissed her again. When he stopped kissing his fingers were still in her pussy.

In that moment Barbara knew that she would do whatever he asked and she had to see him again. She gulped hard then looked at him and said. "I want to see you again."

"Yes, of course." Neither had a pen or paper but his email was easy to remember. He kissed her again and wished her a great day before removing his hand from her pussy. Barb got into her car and drove off. 

When Barb had been getting ready the night before she was chasing an act of desperation. She was hurt and angry with her husband, disappointed in her life and convinced that she was no longer attractive. Ever since hearing of her husband's affair she felt trapped in the cage that had taken the best years of her life and her beauty. Her friends' reassurance only showed that they felt sorry for her and made her more convinced that her fears were true.

It had been all she could do to screw up the courage to seek another man. She didn't expect to find one and if she did she fully expected to have more bad sex and come home feeling dirty and used, but it was better than staying compliantly trapped. That is the way men had been in Barbara's life. Her husband and even the few boys she dated before him showed "appreciation" only when they wanted something from her. 

John was different. Sure his physique was impressive and that would have been enough for her to take him home. However, that would have left her where she had expected - feeling dirty and used. What made her open herself to John was the fact that he did appreciate her. It wasn't a put on just to get into her pants. He saw her as a fully formed emotional and sexual being entitled to her own honest feelings, not just those that he found non-threatening. He easily spread her legs like the petals of a flower because he did not think less of her for sharing her beauty. 

For the first time in her life Barbara wasn't just playing a supporting role in someone else's story. John let himself be the supporting actor to her lead.

Instead of disappointed and shamed she was a beautiful sexy goddess with a new lover. The question now was what to do with her husband. Stay married and cheat on him? Dump him? Tell him of her planned ongoing infidelity and let him decide? 

Her husband was out of town for the weekend and she had arranged for the kids to be away for the previous night and most of the current day, just in case she got lucky. When she got home there was no skittering walk of shame from the car to the door. She took her time, strolling with the sexy walk of a confident beautiful woman, luxuriating in the knowledge that she wore no panties because her new lover had taken them as his prize.

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The day after she first fucked John, Barb had the whole day to herself. She pampered herself and contemplated her newfound perspective and troubled marriage.

It had been two months since she had discovered her husband's infidelity. As near as she could tell he had been having an affair for a period of years. Who knows if there were others. At first her view of his actions were very black and white. It was outright betrayal and 100% his fault. She would leave him and that was that. Of course her girlfriends all supported her fully.

Sitting alone in her house now she saw the evidence of their life together all around her. She remembered how she had lost interest in sex after they had kids. He had been very understanding for the first few years and they were both so busy they didn't have time anyway. By the time her physical interest in sex had returned she was extremely body conscious and became much less adventurous. Meanwhile her husband was sex starved and just didn't understand why she was so distant. A chasm opened between them and she used the never ending stream of family responsibilities as an excuse to not bridge that chasm.

After five years he grew impatient. After ten years he basically gave up on having any kind of vibrant sex life.

Through those years she had always rationalized away their lack of sex life. When he brought it up she dismissed it as typical male behaviour. The notion that men had needs seemed altogether to trite. He was just selfish and a typical male. 

Now that she felt sexually charged, she couldn't wait another week before having good sex. Ten years was unimaginable.

Her husband hadn't always been a bad lover for her and she was partly responsible for the chasm that had opened between them. As much as anything the benefit that John had provided was that of a fresh perspective. Barb still viewed her husband's affair as a betrayal. However, she now realized she had not been an ideal partner. Their circumstance was not all his fault. Forgiveness entered her heart.

She still felt it was time for them to part ways, but the bitterness subsided. They had simply grown apart. When her husband, Grant, got home she wasted no time confronting the issue. 

Grant begged her forgiveness and she forgave him, but was firm in the decision to separate. When he continued to press for reconciliation she made it clear that they needed time apart and could not live in the same house. She didn't want him clinging to false hope so she made it clear she would be dating and he should do the same (or keep seeing his mistress). He still clung to the prospect of a quick reconciliation until she told him she had already been with another man and planned to see him again.

Grant was hurt and dejected, but in some ways relieved. He knew this day might come and it was not as bad as he had expected. Barb hadn't flown off the handle or threatened to take him to the cleaners or deny access to the kids. They were still nominally friendly and he sensed the faintest glimmer of hope for reconciliation. He still loved Barb and was wildly attracted to her, now more so than ever. 

This would not turn out to be the final chapter for Barb and Grant. In the few weeks it took him to find a decent rental close by (so he could be there for the kids) they had sex regularly and it was better than it had been for years. Fucking his own wife but knowing they would not be exclusive was a surprising turn-on for Grant. They still dated and once he released the notion of winning her back to an exclusive relationship each rendezvous became an experience to savour.

John was the perfect support for Barb. She had no interest in him as a romantic prospect, but she intended to keep fucking him for as long as they were both interested. He was a "go to" guy that left her room to explore.

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For the next few weeks, John stuck to his studies with occasional visits from Barb. She knew how much he enjoyed her body and relished the opportunity to dress in ever more revealing and sensual outfits for him. It was a short hop from being willing to do anything for him to wanting to do things for him.

Another month passed and it was almost the christmas break before John went out again socially. He was busy with studies and just needed a break without pressure or expectation so he went alone back to the same pub where he had met Barbara.

That was the night he met Ashley. She was from Chicago and was out with some local friends. She was also a fourth year honours student at his university, but neither knew that. 

Ashley was obviously less mature than Barb but a beautiful sexy woman nonetheless. A pretty and petite brunette, Ashley filled out her body hugging dress just right. 

It was soon in a pile on the floor next to her "fuck me" pumps at the foot of John's bed. Based upon his physical mass Ashley knew John would be well endowed, but she was still shocked when he took his pants off. They had fun together, but she turned out to be a bit more timid than he thought and she was soon on her way.

Just as first term exams were wrapping up John saw Ashley at the college. She was hanging out with a group of girls who he knew to be from a sorority house. Evidently so was she. John was across a courtyard when a guy came up to Ashley. She left the group and went over to give him a kiss before they started walking hand in hand towards John. Halfway across the courtyard Ashley completely blanched and looked away from John.

Frankly her reaction was a bit offensive to John. Was she embarrassed to even know him or did she think he was dumb enough to start blabbing about their encounter? Maybe neither and she just didn't know how she would explain knowing him? Oh well, John had never expected to see her again anyway. Besides, as pretty as she was, in this context she was unattractive to him.

John was going to stay in town for a few days to earn some extra money before going home for Christmas. The next saturday morning he awoke to the sound of banging on his door. He was hurrying to get ready for work when he opened the door to an angry looking Ashley wearing what appeared to be intentionally dour jeans and sweater.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were a freshman at the college?" raged Ashley.

"You never asked and it hardly seemed relevant Ashley. Why are you so angry?"

"Well it was a mistake and it will never happen again."

"OK." replied John calmly and not the least bit interested in her in this state anyway.

"How many of your little friends have you told about us? This better not get back to my boyfriend. We were on a break but he would still be mad as hell."

"Nobody Ashley." Said John now very anxious to be rid of this girl.

"Really? Nobody? How can I believe you? I remember being a freshman. All the boys couldn't wait to shoot their mouths off." Fumed Ashley. She was still angry and scared but a bit more aware of how nasty she was being.

"Nobody, Ashley. The secret is safe with me." Said John now quite offended as he closed the door on her.

Ashley stood indecisive and now calmed a bit by his assurances. Slightly ashamed she dared not knock on his door again. After a moment she stomped away.

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At the beginning of second semester John was seated in the back of his economics class when to his horror the TA (teachers assistant) came in to conduct the first class. It was Ashley. As quietly as possible John slipped out of the class and went straight to the registrars office to change his course schedule. Happily he was able to switch to a different time with a different professor (and hopefully not the same TA).

Ashley had seen John leave. It reminded her of her visit to his apartment and she was ashamed of her own behaviour. As it happened she had broken up with her boyfriend over christmas. Turns out that when they were "on a break" he had been fucking every girl in sight including one of her sorority sisters and friends. In fact, through a tumultuous few months John was the only person who had acted somewhat maturely. She had never heard a peep from anyone about their rendezvous.

It took a week for her to screw up her courage, but she soon found herself on John's doorstep. This time she was there to apologize. John accepted her apology like a gentleman and empathized with her over her break-up, but it didn't really change his perspective. To John she was high maintenance and self-involved and that was enough to make her unattractive.

Ashley was wishing for something more for them when a few moments into the conversation she said "So now what?"

"Now I go to work." said John. He walked down the stairs with her, supportive and friendly but offering no avenue to romance.




Slut Wife - A Suitable Lover



As she saw John drive away in his beat-up old car Ashley wanted to believe he was just being petulant and holding a grudge from her earlier nastiness, but she knew that wasn't true. He was being mature and gentlemanly. He had simply lost interest in her and that made her want him all the more.

The semester rolled along and Ashley made numerous attempts to connect with John when she saw him on campus, now less concerned whether anyone saw her with him. He was always pleasant and good company, never in a rush to get away from her. They became friends, but that was all. 

John wasn't acting or playing games. The fact that he was seeing Barb on a regular basis and occasionally picking up other women ensured that he wasn't drawn to Ashley out of desperation.

One day near the end of the semester, Ashley and John were sitting having a coffee together when she blurted out "John, do you think you will ever have any romantic interest in me again?"

"Ashley, I don't think I have any romantic interest in anyone at this point. I am a young man enjoying my college years. I just want to have fun."

"OK, let me rephrase that." Said Ashley getting more bold than she had ever been with anyone. "Do you think you will ever have any sexual interest in me again?"

"Ashley, you are very beautiful, but I just don't think we are right for each other."

"Why is that?"

"You aren't my type."

"What does that mean? I was your type the night we met." Ashley was getting a bit sensitive.

"That's true, but the woman I met that night is very different from the one I have gotten to know subsequently. That night you seemed like a woman that was very comfortable with her sexuality and I found that very attractive."

"And I don't seem that way to you now? Is this about the time I was bitchy to you?"

John smiled at her recognition of her own behaviour. "No Ashley. You apologized, I forgave that is all there is to it. However, if you want to push this point, no you don't seem as comfortable in your sexuality as you did that night. What I have seen since then is a girl who is very aware of and concerned how other people see her. It seems to me that is what made you so angry that day. It wasn't anything we had or hadn't done it was the fact that people might find out." 

"Oh I see." Said Ashley knowing he was right. "But it hasn't been that way for the last couple months."

"Well you aren't ashamed to be seen talking to me now. That is nice, but is isn't exactly revolutionary."

Ashley sat quietly fuming wanting to blame him but knowing he was just saying what he felt. Had she really been that cold? It wasn't the way she felt but like a lot of pretty girls she dealt with men's advances by being dismissive or aloof rather than taking control. Most guys were either so anxious to get with her that they accepted her response or they said something rude which validated her approach, but not John. He just politely and diplomatically refused to be treated that way. Showing up and not being bitchy wasn't enough to attract John's attentions. She wanted to be angry with him but he was so damn calm and nice about it.

She also couldn't help notice that in his references to their first encounter he called her a woman, but otherwise used the word girl. It wasn't intentional which made it bite all the more.

"So you saw me as more womanly that night, but now I am just a girl? Is it because of the way I was dressed? I looked more slutty. Is that what being a woman means to you? You think all women should be sluts?" fumed Ashley getting worked up again but trying to control it.

"No Ashley, I think all women should be who they are. And I am entitled to like what I like. If slutty is the word you want to use then ok I like slutty women. That is not the same as expecting that of women. Since that night have I ever made you feel insecure or less of a woman because you don't fit my idea of sexy?"

"No, not until now."

"Well I am sorry for that Ashley. Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut, but you asked."

"So it was the way I dressed that turned you on."

"Well you did look very sexy, but as much as anything it was the fact that you didn't seem to care what other people thought about how you dressed. You were confident in your sexuality and didn't feign some unrealistic notion of sexual innocence."

"I was with my high school friends and we were always a bit more racy than my college friends."

"Fair enough, but that night all I saw was a sexy woman comfortable being a sexy woman. Every time I have seen you since then you seem more concerned about fitting in and avoiding judgment. Ashley, I do like provocative women and I won't apologize for that."

"I can be provocative."

"Yes but you are playing a part. The real you is here on campus trying hard not to look provocative."

"How do you know the woman you met that night isn't the real me?"

"I don't, but if that is the real you why are you hiding it?"

"It isn't so easy for a woman John. I can't just ignore how other people see me. I'm a social person and I like to fit in. And I get sick of being hit on whenever I dress even a bit attractively."

"Ashley, if the sexy provocative woman is the real you and you hide that part of yourself to please a bunch of judgmental sorority sisters and frat boys, well...let's just say that isn't very attractive either. You are beautiful. Are you going to spend the rest of your life hiding because you can't cope with the attentions of men? It isn't going to stop you know. I kind of wish we weren't having this conversation Ashley. It isn't for me to tell you how to conduct yourself."

"I know, it is me pushing."

"Ashley, I don't expect the women I date to teeter around in heels and mini dresses all the time. However, I do expect them to care about what I find attractive a whole lot more than what every random busy body thinks. It so happens that I am attracted to a degree of overt sexuality which is also often accompanied by actual sexual experience. Lots of women aren't so inclined and that is just fine. I don't expect it, I don't think it is the way women "should be" and I don't think more or less of a woman based upon how she dresses or her sexual activity. However, it is a big part of what I find attractive. You don't fit that profile. That is just fine and none of my business. I don't judge you for feeling that way. Don't judge me for feeling the way I do."

"So if this is the type of woman you date, how come I don't see slutty girls throwing themselves at you all day?"

"First of all I never said I was dating a lot of girls or that many have interest in me. I just told you what I like and frankly most girls don't fit that profile. The fact is that I am plenty busy with school and work. As for the women I do date I prefer to be discrete. I am not oblivious to society and how it functions and most women who have casual sexual relations don't want to advertise it."

"I thought you said you like women who are overtly sexual?"

"That's true but a woman doesn't need to advertise her activities to be a comfortable sexual being. We all have our secrets. For me its about being comfortable with who you are, not telling everyone everything about yourself."

"What do you mean, give me an example."

"OK Ashley, but don't get mad at me for this..."

"We'll see." smiled Ashley.

"Right now you are wearing a simple v-neck t-shirt. You have a slim toned body with a nice rack so it looks good on you. However, I see you constantly adjusting your bra straps and pulling at the underwire where it digs into your skin. Plus that thing must be hot as hell in this weather. Without intending to get too personal I have seen you naked and you do not need the support. So why not a light lace bra or no bra at all? It's not like you would be pushing the envelope beyond attire that we see every day on campus."

"I don't know. Its not like I dress in granny underwear. I am just not comfortable with that look."

"Because you don't think it looks good or because you are afraid of what others will think."

"I don't know, a bit of both I guess."

"Well when I see you there squirming with that stupid full coverage bra I see either a woman without the desire to be sexually appealing or with the desire but not the courage to be herself."

"Ouch."

"I am sorry. I didn't intend to be mean. Maybe I am just shallow. I can't possibly know what it is like to be a beautiful woman like you. You are stunning Ashley. However, beauty and sex appeal are not the same thing. I get why you would be inclined to dampen your sex appeal for acceptance, to keep guys from bugging you or whatever reason you feel is right for you. The fact remains that you appear to be trying to dampen your sex appeal and it is working, including on me."

"OK. I get your point. It isn't easy for me. I was raised to be a good girl."

"So it was ok to fuck the frat boy who treated you like shit because he approached you the way your mom told you it was supposed to work...but you were ashamed to have sex with me?"

"Well it sounds stupid when you put it that way."

"And yet you are a very smart woman. Anyway, can we stop talking about this. I am studying for my economics final tomorrow and what I really need is that honours student brain of yours to tell me why the financial crisis of 2008 proved the efficient market theory rather than refuting it...."

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Ashley wasn't sure if she bought everything John was saying, but he wasn't entirely wrong. And the last of his comments were clear. He thought she was a beautiful woman. It was her attitude and approach that had cooled his ardour. She simply had to ask herself how badly she wanted him and the answer was now very badly.

Two days later they each had their last exam for the year in the afternoon. That morning she put on the shortest sun dress she owned and matched it with high heel sandals. To use John's words, not revolutionary but more provocative than she usually dressed. It had a snug bodice and decent support so she went further out on a limb and did not wear a bra.

At lunch time Ashley found John in his usual quite corner sitting at a picnic table in the shade reviewing his notes. Normally he saw her coming from afar. This day he didn't see her until she was right in front of him because her look was so different from normal.

John's jaw dropped when he saw her. He stayed quiet, more than willing to let her bask in the knowledge that she had knocked his socks off. Without a word Ashley hiked her dress up just enough to reach her panties, pulled them down bending at the waist and gave them to John. Then looking directly into his eyes she said. "I was hoping that while you are taking your final exam you'll take a moment to think about the Brazilian wax I got yesterday. I know I'll be thinking about it. After the exam I am going to my parent's house for dinner. I was hoping that afterwards I could swing by your place. Say around 10:30 tonight. You can give those panties back then unless you can think of another reason for me not to put them back on. Would that be ok?"

John just nodded and smiled.

After her exam Ashley approached her professor who she knew had a little crush on her. They made a date for the following week.

After dinner she drove to John's place. Walking up the stairs she could feel the cool spring breeze on her bare pussy. John was waiting with no panties in site.

"Where are my panties John?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't put them on just yet."

Ashley smiled, pulled down the shoulder straps of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was a sexy desirable woman now and she would never go back. For many years to come Ashley, like Barb, would be a part of John's life. Sometimes pausing for long periods, sometimes gorging on his sexuality they would return to him time and again.

Sure John had all the physical attributes of a good lover, but that wasn't what brought them back. What brought them back was that whereas every other man wanted to own and control their sexuality he wanted to liberate it. Where others drew limits on what they would accept John wanted to dig deeper, know more, see the core of their sexual being without reservation or judgment. It wasn't a plan or a scheme to get into women's pants. It is the way he was. He saw ultimate and irresistible beauty in a promiscuous sexually mature woman.

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Women came and went but it seemed like one per semester became connected with John for longer periods. By the time he finished his undergraduate degree there were six women with whom he had regular sexual relations.

Barb was the wildest. With her own children soon grown and moved on she took her husband back on new terms. He was her cuckold and they were John's first experience as a bull in the fetish lifestyle.

Ashley had finished graduate work and was working as a professor. She had a steady boyfriend but John's apartment was the only place where her deepest desires were expressed. When she was there she was a slut, his slut naked and exposed to anyone trusted by John. Ashley grew to crave the openness she felt with him.



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Lisa had worked for the same medium sized law firm since she graduated law school. Tim was an independent IT consultant. 

Both were doing well, but Lisa was definitely the high earner in their relationship. She worked in a more lucrative industry, but she was also a tireless high achiever with a dynamic personality. Lisa was an accomplished and intelligent person who earned respect with hard work, good judgment and an innate ability to see through bullshit. 

She was fortunate to be part of a very forward looking and modern firm. Two of the five senior partners were women who had gotten where they are on their own steam. They believed that a woman did not need to adopt male attitudes to succeed. Quite the opposite was true as the entire firm had benefited from a strong female perspective. At the same time it was a strict meritocracy. The female leaders resented the asterisk that was metaphorically put next to every woman's name whenever a woman was hired to fill a quota and they went out of their way to make sure everyone was held to the same high standards.

Lisa had flourished and grown into the person with the most knowledge, perspective and insight on many topics. Her contributions were much sought after and it was widely expected that it would only be a short time before she was the firm's youngest junior partner. She was a natural leader.

Lisa was 34 years old. Standing at 5'7" with a lean athletic body she had legs for days and beautiful perky C cup breasts with large pink aureolas. Her soft curly brown hair and large brown eyes framed a stunning face. Always confident in her beauty, she dressed to accentuate her best attributes - not slutty or provocative but definitely not afraid to be a woman.

Tim had worked for the same firm in the IT department at one time. When they were downsizing a few years earlier they had offered some of the staff buy-out packages and he leaped at the chance to take the money and start his own consulting practice. The firm had underestimated his contribution and soon hired him as a consultant at double the rate he had earned as an employee. However, that was only a small part of his practice. He spent about one day a week at their office and the rest of the time working for his other clients, usually from home.

Tim was 36 years old. He was an attractive man, 6' and 180 lbs. Friendly and outgoing he had always gotten along well with other people. He also did reasonably well with the ladies, though Lisa was clearly out of his "league" so to speak.

Lisa was definitely more socially reserved. It wasn't that she was shy per se, but she struggled to relate to people socially. One would never catch her saying this, but she was isolated by beauty and brains. Lisa found most social conventions to be a pointless waste of time. She held strong opinions that intimidated people and had little time for superficial views. She had come to expect that most men would be intimidated by her or try to manipulate their way into her pants. The strong, confident and authoritative characteristics that served her so well in a professional setting were unsettling to others in a social setting. 

Lisa and Tim had met in their mid-20's at the firm where she now worked. Both were reasonably experienced and sexually mature (as much as anyone is in their mid-20's anyway) at the time. She was pre-occupied with her career and was not looking for anyone to rock her world sexually. Tim was an attentive and enthusiastic lover and a good partner. He wasn't the jealous type, didn't compete with her and didn't try to change her. They were in many ways polar opposite personalities and therefore complimentary. 

They got married when she was 27 and he was 29.

Five years into their marriage they were still in love but their lives had started to grow apart. A rising star, she was constantly working. In her absence Tim was left to fill his own time. At first that meant more activities with friends, but they had jobs too and many were having families so they weren't available that much.

Internet porn soon started to occupy an increasing portion of his time. Tim slowly slipped into a fantasy world. In that world he had abundant access to whatever women he wanted in the moment, he was a sexual dynamo and things always went the way he wanted. The increasingly busy, tired and distracted Lisa seemed to pale by comparison. She was as beautiful as ever, but she was a human not a fantasy. And he was human too. When his own sexual performance did not measure up to his fantasies he continued to withdraw into his own world.

Meanwhile Lisa rose through the ranks of the firm and became its youngest partner ever at 33. Whereas the overall firm was very sensitive to issues of equality and harassment it was different in the inner circle. Partners are owners of the firm. Women were well represented in this group and the male partners were comparatively enlightened. They were very loyal to each other.

The day Lisa made partner, Janet a senior partner took her out to lunch.

"Lisa, as you know the annual partner review will be completed today. We haven't appointed a new partner in three years. This is a small and closely held firm and the majority of our lawyers never become partner. Those that do obviously need to be highly capable and accomplished, but they also need to be compatible with and loyal to all of the partners."

"I understand." said Lisa in the brief pause offered by Janet.

"I don't think I really need to tell you any of this, but I need to be very explicit. Firstly, a new partner is soon in possession of all kinds of sensitive information, some of it about the partners and not all of it related to the practice. Our confidentiality obligations extend beyond the legal requirement. You never share anything remotely sensitive within anyone outside the partnership. Not your family, not your friends, not your lovers. Nobody. Ever. Likewise if a partner has a problem with another partner it stays within the group and gets resolved by the senior partner."

Lisa nodded.

"Secondly, a partner must be able to lead and exercise authority. We believe in equality in that anybody should be eligible without regard to their gender, race or beliefs. That is not the same as granting equal authority and responsibility to everyone."

Again Lisa nodded.

Later that afternoon Lisa was announced as a new partner and Janet took over a three year rotation as senior partner.

In an oddly collegial and adult way, Lisa received far more come-ons and flirty behaviour now that she had the power to tell them to fuck off. If it bothered her she could say so and it would stop. Secure in her role she quite enjoyed the flirting.

Increasingly called upon to network and develop client relations, Lisa spent more time dealing with people outside of the firm. It would not have been acceptable to overtly use her femininity to win business. Being a cock tease or whore was not the way to establish long-term credibility. However, she was also not expected to deny or cover up her sexual appeal. A prospective client who might not take a meeting with a middle aged man would take a meeting with Lisa. As long as the meeting was professional and focussed on tangible business and legal matters there was nothing wrong with her looking her best to foster that ongoing receptivity.

Lisa was enjoying the extra attention and authority of her new role and the vaguely sexual connotation of how she presented herself was exciting. She enjoyed using the increased income to upgrade her wardrobe. Three months into her partnership she realized her hemline and heels had risen.

At the same time as Lisa's career and sex drive were going through the roof, Tim's obsession with sex and porn was becoming more intense. In the absence of an exciting sex life he latched onto the idea of an open marriage. It would be his path to more sex. Even though he was not a jealous man he was not clear on his feelings about Lisa having sex with other men. Sometimes the thought was extremely titillating and other times it was frightening. Most of the time he thought of himself fucking other women.

...

One year into her partnership, Lisa had just turned 34. She finally had her feet on the ground and started to become aware of the distance that had grown between her and Tim. She made it a priority to spend more time together. And she added to her shopping list some sexy lingerie and a couple novelty outfits (french maid and school girl). The truth is, it wasn't only about romance. Lisa was horny and getting tired of relying on her vibrator.

Tim was thrilled with the increased sexual interest from Lisa and now that he had her attention felt much more able to please her. However, the open marriage idea never left his mind.

The subject first came up over dinner. Tim mentioned that he had heard that one of the partners at her firm liked to go to swingers clubs. Lisa brushed it off quickly.

"Does that bother you Lisa?"

"What the idea of a swingers club? No. However, I don't know anything about any of my partners being into that and if they are it is their business."

"Would it make you uncomfortable if they did?"

Lisa smiled. "Not at all Tim. I don't see what their sexual proclivities have to do with their appeal as a person or abilities as a lawyer."

"Are you really that non-judgmental." smiled Tim.

"No probably not about everything, but I do try. Sexual habits is just one of those areas that seem to be entirely none of anyone else's business. Besides I do not want to discuss the personal lives of my law partners."

"So if we were swingers, you would be comfortable with everyone knowing it?"

"That is a different question. I said I would respect others' privacy. While I hope they would respect mine I am not naive enough to assume they all would. So no I wouldn't be that comfortable with everyone knowing I was a swinger, but I would like to believe that I wouldn't hide it either. I wouldn't want to live that way...hiding it I mean."

"Have you ever thought about it...being a swinger?" asked Tim.

"There has to be a better term. Swinger makes me think of people in the 70's trading spouses in a wood panelled basement full of hair pussies." laughed Lisa.

"Ok what term would you use madam lawyer?"

"Well I guess it depends upon what you mean. Is it the same as an open marriage? I think of swingers as people getting together in couples and swapping mates. That seems a bit creepy to me for some reason. What if you don't like the swap you end up with? And if you are going to open up your horizons that is really just one "scene"."

"So how is an open marriage different?"

"Well it seems to me in an open marriage the partners are free to pursue sexual dalliances individually. It doesn't have to be part of a swap set-up."

"Doesn't that open it up to more risk of emotional involvement?"

"Maybe or maybe it keeps the sex and emotions more isolated. Either way the situation is fraught with risk to the marital relationship. It seems to me the only way it works is if the extramarital sex is just sex or I suppose polygamy/polyamory which is more than two people in a committed relationship."

"You have thought about this?"

"No I haven't. I am a lawyer. I am used to formulating responses on the fly. You are the one asking the questions. I think you have thought about Tim."

"Yes, I have. To be honest it came into my mind when we weren't having any sex."

Lisa looked briefly hurt.

"Listen babe I understand you were busy. I don't blame you for the dry spell we had, but the thoughts crept in."

She knew he was right about the dry spell.

"I know."

"Anyway, the last while has been awesome. I am so glad to be having sex with you again, but the thought hasn't gone away."

"So is this something you want Tim? To have an open relationship?"

"I only know that I am titillated at the thought. I don't know what I want. I would never want you to do something like this to please me. What do you want?"

"Tim, you have thought about this a lot more than me. Let's come back to it later."

"Yes, of course."

It wasn't an easy thought to just drop. Lisa used the awkward silence that ensued to check her smart phone then went to the bathroom. She needed a few moments to herself to connect with her real feelings. She was titillated by the idea. She was only modestly concerned about her being jealous and she didn't know if he would be jealous. It was fraught with risk but the idea crept into her head and stayed there.

When Lisa came back to the table she was more relaxed. They didn't drop it. They kept talking about it. By the end of the night no decisions were made but both knew they were going to do it. They had the best sex of their marriage that night.

The next day was a saturday. Tim was making breakfast when his sexy wife came into the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt. Still buzzing with sexual energy he placed bacon, eggs and toast in front of her then got on his knees to lick her pussy before making his own serving. Her used pussy tasted of the previous nights passionate, raunchy sex. Tim loved it when she tasted this way. Lisa signalled her receptivity by spread her legs and shimmying down in her seat to give him better access. She enjoyed her meal and being eaten out.

When she was done her breakfast Lisa leaned back and enjoyed a few more minutes of having Tim lick her pussy. Then she got up, made his eggs and served them to him and got on her knees. Eggs, toast, bacon and a sloppy blow job. Tim wasn't able to finish his breakfast before Lisa drained his balls while she was kneeling on all fours in front of him. She swallowed every drop.

When she was done cleaning off his cock Lisa stood and grabbed her coffee. Leaning against the wall she watched Tim finish his breakfast.

"So how do we do this Tim?"

"Well I know you are skeptical the a swingers scene, but it seems like a logical place to start. It is a controlled environment with people of like minds or at least nonjudgmental minds."

"Ok. I am guessing you know just the place."

"I do." smiled Tim.

Tim and Lisa talked and planned and fucked each others brains out for another two weeks before they finally acted.

...

The swingers club was receptive but there was a lengthy approval process. Tim was horny and impatient but Lisa was happy for the club's diligence. They wanted to be sure that Tim and Lisa were actually a STD free couple and that they had an open-minded view of multi-party sex. To Lisa's relief they weren't selling a given sexual philosophy, but making sure that Tim and Lisa would treat the other members with respect regardless of their lifestyle. It was a month of interviews before their first event.

The club had events every saturday at the same venue and sometimes elsewhere throughout the week. The primary venue was a sizeable watering hole in an area of the business district that had little weekend traffic. The front room could be shut down so as not to attract attention from the street. Swingers entered through a rear exit off of a private parking lot that could be controlled at the entrance from the street. There was no big secret. However, the layout allowed the venue owners (also members) to keep the events low key with no prying eyes.

The first night Lisa wore red lace bra and panties with a simple dress that overlapped in the front with a plunging neckline and short hem. With matching red pumps she looked sexy but not over the top. 

Tim wore casual street clothes. Lisa told him that men looked best in clothes that fit them well, be that casual or black tie or anything in between. However, anything overtly sexy usually looked ridiculous. "I don't know about other men, but women don't want to see a man in a g-string." She had joked.

Both of them had some nerves as they drove to the club, but Tim was definitely more anxious. He fully expected to have sex with another woman that night and wasn't really sure how to go about it or how Lisa would respond. Lisa, on the other hand, did not expect to have sex. The club members had told her it was very casual and she could take all the time she wanted to adjust. She knew she would need that time. Unlike Tim she also knew that when she was ready she would not have to go looking. Lisa wasn't vain, but she knew she was beautiful and would receive plenty of overtures. All she had to do was be pleasant and in control which came naturally to her.

It was only about 9:00 p.m. when they arrived. It was a casual space with couches and chairs scattered throughout the room and a bar at one end. It had the vibe of a large private party more so than a den of sexual promiscuity. The other members were dressed much like Lisa and Tim, men casual and women modestly to extremely provocative. They were greeted pleasantly by several members as they made their way to the bar. 

Once they settled in they noticed a few of the members being more amorous than would be the case at a typical party. They also saw people coming and going through a hallway. Tim and Lisa knew from their interviews that there were private rooms away from the main gathering area. All in all it was a rather more comfortable environment than either had expected.

Eventually a man by the name of Jeremy came up and introduced himself. A pleasant and friendly guy he seemed as much interested in Tim as he was in Lisa. He stayed with them for a couple cocktails and told them all about the club. He was most anxious to introduce them to his wife Nicole.

Lisa and Tim slowly began to notice more sexual activity in the main room. There was a couch on the far side of the room where a lady was receiving oral sex from a man. Soon there were two more women next to her receiving the same treatment and the activity seemed to continue unabated thereafter. They really didn't know if that had just started or they hadn't noticed it when they came in. The club slowly got a bit more full and the number of partially naked men and women increased.

Jeremy kept looking at the hallway where groups of two and three were coming and going. They had been watching long enough to notice that many of the people who had gone that direction fully clothed were returning with a lot less clothes on. 

Eventually a larger group came out. Two men emerged followed by a woman and three more men. They seemed to be together or it was at least likely that the woman had been with multiple partners.

"There's my Nicole." Said Jeremy and made a beeline straight for her.

Nicole was a pretty blond. She was about 5'6" with a trim little waist, but otherwise what men would call thick or a PAWG. She had large DD breasts and her hip and chest dimension were easily 40". As Jeremy approached the group she gave each man a kiss cuddle or touch as she bid them goodbye. It sure looked like she had been with all five.

Watching this scene Lisa's initial thought was "what a slut." However, there was something about Nicole's demeanour and body language. She was very much in control. The men she was with took their cues from her and Jeremy clearly followed her lead. Lisa immediately realized that the negative connotation she had attached to Nicole had been based on the premise that she was being used by these men. This wasn't the case. Rather than disdain, Nicole the slut in control raised curiosity in Lisa.

Naked but for her high heels and a bit of jewelry (earrings and nipple studs) Nicole walked ahead of Jeremy to the couch where other women had been enjoying cunnilingus. One woman moved over to make room for Nicole who immediately sat down and spread her legs. It appeared as though she said nothing to Jeremy before he dove into her pussy. Tim was mesmerized by the sight of Jeremy feasting on what was almost certainly a freshly fucked and well used pussy. Nicole pulled his head into her snatch while she turned and casually chatted with the lady next to her. She appeared to be as at home as she would be in her own living room.




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Usually when Tim saw a porn scene like this he imagined himself as the man who had just fucked the hot slut. He felt no negative feelings towards the man licking her pussy clean but he didn't know if he could or wanted to be that man. At this moment he did want to be that man. However, this wasn't a porn or a dream and Tim wasn't in control. Even from across the room he could see Nicole was in control and he was viscerally drawn to her. He had always liked licking pussy and he wanted a taste of Nicole. Tim found himself wishing he were Jeremy. He tried to push the idea out of his mind but he couldn't look away. She was just so sexy and all the more so because she was strong.

Nicole looked around the room and greeted several men and women as they walked by, Jeremy servicing her pussy the whole time.

When Tim finally peeled his eyes away from this scene he excused himself to go to the bathroom. 

Moments later he exited the bathroom and looked over to the bar where Lisa was chatting with an average looking fully clothed man. He thought to himself. "Well this is what we came here for so don't go over there. Just let Lisa socialize without you hovering." A tingle of apprehension and excitement shot up his spine as he realized he had just consciously decided to let his lovely wife pursue relations with another man or men.

Before Tim had time to decide his next move, Nicole was standing in front of him. He stood speechless with his eyes glued to her magnificent tits and his dick getting hard like an adolescent boy. 

She reached out her hand. "Hi Tim, my name is Nicole. You can call me Nicky. Jeremy tells me you are new to the club."

"Um, nice to meet you." Said Tim as he took her hand and looked into her pretty blue eyes.

Tim felt awkward and uncool, but Nicky didn't seem to care. In fact, she seemed to be pleased with his reaction.

"Are you just new to the club or new to the swinger lifestyle altogether."

"It is all new. This is our first time out."

"Really. Can I assume that since your are still dressed that you have not had sex with anyone yet."

"Yes."

"Mmmm. May I be the first to pop your cherry Tim?" Said Nicky with a big smile.

"Yes, please...I mean, um." His sentence trailed off but nothing more needed to be said. Nicky took his hand and led him towards the hallway. He looked over to where Lisa was still talking and flirting lightly with the same man. She saw him but made no motion of recognition.

Lisa felt a brief stab of jealousy and didn't quite know how to react. As soon as Tim disappeared down the hallway it was official. She was a free agent and could be with any man she wanted. Too bad she wasn't attracted to the man chatting her ear off. Nevertheless she felt a sudden flush of sexual liberation. 

Lisa was surprised by how much she was excited by simply being able to be unfettered in her receptivity to the attentions of men. There was no longer a line she couldn't cross if she wanted to, yet she wasn't obliged to do anything with anybody. 

Tim enjoyed being pulled along by Nicky. She knew the club better than him, but it was obviously much more than that. Nicky was in control and they both knew that was the natural order.

There were multiple rooms off of the hallway each with an occupied/unoccupied designation. When they found one that was unoccupied Nicky slid the bar over so it showed occupied then ushered Tim inside and turned on the low wattage light.

Nicky turned and reached up to wrap her arms around Tim's neck and give him a long deep wet kiss. The way she wantonly probed his mouth with her tongue expertly swirling across the front of his teeth made his dick extra hard. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he was going to have a hard time holding his load. Nicky stepped back and smiled at him.

"I am so glad to be able to lead the welcoming committee for you Tim. I hope your wife gets a similar response." Nicky slowly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off of him while he kicked of his shoes. "She is the stunning brunette that was standing by the bar with you earlier right?"

"Yes."

Nicky unzipped his pants and pulled them down, removing one leg at a time along with his socks then tossed them aside.

"She is quite beautiful. She will be able to have anything she wants here." Said Nicky as she pushed his underwear to the floor and wrapped her neatly manicured hands around his hard cock.

Tim couldn't help but stare at Nicky's beautifully voluptuous body while she gently cradled his balls and stroked his hard dick. She seemed completely at ease enjoying the way he struggled to control his desire. Even the strippers he had seen in his day (several) didn't quite have sultry Nicky's demeanour. She liked to be wanted and lusted after even by men she had no intention of engaging sexually. 

This woman liked men and had gotten used to the way they felt about her. She knew that most would behave as they think they are supposed to behave even in this situation, but that frequently bored Nicky. She enjoyed drawing out their deepest desire and lust, convincing them to set aside their inhibitions and drawing them closer to her in the process. For many men, Nicky was the only one with which they could pull back the curtain on their own sexuality.

Tim was comfortable in Nicky's hands, figuratively and literally.

Looking down at his own cock and watching her delicate, masterful hands stroke then length of him Tim felt a touch of pride as he was harder and larger than usual.

"This is all so new Nicky. I am afraid I won't be able to control myself if you keep touching me like that."

"It's ok." Said Nicky with an accepting smile. "Most newbies have a hard time holding their cum the first few times. It is an intense experience. Being with a new woman. Knowing your wife might be having sex with a new man somewhere close by..." Nicky felt a twitch of Tim's cock as she mentioned his wife.

"Really."

"Oh yes." purred Nicky as she started edging the head of his cock. "In fact, I and a few of the other girls have a competition of how fast we can get a man to cum."

"How am I doing?"

"You aren't going to win me the prize." smiled Nicky. "My three fastest newbies had already shot their load by now and Erica has the fastest time." She felt his hard cock twitch again. "We are bad girls aren't we Tim?"

Nicky held his hard dick with one hand, squeezing tight while she traced the head of his cock with the other. She was edging him to the limit of his endurance when she released his cock and turned to walk towards a plush couch on the other side of the room. Nicky sat in the couch, slouched down to put her pussy at the edge then opened her legs.

Tim hesitated slightly deciding whether to put his dick into her or lick her pussy. He knew she would accept either. He also knew if he fucked her right away it would be a matter of seconds before he would blow his load. He wanted to impress her and that was not the way to do it. However, he had never been with a woman after another man had fucked her, let alone eating the pussy of a woman who had just fucked several men.

At least he didn't think he had ever had sloppy seconds. His mind raced to a couple of his dirtier pre-marriage hook-ups and was suddenly turned on by the remote possibility that he was wrong. He also recalled his feelings watching Jeremy eat her used pussy. It had been inevitable since that point. 

Tim got on his knees and started to kiss the inside of Nicky's creamy thighs. He enjoyed it all the more because he imagined himself submitting to her will. It wasn't his imagination. Nicky had expressed her will in the subtle way she spread her legs and Tim had complied.

Tim's was consumed by the hint of vanilla and lavender on her body mixed with the scent of her sex. She spread her legs more widely for him to caress her thighs as he slowly worked his way to her pussy. Nicky shared herself unreservedly. She was free of expectations, just enjoying every minute of Tim's attentions. A true slut, Nicky knew this was just one of many encounters to be taken as they are. If she enjoyed him she would have him again and if not she would not. There was no pressure on this moment.

Tim slowly kissed his way up her thighs until her sex was right in front of him. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. Her lips and clit were slightly puffy. 

Tim was used to licking pussy as a way of getting his wife sexually aroused. When he peeled off Lisa's panties her pussy was usually dry and had been locked behind her panties all day. Only once he had done his job, did her tangy juices start to flow and rinse away the musty smell of her pussy.

Nicky was already wet. The first touch of his tongue tasted her sex as he licked between her full pouting pussy lips. There was still that delicious slightly musty scent and taste, but it was immediately mixed with the warm wet tangy taste of her wet pussy. He did not taste cock, but then he wouldn't know what it tasted like anyways. It was probably not too different than pussy he thought, so who knows. Nicky moaned gently as he traced the length of her lips without spreading them. And when he gently wrapped his lips around her clit and gave it a soft kiss and subtle tug she giggled her appreciation for his skills and ran her fingers through his hair.

"That's it lover." Cooed Nicky as she pulled his head into her and spread her legs wider. "I like a man who starts slowly. My wetness is for you Tim. I hope you like wet slutty pussy. Mmmmm, that's it. Keep sucking on my little hard clit honey." Nicky's hips gave a little shiver as Tim sucked a little harder on her firm nub between gentle licks across the front of her pussy lips. "Now part those lips lover."

Tim again moved his tongue across the front of her pussy lips for two more licks before he pushed his tongue in, parting her lips and finding the delicious wetness beyond. She wasn't simply wet from earlier activities, her juices were flowing wet for him. His tongue immediately captured a small pool of her delicious sex. It flowed into his mouth and filled his head with the taste and smell of her sex. She tasted good...very good. Every woman has a unique taste. Maybe this was just hers or maybe slutty pussy just tasted this way. Tim just knew he wanted more.

"Now slip one finger inside me Tim. Find my g-spot and stroke it gently while you suck on my clit."

Tim did as instructed with his middle finger. Nicky squirmed with delight as he stroked her g-spot and bucked her hips involuntarily as he wrapped his lips around her clit. Gentle and experienced he made sure to keep his teeth clear in spite of her movements. 

Tim had never eaten pussy like this before. Lisa and most girls before her usually laid there waiting to be slowly aroused, a puzzle that could not always be solved. Nicky was an open book of desire. She knew what she wanted and was able to enjoy it immediately. Nicky was soon shuddering with delight and her juices were filling Tim's mouth. She held his head close and bucked into him while she fed him her orgasm. Tim held his place and dutifully lapped up her juices enjoying every minute.

Tim kept licking her swollen pussy while Nicky wound herself down. Relaxed, soft and impossibly sensual she lifted his head up and smiled down at him. "Your turn lover". 

Nicky stood up and directed Tim to where she had been sitting. She spread his legs then got down on all fours between his legs. Without using her hands Nicky slowly sucked each of his swollen balls before nibbling gently on the head of his cock. She knew he was ready to blow and also knew that a man gets a more intense ejaculation with an aggressive stroke. She plunged his hard cock into her mouth and throat all the way, bumping her chin against his balls without a gag. In four strokes Tim started to cum. After the first rope of his sticky cum hit the back of her throat Nicky eased back so the rest went into her mouth. Nicky liked the taste of cum and she knew that on all fours with her pretty eyes looking up at him and her ass in the air was one of the ways men liked to see her when she received a feeding.

Tim had never met a woman quite so shameless and certainly never imagined it would be so captivating to see a true slut in action.

Nicky held his cock in her mouth for a long time. She knew men and how sensitive their cock is right after ejaculating. At first she just let his flagging manhood sit gently in the warm wet softness of her mouth. Then she slowly started suckling, gradually increasing the suction but not actually moving his cock in and out. It had been a long time since Tim got two hard-ons so close together. The feeling of blood being forcibly pulled back into his cock was exquisite, not painful but gently uncomfortable until Nicky had sucked him back to full hardness.

When she finally released him from her mouth she seized his cock roughly with one hand. "I hope you don't mind going another round lover." Nicky stood, pulled him to his feet by his cock then positioned herself on the couch and spread her legs. "Because I want to be fucked." Nicky pulled his cock right to her pussy and inserted the tip. "Fuck me Tim."

Tim eagerly did as instructed.

"No gentle lovemaking Tim. Fuck me as hard and fast as you can. I love the feeling of a horny man on top of me. Grunting like an animal in heat. Uggghh...that's it Tim." 

Nicky had many lovers in her life and many with bigger dicks than Tim, but she was not a size queen. That's not to say size doesn't matter, but Nicky liked all aspects of sex and even an average sized man could reach the most sensitive parts of her pussy. Nicky was happy with her legs spread and knees up at her ears while a man thrust himself into her. She liked knowing Tim was a stranger. She liked the feeling of his cock in her. She liked watching his enjoyment. She liked being in control. She liked knowing there were dozens of men just down the hall eager for a taste of her pussy. Nicky had long since accepted the fact that she was a wanton slut and felt lucky for having been given the body and personality to enjoy it.

Nicky liked to get that second fuck because the man usually had more stamina and was more urgent to keep it going. She gets a hard enthusiastic fucking and he feels like a rock star. When Nicky felt Tim slowing the thrust of his hips she knew he was ready to cum. Her own body was shuddering with gentle orgasm and she wanted to taste him. "Come up here and feed me your cum when you are ready Tim."

Tim pulled his cock out of her, climbed onto the couch and put it in her mouth. He fucked her accepting throat with two more strokes before dumping his load in her hungry mouth. Again Nicky swallowed every drop.

A few minutes later Nicky stood waiting for Tim, naked, shameless and freshly fucked. He got dressed and they left the room. As they walked down the hallway she saw another girl named Erica and told her she wanted to introduce Tim. They all got to the end of the hallway where Erica said goodbye to the three men she was with then turned to Nicky.

Erica was very much the opposite of Nicky aside from her warm personality. She was naturally slim with a tight petite body, short dark hair with bangs, pierced nipples and a creeping vine tattoo all the way up one arm. She was quite pretty with nicely shaped B cup breasts that looked large on her small frame. She definitely had an "alt" girl look.

"Hi Nicky." Said Erica as the two naked women hugged.

"Hi Erica. I would like you to meet Tim. He and his wife are new to the club. I have discovered that Tim has quite a talented tongue. You really must give it a try."

Erica smiled and held out her hand to Tim. "Nice to meet you. I know it is kind of sudden, but would you like to show me what Nicky is talking about."

Tim nodded but before he could say anything Erica turned back to Nicky. "Thanks for the referral hun." Then she took Tim's hand and led him towards the couch. He was suddenly aware that he could be in full view of Lisa. Tim scanned the room briefly and didn't see her right away. Maybe she was having sex with another man? There was no time to find out before he again found himself feasting on slutty pussy. As the taste of her filled his senses his mind was filled with the site of her bidding goodbye to the three men that had just fucked her and his imagination placed Lisa in her role. Would he one day be licking Lisa's pussy after she had been fucked by another man? or men?

Erica tasted a bit different than Nicky but just as good. After a long time of licking Erica and feeling her squirm in obvious delight, she pulled his head out of her snatch. As he kneeled up she leaned forward on the couch and gave him a long deep kiss.

"Thank you darling. I look forward to seeing you again." Then she stood up and went to get herself a drink. They were done for now.

With the taste and smell of Erica's slutty pussy still on him Tim stood and scanned the room for his beautiful wife. He saw her at the bar. 

It did not appear as though she had moved more then a few feet from where he had left her well over an hour earlier. However, she no longer looked like the new person at a party struggling to make small talk. She was perched on a stool with her legs crossed and the hem of her dress riding almost to the top of her thighs. Damn she had great legs thought Tim.

Lisa was holding court with three men all anxiously seeking her attention. Two were mostly clothed and one was naked. The naked guy was one of the guys he saw with Nicky earlier. He had a big dick that hung straight down a good 5" - 6" flaccid. Tim was torn between jealousy and arousal as he watched his wife flirt. He had seen her flirt before but not with the expectation she might fuck someone. Tim could tell how she felt about each of the three guys from her demeanour. The naked guy hanging his big cock out there like it was a lure irritated her. One of the other guys she thought was nice enough but not likely to get sex. The third was a maybe. Or at least that is what he thought.

When Lisa caught his gaze she excused herself from the men around her and came to him.

"Are you ready to go?" Asked Lisa.

"I guess I am."

The quiet drive home was comfortable as they were both happy not to talk about the evenings events right away. They had agreed on that in advance.

When they got home Lisa dropped her purse and jacket and looked at Tim. "Would you get me a glass of white wine please then come into the den."

Lisa went to the den, stripped off her panties and sat on the floor with her back against the couch. With her heels still on she propped her legs into a 90 degree angle and spread them wide. No further words were said as Lisa watched late night TV while Tim sucked on her pussy.

...

Tim and Lisa visited the club each of the next two weeks. 

Tim was a favourite of the sluttiest women. 

Lisa mostly watched the scene in fascination. The sluts turned societal norms on their head. They enjoyed multiple men and were dirtier then some of the men could handle, but not Tim. Lisa could tell Tim was drawn to them. Maybe it was just because they were easy, but he wasn't just getting laid. He was seeking every gang bang and angling to eat some slutty pussy afterwords.

When she wasn't watching the sluts and Tim, Lisa was enjoying flirting, kissing, touching. This was also practice for the flirting she was increasingly doing outside the club. The mere possibility of a sexual encounter had changed Lisa's interest and enjoyment in the advances she received regularly.

On their third visit around 11:00 Lisa was sitting on a couch alone for no more than a moment when a guy by the name of Reg came and sat next to her. She knew him and he was a nice guy, but she really didn't feel like talking to him or fucking him or rejecting him. Lisa remembered that she had seen Reg licking a lot of pussy so she had a slut inspired thought that came out rather bluntly.




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"Reg, I don't plan to fuck you and I don't really feel like chatting but you can lick my pussy if you like."

That sounds kind of bitchy but it wasn't meant that way and it didn't come across that way. Reg was thrilled. He loved eating pussy and he got to be the first one to eat Lisa's pussy at the club. Reg got on his knees in front of her instantly. Lisa smiled with genuine appreciation of his eagerness and spread her legs for him. She pulled up her skirt and held the side of her panties with one thumb while she looked at him.

"Go ahead and pull down my panties Reg."

Reg responded immediately. The last time Lisa let another man into her pussy had been 1 year before her marriage to Tim. Reg had skills and Lisa enjoyed getting her pussy licked. She was casually rethinking whether she might let him fuck her, but more than that she was enjoying having him lick her without any expectation. In a way she felt as though she had negotiated her way to a guilt free pleasure.

Lisa was enjoying Reg's attentions when she saw a stunning latino women and a handsome man walk into the club. The woman turned to the man and said something then he went towards the bar. Then the woman came and sat on the couch next to Lisa.

"Hi my name is Tina." She said as she sat down, unperturbed by the fact that Lisa was getting her pussy licked.

"I am Lisa."

"You must be new to the club."

"Yes, and you? I don't think I have seen you here before."

"No we don't come here often these days, but we have been members for a long time."

"Did you get bored of it?"

"Sort of, but the main thing is that we got involved with another club."

"Another swing club?"

"No. A different lifestyle club. Its for slut wives."

"I don't quite understand. There are lots of slutty women here."

"Oh ya. And some of them are members of the other club too. All the members are in wife led relationships. Its a variation on dom/sub relationships. Well, I should say that Rob and I really have more of an open relationship. Its just that it has been mainly me that has extramarital sex. Anyway, he's got a thing for sluts so we are a good fit for that particular lifestyle community. Tonight we are doing a little role play though so I will be dominant."

"So how does it differ from this?"

"All the men are cuckolds and submissive to their wives and the club brings in outside men for the wives. It is very fetish oriented and entirely focussed on the wives."

"And Rob likes that?"

"Oh yes. Like I said he has a thing for sluts and he is a favourite among the wives."

"But I thought you said he has to be submissive to you?"

"He is when we are at the club, but I give him latitude to have sex. Wife led means I take control of the sexual decisions. There is nothing saying I have to deny him."

"Do you? Deny him."

"Not so much, but sometimes as part of our role play. By the way, would you like a drink. Rob will be back in a moment with mine and I need another errand for him."

"Really...I mean yes sure I'll have a glass of white wine."

Rob arrived a moment later with Tina's wine.

"Darling, Lisa will have one as well. Take off your clothes and leave them here with me. Then go and fetch her drink and grab one for yourself."

Rob did as he was instructed. He was maybe 6' and 180 lbs. and very fit. He had much the same dimensions as Tim, but for his large cock. At least 6" flaccid it promised to be quite impressive.

"Anyway, how did you meet Reg here?" said Tina as she reached down and tussled his hair while he quietly licked Lisa's pussy.

"Just chatting at the bar."

"Lisa, would you mind if I order Rob to take Reg's place when he gets back? Don't worry Reg, you can lick my pussy."

"Ok. I guess so." She felt like Tina was as assuming she was a lot more experienced and casual in this situation than she really was. But she had let Reg a relative stranger lick her pussy and Rob was much better looking and clearly under Tina's control.

When Rob returned he gave Lisa her drink and paused to wait for Tina's direction. "Get up Reg and come over here." said Tina grabbing his hair and leading him rather roughly away from Lisa.

Rob stood and watched as his wife pulled up her skirt and fed her bare pussy to the obedient Reg. His dick got slowly harder until it was over 9" long and Lisa couldn't turn away.

"Rob, ask Lisa if you may lick her pussy."

"Lisa may I lick your pussy?" said Rob as he sank to his knees.

"Yes you may."

Tim came down the hallway having just fucked Erica. He had gotten sloppy seconds and enjoyed every minute of it. He saw Lisa and Tina sitting quietly sipping wine and having their pussies serviced. He watched for several minutes mesmerized by the sight of his wife with another man. Eventually Tina said something to Reg after which he got up and left.

Lisa was lost in the moment when Tina turned to her and said. "Would you like him to fuck you Lisa?"

Lisa said nothing for a moment then slowly nodded her head.

"Lisa wants you to fuck her Rob."

Immediately Rob drew his body up and moved closer to Lisa. In a flash he had one leg in each hand and held them spread and back as he nudged his big cock against her pussy. Rob didn't hesitate or give Lisa a chance to rethink it. He pushed his cock between her lips and looked into her eyes as he eased into her pussy. Rob had inches to go when he started to touch places Lisa had never felt cock before. By the time she felt his balls against her ass her body was shuddering at the foreign sensations and her spread pussy lips were feeling the effects of his girth. 

Tim heard her gasp of pleasure from across the room. He saw Rob's powerful nude body from behind as he fucked Lisa with long powerful strokes. Tim could tell that his cock was quite a bit longer by how far back he came with each stroke and by the breathless squeals of delight from his wife as if Rob's big cock was pushing the squeals out of her lungs.

When Rob kicked it into high gear, Lisa's body shuddered with orgasm. Tim saw her legs shake uncontrollably while held firmly in Rob's grip. Then he heard the plaintive moan as her body surrendered. Rob kept a brisk stroke going all through her orgasm, keeping her at the peak and then running her down and back up again. She had never been fucked like this before. After 15 minutes she was a puddle of quivering pleasure. Rob took his big dick out of her and Tim could hear the wet flop as he spanked her engorged quivering pussy with his big cock.

Tim saw Tina say something. Lisa nodded gently. Then Rob pulled himself onto Lisa so that his cock was at her mouth.

Tim didn't see Lisa's eyes open and smile at Rob as he stroked his cock for her, but he did see Rob stroking. Then he saw Rob put both hands on Lisa's head as his hips bucked slightly and he dumped a load of cum in her mouth.

There was no going back now. Lisa had been fucked by another man and she liked it and Tim knew she liked it.

As they had after each of their swing club visits Lisa and Tim drove home with few words exchanged then Tim licked her pussy while she had a glass of wine. This routine had nothing to do with denying sex, at least not intentionally. In each case she had been quiet and contemplative and his balls had already been drained for the evening.

This was the first night that Tim got to taste his wife's recently fucked pussy. It was better than ever.

...

From that first meeting onward, Lisa kept in touch with Tina and Rob. 

The next week was singles night. The club invited several single people that were known to the club now and then to spice things up. Tina was there and introduced Lisa to two young bucks that she liked. 

Mark and Brian took turns with Lisa in the private rooms. They were both early 20's which made Lisa feel like an extra slutty cougar. She kept her sexual liaisons simple and in the private rooms, but she could feel the breadth and dirtiness of her desires increasing rapidly and was self-conscious of how quickly she had progressed from passive observer. There was no longer any doubt about her polyamorous future, but she wanted to proceed cautiously and savour every experience. 

From that point onward she also kept contact with Mark and Brian outside of the club. It was obvious to Tim that she was socializing more on her own. At least a couple nights a week she was home a little later because she met someone for a drink or dinner.

The next week when they went to the club there was no singles night and no Tina and Rob. Lisa was relaxed and enjoyed herself but she didn't find anyone that interested her even a bit. It was back to seeming very cheesy to her and she spent much of the night wondering what was going on at the slut wives club.

A week later as Lisa and Tim were getting ready to go out she told him she didn't want to go to the club. She had a date with Mark and Brian and wanted him to drop her off on his way to the club. Tim was stunned.

"I'm sorry if this throws you Tim. However, we always said this was about opening our marriage not becoming swingers. I am just finding it kind of boring now, but I know you are liking it. This way we both get what we want."

Tim was disappointed but he didn't dispute her and he was very turned on by the fact that what his wife wanted was a date with two men. He didn't really know what had been going on with Lisa. His sexual outlet was at the club. Hers wasn't and hadn't been for the most part. Where and what had she been doing with whom? And why did the thought of her fucking other men without him knowing turn him on so much?

When Tim dropped Lisa off for her date she was wearing very low slung jeans and a tight half top that showed her taut tummy. The 4" heels made her ass stick out and accentuated the way her jeans clung to her firm thighs. She looked sexy and slutty as she scampered across the road in front of his car and joined Mark and Brian in the line-up to a noisy dance club.

When Tim went to the swingers club he had a hard time getting in. The rule is that it is a couples scene. Tim made up an excuse for Lisa's absence and got in with a warning that it may not happen again.

Tim picked Lisa up late that night at a different location. She had texted him Mark's address at 1:00. Lisa strolled confidently out of the building at 1:30 and got in the car with her hair slightly rumpled and smelling of sex.

As usual when they got home he licked her pussy while she enjoyed a glass of wine. The taste of her pussy told Tim she had been fucked, probably several times. He did not ask, but simply enjoyed his treat.

Next time the same scenario played out, except that Tim did not get into the swingers club. He killed time for five hours while Lisa got fucked by her young stud lovers. Imagined scenes of their debauchery filled his head. Tim didn't know what to tell her so he pretended he had been at the club all night and the evening otherwise played out as usual. 

It was three more weeks of chauffeuring his pretty wife to her dates before Tim told her the truth. He told her as he was about to drop her off for another date. It wasn't fair to do it that way, but he couldn't wait any longer. 

Lisa sat silently for a while until they got to Mark's place. She was angry. Hadn't she sat on that damn bar stool for hours on end chatting with men she had no desire for while he was chasing sluts? Wasn't this whole thing his idea? Why would he tell her now? It probably wasn't intentional but he was clearly hoping she would call off her date. Then what? Go be bored at the club or go home angry? He wanted sympathy, but what if she gives in? From now on he'll want to just go to the club which is what she always said she didn't want. 

Lisa convinced herself that she had no choice but to continue with her date, otherwise she was setting a bad precedent. However, she knew that deep down she was craving this date. She had been enjoying dating two men at once. Each time she had grown more adventurous, basking in the flexibility to explore her slutty side. She had taken a break from work the previous week to pick the skimpiest dress imaginable. When she was trying it on and ever since she had fantasized about the way her young studs would capitalize on the open side slit up to her waist. She liked the casual flirty way they took liberties touching her knowing they would both get to fuck her at the end of the night.

Lisa couldn't yield to Tim, but the reality is she didn't want to either. She wanted to go and have dirty sex with Mark and Brian.

"Tim I am sorry it has worked out that way. Maybe next week we can go to the swingers club. You don't have to pick me up tonight if you don't want. I can take a cab or ask Mark to bring me home."

Tim hadn't known what to expect but this wasn't it. His wife was going ahead with her date. He was almost in a trance as he said "No its ok I'll pick you up."

She smiled and gave him a quick kiss before going in to see her lovers.

After he picked her up and took her home they repeated their usual ritual. However, this night Tim fucked her. Tim was grateful for her sex but also tantalized and humiliated in equal measures at the possibility that he was getting a sympathy fuck from his own wife.

...

The next week, Lisa went to the club with Tim. 

Within 15 minutes Tim found Nicky.

"Where have you been Tim? I haven't seen you in weeks."

Tim explained the fact that Lisa hadn't wanted to come, leaving out the part about her fucking her dates elsewhere.

Nicky was still dressed. She wore impossibly tight leather pants and a leather vest with the zipper open to display her impressive cleavage.

"Well Tim I want to say hi to a few people, but let's hook-up later. If I miss you, Jeremy will find you for me." Nicky saw another of the many men she played with regularly and walked over to give him a big kiss. She liked Tim and enjoyed his company, but Nicky knew instinctively that he was dealing with the emotions of realizing his wife was enjoying other men. He needed to come to grips with those emotions without viewing her as a substitute.

Later in the evening Nicky introduced herself to Lisa for the first time.

"Hi, I am Nicky. You must be Lisa." She held out her hand.

"Hi Nicky. You must be the girl who is keeping my husband so busy."

"Yes, I guess I am. One of them anyway I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. It is helpful actually."

"You mean because you are new to the scene?"

"Yes, but is it that obvious?"

"Well Tim didn't exactly say so, but he is playful as a puppy so I figured maybe. Plus I was chatting with Tina a couple weeks ago and she mentioned you were new."

"You know Tina?"

"Oh yes. She is a great girl. I met her over at the other club."

"Which one."

"The slut wife club. She told me she mentioned it to you."

"Oh. Yes she did. I didn't know you were a member there, but then how would I know that. So you and your husband are..." 

"Jeremy is my husband and yes we are slut wife and cuckold. We enjoy ourselves here, but the traditional wife swap type of swinging is not our thing."

"Really."

"Yes. We found that an open relationship is challenging enough without always bringing hubby along for the ride."

"It is interesting you say that because I am kind of struggling with how to handle our relationship."

"How so?"

"TIm likes it here. I find it pleasant enough, but I don't have the same enthusiasm. I am having more fun outside the club."

"Ya, that is pretty typical, especially for a woman like you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it is a basic reality that women find it easier to pick-up men. I mean seriously for a woman as beautiful as you who wants to be picked-up, your chances of success are 100%. Once you know what you are doing it is as easy as picking a tight dress and high heels, shaking your booty and waiting for the proposals. You just have to sample enough to cull out the assholes."

"I suppose your right. I am doing fine without any assholes so far. The problem is it has been mostly outside the club. I'm not even that keen on coming here but I am effectively doing it to get Tim laid. He can't get in without me."

"Yeah that sucks. Men get competitive and it is hard for them when the realize you will always be able to pick up lovers easier than them. Even if you weren't hot - and you are Lisa - Tim knows that most men are dogs who will happily get into your pants. Meanwhile, he will find very few women as sexually open as you or I. Jeremy and I went through the same thing."

"What did you do?"

"Well at first we tried to just restrict it to the swingers scene."

"Did that help?"

"Not at all." Laughed Nicky. "He was still competing but doing it in the same room. And he was always trying to set me up with guys whose wives he wanted to bang. So I moved my activity more outside the club, which didn't help. We were almost through."

"Did you consider just going back to monogamy?"

"Yes, but it didn't go far. I didn't want to for starters. Lisa before I got into this lifestyle I thought of myself as a big girl. It turns out I have booty and a great rack. For me getting over my body issues and enjoying sex are part of the same liberation. Also we knew there was no turning the clock back. Once you see and know things you can't undo them."

"So how did you sort it out?"

"I was on the verge of leaving him. He couldn't adapt and I had no right to try to force him. At the same time I knew he wouldn't make the break. When I told him we had to end it he swore he would do anything to stay together. We had had this conversation more than once, but it never panned out. So I impulsively laid down the option - slut wife and cuckold. I would take control of all aspects of our sex lives. He was expressly prohibited from interfering in or questioning my sexual activities in any way. In return I would assure his sexual satisfaction."

"So you put that to him as an ultimatum?"

"Yes, I guess you could say that. Anyway, he agreed and it has been mostly smooth sailing since. In fact, I think he would say that since he has learned to trust me we have expanded our sexual horizons a lot. His submission to me is the cornerstone of our relationship."

"It couldn't have been that easy?"

"Well no it wasn't. I am hitting the high points. However, we started slow and I made sure he got laid regularly."

"How?"

"Well most of the women I know here and at the other club are very open and willing to support other couples in the lifestyle as long as the men have adjusted to their wives authority."

"What does that mean?"

"Well to be blunt the other wives don't want some insecure, cloying pain in the ass and they certainly don't want a wounded bird falling in love with them. So they treat it as a primarily sexual dynamic with them in a dominant role, basically acting as a proxy for the slut wife. So the man has to be used to this dynamic. He has to be able to demonstrate that he is submissive."

"Do you find this attractive?"

"Yes, but let me clarify. Submissive does not need to be whimpering and weak. It only means accepting of the woman's sexual prerogative. I started out having Jeremy do some things that might be considered humiliating for purposes of establishing my authority. However, as time has passed we have determined what he likes and what I like and there is very little that occurs between us that is not deeply in tune with our basest desires."

"Nicky you are a bad girl and a talented temptress. No wonder Jeremy is under your spell and fucking loving it. I have no idea if I could handle all of that, but what we have now isn't working."

"Well let me know if I can help. If you can get Tim adjusted to your circumstance I would be happy to take him off your hands once in a while. However, as long as you are here for the evening why don't you let me introduce you around..."




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...

Lisa got along well with Nicky. It turned out they worked near to each other, Nicky for a commercial real estate firm. They started having regular lunches or coffee breaks together. Lisa always felt sexier on days she was meeting Nicky. Her sexual confidence and openness were intoxicating. 

Lisa dodged the relationship issue in the short-term by attending the club on saturday nights with Tim and dating on other nights. It seemed like she was surrounded by temptation, but she kept her extramarital activities to the friends she had met through the club and she kept her dates as subtle as possible, picking off nights when Tim might be busy anyway. 

All Tim saw was the extra measures she went to to get together with other men. He wasn't wrong. She was doing all this to have her cake and eat it too. Yet, he still waited for her to come home and made sure there was chilled wine for her to sip while he licked her pussy. He came to enjoy the fact that her pussy was used and slutty every time.

Tim was still unsettled. For the most part his sexual needs were satisfied. He had always been kinky and open-minded and at this point he had to admit that for him sloppy seconds from Lisa was more satisfying than a plain vanilla date with another woman. It was even better than a regular date night with Lisa used to be. Sexually it was the best of all worlds for him but he still couldn't reconcile himself to the reality that she would always have more sexual opportunity than him. He wished it weren't so but he also didn't want her to patronize him by pretending otherwise. 

One day Lisa and Nicky were chatting over coffee.

"Nicky I think I am getting closer to having to do something about my relationship with Tim. He is still struggling with the imbalance in our sexual activity. I don't see it changing and I am tired of tip toeing around his insecurities. I think slut wife and cuckold is the way to go but how do I bring that about?"

"Lisa, do you mind if I say something personal about Tim?"

"Ok."

"I like Tim very much and one of the reasons is that he is so sexually open. Most guys have a lot of hang-ups about what they will and won't do and what they expect of a woman. Tim knows I am a slut and he has always accepted me at face value. More than accepted me he is hungry. From the first time Tim ate my pussy he did not care at all about my activities with other men. Of course it is easier with me because I am not his wife and this is all he has ever known of me. However, the point is that my promiscuity does not seem to be an issue for him at all."

"So what are you saying?"

"Tim is an ideal cuckold candidate, not because he is wimpy or easily manipulated but because he is not afraid of, nor does he feel the need to control, a woman's sexuality. You just need him to apply that attitude to you. There are four big factors a man has to get past to be a good cuckold. He needs to accept the fact of his wife having sex with other men. He needs to know that she will always be better able to attract members of the opposite sex than he is and therefore not expect equality of sexual opportunity. He needs to understand that his wife's adventurism is not a by-product of his own inadequacies. And he needs to be sexually adventurous enough to follow his wife's lead."

"What about the notions submission and denial?"

"Well I guess that submission is what I mean by following his wife's lead. The degree of required submission depends on what is required to get the man to let go of the need to try to control situations, let go of their hang-ups and more adequately focus on your needs rather than just getting his rocks off. They are so cock focussed that sometimes denial and more extreme submission are required to raise their capacity to please a woman for the benefit of the relationship. However, that is not necessarily so and Tim is already partially adapted. Think of your role more as leader, not unlike at work. There isn't one formula. That is the point. You need to lead."

"You are quite dominant with Jeremy though. Do you feel that is necessary for you two?"

"That is different. I don't need to do that anymore, but he likes it. Slow drawn out sexuality at the hands of a woman can be a revelation to men who are used to thinking only with their cocks."

"So you think he is really ready?"

"I don't know, but right now he is on the outside so to speak. You have to exclude him because you know his desire to turn things to what he wants will cramp your style, right?"

"Yes."

"Perhaps what he really needs is just to be a more integral part of your sex life. Make it clear that he can come to the party if he plays by your rules and he will jump at the chance."

"Do you really think so? How do I find out without risking it all?"

"It is a risk, but it sounds like the whole relationship is at risk now anyway. I hope this doesn't sound too manipulative, but what if I help him understand what the lifestyle entails."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well he must know that Jeremy and I are not a typical couple, but I have never been explicit with him about it. How about this Saturday I let Tim see Jeremy being particularly attentive to my needs then when you are on a date next week I will go out to dinner with Tim and explain things in more detail."

"I don't know if I should be leaving this up to you Nicky. No offence."

"Understood. I don't mean explain your situation. I mean explain my and Jeremy's situation. When he sees Jeremy eat a cream pie from my pussy on Saturday night it will be a bit shocking. My explanation will focus on why he shouldn't be so surprised. I just want to help him see that the way Jeremy accepts my leadership and direction is a basic part of our harmonious relationship. The act isn't as important as the fact that Jeremy will follow my lead. My dominance is his ticket out of his typical male hang-ups and insecurities."

Lisa Agreed.

"Lisa, I should qualify what I said a moment ago. I don't want to make this sound more gentle than it is. If you pursue this route there will likely need to be a period of notable dominance on your part. Most wives find that the best way to establish the asymmetrical nature of the relationship is to assert their leadership role aggressively and give their cuckold no room to fool themselves. Only once the pattern has been set can you ease up."

Saturday night and dinner the next week played out more or less as expected. Over time Nicky slowly let Tim see bits and pieces of her relationship with Jeremy. 

Meanwhile Lisa made sure that Tim received sexual attention after her dates including a couple liasons with Nicky outside the club. Tim was still struggling with the situation but was slowly coming to realize that more sex for Lisa meant more sex for him. Though unequal he was still getting more action and attention than ever.

Tim knew change was coming and he probably knew what it would be, but he needed Lisa to decide.

...

A few more weeks passed and it had been a few months since they first attended the swingers club. It was a thursday night and Lisa had a date.

"Who are you going out with tonight?" asked Tim with a hint of neediness.

"You don't know him." Lisa went off to shower without another word. She felt bad for being so terse and cold, but she knew if she stayed and talked to Tim he would just get more whiny and needy. It frustrated her and made him very unattractive to her.

When she came back she was wearing a tight fitting and very short black dress with thin shoulder straps and 4" heels. Tim was brooding.

"Tim I am sorry for blowing up at you, but you know this isn't working don't you. When you have a date and I have a date everyone is happy, but when you don't have a date suddenly you are jealous and demanding. It will always be easier for me Tim and it isn't fair to make me feel bad for that. This lifestyle was your idea."

"I know, but I just thought the club would be our main..."

"No Tim. We have had that discussion before. I told you from day 1 the swing scene was not for me. I don't want to fucking hear about the fucking club anymore..." 

She softened her voice. "I hope you are awake when I get home. Maybe we can talk more."

A cabd pulled up out front and Lisa left for her date.

She came home at about 12:00, a relatively early night. Tim poured her a glass of wine while she went into the den. When he came in she was peeling off her dress. He wasn't sure if she had been wearing panties when she left but she wasn't now. Lisa sat on the couch and eased down so her pussy was at the edge where Tim could lick her. She spread her legs and waited silently for him. Once he was licking her she started talking instead of turning on late night TV.

"His name is Dan. I met him two nights ago when you and I went out to dinner. It was when I went to the bathroom. Remember it was on the other side of the restaurant out of sight of our table. He propositioned me on the way back. He was quite bold, stopping me as I walked by..." 

"I've gotten used to that now Tim. Men have always come on to me, but in the last few months it seems like it is more frequent and more bold. As soon as I raised my hemline and heels just a bit they could sense I was available. They notice that I am married but they hit on me anyway and I like it. You must see that each morning I leave here dressed a little more aggressively than I used to. You must know that for men the back seam stockings and lacy bras I wear now are like a red cape to a bull..."

"Anyway, he was bold and handsome and I wanted to give him a toss. It was nothing more than that. So I gave him my number. He texted me before I left the restaurant and I made a date for lunch yesterday while you were driving us home. We hit it off so I had a date with him tonight."

Tim heard every word as he silently licked her pussy waiting for her to continue. Lisa pulled him up onto the couch and stroked his cock while she continued, looking in his eyes.

"We had a lovely early dinner and saw a play. Dan is married and 45 years old. He comes to town for a few days every couple months on business. He lives in New York. We went to the condo his company maintains for him here. It was nice to be in such a nice place for a change. With Mark and Brian it is always student accommodations. I enjoy having sex with them there, but the novelty of the grungy surroundings has worn off a bit. Tim, the first time he fucked me was gentle missionary style on the bed, but I could tell he wanted to be a bit dirtier when he came all over my tits. We smoked a joint and had a couple drinks before he bent me over his dining room table. He had a big dick Tim and you know how I like to get fucked from behind. I started moaning like a whore. He liked that so he started smacking my ass and calling me a dirty slut while he fucked me with his big dick."

Lisa paused again and let her words sink in with Tim.

"When he was done fucking me I got on my knees and swallowed every drop of his cum. Then I thanked him for it. Normally you or my dates drive me home, but Dan didn't have a car so I took a cab. He offered to ride with me but that just seemed silly. I think he felt guilty about fucking me then sending me home to you in a cab, but I liked it. It made me feel sexy and dirty. An hour ago he had his dick in the pussy you are licking right now and when he was done with it he sent me home in a cab. I told him to call me next time he is in town. I plan to fuck him again Tim."

Tim was struggling to control his ejaculation as Lisa stroked him and told him about her night.

"Tim I know the last few months have been hard for you. Our open marriage is not what you thought it would, but neither of us knew how this would play out. I am a slut Tim and intend to continue dating other men. If you want to leave me I understand completely. We will have an amicable divorce and you will get more than your share of the money. If you want to stay, things have to change. Either you need to find a way to accept our situation or we need to change our rules to something more like what Nicky and Jeremy have."

Tim stopped and looked up at Lisa.

"Yes, Tim I know that Nicky has told you all about being a slut wife. I don't know if it is the right thing for us but I think we should both think about it and discuss it again tomorrow."

Lisa wrapped her lips around his cock and swallowed his load after just a few more strokes into her pretty mouth.

...

Lisa didn't actually have a date for the next night, but she had a plan which required a date. So she scheduled a brief rendezvous with Brian.

At 9:00 Lisa came into the den where Tim was watching TV wearing her skimpiest red dress. It had spaghetti straps, an open back and a very short hemline with slits up to her waist on both sides. She wore matching red heels and a red g-string with clips on the sides. Lisa came and sat quietly next to Tim.

"Lisa I have been thinking about our discussions and I have one question. Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes, yes I do Tim. Darling I think we are near a decision point. If you want to carry-on as we are with an open marriage that is ok, but I need you to stop being so jealous and trying to change me or manage our circumstances. If that can't happen I will end up leaving you in frustration. If you want to pursue a slut wife and cuckold relationship then you will agree to submit to me in all matters sexual and otherwise."

They both paused.

"Tim I will be home by 11:00 tonight. I will text you when I am on my way. If you want to be my cuckold you will be lying on your back on this floor when I arrive. If you want to continue as we are you will be waiting in the kitchen with my glass of wine. And if you want to break-up you will be doing something else."

Tim nodded and Lisa left. She drove herself for once so she could control the time. Brian had plans with friends that night but didn't usually go out until fairly late. She just wanted him to fuck her and fill her pussy with cum. Mark happened to be there as well. They bent her over the kitchen table and took turns fucking her. 

When they were both satisfied and done with her, Lisa quickly put on her panties to hold their cum in and said goodnight. When she sat in the car sending Tim a text she could feel her wet panties and bits of cum that had escaped and run down her thighs as she he'd left Brian's place. 

For Tim the decision was fairly easy. The current situation wasn't working and a break-up seemed like the likely end result, but he might as well enjoy a few more kinky adventures first. This didn't need to be his lifetime decision, just the right now decision.

Lisa hoped he would be on the floor for her. When she entered the house she did not see him in the kitchen. As she pensively turned the corner Tim was there on the floor, naked and waiting for her without a word.

Lisa stripped off her skimpy dress then stood above Tim with one foot on either side of his head and her pussy directly above his face. He looked up and was not surprised to see her gooey cum filled pussy.

"Are you ready for your treat cuckold?"

Tim nodded. He was already well acquainted with slutty pussy and had secretly been curious about a cream pie for some time now.

"Say it. Ask for it Tim."

"Please Lisa. Please feed me your slutty pussy."

Lisa knelt so her pussy was inches above his mouth. Tim licked her thighs and around the edges of the little patch covering her slutty pussy, tasting another man's cum for the first time. Then she unclipped the sides of her panties and globs of her lovers' cum flowed into Tim's mouth.

She held his hair pulling him into her slutty snatch while he licked and swallowed.

"I am glad you have made this decision Tim. Your submission will be rewarded."

It already had been rewarded. Tim's cock was hard and at attention as his pretty slutty wife fed him the first of many cream pies.

...

The next day when they got up Lisa told Tim she had to go in to work. It was a Saturday, but she had to catch up on things. She wore her low slung hip hugger jeans, high heels and a snug t-shirt with no bra. Her nipples and the outline of her tits were clearly visible. He had seen her wear such attire many times, but never to work not even on a weekend. 

"Tim I am looking forward to our new lifestyle. There will be a period of adjustment that may not be easy. It will be up to me to decide what I do and don't tell you, but you have my commitment that I will not lie to you. I am sorry I have to work today, but Nicky is coming over at noon to play..."



Slut Wife - Am I Cheating Slut?



I have been cheating on my husband. 

There are no excuses for my actions. However, there is an explanation...reasons and context. They aren't sufficient justification I know. I don't expect or deserve sympathy. I am writing about it as a form of confession to unburden myself and maybe find a way forward.

I told my husband about my affair recently. He doesn't want to break-up but I don't think I can be faithful and told him that. I don't know what will happen but at least I am not lying anymore.

I met Darren through work. We are not in love. I have no desire to run away with him. He is a single man who almost certainly dates other women which has never been of any concern to me. He has taken me sexual places I never knew existed. I am unable or unwilling to deny him anything. 

The first time he fucked me I convinced myself that it was a one-time thing unlikely to occur again. It was best for all that I just hide it away forever. Foolishly I counted on him not to seek me again rather than girding myself to resist. 

But he did seek me again and I ran to him. Afterwards when my desire was sated I convinced myself that I would resist next time. Twice was not so much worse than once and surely it was best to just keep this secret. It was too late. I was addicted to him. Addicted to his presence and the way he fucks me.

I know most would judge me weak or selfish. Maybe so, but anyone who has ever had an addiction knows better. Maybe its not the same as crack or gambling or whatever, but it still isn't something I can turn off or will away. No matter how hard I try my resolve crumbles. The proposition that it will soon be behind me is no longer tenable, which is why I had to tell Bill. 

I still love him. I can't bring myself to end our marriage and he hasn't left me. If I won't be faithful do I owe it to him to break-up or let him stay as he says he wants to do? Letting him stay feeds my selfish desires, but how can it be right to send him away when neither of us wants that? 

Before I go on I want to clarify something. Bill is a good husband and a wonderful lover. It is wrong to assume that a wife's cheating is somehow due to her husband's short-comings. Women are entirely capable of lusting after more than one man and have plenty of opportunity to do so. You don't know how you will respond in the circumstance even if you think you do.

......

Bill and I are are common law. We have been together for five years but never formally married due to my crazy hippy feminist mother who disdains the institution as patriarchal. 

She has always represented the best and worst aspects of feminism. Mostly the right goals and efforts but with a healthy does of hypocrisy and negativity.

Among other things she has drilled into us the belief that a woman's body is hers and hers alone. Yet she is the first to disapprove of what other women do with their bodies or how they present themselves.

My father left when I was still very young. He has tried to stay in touch but his relationship with mom is strained so we really only got to know each other when I was in my late teens. My stepdad is pure milquetoast. He is a nice and loving man. Mom walks all over him without so much as a peep out of him. Truth be told so do my sister and I.

It's not that Mom dictates who I am or how I behave, but she is a factor in how I got here. 

I must have gotten my physical genes from my dad's family as I look quite different from mom. She is slender and pretty but quite plain. I developed early and had breasts bigger than mom's by the time I was fifteen. It was at this point that her attitude changed towards me. She says it was just because I was starting to attract the attentions of men and she needed to teach me how to protect myself. That is true enough but I think there was an undertone of jealousy too. She has always been caustic to (maybe jealous of?) women who appear more sexual than her even if it is just a natural by-product of their body type.

As a result I was raised to be extremely self-conscious about my body. Frightened or intimidated away from the dating scene by mom I poured myself into physical activities. But that just meant that as my tits and hips kept growing my waist stayed tiny and my legs and arms toned. At 25 years old I am 130 lbs. Most women would find that at least 15 lbs. too heavy but I am fit as a fiddle. The extra weight is all firm booty. 

My measurements are currently 40-24-40 with DD cup boobs. I used to dress as modest as was reasonable without wearing a garbage bag or looking like I stepped out of a time machine. But there is no hiding my voluptuousness and I do attract male attention. I have now learned to embrace my body type.

Mom's perspective has rubbed off on me whether I admit it or not and I always strove to keep friction with her to a minimum so I dated intentionally compliant men. Bill is stronger than the other men I have dated. He is more female sensitive and politically correct than most men but still a real man and an excellent lover.

Darren is pure Alpha male. I was drawn to him because of him, not because of anything I am missing in my marriage. He isn't a replacement or better version of the man I want. As it turns out I just want both men.

......

I work for an interior design firm and Darren owns the contracting company that builds a lot of the projects we design. The first time I met him he seemed to me to be like an Alpha male right out of central casting. Mom would presume him sexist but she would be wrong.

Darren is the kind of person that everyone turns to when he walks in the room. They respect him and defer to him not because he demands it but because he has earned it and people sense his natural leadership ability. He leads women just the way he leads men - with authority, confidence and a calm certainty that this is as it should be. 

He isn't aggressive or rude or the least bit misogynist. He simply knows where he wants to go and knows he is the best person to lead the way. And the rest of us agree.

The first time I met him I was with my boss, a very attractive and stylish 42 year old woman. We were on a jobsite that was near completion. She was meeting Darren to review deficiencies and make a plan to get to the finish line. I was 23 and barely out of college. My job was to carry the bags, take notes and shut up.

The whole team knew he had arrived almost from the moment his truck pulled up. Several trades and his own staff had questions for him. In each case once he had provided his answers they pursued their tasks with renewed vigour and absolute certainty that they were on the right path.

My normally in control boss became slightly flustered when she saw him and I could tell she was fighting not to be more disoriented. She was used to adopting an aggressive tone to assert herself in this male dominated industry but not with Darren. I think she had a crush on him and he intimidated her a bit, but the fact is that it wasn't necessary or productive to adopt an aggressive posture.

Their interaction was the height of professionalism. Where deficiencies existed he embraced them and made sure someone was on it right away. The fighting and blaming and recriminations that are regular fare with so many contractors was completely absent from the dialogue. On the couple occasions where she incorrectly noted something as a deficiency when it actually had never been specified he knew his material. He made his position clear then found a way for both of them to get through it and still look good for the client.

It was obvious why we recommend him for the most important jobs and why a lot of referrals come the other way as well. Just like everyone else on the site my boss and I were buzzing with purpose and enthusiasm when he left.

I have met many men to whom it is difficult to say 'no', but there was always a degree of fear or intimidation involved. With Darren there is just no reason to say no. He is in charge and that is to everyone's benefit.

Over the course of the next year and a half or so I met him several times. It was his strength of character and presence that drew me to him but he was also a fine physical specimen. At 6'2" and broad shouldered he made my 5'5" frame seem small but he never made me feel small. He had the kind of strength that came from a lifetime of challenging physical labour. I doubt he ever did a benchpress, but he can pick up one end of a 300 lbs beam like I pick up my purse and he has to make a conscious effort not to crush your hand when he shakes it. At 44 years old he is almost twice my age and fitter than almost everyone I know.

Over the next year I took on some increased responsibility. I wasn't ready to lead a design team of course but I was adept at understanding what had been drawn and communicating it to clients and contractors. The first time he asked me to spend some time reviewing drawings with him my stomach was all aflutter. It was a big step in my career but I should have known then how much of a crush I had on him.

It must be noted at this stage that I do not wear a wedding ring. And all of our interactions had been brief and casual with limited discussion of personal lives. I don't think it occurred to him that at the then age of 24 I was married.

Over the next few months we became closer. Our interactions were focussed on work but more flirty and comfortable than before. I told myself he couldn't be interested in such a young woman, but I was ignoring the signs. And by putting him on a pedestal I was ignoring the fact that he was a man...a real man who might very well be interested in a voluptuous young blond. And like so many women, especially my age, I sincerely underestimated my own sex appeal.

And then it happened. 

......

Bill and I went to his parent's house for brunch on a Sunday in May. I have always gotten on well with them, especially his mother. She is a lovely and supportive woman who never seems to have a bad thing to say about anyone. But to me she is also something of an enigma. Feminine, pretty, demure and subtle she is also in complete control of her surroundings. And she does it with her own brand of authority neither competing with men nor trying to be different for the sake of it. She is emphatically her own woman complying with no particular philosophy. Her handsome husband and two sons are completely in her thrall. In fact all men and most women seem to be. Never demanding, she simply has to express an interest or desire and they fall over themselves to make it happen.

Working at a design firm I have adjusted to the need to be less body self-conscious. Obviously it is ok to be subtle but I am expected to be stylish and feminine. That is part of our image. It is all very respectable but I have had to grow up and get past the fear of my own silhouette. This has been greatly facilitated by a group of female co-workers who do not see their own femininity as a threat to their status. 

I often use get togethers with my mother as an opportunity to expand my own comfort zone. Frankly I feel both compelled and contented to be a bit more feminine around her. So for our brunch I wore a pretty and very feminine sundress with delicate shoulder straps, a low cut front and open back. It fit snug to my torso and transitioned to a loose flowing skirt with a hem half way up my thigh. My strappy high heeled sandals made my legs look extra long and firm. I left my long curly blond hair down so it cascaded over my shoulders.

She is always so complimentary and sincere that I feel genuinely beautiful around her. Slowly she has helped temper some of the more extreme views instilled by my mother. Simply put, a woman shouldn't feel compelled to be overtly feminine and even sexual but she shouldn't be afraid to be either.

She was the first to explain to me that women are equal to men but not the same. As long as we feel the need to suppress aspects of ourselves to validate other aspects we aren't equal. How can others accept us when we don't? Being equal for her means she can run her successful medical practice and be as feminine or sexual as she likes. And it means not needing anyone, man or woman, to validate her.

She also was the first to explain to me in clear terms that it is an immutable fact of life that people approach beautiful women differently. No it isn't fair but the world isn't fair to anyone. Take it as a lesson not to make assumptions about others, deal with it and live your life. If you want to try to affect change in the world then by all means do so but see it for what it is. You can either be yourself and take what comes or wrap yourself in defences and miss out on life.

As for men...don't expect acceptance of who you are if you judge and condemn them for being who they are. Demand to be treated with respect but don't ask them to lie to you or you will end up surrounded by liars. 

It was on this day that she made that last point. Barely a minute after she said it her husband came over to the lounger she was sitting in, took away her empty glass and offered to fetch her and I another drink. She thanked him warmly and touched his arm. These were the subtlest of actions but I could see he was motivated rather than compelled to serve. 

I don't know why I am writing about this. Maybe I am rationalizing my genuine confusion. It just feels as though one version of my sexuality or another has been shoved down my throat all my life. And I think it is the same for every woman including my mother. But she knows who she is now and obviously has experience and a point of view that represents more than one of the multiple choice options offered by society. She is an authoritative professional and a deeply sensual woman and simply refuses to accept the proposition that those things are at odds.

Anyway after brunch we drove home. I had accidentally left my briefcase which I needed early the next day at a jobsite. Darren was going to be there inspecting the house (he liked to do that during quiet times) and so the door would be open. I knew this because I had texted him about getting into the house.

As I dropped off my husband Bill and drove to the jobsite I was aware of the butterflies in my stomach. That always happened when I knew I would see him. His truck was at the house but he was inside.

As I entered the front hall I saw myself in a newly installed full length mirror and realized just how far from a work type outfit I was wearing. Darren came around the corner and sort of paused. The he said " Wow Lara you look, um, gorgeous. You look fucking gorgeous. Um sorry, but..." He said motioning his hand towards me. It was self-evident that he was looking at more than my face.

"It's ok. Thanks." I said. "I am just coming back from brunch on a warm patio so this was kind of the right thing." I said wondering if my nipples were showing all of a sudden. You just can't wear a bra with this dress and while it does have built in support it is designed for display.

Yes I should have said I was at a brunch with my husband but I didn't.

"Would you like a beer?"

"Pardon."

"A beer. Would you like a beer? Sorry the selection is limited." He said now smiling his usual warm comfortable smile. "Most weekends I grab a couple beers and inspect a house. It's tougher to stand back and take a thorough look sometimes while all the activity and people talking to me. The site supervisors do a great job but an extra pair of eyes always helps."

"Well I don't want to take your last beer." I said genuinely but also knowing by the way he was looking at me he would give me his last anything. Still as viscerally as he wanted me, I wanted him just as much...if not more.

"It's ok I bought a case. There were none in my fridge so I grabbed it on the way here." He walked ahead of me into the kitchen at the far end of the main floor. This project was close to complete so the fridge was in and running. Darren pulled the last sip out of the beer he has in his hand and put the empty on the counter. He opened the fridge and grabbed two beers, leaving two more.

"Do you usually go through five beers while inspecting?

He laughed. "No the quality of the inspection would definitely start to deteriorate. You told me you were coming."

As he turned to get the beers I finally took the chance to look down at my breasts. Yup, hard and erect. They were even heaving for fuck sake. I was trying to turn it down but well...big tits, hard nipples, skimpy dress, high heels, viral gorgeous man I know I want. All those thoughts coursing through my brain so of course my pussy was getting wet...fuck, fuck, fuck...I couldn't get it under control and didn't really want to. I wanted him to fuck me.

Darren opened both bottles and handed me one. There was no furniture in the house yet but there was a table height extension to the counter. I shimmied my butt up on that and Darren leaned against another counter a few feet away. We managed to chat comfortably while swimming through the palpable sexual tension for several minutes. But I was drinking a little faster than normal.

When I finished my beer Darren took the empty as well as his own and placed it on a side counter. Instead of going to the fridge he came and stood directly in front of me. Without a word he leaned in and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

My knees were in the way so I spread them. He moved himself to the edge of the counter and placed his powerful hands on my waist, pulling me towards him. We slowly explored each others mouths as he put is hands on my thighs. They seemed to cover my creamy white skin as he ran his fingers further up. He drew his fingers up to my panties in no time. 

No man had ever been so forward with me. I wasn't supposed to allow it...not as a good girl, or wife or independent woman...but I did. When he looped his fingers into either side of my skimpy panties and gently tugged them down I lifted up one side of my butt then the other so he could peel them off of me. He stepped away a few inches and I closed my legs so he could get them off. Then he stepped back into me and gently spread my legs running his hands of the inside of my thighs. Darren brushed the folds of my pussy before moving his hands up to gently peel off each of my shoulder straps and pull my dress down to my waist. I leaned in and kissed him hungrily as his big hands cradled each of my big tits.

Then he gently pushed me onto my back and kissed his way down over my neck, stopping on each breast to suckle my hard nipples before making a trail all the way down to my throbbing pussy. With a firm upturned tongue Darren parted my pussy lips starting first at the base where he could taste and breath in my sex. He slowly traced upward parting me all the way until he reached my clit. There he paused to lick and tease and suck every so gently until we both felt it get hard.

After he was sure I was wet (which I had been since before I walked in the door) he enjoyed a few more licks and stood up. It seemed like it took forever for him to remove his clothes while I lay there naked, legs in the air and spread out waiting. 

If there was hesitation or ambivalence surely I wouldn't just wait there like that open and waiting? Yes I was caught up in the moment but it wasn't all rushed. I waited patiently, playing with my tits and offering myself to him exactly as he wanted.

When Darren finally peeled of his underwear I gasped in surprise at the size of his dick. It is a least 10" and thick. Far more than I had ever had. 

In one smooth motion he stepped into me and gently painted the front of my pussy with the head of his enormous cock. I was frankly a bit worried but I tamped it down and let him take me. Once his cock head was part way into me he moved his hands to my waist. As he entered me I felt my pussy lips and walls expand more than ever before. It wasn't like I was a virgin or anything and I had played with more than a few larger toys, but still nothing like the way Darren spread me open that first time.




Slut Wife - Am I Cheating Slut?



I instinctively squirmed away from him but his powerful hands held me firm and he slowly eased his big dick into me. After the initial shock of entry it was a more comfortable and easy adaptation for the next few inches. His big cock was only about halfway in when he started to stroke back and forth. Because of the way he was standing he could adjust his height so that he brushed against my g-spot, stretched my lips, filled me up all at the same time. When he moved upwards I felt his size bump against my clit but even when he pushed in a bit lower his shear size tugged at it indirectly. 

From all angles being fucked by Darren was a new sensation and my toes were starting to curl before he was more than half way into me. Then he started probing deeper with each thrust touching a place that had never been touched before. It wasn't quite painful, but the discomfort merged into a tingling sensation that swept up from my core and made my whole body tingle like his cock was electrified. As that sensation swept over me Darren put one hand on each of my big heaving tits and held firmly, tweaking my nipples sharply. It was like he was completing the electrical circuit delivered by his cock on up to my nipples. I have never liked that in the past but when he did it like this I instantly moaned and bucked with my back arching as my first ever squirting orgasm built up in me.

Somehow Darren knew because he pulled his dick out of me and painted my clit while I squirted all over him and my body bounced over the waves of orgasm before crashing limply onto the table. My lover held onto my legs at the ankles and pointed them up and apart as he eased his cock into me once more. It was still a tight fit and sensitive after my orgasm but he was gentle and I opened for him more easily this time.

And then he started fucking me again, exploring deeper with each stroke. Touching me places no man ever had. I was a vibrating puddle of orgasmic delight by the time Darren was ready to cum. He was still a good 2" shy of feeding me all he had when his magnificent cock filled me with cum. And I do mean filled me. When Darren finally eased his big cock out of me there was a steady stream of his jizz oozing out of my sloppy pussy. And when I got to my feet it was running down my legs.

Darren grabbed a paper towel and we cleaned up all his cum...all the while chatting amiably as we have always done.

Nobody had ever taken liberties with me the way Darren did that day. It wasn't so much that he was taking the liberties that he wanted to take but rather the ones that I wanted him to take. The two melded together and I encouraged him every step of the way. He opened me up, spread me out, laid my sex bare and took it for himself. Since that day I have never denied Darren anything as he has nudged my boundaries ever outward.

When I got home Bill still wasn't home from work. I wanted to clean-up because it felt as though I smelled of slutiness. It wasn't typical for me to shower at that time so when he saw me coming out of the shower as he got home I made up an excuse about wanting to be fresh for him. Bill took that to mean sex and really appreciated the suggestion. He fucked me three times that night and we had amazing sex. 

Yes I felt guilt, but to be honest at that time I was feeling mostly satisfaction.

I know that most people probably have a hard time seeing past my betrayal and I understand that perspective. Others will be titillated by it and want to delve right into why I cheated. I was a muddled mix of emotions but the fact is that my experience with both men is equally appealing. Whereas Darren took my sex, Bill coaxed it from me through a long gentle session of sensuous love making. Any woman would be lucky to have experienced sex with either man but both in one day was one of the most exquisite sexual experiences of my life. I experienced desire I previously thought didn't exist in me.

I am not saying that my personal liberation somehow justifies betraying my husband. It doesn't. I talk a lot about equality and I would be the first to deny any man who uses his own liberation as a justification for his unfaithfulness. But the only person whose forgiveness I must seek is my husband's and we'll get to that soon enough.

It never crossed my mind on this day that I want to trade in Bill for Darren. I want them both.

......

By the time I woke up for work the next day I had convinced myself that the tryst with Darren was a one time thing. It was best for all if I just hid it away forever. Meanwhile I picked a slightly smaller and snugger outfit than I normally would for that day and virtually every day thereafter, because...well you never know. How is that for cognitive dissonance? I wanted him again as soon as possible. My self-delusion was just a way to put off addressing my betrayal.

It was wednesday of that week before I saw Darren again. I was asked to do a deficiency review with him and the client at the house where he had fucked me just a few days earlier.

On that particular day I was wearing a pencil skirt, fitted blouse with lace bra and back seam stay-up stocking. The minute I walked in the foyer there was electricity between us. And when we were alone looking over the plans Darren's hand immediately went to my thigh, tracing up the inside and lifting my skirt until he found the top of my stocking. I was very forward but I had already let him fuck me on this very counter now hadn't I? 

I was just as conscious as ever of being caught, but I was more interested in the fact that he still wanted me. It wasn't just a one-time thing. I am as desirable as he made me feel that first time. I smiled at him and opened my legs just a bit for his access while I leaned over the counter.

An hour after he left he sent me a text message. He would be doing his usual weekend inspection at another house. He just sent me the time and location expecting that I knew what he expected. He was right.

......

I spent the next couple days trying to think up an excuse to tell Bill so I could meet up with Darren. On Friday night Bill told me he had a late tee time the next day so I said I would probably go to the fitness club. Problem solved and no excuse necessary.

Bill was barely out the door when I picked out my outfit. Another sun dress. This one has a bit more torso coverage than the one I wore last time but features an extra short hemline skirt for easy access. Yes, I was going out of my way to make my sex available to Darren.

When I got the the house few words were spoken. I threw myself into his arms and we kissed passionately in the front hall. Darren carried me into the kitchen and bent me gently over the main countertop - again no words, just his body language and gentle guiding hand told me to be compliant.

He lifted my skirt and slowly peeled my panties off. Like before he took his time, making me wait as my head and heaving breasts rested on the counter. I breathed and squirmed but dared not move, revelling in the completeness of my surrender. I would stay in that position with my sex displayed to him for as long as he liked. Darren delicately traced his hands up and down my bare legs then started licking my pussy and ass while I gasped my appreciation and unconsciously spread my legs to give him full access.

It was only a few moments but it felt like an eternity until he stood and I heard him unzip his pants. It sounded lascivious and dirty. With any other man I would be too self conscious...of what he thought...of my own surrender...of the possibility of someone walking in. For Darren I just waited anxiously for him to fuck me. As I imagined what we must look like I whispered to myself "fuck me."

"What is that Lara?" Asked Darren.

"Fuck me please." I said louder now.

"You got it babe." Said Darren as he slapped my ass with one hand while guiding his fat dick into my wet pussy with the other. This time it parted my lips more easily than the first time and slid in like it was coming home until only 2" remained. He was as deep as the first time he fucked me and he still had more cock to feed into my hungry pussy. The mental build-up had been so intense that almost as soon as those last 2" gently found new territory and touched me where I had never been touched before I started to shudder.

For the first time my lover was able to grab my waist and pound his cock into me as fast and hard as he could without hurting me. How easily he had spread me and made me his slut. I could hear his balls smacking against my pussy as he thrust harder and faster. It was quick and intense and urgent. As his big dick brought me an orgasm from a new place deep within my slutty pussy he stiffened and shot a thick load into me.

We were both gasping amid the afterglow when he introduced me to another first. Darren got down on his knees and ate his own cream pie out of my swollen pussy. It shocked me and I started vibrating with a clit stimulated orgasm within seconds. He held me up as my legs failed me then slowly abated his pace until I regained composure. As we both stood up Darren peeled my dress off over my head. His pants were zipped up again but I stood naked. 

He was not done with me but he wasn't in a rush. We stood and talked, cuddling, kissing and fondling all the time. Then he took me on a tour of the house. Normally self-conscious I was enjoying his enjoyment of my nudity because the simple act of slipping off my dress had made his feelings clear. I was proud of my ability to be so casual and comfortable in my own skin.

By the time we were done our walk around my pussy was on fire again, but this time I wanted to see his beautiful body. There was a painter's drop cloth in the dining room and I took it upon myself to spread it out on the floor. Then I took his hand and led him over to it and slowly undressed my lover. He was everything I remembered from the first time - thick and strong and masculine. He had a typical amount of body hair but was well groomed and clean...tall and broad shouldered with a fat cock seemingly halfway down to his knees.

I told him I wanted to do the work this time. He laid on his back and I slowly lowered myself onto his long fat cock. I wasn't used to this angle so it took a while to work it all the way in. I did my best to ride him and I am more than fit enough. But the addictive sensation of his dick reaching so deep into me soon had me feeling weak as my body's craving gave me away again. When I could no longer move in a coordinated fashion Darren started to thirst upwards. I clenched my stilettoed feet around the inside of his thighs and let him take me. It felt like I was riding a wild animal as he fucked me to a toe curling orgasm. Twenty minutes had passed but it felt like a minute until I was standing up naked with his cum dripping from my pussy.

Again we talked and spent a few moments together. I only reached for my dress when it was time to leave. There was still just enough time for me to stop in at the health club for a quick shower. My workout clothes wouldn't be sweaty since the only workout I had gotten was with me fully naked. Bill would be unlikely to notice but if he did I would just say I had skipped the workout and settled on a long sauna and hot tub.

My willingness to think in such a way - covering my tracks, planning my excuses - was starting to register the need to do something about my betrayal. I knew now that i wasn't going to stop so I started thinking about how to deal with Bill. In the meantime I went home to my loving husband who fucked my brains out that night - another delicious opportunity to fuck my two favourite men in the same day. I wanted to keep them both.

......

The following week Darren sent me a text asking me to meet him at his office at 3:30 on Friday. Neither of us had any doubt that I would be there.

It turns out that his staff and crew leave at 3:00 on Fridays. It was a small simple open concept space. There was nobody else around so I followed the sound of Darren's voice to his office. He welcomed me in but he motioned to his telephone headset to let me know he was on a call. It was obvious that he couldn't extract himself from the conversation as quickly as he would have liked.

Of course I was prepared to wait as long as necessary, but after a few minutes I decided to liven things up a bit. I stood in front of my lover and slowly unbuttoned my fitted blouse then slipped it off my shoulders and tossed it onto his couch. Then I unclasped my bra and let my big tits bounce free for his viewing pleasure. My snug low cut jeans weren't designed for easy access but wiggling out of them was a perfect opportunity to swing my hips and shake my tits for him before turning and bending at the waist as I slipped them down to the floor. I had to slip off my high heeled pumps to get the jeans off but slipped them right back on, knowing full well how they accent my body.

Fully naked now I took my time setting my clothes in a pile on the other side of the room before getting down on all fours and crawling too him. Darren spread his legs and I kneeled up to unzip his pants. As I wrestled his magnificent cock free of his underwear it seemed even bigger and more beautiful than I recalled now that I had a chance to inspect it up close.

Sucking a big cock like Darren's presents some unique challenges. I don't care what the pornos say you don't just ram it in. Frankly it is tempting to fake it by giving him a hand job with the occasion lick of his cock head. But I was determined to prove my cock sucking skills and dedication to his sexual pleasure. As any good cock sucker will tell you - no teeth. When a dick is this fat you have to open your jaw fully which makes it harder to use your lips and apply suction. And even though I had sucked more than enough dicks to know how to control my gag reflex his girth was almost too much to fit.

It is a good thing I don't wear a lot of make-up because I was soon slurping, sucking and watering from my eyes and nose due my enthusiastic commitment to his wonderful cock.

Even after his phone call was done Darren stayed there encouraging me and giving me direction on how to suck his cock. As hard as I tried it was evident that I was not going to be able to get him off with just a blowjob. Eventually Darren picked me up and tossed me playfully onto his couch while he peeled off his clothes. Then he rewarded my efforts with a good hard fuck and when he was ready to cum he pulled out of my pussy and put it in my mouth to feed me as if I had earned it all with my blowjob efforts. I swallowed every drop before he sent me on my way. 

This night there was no opportunity to shower before I saw Bill, but my desire overwhelmed me. I pounced on him and fucked his brains out less than an hour after Darren had fucked me to orgasm.

For the next three Fridays a similar scene played out at Darren's office. He quite literally taught me how to suck a long, fat cock. And in between rendezvous I sucked Bill's cock everyday, partly for practice and partly because I was so sexed up. By the fourth Friday I graduated. I was good enough to bring him off with just my mouth. I drove hime feeling more proud of my cock sucking abilities than ashamed of my betrayal. 

That isn't the way it should be for a faithful wife but that is how I felt. Which is why I knew it was time to tell Bill.

......

Obviously I had let things get out of hand. The only silver lining was that I'd had time to think about it. My first instinct was to just end my marriage with minimum explanation. I tried to tell myself that doing so would save Bill some pain and grief. 

But that was nonsense. In the absence of any explanation he would default to the worst assumptions anyway, as would most rational humans. And having me say dumb things like "its not you its me" or " I don't want to talk about it because I don't want to hurt you" would be patronizing and doubly painful as a result. The fact is that those ideas were just lame excuses for me not to have to face up to my actions.

What is fair and right? Well not cheating on him in the first place of course. But at this point all I could do was be honest and as gentle as possible and give him the latitude to react. If screaming and yelling and cursing me out might provide a release or helps him salvage his pride...well the least I could do was take it like a grown-up. 

Once my mind was made up I was anxious to get on with it. I just told him flat out that I had been having sex with another man. He was stunned at first but then the questions came.

"No I am not in love with him."

"No we are not a couple and I don't plan to move in with him or pursue a committed relationship."

"No it isn't because of anything deficient about you."

"Yes, I still love you and want to be with you."

"Yes, that is the reason I have been so sexed up lately."

"Yes, some days when I fucked you I had already fucked him."

"When I was with you I was thinking of you most of the time...but yes sometimes I was thinking of him."

"I can't commit to never see him again. That is why I am telling you this."

"I know it is selfish but I don't actually want to be without you. I just can't commit to monogamy anymore. And I understand if you want to leave."

"No I am not trying to put the decision on you, but it would be disingenuous to say I want to break-up."

"Yes, I do want to have my cake and eat it too."

"Yes, what I did was bitchy and selfish and I am sorry."

Bill was hurt and confused and angry. I rolled it over and over in my mind. Could I have done this better, aside from not cheating that is? Maybe I said too much? Maybe I shouldn't have shared all of my feelings? Did I do that because it was the right thing...because it thrilled me a bit to admit my lust to my husband...because I was really hoping he would stay in which case he needed to know my true feelings?

A day later when emotions had subsided a bit, Bill made the obvious conclusion. Either we break-up or we have an open marriage. Its not like we just suddenly decided "oh well let's fuck other people." I don't think either of us saw this as a solution or settled matter. It was in effect a way to even things out enough that Bill wouldn't feel compelled to leave me right away.

To this day I am surprised that I never saw this coming. I kind of expected our relationship to end, but even if it didn't and I got to have my cake and eat it too it somehow hadn't occurred to me that Bill might be with other women. Even though I have portrayed Darren as my ultimate alpha male Bill is no slouch. He is handsome, intelligent and a good lover. Maybe he wasn't as dominant as Darren or his cock was merely above average rather than huge, but he would have no problem attracting women. How had I gotten so far and been so self involved that I never contemplated the notion of Bill fucking other women? The thought of it elicited a pang of jealousy and an even larger dose of titillation - the fine line between pleasure and pain that seemed to be becoming my addiction.

An open marriage - the blindingly obvious outcome that I was just now coming to grips with. I got everything I wanted with an unforeseen hitch. I had to give something up too. In truth I was unsure and even contemplated trying to just unwind it all. But it was too late. It wouldn't be fair to Bill to reverse course now after I'd had my fun. And I didn't think he would even if I asked. Bill was taking control of his own direction now.

We talked and argued for hours that night. And when things settled down we melted into each others arms because we both needed to be embraced. It soon turned to sex - rough, angry, dirty sex. It was as if Bill was trying to prove something and that is exactly what he did. That whole weekend was surreal. It seemed like every time I got within 6 feet of Bill he bent more over the closest piece of furniture and fucked me raw.




Slut Wife - Am I Cheating Slut?



At first my attitude was compliant. I had fucked him over and I "owed" it to him. But I was soon enjoying being his fuck toy and he was taking charge of me as he had never done before. Was he behaving this way because of his own hurt pride? Was it a reflection of reduced respect for me? I don't know but we were finding a new level of connection and that seemed like a good thing.

......

The following week Darren invited me to stop by his house on Saturday. I made no attempt to hide my plans from Bill.

We were still deeply confused about where things were going when I got to Darren's house that day.

He was in a rather sombre mood as he led me into a den off of the entry hallway. There was a window that looked out onto a large backyard and I could see pool, pool house and another wing of his large sprawling bungalow. I knew Darren was successful, but this suggested something closer to rich.

Anyway, I was wearing a pair of tight low sling jeans with dark stilettos and a midriff baring halter top. As always I was dressed to entice but at first he didn't seem to be in the mood.

Before we even sat down Darren turned me around, looked me in the eye and said. "You are married."

I was stunned. How did he know? Why hadn't I told him? Was this the end for us?

A few short days earlier I was a cheating slut who had both men in thrall. Now Bill was actively thinking about other women and Darren was standing in front of me visibly irritated. I could lose one or both and I sure wasn't in control anymore.

"Does your husband know you have been banging me?"

"As of a week ago."

He was not happy. I was stammering my way through an apology that offered little in the way of explanation when a knock came on the door. Darren just looked at me and said. "You should have told me. Your other lovers are none of my concern but you should have told me you were married." Then he instructed me to take off my clothes as he was leaving the room to get the door. 

My horror was mixed with an odd pride at the fact that he thought I might have other lovers and relief that he still wanted me...or at least the fact that he wanted me naked was a good sign. I had never before experienced such a compulsion to be submissive. 

What kind of a filthy slut had I become? Here I was stripping as fast as possible, trying to find a mirror to check my naked self, making sure to put my heels back on after peeling off my panties, checking the trim job around my pussy and generally buzzing with sexual arousal. All in the interests of making sure my extra-marital lover would still want to fuck me. The fact that a stranger was talking to him just a few steps from where I was making myself as naked, slutty and desirable as possible barely registered and modesty certainly wasn't a consideration. 

This wasn't what I was supposed to want but it unequivocally was and is what I want...to stand waiting for Darren like his compliant, obedient slut then go home to my husband. I don't mean this is all I want out of life. I mean that at this moment I couldn't resist the immediate temptation which had gone beyond lust and sex to include submission. For me there is joy in submission. I will do things under direction because I want to please that I would never decide on my own. 

I had barely gotten myself naked and as composed as I could be when I heard Darren tell the other man that the side gate was probably latched so he should come through the house to open it from inside. It sounded like workers - presumably garden or pool - who needed access to the yard. Darren led him past the room that I was standing in looking directly forward. The worker, a middle aged hispanic man, got as much of an eyeful as he could without falling behind. 

Darren let the man out the back patio door off the kitchen then grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. He came back into the room where I was waiting and put his beer on the side table. As he sat down Darren grabbed my forearm and pulled me down so that I was knocked off balance and thrown over his knee. One powerful arm pressed down on the top of my back mashing my tits into his thigh and the other powerful hand rested on my ass. He paused for a moment, I thinking waiting to see how I would react. I laid there compliantly shivering with anticipation.

Darren is so much stronger than me that he can handle me rather easily without excessive force. But the first smack on my ass hurt. It stung like a son of a bitch and was followed by another just as hard. I writhed and squealed involuntarily. Darren held me firmly though and said. "That's for not telling me you were married."

Then he did it again. Two hard open palm slaps on my ass. "That's for being a cheating slut."

Then he plunged two fingers into my pussy as I lay there restrained with my ass in the air. It was soaking wet. He slapped me one more time saying. "And that's because i know you like it."

Then Darren picked me up and put me on my feet as he was standing up. "Get down on all fours on the coffee table...Good now arch your back and put your face down on the table...Spread your legs a few more inches...There that's it slut. I call this the presenting position...This is how many female animals present themselves when they want to be fucked."

He paused and I stayed perfectly still while I heard him unzip his pants behind me. "Is that what you want Lara? Are you presenting that slutty pussy to me because you want to get fucked?"

"Yes, yes it is Darren. Please fuck me."

"I don't know if you deserve to get fucked."

"Please."

"Do you think you deserve it slut?"

After a long pause I said. "No."

"Why not? Tell me why not."

"Because I have been a cheating slut."

"That's right. You are a cheating slut. And why is that?"

"You."

"I can't hear you."

"You. Because of the way you fuck me. Please fuck me Darren. I am so sorry I didn't tell you. Please forgive me and fuck me now."

Finally I felt the head of my lovers magnificent cock parting my pussy lips. I was so wet he slid in easily but I still felt the intense pressure of his size as he plunged himself deep into me all in one stroke. I gasped and screamed but he just grabbed my hips and pounded my slutty pussy. Within a few strokes I was adapted to his dick and I was gushing my thanks for fucking me. 

The sting on my ass was still intense enough to add to my orgasm. As Darren brought me there my legs started to lose coordination and I couldn't maintain my position on the coffee table. He picked me up and fucked me like a rag doll until he was sure I'd gotten the full orgasm. Then he tossed me onto my back on the couch. I spread my legs for him as my lover took me once again. My pussy was sensitive and still shivering with the end of my first orgasm but my man wanted more now. Again with one full hard stroke he entered me fully as he held me by the ankles with my legs extended high and spread wide.

My headway wedged into the corner of the sofa and my big tits bounced back and forth as Darren fucked me. After a few moments he let go of my legs and I bent my knees but let my legs spread as wide as they would go to give him maxim freedom of movement especially inside my tightly stuffed pussy. He leaned forward taking both of my hands in one of his and holding them over my head. As he leaned forward and ground his pelvis into my clit while he was pounding me he started to squeeze my tits. 

He was soon manhandling them, lightly slapping them and pinching my nipples. Just like our first time I thought about how this is normally not my thing but with such a powerful man filling me with cock and so ably leading me to orgasm it was another layer of stimulation accumulating in my body. He built my physical release up in layers all the while using me for his own filthy pleasure. I am his filthy little fucktoy - I know it and like it.

I felt a squirting orgasm build deep within me. Darren knew that it would be a better release if he removed his big cock from my quivering slutty snatch. He pulled out of me but continued to expertly tweak my clit with his cock and fingers until my body yielded and I released my fluids while Darren held me in a state of euphoria for as long as possible. When I was spent I finally regained composure and saw my lover with his hug cock in his hand stroking it overtop of me as he straddled my stomach with one foot on the floor.

Still not quite spent he put his fat dick between my tits and with one hand on each side wrapped my tits around his cock and started fucking. His cock was drenched in my pussy juice and I could taste it as he let me lick and nibble on the head while he tit fucked me. It was only a moment until he was finally ready. He moved up further so that he could hover above me and put his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and held my head in position so that he was about 3" into my mouth while he stroked the shaft of his dick. A licked and sucked and smiled up at him ready for my feeding. Darren unloaded thick gobs of cum at just the right depth to make sure I tasted him. I swallowed furiously determined to get it all. He had taught me to breath through my nose during those cock sucking lessons in his office. He smiled at me as he saw me take the last of him while I took a breath so that I could keep his dick in my mouth until it was fully cleaned. After I swallowed it all I pushed my head forwards to get all of him then sucked hard as I pulled my head back leaving my man's beautiful cock nice and clean. Now that is a trick that only dedicated sluts know about I thought to myself.

Darren let go of my head and his fat dick exited my mouth with a plop. He stood up and then helped me up. The he grabbed his beer from the side table and led me to the kitchen. We both stood in our naked freshly fucked glory as he asked if I would like a drink. 

He was pouring my white wine when he said. "I won't sneak around or behave differently than if you weren't married."

"I won't ask you to."

He handed me my wine as he picked up his beer.

"Cheers." *tink*

"Do you think an open marriage will work for you?"

"I don't know."

That was the last we discussed of it.

"Did you bring a bathing suit?"

"No I didn't know you had a pool."

"Oh well there will be one that fits you in the poolhouse."

Darren downed the last of his beer and cracked a fresh one. Then he went to the patio door with me in tow. When we got outside I saw the man that saw me inside and one other man about the same age. They were working in the garden. Both were more discrete than he had been in the house but had a good look at my naked body. I liked the attention and strutted just a bit more than I needed to.

When we got to the poolhouse Darren put on a pair of boxer trunks and tossed me the skimpiest white bikini I had ever seen. It was one of those ones from Wicked Weasel.

Darren showed me around his house and then we sat by the pool. For the workers I was a fixture to be enjoyed. They were still there when Darren took me to the poolhouse and fucked my brains out again after lunch. 

Friends of his stopped by a couple times. In all I think about six guys and two women got to meet Darren's new slut. Me. Of course he didn't say it that way but we all knew it.

And when we were alone again after dinner, just about an hour after dark, he was reclined in his favourite chair by the pool. I got down on my knees and gave him a long sloppy blowjob just the way I know he likes it.

Later that night when he took me to his bed and I lay freshly fucked on his cool sheets I thought I couldn't imagine being anymore wantonly slutty. But my adventures were just beginning. 

When I got home the next day Bill hadn't come home yet...apparently his adventures were just beginning as well.

......

In a few short months I went from faithful wife, to cheating slut to just plain slut. Now I am happy not to be cheating anymore. 

As empowering as it is for a woman to have the right to say 'no', ironically true liberation came with the right to say 'yes'.



Slut Wife at the Movies



When Cal first told me about his adventures with other men at the movies, I knew I had to go with him, to both see and experience the kinds of deviate sexual adventures I had for a long time been craving. I knew also that our lives were changing, had changed. I was in command now, clearly, and we both loved it that way.

As we dressed for the movies that evening, Cal kept glancing at me to see what I would be wearing. I knew what I wanted to happen there, but what I wore may surprise you. Instead of wearing something simple, like a tank top and shorts, I donned a very slinky, very elegant black evening dress. It was an expensive dress, consisting of thin spaghetti straps, a low, square-cut neckline, and short hemline. It was slit up the side, so that when I crossed my legs a long expanse of flesh was exposed, enough to reveal a band of white flesh above the tops of my stockings. Beneath it I wore a garter belt, thong panties, and no bra. I took a long time applying my blue sparkling eye-shadow and mascara, accented by harsh Ferrari-red lipstick. I was no longer the shrinking violet of my college days. Now that both Cal and I were earning good money, I had changed my looks completely. My long, blond hair flowed in waves down over my shoulders, and my ice blue eyes were dazzling behind new contact lenses. I dressed to accentuate my large breasts now, not to hide them, and my long nipples, when aroused, never failed to attract attention. At 5'8" tall, with a 37D-27-36, 140 pound body, I was built for fucking, and damned if I wasn't going to do it.

"Marti . . . ."

"Yes, darling?"

"Can . . . can I wear the panties, too. The ones you bought me?" Cal asked meekly.

"Would it excite you, darling?" I asked, knowing, of course, it would.

"Yes!" he hissed, his eyes glowing with excitement.

"Then wear them, you little faggot," I smirked.

Like a little boy, I thought, he scrambled to put the panties on over his already erect cock. As he dressed in a pair of conservative trousers and a Polo shirt, I applied some of my most seductive perfume - Opium. Old, I realize, but still quite effective, especially where I was putting it . . . near my pussy and around my nipples. Cal observed all this, of course, and his little cock seemed to throb with excitement as he realized why I was dabbing perfume near my cunt.

Within the hour we were walking from our car into the movie theater. It was located in a seedy section of town, in a strip mall. At one end of the block of five or six stores, an adult book store seemed to doing a good business. At the other end of the block was a tacky "lingerie photo op" store advertising "live models." I wondered what it would be like to pose in lingerie for strangers, and I decided I would probably love it.

Inside the theater the man behind the counter looked stunned to see a gorgeous, fashionably dressed blonde accompanied by an equally well-dressed man. Clearly this place catered to the blue jeans and flannel shirt crowd, judging from the looks of the two or three patrons I observed hanging around outside the men's room. As Cal bought the tickets, the cashier continued to stare at me. I smiled, reached up and fondled one of my breasts, then winked at him. He smiled back, knowingly, and as we turned to walk toward the auditorium, said, "Have a great time in there, folks." I looked over my shoulder and said, "we will if we can find someone to fuck me." His grin disappeared, and he just stared at me, stunned at my boldness.

"Honey, maybe you shouldn't have said that," Cal whimpered.

"Shut up, Cal," I said, feeling more and more excited as we approached the sounds coming from the movie of someone fucking. Inside the theater we stood at the top of the aisle for a moment, waiting for our eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. There was a wide aisle between the back wall and the first row of seats, and as my vision improved, I noticed a line of four or five men leaning against the back wall. A couple of them had their cocks out, masturbating, and as soon as I recognized what they were doing, I felt my pussy flooding with hot cunt juice. Cal had been telling me the truth . . . this place was a cesspool of decadent activity.

"Let's sit down," I said, leading Cal down the aisle. About half way down the auditorium was a row separated from the one in front of it by several feet. I chose to sit in that row, although Cal was meekly squeaking his concerns about my selection.

"Honey, if we sit there we won't have any protection from the seats in front of us, and we . . . well . . . we'll be exposed. We won't be able to do anything without being seen by everyone."

"Jesus, Cal," I sighed. He was just like a worried little kid. "In case you've forgotten, Cal, the reason we're here is TO be seen. I thought you WANTED men to see me masturbating . . . and to see your cock."

"Well, yeah, sure, but . . . I . . . oh never mind," he sulked.

I ignored him, and moved to the center of the row, pulling my skirt half way up my ass as I sat down, revealing a wide expanse of flesh between the top of my black stockings and the edge of my skirt. No sooner had we sat down then a couple of men moved directly into the row behind us. I turned to look at them momentarily, and was pleased to see they at least appeared to be halfway decent looking men, in their forties or perhaps fifties. Good enough to suck, and perhaps fuck, I thought to myself.

Beside me Cal was fidgeting. He was watching the on-screen action of a woman who actually looked a lot like me being fucked by two black men with huge cocks. I felt my curiosity growing as I wondered what it would feel like to be abused by men with such huge cocks, and as I pondered the question, I reached under my skirt and touched my pussy.

"Take your cock out, Cal," I said, loudly enough for the men behind us to hear me.

"Oh God, should I?" he whined.

"Cal, just do it, okay?" I sighed, disgusted at his chicken shit attitude. He looked around at the men behind us first, then unbuckled his trousers and unzipped them. I watched, excited as Cal slowly tugged his pants down to his knees, revealing the bright red panties, beneath which his cock was already making a tent.

"Play with it, Cal. Let it stick out over the top of my panties, and play with it," I commanded, my fingers touching my own wet panties as Cal did as I requested. Watching his fingers rubbing his small cock as it stuck out over the top of the red panties excited me, and I turned to see if our friends behind us were watching. They were. They, too, were also masturbating now, and I could hear the rapid, rhythmic stroking of two cocks beating off behind us.

"Touch me," I said to one of the men. "Put your hands inside my dress and play with my tits," I urged. No repeat instructions were required. Instantly a pair of rough hands was sliding over my breasts. One of the hands was greasy, and I wondered if it was pre-cum lube. Then over my other shoulder another hand crept inside my dress, fondling my other tit.

"OH God," I moaned, as Cal turned to see what was happening. His eyes grew wider and I stared at him and said, "Two strangers are playing with my tits, darling. They're tweaking my bare nipples, Cal, while they play with their cocks. Tell them to come up here and sit next to me. Move over and make room for them."

Cal didn't hesitate. He invited the men to join us, and immediately moved over to let them. The men quickly got up and came down to sit with us . . . with me, one on each side of me. Their cocks were erect, and impressive, and when I began to squeeze each of them, the men began feeling my thighs. I raised up, and pulled up my dress, then sat back down again, spreading my legs wide enough so I could drape one over each of theirs. 

"Finger me," I moaned, feeling them pulling my panties aside, feeling them feeling my wet pussy as they suddenly slid their fingers inside me. "OH GOD!" I gasped, tugging on my dress, pulling it higher, exposing my naked tits for them. "Touch me everywhere," I cried out, suddenly coming, so explosively it surprised me. "Oh YESSSSS!" I hissed, loudly, as my orgasm shocked me, causing my body to twitch and jerk violently.

"Jesus Christ she's a hot cunt," one of the men said, leaning into me, wiping his drizzling cock across my thigh and onto my stocking, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum on my leg.

"Take my dress off," I said, holding my arms straight up in the air. They did as I asked, removing the dress, pulling it up over my head. "Give it to my husband. Tell him to take care of it for me while you fuck me," I said, heady with lust, and desire.

"Here," I heard the man between Cal and me say. Cal thanked him . . . actually thanked the fucker.

I said to the man, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Shit yeah," the guy said.

"You have to let my husband suck your cock first," I said. Then, to Cal, "Do it, Cal. Suck his cock for me. Make it hard, real hard. Put my dress on the floor and kneel on it. Then suck his cock."

Cal groaned, then did as I asked, folding my dress, placing it on the floor, then dropping to his knees in front of the man. As I watched, the other man next to me continued feeling my naked tits and my stomach, thighs, and ass. I turned to him and said, "When your buddy fucks me, I want your cock in my mouth, okay?"

"Oh God yes. I'd love that," he said.

"I know," I smiled, turning toward Cal and his friend. Cal was sucking the cock in earnest now, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked the man's cock. Cal was making little mewing sounds, and jacking off his own dick as the man grinned down at my husband's servitude.

"He's wearing your panties, isn't he," the man said.

"Yes. He's a little faggot. Loves to wear them, and suck cum from my pussy. So far he's only sucked out his own, but tonight he's going to be chowing down on several hot loads of strange cum. I think he's going to love it almost as much as me."

"Well he better stop sucking me or he's going to get a mouthful directly from my dick," the man groaned.

"Cal, that's enough. Let him fuck me now," I snapped. Cal backed away from the man's cock, and I noticed a drool of spit dripping from Cal's face as the man rolled over on top of me and began probing my crotch with his cock.

"Put his cock in my pussy for me, darling," I said, and Cal quickly moved closer to us, grasping the man's dick, then spreading my cunt open for it before sliding it into me.

"Oh Goddddd!" I moaned, raising my legs, wrapping them around the man's waist. I turned toward the other man, kissed him, and told him to stand next to me and fuck my mouth. Other men were all around us now, and before I began sucking the man next to me, I said to our new lovers, "You can all come on my face, if you like, or wait and fuck me, your choice. But if you fuck me, you have to let my husband suck your cock first. You can come in his mouth, or on his face, too, if you prefer that. Can't they, Cal," I said, watching my husband for his reaction. His eyes were so excited, so filled with desire that I knew he'd do anything I asked of him.

"Y . . . yes . . . I . . . I'll suck any of you, and you can come in my mouth, or on me, or you can fuck my wife. Whatever you want," he groaned, his voice shaking with excitement. "What a little wimp," someone said, and I laughed. Cal shook with joy over being called that, however, and I realized just how deep his need to be humiliated was becoming.

I turned back to the man next to me then, as the man on top of me continued fucking me. Opening my mouth, the man next to me slid his cock inside, and in seconds he was coming, filling me with blast after blast of hot cum. From somewhere behind me I heard a man groan, and felt cum raining down onto my face from his cock. Then the man inside me was coming, and I cried out with joy as spurt after spurt of his hot cum squirted deeply up inside my cunt.

Another man came down and stood next to Cal, offering his cock. "Here, fag. Suck this to get it ready to fuck your wife with," he said, laughing at how quickly Cal gobbled up the offered cock. I was breathing deeply, when from behind me a man groaned, telling me to turn around. I did, and was met with a face full of hot cum. I moaned with pleasure and the man pressed his spurting cock against my cheek, wiping it all around my face as it continued to ejaculate cum all over me. Opening my mouth, I captured the elusive cock and sucked greedily as the last two spunk blasts spewed into my mouth. 

I was on fire now, and suddenly the man Cal had been sucking slid his cock into me, into my cum-filled cunt. 

"Oh GOD yes, FUCK ME!" I shouted, as loudly as I could. The crowd of men around me now must have contained everyone in the theater. Everywhere I turned I could see men, jacking off, waiting to fuck me, or to come on me. Cum rained down on my shoulder, and on my face from behind me, from next to me, and inside me, as the man I was fucking unloaded his jism with a long, deep thrust, his groans driving me over the line to another shattering orgasm.

"God DAMN she's hot . . . so beautiful, too," someone said.

"Best fucking looking slut I've ever seen anywhere," another added.

I relished their compliments, flopping my head back against the seat as yet another cock exploded cum all over my face and in my hair. I was giggling madly now, as another man began fucking me. Was that three . . . or four? I'd lost count as I lay there, my legs spread out in front of me, panties drenched in cum, twisted sideways, exposing my naked stomach and shaved pussy. Cal was gobbling another cock, and this one apparently couldn't wait for me. I heard Cal moan, and saw the man filling Cal's mouth with cum. My husband's own cock exploded then, all over my leg. God I loved it, this decadence, this perversion.

And yet . . . I wanted more. Suddenly I knew what, and the thought of what I was going to ask for thrilled me.

"Piss on me . . . somebody . . . everybody . . . please . . .shower me, shower us, my husband and I. Piss all over us . . . make him drink it, and me. PLEASEEEEEE!" I begged.

"Jesus CHRIST what a slut," a man laughed.

"Well shit, let's do it to them," someone giggled madly.

"YES PLEASE! DO IT!" I begged, my voice sounding strange, as though it was someone else's. 

Suddenly I felt it . . . felt the warm rain, the golden rain of piss splattering down onto me. The man who was fucking me backed off quickly, cursing, as he jacked off his cock over my pussy until he, too, was spewing cum down onto my body.

"CAL . . . eat me, NOW!" I screeched, reaching out, grabbing him by the hair, pulling him into my gooey pussy. Cal immediately scrambled over to my spread thighs, burying his face in the dirty mess with glee, relishing it, wallowing in my soiled, scummy, spunk-filled cunt. I wiped my pussy up and down on his face as more piss splattered down onto me, in my hair, onto my face.

"Oh GOD YESSSSS!" I screamed, as loudly as I could, turning my head back toward the men behind me, opening my mouth, tasting their piss as it splashed down onto me from several cocks all at once. My body was soaked in cum and piss, and when one of the men turned around and offered me his ass, I greedily licked it, too, pushing my tongue upward, tasting his sweat and shit. I came so hard I thought I would die, and still I wanted more.

"GIVE . . . IT . . . TO . . . MEEEEEE!" I screamed, my mouth open as he bent forward, pushing his ass into my face. The first fart filled my nostrils with such an intensely perverse stench I almost vomited, forcing my face to remain where it was as he pushed and grunted, trying to give me what I was not sure I wanted, yet knew instinctively that I had to have.

And then I felt it on my tongue . . . tasted it as it plopped into my mouth, slowly, slithering inside my mouth like some kind of chocolate dildo. Only it wasn't a dildo . . . or a cock . . . it was shit, his shit, and I was sucking it, the acrid bitter taste so oppressive I could barely stand to have it in my mouth.

"God DAMN, what a sick fuck this bitch is," someone offered.

"Oh God, Marti, no!" Cal gasped as he watched me eating the man's shit. I turned toward Cal, and the rest of the man's turd slid across my face and onto my neck. My body was shaking so much now it felt as though I had a fever, and when I bent down and kissed Cal, letting him taste it, too, sharing it with him, he moaned, howled, actually, a long, eerie, anguished howl, like a wounded animal. And then he was pushing his tongue into my mouth, licking my lips, my face, sharing the sensation with me. Someone else began pissing on us, and I laughed, giggling wildly, like a mad woman, which by then I of course was.

Afterward, I picked up my dress from the floor and put it on. It was wet, sticky with cum, and so was I. Cal and I quickly walked up the aisle and into the bathroom to clean up. I joined him in the men's room, curious about what it looked like. A man was standing at the urinal pissing when we entered, and when he saw me he looked at me as though he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. He had obviously only just arrived, and I felt it only fair he had some fun with me, too. Walking over to where he was standing, I sank to the floor and took his pissing cock inside my mouth, drinking the piss from it as he looked on in total amazement. When he was finished pissing, I squeezed and fondled him until he was hard, then sucked him off until he was coming in my mouth. Removing the cock from between my lips, I held it against my face, wiping it all around on my face until it finally stopped spurting. 

The man thanked me, then left, quickly. I stood up, grinned at Cal, kissed him again, letting him taste some of the man's cum and piss, then turned to the sink, splashing water over my face, cleansing it with some of the industrial strength soap from a large container of liquid soap sitting on the counter next to the sink. Cal did the same, and we left. As we walked out into the lobby, the cashier stared at me with hungry eyes. A new arrival did the same, cursing his luck for having arrived too late to have had me.

"Better luck next time, fella," I grinned. "And don't worry . . . there WILL be a next time, won't there, Cal?"

"Anything you say, dear," he answered meekly, as we walked out into the warm Dallas night and to our car . . . .



Slut Wife Ch. 02



It has been a week since she heard from Charlie or Steve and she was back to normal with her work and house chores.

Sam has been home for a week now and hadn't mentioned about leaving on another business trip.

Sunday afternoon relaxing by the pool with the children gone for the weekend Sam tells Gloria that he don't know if his job is secure.

He told her that there have been changes made at the home office and there was a meeting Friday about the reorganization of the sales office. So he doesn't know if he is traveling out of town on Monday. They told him he would be called over the weekend and here it was Sunday afternoon and no call yet.

"Well the day isn't over yet honey." She said trying to give him comfort. 

"Yes I know honey but it isn't likely I will get a call today."

Just as they were discussing his job they heard the doorbell. 

Gloria went to the door forgetting she was only in a very revealing bikini. More like nipple covers and a thong. 

When she opened the door there stood a tall very distinguished looking man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair and beautiful hazel eyes peering down at her. 

"My name is Jack Thornton from A.M.T. Software Technologies, here to see Sam Franklin."

"Oh hi I'm Sam's wife Gloria do come in Mr. Thornton."

Sam comes in from the pool area to meet them walking trough the den to the back of the house.

"Mr. Thornton what brings you here?"

"Came here to speak to you about the new plan for our sales department."

Fear that he has lost his job; he asked Thornton to sit down and offered him a drink.

Gloria was off to fetch the drinks and Thornton's eyes followed her every step. Watching her tits bounce and her tight ass as she walked to the kitchen.

When she returned he moved his eyes from Sam and right back to Gloria. It looked like she pulled her tits out a little bit more.

Thornton's thoughts went right to the conversation he had in his office with some of the executives.

"Wait until you see Sam's wife." John told him, "Check out the body on her and notice her mouth, the straight teeth and full lips. Mmm I heard she loves to suck cock too!"

Thornton asked them were they got their information from.

"Charlie my brother is their financial advisor." said John. "He hit on her and she melted," he said. He told me that he never had his cock sucked like she sucks cock."

That's why Thornton made this visit himself.

"Sam, I guess you want to know why I'm here, especially on a Sunday?" 

"Yes," Sam said "is there anything wrong?"

"No, just wanted to meet you in a more relaxed atmosphere instead of the office. As you know the sales office is changing, and it does affect you. You are a good salesman and I would like you to take this new plan and run with it. The plan would be that you travel to the other side of the state and work out of that office for the next month instead of traveling back and forth every few days. I think it would be better for the company financially and much more efficient."

As Thornton was talking to Sam he was watching Gloria also. What a woman he thought. And in his thoughts was telling Sam that he would take good care of that piece for a month while he was gone.

"Well Sam, Gloria, what do you two think?"

Sam feared if he said no he would lose his job. Gloria spoke up. "Would Sam lose his job if he rejected the offer?"

"I would have to hire someone else if that's what you mean."

"Can Sam and I discuss this and let you know tomorrow?" Gloria said.

"I need someone there starting tomorrow." Thornton said.

Sam rose to his feet and excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Thornton wasted no time and told Gloria that he would try to make some compensation for them if he took the job there.

"If I were Sam I wouldn't want to leave a woman like you either." You are a beautiful woman and I'm sure you and Sam are very close in so many ways."

Gloria looking at Thornton and trying to figure out what to say smiled and said, "We are lacking in some areas but others are OK"

Thornton smiled and said "Sam is a lucky guy." 

Gloria looked back at him scanning his muscular body, his long powerful legs, beautiful hazel eyes and a very sexy smile. "Maybe you can get lucky one day too," she said. 

With that remark Jack Thornton felt his cock jump. He reached towards Gloria and put his hand on her thigh. 

She moved even closer so he can put his hand around her to take a firm grip on her clad cover ass cheek. Squeezing her but cheek saying how much he would like to get lucky with her. Gloria smiled and moved away from him. 

Moving around on the couch were he sat Gloria knew he was getting uncomfortable. 

Sure enough as soon as Sam returned from the bathroom Jack Thornton excused himself to use the bathroom. 

Gloria smiled at him as he stood up and she looked at his crotch, knowing she had caused him to get hard.

Sam and Gloria discussed his decision while Thornton was out of the room. They agreed to try it for the first month and see how it goes then maybe make arrangements to move there. If it doesn't work he at least has time to find another job.

When Jack Thornton returned to the room Sam accepted the offer and Gloria confirmed it.

Thornton assured them both that he will work with them both if they needed anything. Gloria moved closer to Thornton thanking him and gave him a kiss on his cheek as she rubbed her breasts against his arm.

Gloria watched Thornton from her window as Sam walked him to his car. She had some thoughts about him that made her panties wet. 

What is wrong with you she thought to herself? Sam's boss? Don't even think about it. But that's all she thought about for the remainder of the night.

After leaving the Franklins house Jack had a hard on with the thought of Gloria Franklin all over his body and he all over hers. John was right; she was hot. Her tits were hard and her ass was solid and tight. But how true was her reputation? I guess I will have to find out for myself he thought.

Every time she closed her eyes her thoughts went to Jack Thornton and how she wondered how he would be in bed.

Monday morning Sam finished packing his car and was ready to leave for his month across the state. 

Gloria stood in the driveway as Sam pulled away. Going to miss him so much she thought.

As she was returning to the house she heard her phone ringing. Running to catch the phone her thoughts were on Sam going away not knowing for how long.

When she answered the phone she found Jack Thornton on the other end.

"Good morning Mrs. Franklin, Jack Thornton here." 

Oh good morning Mr. Thornton you just missed Sam, he left just minutes ago." 

"That's OK Mrs. Franklin I called to talk to you." "Oh" said Gloria. "Talk to me about what Mr. Thornton?" 

"About Sam's paycheck."

If you can come to my office Friday around 5pm I will have his check here for you."

"Ok I can be there, I will come right from work, see you Friday." 

"Ok see you then." and he hung up.

Gloria was looking forward to seeing Jack again. She knows he is much older than her but he was good to look at.

Monday went well and Sam called after dinner and told Gloria the apartment they had for him beautiful, well decorated and overlooking the ocean. It was convenient to the office and to shopping and restaurants.

Gloria was happy for him and said everything there was going well for him not to worry.

Tuesday morning Gloria got up early and got her kids off to school and wondered what her day will be like?

She had housework to do and the shopping for the week since she worked the next three days.

After showering she chose to go shopping first then return home and get some housework done. 

While she was shopping her thoughts went to Jack "What a good looking man he was" she thought to herself. Looking at different men as she shopped but none compared to what Jack had.

Gloria was getting hornier as the day went on. She missed Sam already knowing she has to go to bed alone every night. What was she to do? Was Jack the answer? What about Charlie and maybe Steve? Her pussy was getting wet as she thought of them.

Finally she had finished her shopping and headed home. As she pulled into her driveway she noticed an unfamiliar car in her front of her house. She pulled in and parked her car. 

When she got out to take in her bundles she turned to see Steve standing there. She jumped at the sight of him standing there and he smiled at her.

"How are you Gloria?" he asked. 

"Oh I'M fine Steve and surprised to see you here." 

"You did invite me back if I remember correctly." 

"Yes, I did but you should call first. What if Sam was home? Maybe you can help me with some packages." Gloria suggested.

Walking into the house Steve watched Gloria's ass as she walked. The memory of seeing this woman naked made his cock hard. 

Putting the bundles down in the kitchen Steve took Gloria in his arms and covered her mouth with his. Burying his tongue into her throat and holding her breasts tight she kissed him back, their tongues dueling in her mouth. 

Gloria needed this; she was horny. Feeling his hot throbbing cock pressing against her made her pussy wet. Reaching between them she took hold of his cock and stroked him through his pants. 

Making their way to the bedroom she was unbuckling his pants. 

Taking off her shirt Steve reached into her bra and pulled her left tit out. Taking her nipple into his mouth and biting lightly on the rubbery rose bud drove her to a height of excitement. 

She sat on the bed and helped Steve remove his pants. As his pants dropped to the floor his cock sprung into view. His cock hard like steel and his helmet head smooth like silk stared into her eyes. Sticking out her tongue she licked the head and circled her tongue around the helmet, his cock entered her mouth.

Gloria was wet and her pussy was pulsing as his hot cock throbbed inside her mouth.

Gloria loved to suck on his cock she also wanted it inside of her pussy.

She released his cock through her lips and lay on her back lifting her leg up and pleaded to him to fuck her. 

"Fuck me Steve Fuck me hard and deep I need your cock inside of me." 

Steve followed her wishes and laid his cock in her pussy lips. As he pushed inside her she clutched his cock with her cunt muscles and held him tight so she can feel his cock rubbing against the insides of her pussy. "Yes, Yes, fuck me hard and fuck me deep" she pleaded

With the thoughts of Jack all night and all morning she needed to be fucked. Steve fucked her good and fucked her hard like she wished. Gloria came several times but Steve was holding on. 

"Don't cum in me" she pleaded "take it out and fuck my tits, I want to taste your cum."

Steve pulled out of her and ran his cum covered cock between her tits. Pushing between her tits to her chin and into her mouth then out again.

She was licking his head every time he brought his cock to her mouth. She had to have it all. 

"Put it in my mouth and face fuck me please face fuck me" she shouted. 

"Ok Slut here it comes" he plunged forward and sent his cock deep into her throat. "Suck it slut suck it good." 

Yes, I am a slut she admitted to herself as Steve plunged in and out of her mouth. 

Feeling his cock throb faster and his body stiffen she was ready for the flow of his cum. He came and came as she swallowed as much as she could, some of his cum dripping from the sides of her mouth. Steve finished cumming and slowly withdrew from her mouth and laid his body on top of her. Putting his mouth to hers and tasting what he just deposited there he kissed her long and hard. "Thank You I needed that" she said to him. 

"Yes, I needed you too Gloria" Steve said

They cleaned themselves up and Steve left after getting another blowjob at her request.

She needs a man's cock and cum on a daily basis. "What is wrong with me?" she asked herself.

Friday came and Gloria remembered that she had to go to Jack Thornton's office for Sam's paycheck.

Looking forward to seeing that good-looking man again was an incentive to get through the day

At 4:30 she finished work and headed to A.T.M. main office to pick up Sam's paycheck.

When she arrived it was just 5 pm and she went directly to Thornton's office. Linda the secretary there announced her arrival to Thornton.

Linda led her to his office where he sat behind a huge desk. Linda left and closed the office door.

Thornton rose from his desk and welcomed Gloria in and to sit down. As she sat she scanned the large room and seen a large couch on the far wall with a bar full of liquor on the adjoining wall separated by a door which she took for granted was the bathroom.

Thornton looked here over smiled and said "You look different with all those clothes on. I enjoyed you better with your bikini." 

"I'm sure you did enjoy the sight but I just came from work." "Sorry to disappoint you." she said. 

Again he smiled and walked toward her. As he approached her she noticed he had a bulge in his pants. "Have a drink? " he asked.

"Maybe a glass of wine if you have it." 

"Wine it is" he said. He took her hand and sat her on the couch.

They sat and drank their drinks and just talked about the weather and other common everyday things.

Gloria finished her drink and said she had to go so if he would get Sam's check she will leave so he can close the office for the day. 

Sitting close to her he leaned over to kiss her. As she kissed him back he reached up and held her right breast in his left hand. Rubbing his hand over her breasts and plunging his tongue into her throat Gloria was getting wet and losing some control. 

Hold her with his free arm he pulled her closer then on top of him as he sat back on the couch. Pushing her arms against the couch her breasts were level to his face. She was breathing heavy now and her breasts were heaving and his hands were all over them. 

Unbuttoning her blouse he revealed her black lace bra. Releasing the clasp between her breasts freed her C cup tits to sway in his face. 

She offered her tits to his mouth and he took a nipple into his mouth and bit down on the rosebud. She moaned with desire as he switched from nipple to nipple.

Pushing her up to her feet he started removing her clothes. With her help she was naked staring at him.

He opened his pants and slid them to his feet. Then pulled her down to her knees between his legs. His cock was larger than she has ever seen. The head was larger than a plum and the shaft had to be at least 1ten inches long, round as a beer can and hard as a piece of lumber.

Her lips went to his head and lick the creamy pre-cum from the hole. Licking down his shaft to his hairy tennis sized balls and licking them all around to his butt. His scent was of male cologne that made her tingle inside. Licking up his balls and taking one into her mouth as she stroked his hard pulsing cock. Taking one ball into her mouth at one time then the other made him shake with desire. Kissing up his shaft to the helmet of his cock she lowered her head over his helmet and took as much as she could into her mouth. 

Raising his hips to meet her mouth as she sucked like a vacuum on his hot throbbing cock. He was at his peak and was waiting for the explosion of his balls to release his hot cum into her mouth. 

Stroking his cock with both her hands and sucking for all it is worth. Gloria had orgasm after orgasm.

She felt his body tense and she reached behind him grasping his butt to hold him closer and deep inside her mouth. She felt the first load shoot into her throat followed by two more into her mouth. She then released his butt and held his cock against her throat so the remainder of his cum landed on her neck and between her tits. Rubbing his cum into her skin she climaxed again.

Thornton looked at her for a moment then pulled her toward him and they kissed. 

"Your are everything I thought you would be" he said to her. 

She smiled and kissed him saying "And we aren't finished yet." With that they hugged and rolled over together on the couch.

Sucking his cock again until it raised like a flagpole she lifted herself to mount him. With her legs on either side of him she pressed his cock into her pussy lips. As she sat down on his cock she felt it go deeper than she has ever felt any cock go. Her body was on fire and the cock she had in her was tight. She felt the walls of her insides being invaded by a monster cock. Slowly riding up and down on this huge cock her pussy began to stretch and accept it much better.

Her pussy was wet and running with her juices. Riding up and down she looked into his eyes and pleaded with him to fuck her hard. "Fuck me fuck my slut cunt hard and deep with that beautiful cock of yours." 

Jack rose up to meet every stroke and pulled her nipples as she rode him. "Yes, you are a slut and I intend on fucking you harder and deeper than you have ever had."

Pulling harder on her nipples and rising with every stroke Jack shot another load into her as she was experiencing the biggest climax of her life.

Jack had plans for this sex-crazed wife of his employee. She can be more of an asset to the company than her husband is.

Driving home from Jack's office Gloria felt like a real woman. "He is some lover she thought, I need more from him much more."

When Gloria got home the phone was ringing. She answered to hear Jack's voice. "Checking to see if you arrived home OK." 

" Oh yes, I'm home and was just thinking about what a wonderful time I had with you." 

"I had a good time also", he said. "Wish you can meet me again tonight so we can continue what we started." 

"Not tonight but I would love to do it again." she was excited again just talking to him. "Tomorrow then?" He said. "Yes, where and what time" she answered him with a glow in her voice and dampness between her legs. 

"I will call you, just be ready in the morning so we can spend a day together." "Sounds good to me" and she hung up.

She was so excited all night with the thought of meeting Jack in the morning.

The sound of the phone woke her up, it was Sam. "Hi honey how are you?" he said.

"Oh fine" she answered him." 

Baby I was hoping to get home this weekend but there is so much work here to get done." but I promise I will try my best to be home to see you next week" 

Gloria wasn't in any hurry for him to come home. She liked the feeling of having all this time for herself. Sam she thought was only interested in his work and not her so he may just stay there and do his work.

Gloria didn't know that Jack set this up to keep Sam away from her so he can have more time using her.

Jack covered all the bases, because he set Sam up with another manager's wife on the east coast of Florida. 

Kathy Carlson was Bob Carlson's wife of twenty years. Bob was a manager and soon to be an executive officer of the firm thanks to Kathy. She has been doing things with Jack for the past few months like taking care of his sexual needs and the needs of Jacks special clients.

Kathy was a fine looking woman 5'9'' under 130 pounds with a figure to die for. Her long blonde hair that reaches to her slim waist and her 38C breasts and her long shapely legs make her look ten years younger than her forty years. 

Kathy is well experienced in the way she takes care of a men's sexual needs. 

Sam will not need for anything while he was there. 

Jack called just before noon and told Gloria to be ready because he was going to pick her up so they can go for lunch.

Gloria took a long bath and dressed for Jack in mind. 

She decided to wear a summer dress and leave off the extras like panties and bra. She was ready for Jack and didn't expect to stay in her clothes very long after lunch.




Slut Wife Ch. 02



The dress she chose fit her nice and tight around her butt and snug in the breast area. Her nipples can be seen through the thin material of her dress. Her cleavage was deep and showed much of her breasts.

They sat in a nice clubhouse restaurant where Jack had belonged. Not many people were there for lunch and had occasional golfers coming in and out to catch a cold drink.

They were alone most of the time while they ate.

Jacks sat there next to Gloria with his hand on her leg and worked it's way up and down the inside of her thigh as they ate and chatted.

Just as they were finishing their lunch Jack had a phone call and they left just after it.

They drove to a hotel downtown where Jack had to meet another employee. They walked into the lounge and met Jacks employee waiting at the bar for him. 

"Bob Carlson I would like for you to meet Gloria" Bob was a big handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes. He must have been 6'4" and about 200 pounds of muscle. Bob took her hand and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Gloria smiled and returned his hello to him.

They took a table in the lounge and had drinks as they talked about everything but business.

As they talked Jack had his left arm around Gloria holding her under her arm and his hand was holding the side of her left breast. Moving up and down on her breasts and his fingers running over her nipple made Gloria wet by the minute. 

Bob looked her over several times and remarked on what a good-looking woman she was. He noticed her nipples hard and trying to push through her dress. 

Jack was doing everything to get Gloria to a boiling point. Little did he know she was already there? Her thoughts were on Jacks cock and what Bob may look like naked.

Reaching under the table Gloria had Jacks cock in hand and stroked him to erection.

The lounge was empty being the middle of the day so Jack took the liberty of reaching his right hand over to Gloria's left breast and removed it from her dress. Bob smiled and complimented Gloria on what a beautiful breast she had.

Jack suggested they leave and go to Bob's room and finish their drinks there.

When they entered the room Jack pulled Gloria's dress down to her waist exposing both breasts.

Bob loved the sight he just witnessed and reach out to hold Gloria's breasts in his hands. Gloria was in a bit of shock what Jack has been doing with her in front of Bob. But taking into consideration that he was the boss she understood what his intentions were.

She knew Jack wanted her to take care of Bob and make him feel comfortable while he was visiting the main office.

Gloria didn't mind but she wanted Jack's cock in her. 

Bob pulled Gloria into his arms and kissed her mouth, driving his tongue deep into her throat. Gloria returned his kisses in a very erotic way by sucking his tongue and lips as his hand mauled her tits and flicks her nipples with his fingertips.

Jack was behind her pressing his cock into her back and reaching around her rolling her clit between his fingers. 

Gloria was in heaven with two men sandwiching her between them. She was ready for anything they had in mind. 

Pulling her onto the bed Bob lifted her legs and pressed his cock to her pussy lips. Gloria noticed how nice and thick his cock was. Not as thick and long as Jack but longer and thicker than her husband Sam's.

"Oh Sam," she thought," I do love him and hope someday he will understand." Bob pushing into her well-lubricated pussy interrupted her thoughts. She was wet since they were eating lunch and now her juices were running out of her. 

Bob push deeper into the depths of her womb. She could feel his cock hitting her cervix as he pounded into her.

Jack had straddled her head and was pushing his cock into her mouth. Taking his cock in as far as it would go she licked her tongue on the shaft.

Bob was pounding her pussy and Jack was matching stroke for stroke with Bob in her mouth. She was ready for another orgasm as they pounded her at both ends. 

Reaching under Jack she took his balls and rolled them around in her hands. This made Jack go over the top and shot his first load into her throat that she swallowed then he pulled out and shot two more loads of hot creamy cum on her face. 

Bob was flooding her pussy with his hot seed as Gloria was raising her hips meeting his every thrust. All three reached their climax and lay exhausted on the bed together.

Gloria and Jack left after they all cleaned up and left Bob to relax for the evening.

Jack thanked Gloria for being so cooperative with Bob and promised her more fun in time to come.

Gloria knew what her role was and was willing to be Jack's slut and do whatever he wanted.



Slut Wife Ch. 03



It is Sunday night and Sam is ready to leave for the east coast of Florida. Returning to work and counting the day's to be with his loving wife and children again. celebrating his daughters 18th birthday was the main reason he returned home.

Jack wanted him to stay on the east coast to welcome some clients who were flying in from Europe but Sam priority was to see his family.

Gloria greeted Sam with a very warm welcome and a weekend full of sex. Sam always looked forward to having sex with his lovely wife. He knows how much she loves sex and feels sorry for her because he isn't around enough to keep her satisfied. He knows she is faithful to him and manages to do with out while he is gone.

Unfortunately Gloria wasn't at all what Sam thought she was.

Sam arrived Friday evening and Gloria wasn't at home. She was with Jack that afternoon and into the night. She didn't expect Sam until Saturday morning.

It wasn't until after midnight that Gloria arrived back at the house to find Sam there waiting for her. After explaining to him about shopping for Sara's party was the answer he was waiting for.

She greeted him with open arms and told him how much she missed him. 

After taking a bath and cleaning Jack's sperm from her body she was ready to show Sam how much he was missed.

Sam was waiting nude and ready in bed when she came from the bathroom. 

After an evening with Jack Gloria was not a bit horny but needed to satisfy Sam on his return home.

After some heavy kissing Gloria reached down for Sam's cock, which felt strange to her because of the size. Much thinner than Jack and a bit shorter. Making do of the situation she took his cock into her mouth and licked it from base to tip. Running her tongue around the helmet always made Sam jerk with pleasure.

"You haven't lost your touch honey," he said. 

Looking up into his eyes she took her mouth away and said "I know exactly what you like my love." And continued to suck his cock.

Sam came quickly and lay there content as Gloria took all his cum into her belly.

Saturday morning came and everyone had a chore to do to get ready for Sara's birthday party.

Guest started coming just before noon for a dip in the pool before lunch. 

Sam was busy at the grill cooking hot dogs and hamburgers. Gloria was greeting Sara's friends as they arrived. 

Gloria greeted the boys from Sara's college at the front door in her Bikini bathing suit. 

She heard some remarks passed from one boy to the other on how hot she looked and how they would like to get a piece of that ass. This turned her on to think that she impressed these young guys.

Gloria walked around the pool area to make sure everyone had something to eat and was having a good time. As she walked around she couldn't help but notice the bulges in some of these young studs bathing suits.

Her juices were beginning to flow with the thought of these young studs and what they had to offer.

Sara received much attention from these young studs in her bikini suit also. She was built like a model. Standing 5'8" under 120, long blonde hair over her shoulders, 34C breast and thin waist. Her ass was perfect and her long shapely legs made her look 6 foot tall. At 18 now she was all woman!

The guys all were attracted to her but she no steady boyfriend. She was not like her mother. Sara was shy and didn't go out often.

As the day went on friends of Gloria and Sam came to wish Sara a happy birthday also and to their surprise Jack came with a lovely gift for her.

Sam was happy his boss came and showed respect to his daughter on her birthday.

Gloria was surprised because he never told her he had planned on stopping by.

When Jack saw Sara he was in shock on how beautiful she was in her bikini. His cock jumped with excitement. He was there until late evening and all the while there he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Gloria noticed him staring a few times but didn't say anything at the time.

Jack shared his time with Sam and Gloria without being to obvious about his and Gloria's affair.

With Jack there it made Gloria very uncomfortable because she was getting horny looking at him. In her mind she couldn't wait for Sam to head back to the east coast.

The evening was finally coming to an end and Jack approached Sara to say goodnight. He kissed her cheek and told her how beautiful she was and if he could ever help her in any way to call him. 

She did mention she might need a job soon. Jack told her to come to his office when she had time and he would talk to her. This made her excited and thanked him again with a kiss on his cheek.

Jack and the other guest all left and it was time to clean up. 

Monday morning was here at last and Gloria was ready and waiting for Jack's phone call.

Jack called around ten and asked her to meet him downtown for lunch with the two clients from Europe.

" Dress in a business suit as you will be my personal secretary for the day."

"OK I will be there waiting for you by 11:45." After hanging up the phone Gloria took her bath and dressed for her meeting with Jack.

As she dressed thoughts of Jack undressing her after their lunch was turning her on. 

She missed him over the weekend because Sam was home. She loved Sam but Jack was a better lover than Sam could ever be.

Checking her self out in the mirror she liked what she saw. Grey suit with her skirt just above the knee and white blouse. Her breasts showing their fullness through a see through laced bra that meant she needed to keep her jacket on while the clients were with them. 

She took a last look at her makeup and agreed to herself that she looked good.

As she entered the restaurant Jack was there to meet her. Kissing her lightly on the lips he took her arm and walked to the table were the clients sat.

As she approached them they both stood and introduced themselves.

Jim Dolan, a tall slim forty-something Englishmen with a handsome smile and Sean Roberts, a very large black man built like a football player. Shaved head and a very broad smile.

As they touched her hand in a handshake Gloria felt vibes running through her arm right to her brain.

It wasn't long that after brief conversation Gloria felt very comfortable in their presence.

They talked business during lunch and as usual the conversation turned to personal life, family and sex.

Both men were married and were business partners. They admitted to Jack and Gloria that they did swap wives on occasion.

During the brief dessert Jack had mention to them that he had a previous appointment but Gloria will stay with them for the remainder of the day.

Gloria never expected this change of plans; she expected to make love to Jack this afternoon.

She excused herself and went to the ladies room. When she exited the ladies room Jack was there and told her to entertain the guests and he will call her later on in the evening. He also told her to call her home and have Sara stay with the other children because she will be late arriving home.

He kissed her and he left.

Gloria returning to the table found Jim and Sean ready to leave.

As they walked out of the restaurant she felt their eyes on her as she walked ahead of them.

She shook her butt with a little extra sway to give them a little show.

As they approach the parking area they asked Gloria to ride with them.

She had planned on showing them the town and some historical sites. But they had other ideas.

Sean drove directly to their hotel. 

"I think Jim and I would like to change into more relaxed clothing before we tour your city, if you don't mind?" Sean had said.

"No problem at all if that's what you want" Gloria answered.

They entered their suite and offered Gloria a drink from their wet bar.

"Yes, I would like wine if you have it there."

As they sat having an afternoon drink Jim started to remove his tie and headed to the bathroom.

Sean told Gloria to take off her jacket because it would be a few minutes before they were ready to leave.

With out thinking about the see-through blouse Gloria removed her suit jacket and laid it carefully over the back of a large padded chair.

When she turned she can tell on Sean's face that he was staring at her breasts. She looked down at herself and noticed her nipples sticking through the shear material then looked at him again.

His eyes were staring at her and she read his mind. The feeling of his eyes burning into her skin made her wet between her legs.

Looking at his crotch she noticed a large bulge pressing against his trousers.

Sean approached her and looking down into her eyes he took her by the shoulders and pulled her to him locking his lips on hers. Gloria returned the kiss and couldn't believe how full and soft this mans lips were on hers.

She had never kissed or even thought of kissing a black man. His tongue was big and searching the inside of her mouth. Her tongue met his and sucked it deep as she could into her mouth. Sucking on his tongue made him moan and his hand went right to her breasts. Pressing his lower body into her his cock was hard as his hands worked her breasts. 

Gloria didn't resist his advances, she held him as close as she could as she sent messages to him the way she sucked on his tongue. 

Reaching down between them she felt the bulge of his cock looking to escape from the confines of his pants. 

As she reached into his pants and took hold of his huge cock Sean was removing her blouse and bra freeing her breast and exposing them to the cool air of the well air-conditioned room. 

Her nipples were hard as bullets and sensitive to his touch.

Holding his huge cock with her both hands she dropped to her knees and kissed the helmet of his dark velvet cock. As she kissed the helmet she removed his precum and savored it in her mouth. 

Taking her hair into the grips of his fingers Sean held her head to his cock and push in until the head hit the back of her throat. Holding his cock with one hand and rubbing over his balls with the other Gloria sucked his cock like a vacuum wanting to suck his sperm from his balls.

Sean face fucked her like a man on a mission. A Mission to push his cock deep into her throat.

As she swallowed the head of his cock she nearly had all ten inches into her mouth.

With her now free hand she reached around him and found his butt hole. Pushing between the cheeks of his butt her finger entered the rubber ring around his hole. Pushing in up to her knuckle Sean jerked forward and his cock went completely into her throat.

She was deep throating him and finger fucking his ass as he was sent into another dimension.

Jim coming out of the bathroom with just a towel around him joined the two on the floor. Kneeling behind her and taking a firm grip of her breasts, Jim ran his now erected cock up between her legs.

Feeling Jim behind her Gloria leaned back to feel his cock rub against her pussy lips.

Gloria felt Sean's body tense and his cock swell. She knew he was over the edge. Load after load shot straight into her belly until his cock softened.

As soon as Sean pulled his cock from her mouth, she lay back onto Jim and reached under her to guide his cock between her pussy lips.

Jim's cock not as large as Sean but very thick entered her wet pussy with no trouble. Pulling hard on her nipples and pushing into her Jim was ready to come.

Gloria felt his cock swell but squeezed her cunt tight around him and said, "Wait not yet I want to suck you some first." 

Jim pulled out of her and lifted her to her feet. Guiding her to the bed and laying her on her back with her legs spread Jim straddled her body with his cock in her face.

Taking his cock she pulled it to her lips and lick her juices from him. Then taking his cock into her mouth she sucked it like a lollypop . Jim couldn't take much more and was ready to explode in her mouth.

She was ready now and pushed his hips down along her body until he was ready to enter her pussy. Taking his cock into his hand he pressed it to the entrance of her soaked pussy.

With no effort he entered her. As he rode her he kissed and bit the nipples driving her to repeated orgasms. 

Jim was ready to cum and announced he was cumming, Gloria pulled him down and her cunt muscles squeezed every drop of his hot sperm into her until she was full. 

Both being exhausted they collapsed together. 

Sean in the meantime had showered and was ready for another round with Gloria.

After Jack left the restaurant he headed to Gloria's house. The thoughts of Sara still on his mind from the weekend was making his head spin. The way her body looked in that bikini was driving him crazy. If she were anything like her mother he would have this beauty for himself.

When he arrived at the house he walked around to the back gate to see if she happened to be by the pool. Just like he thought she was there bathing in the sun on her belly with her bikini top untied and her breasts pressed against the lounge. What a sight as he couldn't take his eyes off her long voluptuous body laid there soaking up the sun.

Jack opened the gate and walked toward Sara. With the Walkman earphones in her ears she didn't hear him coming.

As he walked closer his shadow showed on the walk. Sara seen it and jumped with fear in her eyes. Forgetting about her top being untied she sat up quickly and her breasts were all exposed for Jack's eyes to feast on.

Then remembering her top was off she covered herself with her hands. Only able to cover her long stiff nipples her face blushed a bright red.

"That's OK Sara" Jack said. "They are much to beautiful to cover up." "Don't be embarrassed in front of me, I appreciate beauty when I see it."

"Oh mister Thornton, please don't tell my parents." "I stayed home from school today because I wanted to get some sun, and was tired from the weekend." "Will you tell them?" 

"Relax" Jack said as he moved closer to Sara and sat on the edge of the lounge. "I think we can work something out about you not being in school." "Put your arms down and let me see those exquisite breasts of yours."

Sara lowered her hands from her breasts and left them naked for Jacks eyes to explore.

"Sara" Jack said, "Has anyone ever touched or fondled your breast?" 

Sara looked frightened from the question. "I promise I will never say anything to your parents." Jack said as he looked at her with a concerned look.

"Yes Mr. Thornton a boy from school." "Once only once and I pushed him away." 

"Why did you push him away Sara?" he asked her. 

"I felt a funny feeling run through my body when he touched me." 

"What kind of feeling Sara?"

"I got goose bumps on my arms and felt my private getting wet." she said.

Jack reached for her breast and ran his finger over her nipple. "Like that Sara?" "Did you get that feeling again when I just touched you?" 

"Yes, but this time it was a good feeling." 

Taking her whole breast into his hand and rubbing her nipple on his palm he asked, "Do you like the feeling your getting now Sara?"

"Yes Mr. Thornton I feel safe with you."

"Sara now that you are eighteen I would like to teach you all there is to know about a man and a woman and how their bodies should react when they make love" "Would you like that Sara?"

"Yes, I would like that and I trust you Mr. Thornton." "Just don't tell my parents OK?"

"Sara that will be our little secret, I promise."

With that Jack took Sara's breast into his mouth. Licking around the nipple then biting the pink nipple that was long and hard like a pebble.

Sara's breath was heavy and her chest rose and fell against Jack's face.

Jack's cock was now the hardest it has ever been as long as he could remember. Taking her hand Jack placed it on his cock. Sara took a grip on it and stroked it while still in his pants.

"Have you ever touched a man like this Sara?" Jack whispered in her ear. 

"Yes, I did at my party last night with TJ my friend from school." 

Jack kissed her and asked, "And what did he do while you were stroking him?"

"He kissed me and put his hands on my breast then daddy came into the room and we stopped." 

"Did you enjoy what you did?" "Yes, it was fun but it made me feel funny and I was afraid."

"Don't be afraid Sara I'm here now and I will make you feel good OK?" Yes, Mr. Thornton I trust you."

Jack reached down and opened his pants and asked her to take his cock out. Sara did what he asked and began to stroke it. Jack positioned himself where she leaned over his cock as his hands were on her breasts pulling at her nipples.

"Kiss my cock Sara and lick the head of it." Sara looked very nervous but did what he asked. Her head went to his helmet and she licks the top over the slit and pulled his cock with her hand. When she seen the pre-cum seep out she pulled back and stopped pulling on him. 

"That's OK Sara it's only pre-cum and it is not harmful to you." 

Moving her head back to his cock she licked the pre-cum from his cock. Jack was ready to explode watching this young beauty licking his cock. Her tits were hard in his hand and her nipples so long and taut between his fingers. Sara began to stroke his cock harder and faster as Jack played with her nipples. He knew he was about to cum and didn't want to frighten her so he pushed her head back and had her sit up against the back of the lounger. 

"Keep pulling my cock," he told her. As he sucked her nipple once again. He knew he was ready to cum so he put his hand over the head of his cock and began to shoot his load as she pumped his cock with her hand. After the first two ropes of cum hit his palm he moved his hand and had the remainder shoot at her and fill her hand with his cum. Taking his hand full of cum he rubbed it all over her tits and on her belly. Sara moaned from the touch of his hand and the hot cum he smeared all over her. Her hand had his cum all over it also and Jack took her by the wrist and moved her hand to her lips, helping her he ran her fingers over her lips and pushed her fingers into her mouth.

"Clean your fingers" he said to her. Sara looked at him with puppy dog eyes and licked her fingers clean.

Jack reached into her bikini bottom and felt her wet bush. Running his fingers to her pussy lips he said "I see you enjoyed jerking my cock and eating my cum." "Oh Mr. Thornton that was wonderful what we just did."

"Don't worry Sara there is much more I will teach you but it all takes time." Don't forget Sara this is our little secret, now go clean up your brother and sister will be home from school soon." He kissed her and left Sara to return to his office.

Gloria on her hands and knees taking Jim from behind doggy style watched Sean approach the bed with a very erect cock for her mouth.

Jim had just dumped a load into her pussy as Sean kneeled in front of her and slipped his newly erect cock between her lips. Gloria's tits swayed as she sucked on Sean's cock. Jim couldn't resist slapping her tits as they swayed freely in the air hanging in front of him. With every light slap he heard her moan. Jim lay along side of Gloria and slapped one tit then the other. This drove Gloria wild and sucked Sean more aggressively. 

Listening to her moans of desire made Jim erect again. Jim kneeled behind her and entered her pussy like before. Jim slipped in with no trouble. Reaching around her he slapped her swaying tits again and again. Gloria was at the height of her climax and shuddered with delight as she came again and again. Sean going over the top shot wads of cum into her throat. Not wasting a drop she swallowed until his balls were empty. Jim feeling her jerk and hearing her swallow with delight made him shoot what he had left inside of him filling her pussy again.

As all three fell into a heap on the bed they let out a sigh and rested there for some time.




Slut Wife Ch. 03



Back on the east coast Sam was just finishing up the day when Kathy walked into his office.

As she approached him she put her arms around his neck and kissed him telling him how much she missed him this past weekend.

Returning her kisses Sam ran his hands offer her ass and told her he missed her too. In a matter of minutes Kathy was on her knees pulling at Sam's pants releasing what she missed most. Taking his cock into her mouth Sam was glad he was back.

Being there for the month Sam became very attached to Kathy and she to him.

Bob was away most of the time looking over other offices around the state. As always Jack had set him up with another employee's wife for the night he was in their town.

Jack would always pick a wife or two and threaten them with the loss of their husbands' job unless they surrendered their bodies to him and his clients. 

Bob fit in as the controlling manager and Jack's right hand man not knowing that Kathy was like the rest of the women doing Jack sexual favors.

Now that Jack set Gloria up the same way he was working on someone for his own enjoyment, Sara.

The next morning Gloria was awaken by the sound of the telephone.

"Good morning and congratulations." was the voice on the other end. Gloria recognized Jack's voice and smiled.

"Why the congratulations?" Gloria said. "They signed the contract thanks to you and I want to reward you for that."

Gloria was excited and knew what the reward would be.

"Can you meet me this evening to celebrate?" 

"I would love to if I can have someone stay with the kids."

"Send them to a friends for the night because you will be home late."

"OK! I will take care of it and meet you later."

Gloria sent the two youngest children to her friend for the night but Sarah stayed at home since she needed her computer for her schoolwork.

As Gloria arrived at their meeting place she saw Bob there instead of Jack.

"Jack asked me to fill in for him because something came up and he had to attend to it."

Bob filled her in on the plans for the evening. Meeting the clients for dinner and taking them to the dance club and celebrate the signing of the contract.

Gloria was put out by that but went along with it knowing it was to benefit Jack and the company.

Meanwhile Jack arrived at Gloria's house hoping to catch Sarah there before she left the house to be with the other children.

Sarah was just finishing up with her homework when Jack rang the doorbell. Before unlocking the door Sarah look out only to see Jack standing by her front door.

"Mr. Thornton how nice to she you again." Sarah said with a joy to her tone.

"How good to see you my dear." Jack replied as he entered the house.

"Mom isn't here right now can I help you?"

"I'm here to see you Sarah, do you think you have time for me before you leave?"

"Of course Mr. Thornton I will always make time for you. " "You did keep our little secret a secret didn't you Sarah?" "Oh yes Mr. Thornton I would never say anything when I make a promise."

"I know you wouldn't Sarah."

"How did you feel after I left you?"

"Oh, I got those goose bumps all over again and my private was wet again"

"Good Sarah, that's the way normal girls feel when they enjoy being with a man."

"Mr. Thornton I, I did enjoy what we did. Holding your penis and pulling it until you climaxed."

"Did you like the taste of my cum Sarah?"

"Very much sir, I thought about it for a long time afterwards and wished I had more."

"You will Sarah, you will have more. Let's go inside to the den and we can talk.," said Thornton. Looking at Sarah walk in those tight shorts and halter Jack was hard as a rock.

Sarah sat down on the large couch and Jack sat right beside her placing his hand on her knee. Jack took Sarah's shoulder and pulled her into him and kissed her lips as he ran his hand up to her crotch. Sarah kissed him back and accepted his tongue into her mouth. Pushing his fingers under her shorts and reaching his finger to her pussy lips. Sarah submitted easier than he expected.

He kissed her neck and down to her breasts. Probing his fingers into her pussy lips through her soft bush. Sarah was pushing her hips into his hand. Pulling his hand away and with both hands he pulled her halter off of her body leaving her bare chested looking him in his eyes. Reading her eyes he knew she was ready to do whatever he wanted. And he took full advantage of the situation.

Sarah put her head back against the couch and accepted his advances on her breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth and gently biting down Sarah's body reacted with a jolt and holding his head to her breast raised her hips to his body. Pulling her shorts off Jack kissed down her body over her navel to the edge of her panty elastic.

Sarah breathing heavy pushed his head down between her legs, pulling her panties down he kiss her soft bush and putting his tongue between her pussy lips.

Lapping her pussy he reached up to her breasts. Taking a breast into each hand he rubbed her nipples as his tongue worked in and out of her pussy. Sarah was bucking her body to meet every stab of his tongue. Her body was at a boiling point and she experienced her first major climax. Her body wouldn't stop shaking until she filled his mouth with her juices.

Jack removed his pants and stood in front of the young beauty on the couch. He knew it was time to enter his cock into her. Holding his cock in his hand he lay between her legs and gently placed his cock head between her pussy lips. Slowly he pushed his helmet into her and felt her lips spread to accept the plum side cock head. Biting her lip waiting for the pain Sarah sighed and spread her legs further apart.

Going in deeper Jack felt her hymen and gently pushed until she let out a yelp then push hard through it. Sarah screamed and then relaxed to accept the rest of his eight-inch cock, feeling her insides stretch as the wide shaft passed through the walls of her womb.

Stroking in and out several times then Jack pulled out leaving the head just inside her pussy. Holding it there for several seconds then with a thrust he entered her again.

Sarah was climaxing and holding Jacks back pulling him deeper into her.

Jack didn't want to flood her with his cum, at least not now. Pulling out of her he straddled her body. Placing his cum soaked cock on her stomach.

Sliding up between her breasts Sarah was begging him for more.

Jack slid up further and laid his cock on her lips. "Open your mouth Sarah and take my cock into it." Sarah opened wide and Jack placed it into her mouth. As he entered her mouth Sarah could taste her pussy juice on his cock. Sarah was excited and sucked his cock as deep as it would go into her mouth. Licking his cock clean of her juices and sucking it like a vacuum.

Jack couldn't hold on much longer and he let go a stream of cum into her throat. Sarah swallowed as much as she could. Strands of cum lay across her lips and on her chin.

"You taste wonderful Mr. Thornton just like the other night." "I want more if you have more Mr. Thornton," she said to him as she licked her lips.

"Not now Sarah you must clean up and go to your sitter for the night. We will do it again I promise. Now clean up my sweet and I will see you again real soon."

With that Jack left and Sarah cleaned herself and went on her way to the sitter.

Gloria entertained the clients and Bob in celebration of the contract.

Jack called Gloria the next morning and apologized for not being there but knew she would enjoy her night with Bob and the clients.

Gloria accepting his apology made plans to see him that afternoon.

Jacks plans were all falling into place. There were a few more steps to take and his business will be well taken care of, as will his clients and employees.

When Gloria met with Jack she was happy for him and mentioned that she wasn't feeling very well the past few days.

"I missed you Jack and feel like you are avoiding me." she admitted to him with a sad look on her face.

Jack took her into his arms and kissed her deeply and told her that she meant a lot to him and owed her a great deal for his present success.

She also confessed to him that she wakes every morning and feels sick to her stomach.

Looking into her eyes he asked if she was pregnant. 

"Oh my God" she said. I never gave it a thought! I can't be, I hope I'm not how would I explain? Tom hasn't been around much lately."

Jack told her to go get checked and let him know how she makes out. "Damn her he thought, I thought she was protected. She must be with all the cum she had in her the past months."

Gloria made an appointment with her doctor and had tests done. Her results were positive and she was upset. What she didn't know is who the father was.

She confided in Bob about her pregnancy and Bob said that if it were his he would be glad to take care of her and the baby. Knowing his wife has been unfaithful he had planned on a divorce and would love to be the father of Gloria's baby.

Gloria didn't know what to do. Jack has been acting very strange the past couple of weeks and she had suspicions of him having another woman. She loved her husband because he was the father of her children but loved Jack in a more romantic way. She didn't mind being with his clients to help make a deal but she didn't want him to have someone else.

Gloria set out to find out what was going on with Jack.

Jack knew that it wouldn't be long that Gloria couldn't entertain clients. He had to find someone to take her place.

The weekend was here and Sarah hasn't heard from Jack all week. Taking the liberty to call him she dialed his home number. Jack was glad to hear from her and they talked for a long time about everything and nothing. As Jack was talking to Sarah his cock was starting to rise with the memories of her naked and how he took her for her lay. He deflowered her and couldn't forget how she climaxed. 

"Sarah" he asked "We still have our little secret don't we?"

"Oh yes Mr. Thornton I didn't tell anyone but I wanted to, because it was so good."

"Would you like to do it again?" he asked her. 

"Any time you want Mr. Thornton any time at all."

"I did like the scent and taste of you when you came and would very much like it again."

"Do all men taste the same?" she asked.

Just like her mother Jack thought as he played with himself. Her mother loved the taste of cum.

"That is a question you have to answer Sarah, I don't know. I do know that not all women taste the same."

Jack made arrangements to meet Sarah Monday after her classes.

When Monday came Jack was busy in his office but didn't forget about Sarah. He was tied up with some new clients and feared he wouldn't make it at the time he had planned.

His new clients were three young men in their last year of college just starting a new business. They were good looking and very well built. He assumed and was right that they were in college on a sports scholarship. Thoughts of Sarah came back to him. He didn't want to be late meeting her. She was fresh meat to him and didn't want to disappoint her in any way. An idea came to him and without any thought he invited the three men out for dinner with him and Sarah. They accepted and he called Sarah to meet him at the restaurant in the country club.

When Sarah arrived all three guys stood at once and extended their hands to Sarah introducing themselves. 

Sarah was dressed in a short tight dress down just above the knee with a low cut front that showed her 34C breasts with a deep cleavage and thin waist. 

Jack liked the way she handled herself as she responded in a very respectful manner to them.

They looked at her breasts and their eyes traveled all over her perfect body. She looked like a model as she walked with her long slender legs taking long stride and her breasts shook.

During dinner they talked mostly of business so Sarah just listened. When dessert was served the conversation turned toward relationships and sex.

Sarah gave quite a show without realizing it when she was eating her vanilla pudding. They way she licked it off the spoon made all four men's cock's throb. Jack smiled at the display she showed knowing how much she likes cum.

"You handle that pudding with such tender loving care. Do you wish it was something that you recently tasted?" Jack said to Sarah. Sarah realizing what he meant started to blush. Jack smiled at her to make her relax. She excused herself to go to the ladies room. As she walked away all the men watched her walk. Knowing they were watching she gave a little extra wiggle to her butt.

"Now that is some women," Jack said out loud. "She sure is hot" one of the men said. And they all agreed. Jack asked them if they would be interested in having some of that. They answered at the same time. "Hell Yes." 

Jack thought it would be a good time to find out if she would be a good company girl, and possibly take her mothers place until she had the baby.

When Sarah returned to the table Jack announced that they were going back to his office.

They all met there after leaving the restaurant and Jack poured some drinks for them. Taking Sarah to the side Jack told her that he wanted her to do exactly as he asked and she would be well rewarded. He told her that he needed her help to have these college students sign a contract with his company.

"Oh Mr. Thornton you can depend on me, you know I will do anything for you." Sarah said with a big smile on her face.

Jack slipped some liquor into Sarah's drink just to loosen her up a bit. Sarah drank her drink down and Jack gave her a bit more. She felt her head getting light and also feeling very sensual. Her nipples were hard and moisture was forming between her legs. The more she drank the more she felt like she did when she had her orgasm with Jack.

Jack turned on some music in his office and asked her to dance for them.

Sarah dance slow and sexy in front of the men. Her body was tingling with desire and lust.

Jack from behind her and held her breasts firmly in his hands as he pushed his cock into her back. She threw her head back and sighed as he began to kiss her neck and lower the straps to her dress. Pulling her dress over her breasts leaving her with her bra on. Her rose colored nipples stuck through the material like two darts long and hard. With her dress around her hips and Jack grinding into her he lowered her dress to the floor. Sarah stood there in bra and panties with Jacks hands on her hips as she moved to a slow rhythm.

The men sat there staring in disbelief of such a beautiful body moving in front of them.

Jack turned her around a few times to show her perfect ass and long legs. Slowly Jack rolled down her panties then undid her bra letting it free her breasts.

The men had their tongues out watching this incredible woman being disrobed in front of them.

Jack pointed to one of the men and told Sarah to go to him and show him how she sucks a cock.

The blonde blue-eyed guy sat back on the couch as Sarah kneeled in front of him and began taking his cock from his pants. Her body was on fire and she was on a trip to ecstasy. Taking his large cock into her hands she lick around the head and tasted his pre-cum like she had done to Jack just days before. She liked the taste on her tongue and lips as she did before. Taking most of his shaft into her mouth she sucked it hard as she raised her head up to capture just the head between her lips. Running her tongue down the cock along the large vein made his jump with excitement. Swallowing his cock again deep into her mouth until his pubic hair brushed against her nose. She was so happy with herself that she took his whole cock into her mouth.

Sucking hard and deep she felt his cock swell and his balls tightened. A large wad of hot white cream was shot into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She tasted it and swallowed it into her belly. With a smile on her face she jerked his cock again and again unloading all his hot cream into her mouth. Before she swallowed his wad of cream she played with it with her tongue then took it deep into her belly. When the first guy leaned back and spent she crawled to the next and performed the same thing to him.

Then approaching the last man she looked a Jack for his approval and he just smiled and nodded his head.

The last man was larger than the first two, Sarah had trouble lick him as he entered her mouth because her mouth was so stuffed with cock she couldn't move her tongue. She licked down his shaft and licked his balls then taking one at a time she sucked gently on his balls. Licking up his long and thick shaft she took little nibbles at his flesh. This drove him wild. Jerking and nibbling his cock made him cum with her having to deep throat him. He came with a greater force than the others and his cum was creamier and in greater portions than the others. He came so much she couldn't swallow it all. Some fell to her chin then to her tits, Jack seen this and kneeled behind her and spread the cum over her nipples and into her skin. 

This drove Sarah into another gear. She turned and reached for Jacks cock to take it into her mouth. She wanted more and that's what Jack was giving her. More cock and cum for Sarah. After Jack came and they lay together on the floor.

The three college students dressed and started to leave but first shook Jack's hand and said, "We have a deal."

Jack kissed Sarah after they left and thanked her for her help.

Sarah said "Thank You" and smiled. She told Jack she learned something out of all this. "All cum tasted a bit different and all was good tasting."

Well we know what happened to Sarah, she works for Jack in many capacities. And for Sam he stayed on the east coast and had Kathy move in with him after her divorce to Bob who is raising a baby with Gloria who is looking for work.



Slut Wife Chronicles... Debbi



Author's Notes: 

This story was told to me by Debbi who I met in Literotica Chat. She gave me permission to re-tell this tale of erotic debauchery to my fellow Literotica readers. 

As always, I'd like to thank my editor and friend Pete who keeps me within the bounds of proper English and grammar. 

Lastly, this is a cheating wives story. If the subject of cheating wives offends you, please stop reading this story immediately and promptly kiss your wife and thank her profusely for not doing this to you. 

Thank you. J 

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I anxiously tapped my foot in the foyer of our large suburban home in Lemont Furnace, Pennsylvania. It was Friday night and my best friend Gina was supposed to be picking me up at 8 p.m. It was already five minutes after, so obviously she must be having problems with her new babysitter again. God, it was times like these when I was happy I didn't have children. She always seemed to be putting out fires of one sort or another. Thankfully, my husband David only brings up the idea of having kids sporadically and a nice, slow, blow job is a quick way for me to 'change the subject' when he does. I'm only 33, so I know I can stall him on the whole kids thing for a while longer. 

For the last five years, my life has been very easy. Upon graduating from college, I took an entry level position at a venture capital firm. It was a tedious, boring job that I loathed with every fiber of my being. Just imagine, a fun, college party girl, being stuck in an office behind a desk all day. For me, it was the very definition of monotonous insanity. The only redeeming thing about that job was meeting my husband. He is a very successful investment banker, and after dating for two years, he proposed and I was able to quit my job and start the profession that I was always meant to have; a stay at home wife. 

David is a wonderful man who dotes on me constantly. The only thing he seems to love more than me is his job. To be honest, he's a workaholic who spends fourteen to sixteen hour days at the office. I don't mind though, his hard work pays for our upper class lifestyle of new luxury cars and my almost constant, non-stop shopping. We also love to travel, that is, when I can get him to take a few days off. We love Europe and South America the most, but when he's too busy with work, I usually get to have weekend getaways to Los Angeles or Las Vegas with my friends. 

Our sex life is also really good. That is, when I can get him away from his mountainous stack of papers long enough to mount me. Although he's handsome, David didn't have too many sexual partners before he met me, so I had to teach him a few things concerning carnal pursuits which I have really enjoyed. As for me, on the other hand, well, you know... let's just say I'm a bit more experienced. I've always had a high sex drive and as hard as I tried in the beginning, I've never been faithful to David. Not when we were dating, or after we got married. It doesn't mean that I love him less, only that I need more attention from men than he has time to give me. I'm very selective and careful about the trysts I engage in, but when I get that itch, I just can't seem to help but scratch it. David is too consumed with his work to ask too many questions and I've always made sure that he's taken care of in the bedroom. Our situation may not be typical, but we are happy and it works for us. 

About damn time. I see headlights pulling into our large driveway, Gina's here. Her babysitter must have finally showed up. I take a moment and check my look in the large mirror in our living room. I spent over an hour working on my curly, shoulder length, brownish-blonde hair and makeup. I chose to wear a short, white matte halter dress with white strappy sandals to complete the look. The dress had a very deep v-cut in the front which displayed my 34c breasts nicely. I work out at least four times a week to maintain my college weight of 125 pounds and the very short dress helped show off my toned, tan thighs nicely. 

I could hear my heels clicking on the ceramic pavers of the driveway as I walked out, and then slipped into Gina's Mercedes E Class convertible Cabriolet. Her divorce was finalized about six months ago and she was finally starting to get 'back in the saddle' with me and go out. Judging from the sporty car, it was also pretty obvious that she was starting to spend some of the money from her very lucrative divorce settlement. Two things that don't mix: a hot, blonde, young secretary and a marriage without a prenup. Her ex was finding that out all too well. 

"Debbi, you look amazing girl," she said, as we kissed cheeks. 

"Thank you Gina, so do you," I said, letting my eyes wander over her smooth, olive complexion thighs before I continued speaking. "All of that work in spin class is really paying off for you." 

Ever since her divorce, Gina had wanted to get into better shape and lose the last ten pounds of baby weight from her last pregnancy. The stationary bikes were great cardio and her legs looked amazing in the little dress and heels she chose to wear this evening. 

"I thought that damn babysitter would never show up," she said in exasperation. 

"I'm glad she did, for a while I thought you might have to cancel on me." 

"And miss an evening with you? Never," she said, flashing me her beautiful smile. 

She was wearing a really cute neon pink, sleeveless, bandage dress that showed quite a bit of her great cleavage. It was nice to see that she was getting her confidence back after her split with her husband. 

I had 'experimented' quite often with other women in college, and a few times since, when the opportunity presented itself. I had been tempted to see if Gina would be receptive to the idea of taking things further with me, but so far, I had been reticent to make a move. She told me that she had always been faithful to her ex-husband, and it was only recently that she agreed to go out and 'hunt' with me. She always struck me as being more on the conservative side, but these 'baby steps' she kept taking was promising. There was a wanton woman in there somewhere; and slowly, with my help, I was bringing it out of her. I just had to be patient and not push her too far, too fast. 

"So what's the plan for this evening?" she said, keeping her eyes on the road. 

"There is a bar close to campus called Zeno's, and we are going to check it out." 

We lived very close to Penn State and I eavesdropped on some of the college girls at the gym that said Zeno's was a great bar that was always full of college guys. Perfect hunting ground, I thought. 

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of Zeno's and the parking lot was packed. Even though it was only a little before nine, there was a swarm of college guys in the parking lot, and as we made our way up to the door, I overheard some of their muffled talk. Even though they thought they were speaking softly enough for me not hear them, I could clearly make out the lewd and lustful things they were saying to each other about our appearance and how Gina and I were dressed. God, this was going to be a good night. 

My first impression of Zeno's was similar that of any other typical college sports bar. It had large flat screen TV's mounted on the wall playing every type of collegiate and professional sporting events. The bar also had large dark oak columns that were broken up by brick and mortar pillars giving it a rustic, yet classic look. The walls were also plastered with banners and posters from almost every professional and college sport team in Pennsylvania. 

My eavesdropping at the gym had paid off and true to the gym girls word, the bar was packed with college guys. There were a few women scattered about, but they all looked like they were accompanied by their boyfriends. The situation was perfect, a whole bar full of young college guys to pick from with little, or no competition from younger college girls. 

"Should we find a table and see if we can get the attention of one of the waitresses?" Gina asked, while she surveyed the scene inside the crowded bar. 

I noticed that there was a small group of guys congregating around the bar who were laughing and joking with each other. That was where we needed to make our scene, I thought. 

I grabbed Gina's hand, "C'mon, I think I found the perfect spot." 

Gina and I walked over to the bar and sat down on the stools and I ordered two Margaritas. Just as I was pulling some cash out of my purse, one of the guys in the group slid his debit card across the bar. 

"Their drinks are on me," he said to the bartender, while giving me a devilishly handsome, boyish smile. 

"Thank you so much," I said, giving him a big, flirty smile. "I'm Debbi and this is my friend Gina." 

"I'm Mike," he said, "and these are my friends who are also members of the Penn State Lacrosse Team." 

While he rattled off the seven names of his teammates, I had chance to take a closer look at him. God, he looked so young. He obviously had to be twenty-one to be in the bar. But damn, he looked like he should still be high school. I guessed that he was about six feet tall and a little lanky from all of the obvious physical activity. He had sparkling blue eyes and shoulder length wavy blond hair. He had that classic 'pretty boy' look that I was instantly attracted to. Even though he looked lean, he still had plenty of muscle and it was very apparent that he was in excellent physical condition. 

Almost immediately, the group of guys surrounded us and began to chat us up while we sipped our drinks. They were all so flirty and fun, God, I was in heaven. 

"I love your dress," Mike said, between sips of his beer. "You look so sexy and classy, you've got a great look," he said, gushing about my appearance, in a not so subtle attempt to win points with me. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere," I purred sexily, as I flirtatiously rubbed his arm, letting him know I was interested. 

I looked over at Gina and she was finally starting to settle down and talk with the four guys who were around her. I knew she wasn't use to this type of onslaught by young men, but she quickly settled in and held her own and started to enjoy the amorous attention from all of our young, would-be suitors. 

Just as we had finished our margaritas, one of the guys exclaimed, "OK, it's time to celebrate our win today, time for some tequila shots." 

He slid his credit card across the bar and announced, "I need a round of ten shots of Patron for my friends and these beautiful women." 

The other seven guys cheered as the bartender began filling up shot glasses. 

Gina gave me a look of apprehension and I winked and gave her a 'just go with it,' grin and she reluctantly smiled. A couple of shots would help loosen her up anyway. 

Just as the bartender was finishing the pour, Gina's phone rang. She retrieved it out of her purse and walked away from our noisy group so she could answer it. 

The shots were distributed and everyone raised their tiny glasses into the air. 

"To another championship season," he proudly exclaimed, as we all tipped our shots back. 

I could feel the Patron burning all the way down to my toes. Damn, this was going to be a good night. 

Just as Mike began to chat me up again, Gina approached and whispered into my ear. 

"One of my kids is running a fever and the babysitter is freaking out. I'm so sorry to have to cut this short, but I'm going to have to bow out tonight," she said reluctantly. 

I saw the look of concern in her eyes and I could tell immediately how worried she was. 

"That's fine honey. I will stay and have another drink, and when I'm ready, I'll call a cab to take me home," I said, whispering into her ear. 

She looked at me warily, "Are you sure you'll be all right with all these guys?" 

"They are sweet guys, I'll be fine. Just make sure your kid is alright." 

She smiled, "I'll give you a call tomorrow," she said. Gina then gave me a big hug, turned, and walked towards the front door of the bar. 

"Where is your friend going?" Mike said, giving me a disappointed, pouty look. 

"Something came up and she had to take off." 

I didn't want to admit to him that the reason she had to go was to take care of one of her kids. As hot as we were looking tonight, neither of us appeared to be old enough to be married or have kids. I could have been wrong, but I was pretty sure these young guys didn't think of us as being 'thirty-something'. It was fun pretending, even if only for an evening, that we were their age again. 

"I hope everything is alright," he said, feigning a look of concern. 

I was pretty sure he didn't care one way or another about Gina's desertion of our little party, as long as I wasn't leaving with her. 

"I'm sure everything will be fine," I said, giving him a kittenish smile. 

"That's great then," he said happily, "our celebration rolls on then. Another round of shots for everyone!" 

We did another round of Patron shots and I was starting to feel loose and relaxed. Now that Gina had left, the attention of the guys was now solely on me; and the more we drank, the bolder the young men's flirting became. 

"That dress looks amazing on you," one of the guys said. "It shows off your legs so well." 

"Oh, this old thing," I saucily exclaimed while gently pulling at the hem of my little dress. 

I knew this little white dress showed off my tan legs perfectly, that was the reason I bought it, but it was always nice to get that kind of affirmation from such a young, handsome guy. God, I felt like I was in college again, this place is wonderful. 

A few minutes later, one of the guys called for another celebratory round of tequila shots. While the bartender was setting up the glasses, Mike leaned in and whispered into my ear. 

"It's easier for me to get the shot down if I lick some salt first, would you mind?" 

"No, I'm ok with you licking salt before you do your shot," I said, not fully grasping what he intended to do. 

He smiled, leaned in, then kissed and licked my neck, causing to me moan softly in his ear. Then, he grabbed a shaker of salt from the bar and shook it on my neck, salt sticking to his saliva from where he had kissed and licked me. He playfully grinned, leaned in again and licked the salt from my neck and then proceeded to down his shot with the rest of us. 

I had to admit it had been years, probably going all the way back to my days in college, since a guy had licked salt off of my neck before doing a tequila shot. It was such a cocky, bold, move from this young kid and I had to admire his fearless audaciousness. 

The whole group hooped and hollered when they witnessed Mike licking the salt from my neck. 

"Your cleavage looks so good in that dress," one of the guys said daringly, while he slid up against me as I sat on the bar stool. 

"I almost didn't wear it tonight, but I thought it would be perfect for our little celebration," I said shamelessly. 

Like I knew they were going to be here. Who cares... I was having a blast doing shots with them, especially since I was the center of attention now that Gina had gone home. 

The dress had such a low v-cut, it put a lot of my cleavage on display and it was so tight and form fitting, even without a bra, it held my breasts up and gave them a 'no sag' appearance. I felt so hot being in the center of this party and getting so much admiration from these young guys. 

"More shots," another one of the guys yelled out and I watched as the bartender immediately started setting up another round for us. 

Now more of the guys were getting bolder and everyone wanted to follow Mike's earlier move. I had guys licking salt from both sides of my neck, from portions of my exposed breasts, and one guy even licked salt off of my thighs. Before I knew it, phones were coming out and the guys were clicking pictures and taking videos of each other licking salt off of various parts of my body. 

I could feel the dampness between my legs as their mouths began to lick the salt off. I was getting so worked up from all the teasing and flirting, aided in no small part from the copious amounts of tequila the guys were buying me. 

Once the group had all licked salt from my body, we all downed our shots together amid the continuous hooping and cat calls. 

"I know what we need to do," one of the guys exclaimed. "We need to each put some money in and guess what color panties Debbi is wearing." 

Mike looked at me and smiled, "Are you game Deb?" 

"I'm alright with that, but you know, if I agree, I get half the pot just for participating," I said, teasing them. 

A loud cheer went up from all of the guys and immediately they began pulling out their wallets and began to each lay fifty dollars on the bar. There is nothing on Earth as much fun as a group of rich college boys, I thought. 

"Now, if i agree to this little game," I said loudly above their cheering, "and no one guesses correctly, I get to keep the money right?" 

The boys were instantly silenced as each of them pondered my question. Finally, after a few seconds one of them spoke up. 

"Hold on now, you are wearing panties right?" 

His question immediately silenced the group again as they waited for my response. 

"I'm wearing a thong boys, there is no way I'd ever wear panties under a dress this tight." 

A loud cheer went up from the group at my admission. God, I couldn't remember the last time I had this much fun. 

"So we are all in agreement," Mike said between the laughter. "If no one correctly guesses the color of Debbi's thong, she gets to keep the money." 

Another loud cheer went up from the group as they all agreed on my condition of our little game. 

"Hold on now. If we are going to risk fifty dollars, this has to be fair, she needs to show us the color of her thong, not just tell us," one of the guys said, in a not so subtle attempt to get me to show more skin than I already was. 

The group again went silent to see if I would agree to these new terms. 

I thought for a moment, pretending to contemplate their request, keeping them in suspense just a little longer. 

"Ok boys, but if I'm going to show everyone the color of my thong, I'm going to need another shot of tequila." 

Another loud cheer quickly went up and one of the guys immediately agreed to pony up for another round of shots for our group, so I'd have the 'courage' to show them what was under my little dress. 

In all honesty, I was so buzzed and turned on by this point I didn't care one way or another about drinking more alcohol. However, I did want to feel their mouths on me again. 

Each of the guys again licked, salted, and then licked my body which only served to work me up even more. The group was becoming more daring as they all now wanted to lick the salt off my breasts or thighs instead of my neck. While they took turns licking the salt off of me, I felt the moist, hot, swamp between my legs become more pronounced. My nipples were also starting to poke through the thin material of my dress. Damn, I couldn't remember the last time I had been this turned on. 

Once we had all downed our shots, our little game continued and each of the guys picked the color of my thong. "Black, Pink, Purple, Red, Blue, Brown, Green, Yellow"... They seemed to guess every color of the rainbow in their attempt to win the sizeable collection of money. 

Finally, each of the guys picked and stuck with a color. It was now my turn for the big reveal. 

"Well boys, brace yourself and be prepared for disappointment," I said teasingly. 

My heart was beating so rapidly I thought it was going to pound out of my chest. It's now or never I thought. 




Slut Wife Chronicles... Debbi



Very slowly, I slid my dress up the front of my thighs to my navel revealing a white cotton thong. The first reaction from the group was a loud cheer of appreciation from seeing so much of my exposed body. Then, the adulation quickly gave way to loud moans and groans as they realized that none of them had correctly guessed the color and each had lost his bet. 

"You guys didn't think this through very well, there was no way I could have worn any of the colors you guessed under this sheer dress," I teased, "white is the only color that wouldn't show right through." 

To their credit, none of the guys made any snide remarks concerning the dark wet spot that was clearly visible on the front of my thong. Self interest is a big motivator, and the last thing any of them wanted to do was say something that would upset me and cause me to leave, just when our little party was really getting interesting. 

They all begin to laugh and joke and tease each other about their incorrect guesses, and some of them were whispering to each other about the sodden state of my thong while Mike handed me the big pile of money and I tucked it into my purse. As the guys continued to verbally jab each other, Mike slid up beside me and began to gently rub my thigh. 

"I've never seen such a wet pussy in my life. God, I want to fuck you so badly Debbi," he said, as he longingly whispered into my ear. 

I was so racked with lust from this handsome young man's bold comments that it was difficult to form a coherent thought. After several seconds, I was finally able to answer him. 

"We are both way too drunk to drive anywhere, so what do you suggest we do?" I purred back sexily, whispering into his ear. 

"My car is out back, and it's dark, no one will know." 

I thought for a moment. It had been ages since I had let a guy have sex with me in a car. What the hell. I slid off the bar stool and adjusted my dress by pulling it back down, while I felt Mike's arm possessively wrap around me and pull me against him. 

"Hey, where are you two going?" several of the guys cried out. 

"Sorry boys, but Mike and I will catch you all later," I said, as he pulled me towards the door amidst the moans and groans of the seven other unlucky guys in their group. 

We walked quickly in the warm summer night air through the large parking lot. Mike pulled the keys from his front pocket and pressed one of the small buttons on the remote control, which caused a chirping sound and the tail lights to flash on a very late model, black Cadillac Escalade, that was parked at the very rear of the lot. 

Mike opened the door behind the driver's seat and I climbed into the roomy back seat of the large SUV and I watched as he slid in beside me. The nearest lights were on the building of the bar, which meant that in the back of the very large parking lot, we were in almost total pitch black darkness. 

Almost immediately, I felt Mike slide up against me in the darkness and we began kissing passionately, feeling his hot tongue enter my mouth. I moaned loudly as his hands roamed up and down my body and I reached between his legs to feel the sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans. I heard him moan in my mouth as I gently rubbed his cock through his tight Levi's causing him to strain and squirm in the seat. 

That was all the prompting he needed as we began to remove each other's clothes. In a matter of seconds he had my thong off and my dress unzipped and bunched around my waist as he laid me down on the deep plush seats. I opened my legs wide and he crawled between them and sunk his tongue into my wet pussy. Immediately, I heard loud slurping sounds being emitted from between my legs as he ate my pussy with a reckless abandoned. While he was still trying to get his pants down, I lifted my ass up off the deep cushioned seats and grabbed his head by his long, blond, wavy hair and pulled him towards me, which pushed his mouth deeper into my hot wet sex. 

His tongue felt so good as he licked the walls of my vagina. I was so worked up from teasing the boys all night it wasn't long before his talented mouth was getting me close to my first orgasm. 

"Fuck, put your tongue on my clit," I moaned, as I ground my pussy into his face harder. 

Taking my direction, he withdrew his tongue from inside of me and began feverishly lapping at my little hard bud which instantly sent me over the edge. 

I cried out as my body began to convulse and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I was just beginning to recover when Mike sat himself up in the seat. I had to inwardly smile when I noticed that his entire face and part of his long blond locks of hair were covered with my vaginal secretions. He didn't seem to mind though, as he quickly pulled a condom from his wallet and tore at the foil packaging in one swift motion, like a man possessed. I watched as he feverishly slid the condom over the head of his thick cock and then proceeded to roll it down his shaft. 

With hardly any delay, he was on top of me and between my legs, and I could feel his weight on my body. He fumbled for a second in the darkness until he found my opening and then slid himself inside me, opening and filling me in one smooth thrust. 

I gasped and wrapped my legs around him as he began to push himself in and out of me in long, smooth strokes. I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest as he bent down and possessed my mouth with his, while never missing a beat, pistoning his cock in and out of me. 

God, he felt so good. His amazing physical strength and endurance was on carnal display and he didn't stop, or even slow down for several minutes as he continued to rut in me. More impressively, I was amazed at his control, especially since he was so young. I knew he must have had quite a bit of experience despite his youthful age. 

Seconds later, he stopped. "Deb, get on your hands and knees, I want to fuck you doggystyle." 

He withdrew himself from me and slid back which allowed me to get up off my back and then get on my hands and knees. Once I was in position, I felt him slide up against my bottom. Quickly, he found my aperture again in the dark and slid himself inside me which caused me to elicit a loud moan as he once again filled me. Roughly, he grabbed my ass and began pounding me hard until I was almost delirious. I reached between my legs and lightly rubbed my clit which sent me over the edge again. 

Feeling my orgasm, Mike stopped and allowed me to recover. The driver's side door was still open and he got out of the SUV and stood on the running boards below the door. 

"Deb, slide back towards me." 

I immediately complied with his request and moved myself back so he had access to my pussy while remaining in his standing position. 

As soon as I was in range I felt his hands on my ass as he once again slid himself inside me. This time, from the standing position, he was able to generate much more thrusting power and use my body for leverage as he began to hammer in and out of me incredibly hard. His strokes were so long and powerful and his cock felt so good, I instantly began climbing again as I approached another orgasm. I could feel him start to tense up and I squeezed my vaginal muscles on his cock which caused him to let out a low, deep moan as we came together. 

Mike collapsed on top of me, which pushed me into the deep plush seat of the SUV. After a minute or so, our breathing returned to normal and I could feel his cock start to shrink inside of me. 

"I have to get this condom off," he said, as I felt him lift himself up off of me and then step out of the SUV. 

In the almost complete and total darkness my head started to spin. I was still so drunk from all of the tequila shots that it was difficult to think clearly. I also felt so relaxed and sated after the orgasms that this young man had given me. I just decided to rest for a few minutes. 

Seconds later, I felt a hard cock push up against my bottom. 

"My God, are you ready for another go Mike?" I stated in amazement. 

My husband was a few years older than me and occasionally, if I got him really worked up, he'd be able to go twice in one night. However, he would never be able to recover this quickly. He'd always need at least a half hour's break and then some help from my mouth before he could go a second time. 

Well, you wanted to fuck a college guy, I thought, and when the opportunity presents itself... 

I got back up on my hands and knees and felt Mike rub the condom covered head of his penis up and down my slit which immediately sent shivers through my body. Hesitantly, he pushed himself inside of me. I gasped as his cock began to once again fill me. I was so wet from my previous orgasms that his member very easily glided inside me and in seconds, he had totally penetrated me and I could feel his balls rest against my ass. I felt his hands grasp my hips and he once again began moving himself inside me. 

Hold on. What's going on here? 

Even in my very tequila soaked, inebriated state, I could tell that something wasn't right. The head of Mike's penis was now rubbing against the upper wall of my vagina. Not that I really cared because his upwardly curved cock felt amazing inside of me, but it didn't feel the same as it had felt just minutes before. 

Mike had just started to pick up the pace and had begun fucking me really hard when I looked over my shoulder and could tell it wasn't Mike at all! It was one of his Lacrosse buddies! 

I was about to voice an objection when that amazing curved cock slipped out of me and slid over my clit causing shivers to run up and down my body. 

Knowing he had been busted, the young guy looked down at me and froze. I could make out enough detail in the darkness to see that he was looking at me hesitantly, longingly... 

What the hell. 

"You had better put that amazingly curved cock back inside of me before I change my mind..." 

I could hear a group of guys start to hoop and holler just outside the SUV. It appeared that all of my Lacrosse boys were just outside the car cheering their friend on. Obviously Mike and I weren't quite as alone as I thought we were when he took me out to his car. 

I could see the guy's white teeth grinning in the darkness as he once again found my opening and impaled me on that amazingly curved cock. He didn't last very long, only a couple of minutes, but I wasn't too upset. I was still able to get a really powerful orgasm from that marvelously shaped cock before he pulled out of me, ripped off the condom, and shot thick ropes of cum on my back. 

The next two hours was like one long concupiscent, hazy blur of fornication. As quick as one guy could finish, another one took his place. And, being the Nittany Lion innovators that they were, it didn't take long for one of them to open the other door behind the passenger seat, which gave them access to my mouth as well as my pussy, so I could take them on two at a time. 

Very quickly, condoms were in high demand and in short supply. Being the ever consummate Penn State booster, I agreed to fellate them sans sheathed so they could conserve their limited supply of rubbers. 

By the time I had collapsed from exhaustion in the back seat, I had gotten each of my Lacrosse boys off three times, and a few of them even managed four. 

Judging from the copious amount of semen that I swallowed, and the considerable quantity that wound up on my face and in my hair, I didn't envy the upholstery cleaner attendant that would have to contend with the sticky, crusty mess in the back seat of that Escalade. 

It was nearly two in the morning and Mike very graciously agreed to give me a ride a home. I never considered myself much of a Lacrosse fan, but after that night, I had a new appreciation for the game, and the young men who played it. At the very least, the boys would have a fun story to recall and reminisce about before they graduated. 

Thankfully, I was able to sneak into my house without waking my husband and take a much needed, very long, hot shower. My expensive white, matte halter dress was way beyond ruined. How in the world could I ever take it to the dry cleaners and explain the multitude of crusty, dry, white cum stains all over it? 

I woke up the next morning at noon, hung-over as hell, with my cell phone ringing. My husband had long gone to the office and as usual, was none the wiser concerning my previous night's activities. 

My body was stiff and sore and I felt like I could hardly move from all the rough sex. To make matters worse, my head was splitting like a cord of firewood from all the shots of tequila. It was going to take a week of intense massage therapy at the spa before I felt human again. 

I somehow willed my aching, sore muscles to slide me to the edge of the bed so I could answer my cell phone. 

"Hello." 

"Gina." 

"Not much out of the ordinary after you left, I just had a couple of drinks with those college guys and then one of them was nice enough to bring me home." 

"Lunch?" 

"That sounds great, but do you mind if we stop by Hot Topic afterwards? I have $400 burning a hole in my pocket and I could really use a new dress."



Slut Wife - Cuckold Initiation



"Oh honey, a courier package came for you this morning." 

"Perfect" said Roxanne "I love it when a plan comes together smoothly."

"What do you mean?"

"I will tell you a little later darling. Right now I am on my way to get a bikini wax. Please be here when I get back. I have something exciting to tell you." Then Roxanne grabbed the small courier package and left.

Roxanne and Peter had just moved to a high-end condo in Chicago about a month earlier. They had been living in a small mid-western town where they both had mediocre jobs. The money didn't matter because her father was very wealthy and she was an only child, but she was bored where they were. When her father had passed away suddenly a few months ago Roxanne decided they needed to move to Chicago to be closer to the company she had inherited from her father. She wasn't going to run the company - she just wanted to be close enough to keep an eye on things and this was the perfect excuse to get out of their boring little lives.

Peter wasn't sure if he felt excitement or trepidation about their upcoming discussion. However, she had always been the authoritative one so he did as he was told and waited for her. 

She could tell he was anxious, so when she returned she got right too it.

"Honey do you remember when I came into Chicago to visit my friend just before we moved here. I told you about how we went out on the town, just the girls. And how Tina had convinced me to dress sexy."

"Yes I remember."

"Well for years both you and Tina have been telling me that I am much more attractive than I think I am. I guess I always had a hard time believing you guys. I know that at 5'5" and 130 lbs I am not overweight, but I have always been self-conscious of my figure. It seems silly now, but 38-24-38 just seemed like too much tits and ass for me. For a while I even thought about getting a breast reduction."

"Anyway, when we went out that night I didn't have any sexy dresses or shoes. Tina insisted we had to look hot even if we were off limits for the guys at the club. So she convinced me to wear one of her very tight dresses. The problem was that my bra didn't look very sexy under that dress and Tina's bras were not big enough for me. So we both decided to go braless."

Roxy knew the details were unnecessary, but she wanted to see his reaction. She was enjoying teasing him.

Peter was apprehensive about where this was going, but sat in complete silence with his dick getting harder as the story unfolded.

"When I saw myself in that little tight dress, I was really surprised. I looked just like those hot girls you look at on the internet. I still have the dress - Tina told me my big tits had stretched it out so I might as well keep it. Wait here and let me show you."

Peter was stunned and worried. He was sure she was going to tell him she had cheated on him. She said before that she had not had sex with anybody that night, but he was nervous now.

When she came back into the room Peter's cock twitched with excitement. She saw him instinctively reach down and rub his dick and smiled at this honest display of how he thought she looked. 

The dress was white which set off her raven hair. It was very snug around her breasts, but without a bra they hung the way they do when she is naked - spectacularly full, but still firm and pointing forward. The shape of her silver dollar sized aureoles made a clear impression through the fabric and her nipples were hard and full. Like most big natural tits they stretched the fabric down and out slightly, demonstrating the full weight of what she had to offer and advertising to anyone who saw her that these were real D cups. With her every move they bounced, heaved and jiggled under the straining fabric.

As she walked into the room Peter could hear the clip clip of her heels. They were Manolo Blahnik's - expensive Spanish heels, 4" high - sophisticated but unmistakably "come fuck me" shoes.

As she walked across the room he could see how perfect were her sultry long legs because the dress just barely covered her shapely ass. It was stretched over the shelf of her gorgeous booty and the hem was barely 2" below her freshly waxed pussy. Peter's dick got harder still when he tried to imagine his lovely wife sitting on a bar stool in this dress in a room full of men.

Roxy came and sat next to Peter. She took his hand. "Well remember how I told you that I didn't have sex with anyone that night?"

Uh oh, here it comes thought Peter. His face was flush and his stomach was churning.

"I was being honest Peter. I didn't fuck anyone that night. However, I did have some fun. You see, men hit on me all night. At first it made me nervous, but it happened so often that I had to find a way to respond. I have always dressed in a way that discouraged men and I thought it disgusting the things that they would say to me. But that night I realized that I didn't need to feel bad about being hit on or the dumb things that men say. I just started deflecting them, then I slowly started to flirt with them. Before you know it I felt like I was in charge and ruling over a roomful of suitors from my perch atop a bar stool."

"By the time midnight rolled around Tina and I had each had several drinks and she was kissing some guy in a corner. Two men were talking to me. One was on either side, standing in front of me, while I sat on a barstool with my back to the bar. Pretty soon they were not only telling me how pretty I was, but making specific comments about my big tits and beautiful legs. They said dirty things about wanting to fuck me that no stranger has ever said to me. When one of these men leaned in to kiss my neck I didn't stop him. Nor did I stop him when he ran his hand up my leg. I told myself it was wrong, that I am a married women.......but it felt so good. When he kissed me full on the lips I opened my mouth to him and I uncrossed my legs so he could slide his hand up my thigh."

Roxy sat there holding Peter's hand and uncrossed her legs in that same sexy dress tracing the inside of her thigh with her own hand.

"Peter I didn't stop him when he pushed his hand all the way up under my dress. I didn't stop him when he pushed my panties to the side or when he put his fingers in my pussy. I sat there like a slut while he fingered me and we made out. When he paused his friend came in from the other side and did the same thing while the first man fondled my big tits."

Both of Roxy's hands instinctively went to her tits and squeezed them, tweaking both nipples while she paused her story.

"I should have stopped them Peter but I didn't want to....and they knew it. While they groped me they kept talking in my ear, saying dirty things about wanting to fuck me." Roxy could tell this made Peter hard so decided to keep teasing. 

"They said I was a horny slut that deserved to be fucked. That my filthy cunt needed more than one dick. They talked about how much they would enjoy watching my big tits jiggle while they pumped me full of cock. They made me admit that I like the taste of cum and that I liked to be titty fucked. And Peter they said all this while they had the thick fingers of their big strong hands inside my pussy."

"I don't know how long this went on, but it was quite a while that I sat there with my legs spread and two men playing with my pussy. After an hour or more, the first guy took my left hand and led me off of the bar stool. He fixated on my wedding ring, suddenly realizing I was married. He commented to his friend about how much of a slut I was to let these men feel me up in a bar while my husband was back at home."

"Peter, that woke me up and shook me out of my trance. If he hadn't said that I probably would have fucked him or even both of them. My head was swimming and I was intoxicated by the attention. When I tracked down Tina, we hurried out of there. On the way out I heard a few guys mentioned how hot I was. One guy said I was the hottest piece of ass he had seen in that bar in a long-time. Normally that would be offensive to me.....but he didn't know I heard him and I was dressed like slut. Suddenly I was flattered by the comment, and I realized he was right."

"What do you mean?" Peter was now in shock.

"I mean I am a hot piece of ass and I like it."

"And that brings me to my decision Peter. I have decided to become a hot wife."

Peter looked at her puzzled "I have always known you are hot Roxanne."

"No silly" she smiled, reaching out and squeezing his throbbing cock. "Not a wife who is a hot......a hot wife......a slut wife. I am going to start fucking other men on a regular basis Peter."

He sat in stunned silence and she waited for him to absorb the news. She didn't know how he would react but his dick had gotten even harder in her hand when she told him.

"Ever since that night in the bar, when that strange man called me a slut wife I have been conflicted. It isn't fair to do what I did behind your back........but at the same time I want to do it again. I want to fuck other men Peter and that is what I am going to do."

"I understand if you want to leave, but I would like you to stay. You are a wonderful lover and if you stay as my cuckold husband I will give you full pussy privileges. This isn't about humiliating you or anything like that. I just like all the attention and think that I deserve to try some new dick."

"Do you want to be my cuckold Peter."

Long pause

"Yes, yes I do."

"Now before we continue I want to set the ground rules Peter."

"Firstly, as I just described this is a slut wife and cuckold relationship. It is not an open marriage. You will not be permitted to have sex with other women. The way I see it, I have always been out of your league. You are lucky to have the chance to fuck me and I will grant you ongoing pussy privileges so you have no other sexual needs."

"Secondly, I will not hide our new arrangement. The people we meet will quickly figure out that I am a slut wife and you are my cuckold. This is a new town and nobody knows us so it is the perfect time to do this without any confusion or embarrassment."

"Thirdly, I will be making the key decisions in our life and you will do as you are told. Let's face it I have always been the authoritative one in this relationship anyway. I will fuck who, when, where and how I want. If you like I will tell you the stories but you have no say."

"Finally, you are still my favourite pussy licker. When I come home from my dates you will be waiting for me and ready to lick my pussy no matter how sloppy and used it may be."

"Peter, are these rules understood."

"Yes."

"And you will abide by these rules and obey any other instruction I give you."

"Yes."

"Great". With a smile Roxy jumped up and strutted across the room to pick-up the courier package. Inside was a small jewelry box and inside the box was silver and gold slut wife jewelry.

"This is an anklet or ankle bracelet. It has room for me to attach up to 10 pendants. There is a selection of pendants such as "SLUT", "SLUT WIFE", "SLUT for BBC", "HW", several "M" and one "F". It tells men that I am available for sex. See if I want to advertise for a gang bang, I attach one F and several M's. There is also a pendant that be attached to my necklace or pendants for piercings - nipples, bellybutton, clit, whatever. Isn't it pretty Peter?"

"I am going to try this one first." it was just a little HW symbol that means Hot Wife. She attached the pendant to the anklet then stood in front of him putting her sexy heel on the arm of his chair and bending down to attach the anklet to her right ankle. Peter immediately noticed her wedding ring as she did this.

Peter knew in that instant that with her outfit and slut wife jewelry everybody would know she was a slut......not just a scantily clad women, by a slut wife looking to get fucked outside her marriage.

She modelled for herself in front of the mirror "Oh Peter this is going to be so much fun. I can't wait to start. Today I am going to let another man fuck me for the first time since we got married."

Peter paled "You mean you already have a date."

"No silly, but you can see that it is just a matter of picking the right outfit."

Peter knew she was right. All she had to do was walk out the door dressed like a slut and there would be a line up of guys begging to fuck her. And Peter knew that is exactly what she wanted now.

She took his hand "Now come with me and let's look at my outfits to see which one I will be wearing right before I get fucked." Roxy smirked at herself for that rudeness which would have so offended her a few short months ago.

"The one you have on is incredibly sexy Roxanne."

"Yes, thank you" looking down at her cum inducing outfit "but this is more for going to clubs. I like the idea of being sexy and slutty during the day. Clubs are such a cliche. I mean sometimes I will want to go and be ogled and felt up by horny guys in a dark club, but that isn't what I want now."

"Now I want to find a spring dress and go for a walk in the outdoor market. I want to see the reaction of the people who aren't horny guys in a night club."

"I think maybe this yellow sun dress would be perfect."

Peter had never seen it before. It was basically a short skirt that seemed just long enough to cover her ass and two pieces of fabric that draped over the front of her tits and hooked behind her neck. Before she shimmied herself into it he saw her naked body with her freshly waxed pussy and she never looked so sexy. 

Roxy picked a pair of wedge sandals 4" high and admired herself in the mirror. Her tits barely contained by the thin strips of fabric and the tiny dress noticeably pushed to its limit to cover her pussy and ass.

"Just one more thing Peter." She pulled a small clit ring from her new jewelry box. This one had a very small pendant that simply said "slut". "Be a dear and put this into my clit please Peter."

She had never been pierced before thought Peter. "I know what you are thinking Peter. There was a tattoo and piercing place near where I got my bikini wax this morning. I had the nice man there pierce my clit and nipples this morning too. I am thinking of getting a tattoo when I go back for my bellybutton piercing."

Peter was on his knees putting the jewelry into her newly pierced newly slutty pussy. As she spoke he had an image of Roxy with a young man's hands on her tits while he pierced them and that was followed by an image of her spreading her legs for her clit piercing.

"Yes Peter he touched my body. He also offered free bellybutton piercing and tattoo if I fucked him. I told you it would be easy for me to get fucked.......but I am saving him for later. Think about what kind of tattoo I should get while I am out having sex with other men ok sweety."

Again Roxy looked at herself in the mirror. The clit pendant was not visible when she stood tall, but when she bent over the pendant and her pussy were clearly visible. She stood there bending and moving in different ways to see when and how she was exposed.

Satisfied with her sluttiness, Roxy grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "I am taking your convertible Peter. Now remove your clothes."

Peter paused not sure what was happening.

"Move it, I haven't got all day. Take off your clothes. Quickly cuckold."

Peter was a big strong guy with a nice cock and Roxy liked looking at him, but today she had something different in mind. 

"Now stay naked and clean this place from top to bottom. If you do a good job I have another surprise for you when I get home. Remember stay naked - even if someone knocks on the door you answer it naked and do not hide yourself. Is that clear?"

"Yes"

Without another word Roxy turned and walked out into the hallway of their condo building. A neighbour exited his condo at the same time. Peter stood exposed and semi-hard. The neighbour glanced at his wife and probably saw Peter's naked body as the door slowly closed. All Peter saw was his magnificent slut wife introducing herself to the neighbour and walking with him to the elevator. 

The man's name was Carl. He was handsome and well built. He appeared to be in his late 30's or early 40's - a decade older than Roxanne and Peter. He was instantly entranced by Roxy - within about 5 seconds all three of them knew that whether she fucked him or not was entirely her decision.

It was Carl who had suggested the open air market downtown. It was only a 15 minute drive, but Roxy struggled to keep her pussy from getting so wet it soaked her dress. So she lifted it behind her and let her waxed wet pussy rest on the seat of Peter's convertible - might as well call it her convertible she thought to herself and smiled.

As soon as she got out of the car, all eyes were on her and stayed on her. After strutting around casually she found a nice patio and sat down to sip on a martini. Several men came to introduce themselves, but she turned them away until she landed one she liked - he was a young man, early 20's, tall, strong and handsome.

Notwithstanding his own obvious virility Todd struggled to even talk to this sexual goddess. Roxy was amused by his fumbling efforts to pick her up and asked him to sit down with her. One would call her a cock tease if not for the fact that she was going to fuck him.

Soon they were making small talk and Todd was raving about the city and the view of the lake from his new condo. He was finally getting comfortable, but turned back into a quivering mass of hormones when she suggested they go and see the view now.

Roxy held has hand as they strolled towards his condo. At every opportunity she leaned into him, brushing her tits against his arm or touching him with her exquisitely manicured hands. When they got to the condo she strolled around languidly as he tried to gather himself. Roxy picked up a picture of Todd with a girl.

"Where is your girlfriend today Todd?"

"She is, I mean um I don't really have a girlfriend." He stumbled with his words as he thought he saw the perfect sex goddess slipping away.

"Don't lie to me Todd. I don't care if you have a girlfriend. I wouldn't have let you bring me up here to fuck me if I was hung up on that. You do want to fuck me don't you Todd?"

"Um, yes. I mean absolutely."

"Good." 

Roxy reached behind her neck and unbuttoned the one button that kept her dress together. The strips of fabric covering her big tits immediately fell away and with a sexy wiggle of her hips the whole dress dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it wearing only her heels and jewelry and left the dress in a pile on the floor where she left it.

From the picture Roxy guessed that Todd's girlfriend was not good at giving head. Few girls at that age are - they nibble and tease while essentially giving a hand job figuring the guy is lucky they are there at all. Roxy had learned much more - she knew they liked the feeling of having their balls sucked and it isn't a blow job until she could feel a cock in her throat. Roxy felt certain that the frilly girl in the picture wasn't the deep throat type.

Roxy swaggered over to Todd and immediately squat down before him with her perfect ass resting on her heels. As she reached up with her left hand and wrapped it around his fat cock she could see that he noticed her wedding ring. "I am surprised you didn't see that before Todd. Yes, I am married. So don't get too attached to me."

"Where is you husband, does he know you are here?" he stuttered immediately regretting his stupid questions.

"He is at home waiting for me. He does not know I am here but he knows I am somewhere fucking another man. See he is my cuckold." she said as she teased the end of his dick with her tongue. "You don't mind fucking a married woman do you Todd."

He shook his head silently.




Slut Wife - Cuckold Initiation



"And you don't mind that I am a slut do you Todd?" she said while she continued to lick his cock head and gently suck on his balls, looking up at him.

Again he shook his head.

And with that Roxy wrapped her lips around his big hard cock and plunged it into her mouth. He was longer and fatter than Peter by about 15% so it took and extra moment to fit all of into her throat. As soon as his cock was in deep enough for his balls to touch his chin he blew his load in her mouth. She was surprised and had to pull back a bit to get a taste of his jizz in her mouth.

Roxy figured for sure she was right about his girl friend when she saw how he reacted to deep throat. She was counting on his young virility when she decided to keep his dick in her mouth and slowly suckle it back to hardness. When he was back to full hard-on she stood and led him out onto the deck, leading him with her left hand wrapped around his cock so he could see her wedding ring.

"Let's not do it on the deck." My neighbours might hear.

"I don't care about your neighbours Todd, I want you to bend me over that railing and fuck me from behind while I enjoy this lovely view." She bent at the waist, turned and slapped her ass. "Now bring that hard cock over here."

He was powerless to resist and immediately eased his fat cock into her slutty wet pussy. As he pumped in and out of her she moaned like a slut and his confidence increased. He fucked her harder and harder each thrust, bending over to hold onto her big tits while he plunged his dick into her.

Peter was a good lover, but this was the biggest dick she had ever had and the sluttiest thing she had ever done. Roxy was soon squealing with pleasure as her orgasm built up. When it finally released she squirted. Roxy had never really been a squirter except maybe a small dribble. As this fat young cock fucked her she now gushed her juices all over her legs into a puddle on his deck. As she orgasmed her knees weakened. She took the opportunity to kneel in front of Todd and swallow his fat cock again. She gagged as he thrust it into her, pushing his thighs into her big tits, but she managed to take him all in. With a few more thrusts he was cumming in her mouth, this time pulling out at the end to spray her face and tits with some of his cum.

Oddly Todd was self conscious of whether the act of cumming on her face and tits would make her mad - it would have made his girlfriend mad. Roxy smiled and thanked him and kept on licking his dick.

After she cleaned off his cock entirely Roxy stood up and the two lovers went to get a drink. She stayed and chatted and strolled around long enough for him to get hard one more time. It seemed like a long shot but he was young and virile and she was one hot slut. See even though Roxy only wanted Todd for sex she wanted to stake a claim on him. In order to do that she wanted to fuck him one more time in the bed Todd shared with his girlfriend.

Within half an hour Roxy was on her back in that bed with her legs spread wide. There was no need to worry about nosy neighbours now so she started to talk dirty to him. "Cum fuck me Todd, fuck me like a slut. That's it, put that big dick into me. Fuck me hard so my big tits bounce. When you are near ready to cum I want you to tit fuck me and cum in my mouth." 

This went on for quite a while with Roxy enjoying every stroke of his big cock. Soon Todd's big dick was shooting its cum all over Roxy, dribbling off of her face and tits onto the bed and her wet slutty pussy was leaking her girl cum all over his sheets. She slowly cleaned the cum off his dick with her mouth while he leaned over her.

Roxy had staked her claim to this yummy young cock. She could scoop him up from his girlfriend any time she wanted and he would come running for the chance to fuck her.

When Roxy left she wiggled back into her dress and almost thought she saw him getting hard again. They exchanged phone numbers and she left.

It had been only about an hour from the time she left home until she swallowed Todd's first load of cum and she had spent a full three hours being fucked by her new lover.

When Roxy got home her naked cuckold husband was waiting for her. He had done a good job of cleaning, but she noticed his dick was limp. "What the fuck is this she said pointing at his cock? Have you been masturbating Peter?"

"Yes Roxy I have."

"How many times?"

"Twice"

Annoyed Roxy went over to him and grabbed both of his balls with her left hand. She pulled them down hard. Peter's dick twitched slightly and Roxy slapped it hard with her other hand. She kept slapping his dick until it firmed up a bit from the rush of blood. Then she released his balls grabbed his cock and pulled hard on it. "Listen cuckold I expect to come home to a hard cock. I have granted you pussy privileges but if you can't even save some hard cock for me maybe that is a mistake."

"Please no."

"What?"

"Please don't cut off my pussy privileges."

"Ok" said Roxy softening her tone "but from now on you will not be permitted to masturbate unless I approve. Is that clear?"

"Yes Roxy."

"And the surprise I promised you for this evening will have to wait. It is too bad, but you must learn obedience."

"Yes Roxy."

"Now lie on the floor cuckold."

When Peter was flat on his back Roxy took off her dress, straddled his face and fed him her slutty pussy. "Do you taste him cuckold? Do you taste the cock and cum of the man who just fucked me."

"Yes." he said honestly.

"Do you like it cuckold?"

"Yes." he said honestly again.

Finally satisfied and with a smile Roxy proceeded to tell him about her day while he cleaned out her pussy. She could see he got hard as the story unfolded. And when she got to the part about his big dick giving her the best squirting orgasm she had ever had Peter was fully erect and leaking cum from his dick. 

Roxanne was pleased with her cuckold again. His training was coming along nicely. She was tempted to let her fuck him, but discipline is key and he deserved to punished. He probably didn't have enough stamina anyway she thought as she planned tomorrow.



Slut Wife - Heather's Awakening



After the night that Heather met Roxanne and Peter she went through weeks of soul searching. She had new clarity on her own life and sexuality and did not like what she saw.

Before Heather got married at the age of 22 she had only had sex with two other men. She treated sex as something that the man earned by demonstrating his commitment to her. The two men she had slept with had both left her shortly after she had finally done the deed with them. For years she took this as evidence that all men were selfish pigs who left once they got what they want. Her husband was the first guy who had gone the distance so naturally he was marriage material.

She was now coming to the realization that those two earlier lovers left her because the sex was just plain bad. Even if they were only in it for the sex they wouldn't have put in all that time for one go. Heather had so many rules about what she wouldn't do and so many expectations about how things were supposed to work that having sex with her was an unenjoyable, demoralizing experience.

She believed that if a man loved her, he would have accepted her limitations. It only occurred to her recently that if she had loved them she would have thought more about the nature of and reason for her limitations. It's not like she was refusing something to which she had any reasonable objections. She couldn't even bring herself to wear sexy panties. They left her because she put the approval and opinions of others and her own insecurities ahead of the relationship. And she offered a lifetime of sexless marriage.

Her husband was smart, successful and handsome. But they had no sexual connection. Now that she was interested she wanted to believe their lack of sex life was his fault. The fact is that after five years of bad sex, guilt and shame he had shut-off with respect to Heather's sexuality.

Now 32 Heather had experienced a dramatic increase in sexual desire over the previous two years. At the same time she had grown distant and disdainful of her husband. He had not even noticed her evolving sexuality. He was the obstacle to her fulfillment and the target of her frustration. 

Heather's burgeoning relationship (though only by email to this point) with slut wife Roxanne was filled with irony. She was the one that made Heather realize that her husband was not at fault. And after years of being prudish and judgmental her role model was this woman who had cuckolded her husband and taken on a bevy of lovers to service her insatiable desires.

Heather wished she could enter the slut wife lifestyle the way Roxanne had. Roxy's particular lifestyle also involved Ds - she was the dominant party in all her sexual relations. By seizing the opportunity and bringing her husband to heel, she had established her dominance at the outset. Roxy never asked permission. She did what she wanted and the men that were with her fell into line.

Unfortunately, Heather did not expect Bill to cooperate. The most likely outcome was the end of their marriage. Much as she craved to explore her sexuality, she first needed to set things right with Bill.

When she approached Bill, Heather was kind and gentle. She told him that their sex life was not fulfilling her and that she planned to have sex with other men. She stated her intentions without explicit reference to the status of their marriage - the long shot that he would become her cuckold was still in her mind.

Bill was dumbfounded at first. He could not reconcile her newfound lustiness with all of his failed efforts to bring out her sexuality.

"Heather I always thought you were not interested in sex. I guess the problem has always been me."

"No, that isn't true Bill. Up until a couple years ago I was not at all interested in sex. I don't blame you for losing patience with me. By the time I was interested you had lost interest."

"Well, it isn't that I lost interest in sex. I just grew weary of your rejection. Heather I have been cheating on you since the third year of our marriage."

She did not see that coming. Her natural reaction was to be hurt. However, having already come to grips with her own history and urges she could hardly blame him. There was no going back. However, in those few moments she saw a different man. He was no longer a pathetic husband whom she wanted to offload. He was a virile man who needed sex.

"Heather I would be a hypocrite if I tried to stop you from being with other men. Does this mean it is over?"

And there it was - Bill's acceptance of her having sex with other men without it necessarily meaning the end of the marriage.

"Do you want it to be over Bill?"

"I don't think I do. Having been married 10 years to the old Heather it seems a terrible shame to end it just as you are becoming more sexual. Considering the cheating that I have done, maybe we should just think of this as evening the score for now."

"Bill I don't want this to be about getting even."

"Sorry poor choice of words. The point is I can accept your having sex with other men because of the things I have done." Bill could hardly believe his own words. "The thing is, um how do you plan to go about this. Do you have someone in mind?"

"Not really.....maybe one." Thoughts of Peter flashed through her head.

"Someone I know?"

"No."

"I can live with you having sex with other men." He was aroused by saying it. "But I don't think I could deal with it if they were connected to our social circle. And I don't want you taking risks with random guys. I mean what are you looking for?"

"I don't exactly know Bill. I am not looking for a specific circumstance or set of physical features. I have become obsessed with the idea of opening myself up. Its time I learned to take what I want rather than passively letting others define my life and tell me what is acceptable."

Heather had not foreseen this possibility. Talking about having sex with other men tore down all of their barriers. She and Bill talked for hours, opening up their sexuality to each other.

The other women who had caused Bill's eye to wander suddenly paled compared to his lovely wife. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone. By the time Heather told him about Roxanne and Peter, they both knew that was the place to start their adventure - in another town guided by an experienced slut wife.

That night Bill fucked his wife for the first time in months. More aware of one another's needs and desires and free of all expectations. It was the best sex either of them had ever had.

Afterwards, smelling of sex and glistening with sweat Heather walked naked into Bill's study. She could barely contain her excitement as she picked up the phone to call Roxanne. Heather told Roxanne about her discussion with Bill and how they thought a good start would be with Roxy in Chicago.

Roxy agreed with one condition - she would be dominant and make all decisions for the four of them during the visit. 

When she hung up the phone Heather was buzzing - if only she had some lovers to help her work off the extra energy. Soon, she thought, very soon.

For the next three weeks Bill bought her a new slutty outfit every day. He told her the things he found alluring and slutty. She did the nasty things he told her he wanted. And they both fantasized about her doing them for other men.

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Roxanne's attitude towards their new lifestyle had changed a lot since the beginning. She had taken a huge risk in forcing this lifestyle on Peter. He would have been perfectly justified in telling her to go fuck herself. She had been reconciled to the possibility of losing him, but with each passing day she was more and more happy she had not lost him.

They had entered a Ds mode at the same time she became a slut wife. Roxy had not started out as a good Dom, at least not as she now saw it. She had taken for granted that he was there for her amusement rather than taking it as a responsibility to ensure that he was happy too. She was lucky that he enjoyed submission to her. Luckier still that his enjoyment of such things and love for her outweighed his ego. The more their adventures expanded, the more she realized he was a bigger freak (in the best possible meaning of that word) than she was and that he was actually one step ahead of her.

Their life together was not what people would conventionally think of as "equal". She was the dominant party and they both invested more time in her pleasure than his. But he took particular pleasure in her pleasure. And they both took pleasure in their respective roles. 

From the initial shallow days of her slut wifedom Roxanne had grown to understand that she could not be who she is without Peter. They both still enjoyed ejaculation denial, but not as a power trip for her - as a fetish for them both that made it all the more enjoyable when he was released. Roxanne chose the lovers and they both wanted more for her, but sometimes he deserved a new woman too. He liked to watch her get fucked but neither of them got off on having her lovers humiliate him (well maybe occasional roll play). 

Obviously many people will see the situation as inherently humiliating. To Roxanne, Peter and her lovers he became one of the guys banging a slut on a regular basis.

They were both happiest when she was aware of both their needs - even if their particular lifestyle entailed more attention to hers. Peter was totally devoted to her.

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Roxanne, Peter, Heather and Bill got together in Chicago. This would be an experimental weekend for everyone. 

Heather was vaguely aware of what it might be like. 

Bill could only guess. 

This would be Roxanne's world for a four day weekend. In the order of things, Roxanne had the final word on all matters. Next in order was any slut wife, then cuckolds, then lovers.

The day before Heather and Bill got on the plane Roxanne told her to dress slutty.

Roxanne loved hiring a limousine to drive them around when she planned to party. She sat in the backseat smiling at Peter, her smooth curvy legs crossed and bare all the way up to just above mid thigh. From there her leather dress hugged her body up and over her firm full tits. Together with her 4" heeled ankle booties it was a far more provocative outfit than most women would wear. But it was pretty tame for Roxy.

When they found Heather and Bill in the arrivals area of the airport, Roxanne first noticed Bill (who she knew only from pictures) looking back up an escalator he had just descended. He was looking with lust as Heather, dressed like a slut was chatting with two young guys on the way down. 

Heather wore 4" strappy leather heels and skin tight leather pants that sat so low they were an 1/8th inch from being illegal. Roxy could see Heather's curvy thighs, hips and even calves through her pants. She was bare from below the hip bone to the underside of her beautiful tits. Firm, smooth, soft abs and a small diamond belly button ring. Her tight cable knit top cupped the bottom of her boobs. Her beautiful C breasts hung languidly, nipples pointing forward and obviously braless.

As Roxy's eyes scanned back down to find no panty lines, Heather turned to say something to one of her young suitors. She grabbed his arm and brushed her firm tits across it as she leaned in and whispered something in his ear with a smile........while she reached out her hand for the other young man's hand.

What a slut thought Roxanne with a smile. But what made her a slut wife was the fact that Bill, standing at the luggage carousel 50 feet away, was struggling to conceal a smile and a rather impressive hard-on. 

Roxanne, picked up the pace as they walked towards Bill. She angled her approach to enter his peripheral vision as he stared at his slutty wife. To Roxanne's vain satisfaction his trance was broken and attention glued to Roxanne when she was still 30 feet away.

"You must be Bill" said Roxanne. As she leaned in to him she kissed both cheeks with her arms softly draped on his shoulders and fingers on the back of his neck.

When Heather saw Roxanne she instantly said goodbye to her suitors and ran over to meet her. All eyes were glued to her as her pretty ass wiggled and her lovely tits jiggled across the floor to greet Roxanne. The two leather clad beauties embraced with a hug and a long soft kiss in front of hundreds of people. 

Then arm in arm they strode over to their waiting husbands to make all the proper introductions. It was obvious that the four of them would get along very well. Moments later they had their luggage and walked to the limousine buzzing with excitement - Heather on Peter's arm and Roxy on Bill's arm.

Once in the limousine each slut cuddled up with the other's husband.

Roxy rolled her big tits into Bill and unzipped his pants with bold efficiency. He froze for a moment during which she pulled out his ample cock and began to stroke it. She looked at her guests and husband with a sly smile stroking Bills cock gently and pulling down his pants to release his balls.

Gently tickling his shaved scrotum with her manicured fingernails.

Bill gasped and smiled, relaxed his back and hardened his big dick.

"Bill I want you to understand that when you are with me, you are getting pussy. Lots of it. It's just that, well I have a different sexual capacity than you do. All women do. Our physical make-up is such that we can have endless sex. And all men will eventually "run dry" so to speak."

Roxy bent down and took the head of his cock in her mouth swirling her tongue around his rock hard helmet. She gently locked her teeth around the base of his cock head and then sealed her lips just down his shaft. She sucked hard while probing his peel hole with her tongue. Bill's face told everyone in the car that he had never had that sensation, but he liked it. Roxanne sat straight again licking her lips.

"See now that is a delicious cock right there Heather." said Roxanne smiling at her new friend before turning her attention back to Bill.

"Plus you guys basically always get a happy ending from sex, whereas we women are far less consistent. It's only natural that we need a little more attention to fulfill our needs. The way I see it Bill, I'll give you all the happy endings you can handle and you let me get as many as I can handle."

"Is it a deal Bill?" said Roxy with one hand stroking his cock and the other kneading his balls while her big firm tits lean into his arm.

"Un huh muttered Bill."

Roxanne turned to Peter and Heather while she continued to stroke his cock. "Peter take off your pants. Heather suck his cock."

Roxy rolled one hand down to the base of Bill's big dick and squeezed tight. Then with the other hand she gently tweaked the head of his cock. Then softly flicked it with a subtle giggle.

"Is this the first time you have seen her suck another man's cock." she whispered in Bill's ear. When he hesitated she squeezed lower at the base of his cock and slapped the head of his penis with her other hand. It startled him and made him ache with desire.

"Yes, yes it is."

"What would you like me to do for you while she sucks his dick?"

"Suck my dick."

Roxanne bent down again and took his yummy fat cock into her mouth. She positioned herself in the centre of the large rear passenger area of the limousine so that Bill could put one leg on the seat and lean back while she gorged on his cock. Roxy gave him her best stuff in the hope that it would soften the impact of watching his wife swallow Peter's dick. It worked. Bill had a long dick at 8 1/2" and he had never experienced anything quite like Roxy's deep throat ability.

"In time." thought Bill "Heather will be a real slut able to suck my dick like this." 

As he watched his wife suck another man's cock for the first time it occurred to him that she had always been a lousy cocksucker. Only over the last month had she cared enough to let him train her to suck cock properly. She had learned fast. And now Peter was getting her best blow job.

Roxy coaxed Bill's dick to the edge of orgasm over and over again. She made sure he could see every moment of Heather sucking Peter's cock. When Peter finally came he was laid back in the seat and she was on her knees on the floor between his legs. Peter bucked his hips and obviously was shooting his load into Heather mouth as she struggled to swallow fast enough. When he had finished off inside her she swallowed all that was in her mouth.

Roxy plunged Bill's dick deep in her mouth as Heather pulled her mouth off of Peter's cock with her ass in the air and her chin covered in cum. There she was. Undeniably. On her knees in the back of a limo, between another man's legs with his obviously just sucked dick hanging between his legs and cum dripping off her face. And here Bill was getting an even better blow job.

A minute later Roxy felt Bill's fat dick twitch in the back of her throat. She held herself there while he unloaded what felt like the biggest load of cum he had ever released. Roxy swallowed every drop, first receiving the largest volume of is jizz in her throat then taking his last two squirts in her mouth where she could savour the taste and look up at him with those eyes that told him she liked the taste of his cum. She finished him with her mouth again locked around his cockhead, this time sucking and slurping the last drop of cum from his yummy cock.

"Now." said Roxanne. "I am going to cultivate your desire to keep pleasing me. Between our sexual encounters I like to fit you with a device." Roxy pulled out a cock cage - three rings arranged in a triangle. "Now this isn't a restraint or chastity device of any kind. It fits snugly but not painfully. The large ring goes over you cock and balls, the middle ring goes over your balls alone and the smallest ring goes around your cock alone."

"This device does three things that I like Bill. After it has been worn for a while it will heighten the sensitivity of the skin it comes into contact with. I will use that sensitivity later on and I guarantee you are going to like it. Secondly, it stimulates your balls so that you can come back and fuck me sooner."

"And finally it is a constant reminder that you belong to the slut that puts it on you." 

"Now is the perfect time to put it on you. Whenever you are ready to remove it you just let me know. Sometimes I leave it on a little longer if I think you aren't quite ready. That is ok isn't it Bill. Give me some discretion? I promise you are going to enjoy yourself Bill."

Bill nodded his head. Without further discussion Roxy gently pulled his balls through the largest ring one at a time, then manage his flaccid dick through the same ring. Then she pulled his cock quickly through the smallest ring while managing his balls one by one into the medium ring. She was delicate and deft and fast. Roxy knew he would get hard again soon (he already was) which would make it to hard too put on the cage.

Bill gasped and squirmed a bit, but yielded to her exquisite touch. Roxy smelled so good and she felt so soft and looked so bodacious.

"Now Heather would you please put this cage on Peter?" said Roxy as she handed her another cock cage. Peter was ready to endure just about anything for Heather and Roxy. Happily she had paid attention and fitted him up gently and comfortably.

"Now Bill, when your cock stiffens the pressure will increase." She pressed her tits into his arm and began to stroke his balls again. 

Bill felt an exhilarating mix of pleasure and light pain as his stiffening cock caused the metal ring to squeeze the base of his cock and balls and the base of his cock at the same time. He moaned in tortured delight.




Slut Wife - Heather's Awakening



Roxy pulled back but held on to his arm gently. "Get dressed please gentlemen."

"I am sorry to tease you Bill. You will adapt to the pressure on your balls and learn to control your cock. And I promise to service your sexual needs. This device just heightens your sensitivity and adds another dimension to your involvement in our sexuality. This weekend I don't just want you and Peter to fuck me. I want to engage and titillate you all day long. The other men are just stunt cocks. They will be gone in a few hours and take their enjoyment from sex with Heather and I. You and Peter will have all of that and more, but it is the stuff in between that you are really going to enjoy.



Slut Wife - Heather's World



Before proceeding please read the title, story tags and my profile to determine if the subject matter is to your liking. Thank you to those whose choose to take the time to read on.

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Slut wives Roxanne and Heather and their cuckolds Peter and Bill lounged in bed late into sunday morning. They had been up almost until dawn.

Heather was the first to get up. She was still wearing the fishnet dress she had modelled for Peter and Bill the night before. The dress barely covered her ass when worn properly and it rode up her body as she shimmied off of the bed. 

Imagining herself as the sultry stripper she had been the night before she put on her heels before getting up and leaving the room. It made her horny to think of how many times she had put herself together in the same casual way the night before after squirming naked in a stranger's lap. In those moments after the lap dance she was not a performer, just a sultry slut who enjoys being watched and wanted.

As Heather passed the full length mirror in the hallway she stopped to admire her reflection. She started to pull the dress down to its proper length but then paused. Roxanne was right. A woman naked from the waist down - open and available - was the sexiest look imaginable. She left the skirt riding high on the shelf of her firm ass adjusting just a bit to make sure her neatly groomed pussy was fully visible.

Heather made a pot of coffee and sat silently contemplating the events of the weekend. Roxanne and her lovers had shown Heather just how good sex could be. Each man had made her feel beautiful and desirable - spreading her legs and arms like a flower welcoming grateful honeybees, each happy to share the bounty.

Carrying that attitude to the strip club she had received a similarly warm response. Every man grateful for an opportunity to share as much of her as she was prepared to give. And she enjoying the giving. How could this be wrong?

She knew now that she was truly beautiful and desirable. Roxanne had warned her that there would be those who would not agree. Those who would judge her too slutty. All the more reason to project herself honestly. Let the lovers and judgers declare themselves in how they respond to her. Then she could focus on living her life and seeking her own happiness.

She had decided already that she would continue a promiscuous and open lifestyle. But what would it be like when it wasn't a staged weekend of indulgence relatively free of attachments? She would inevitably form relationships with some of her lovers. No attachment sex was a temporary illusion created by Roxanne. How could she manage the possibility of Bill being jealous or hurt?

As Heather considered this possibility she thought of Yury. She wanted to see him again. The way he had taken her sex without asking made her pussy quiver and ache for him. Just the thought of him telling her to spread her legs prompted her to open them up, lean back in her seat and fantasize about his cock. It was large and thick and the perfect fit - he filled her up and touched all the places no man had ever touched before. Nobody had ever fucked her like Yury had and she wanted more.

Heather was still quietly contemplating when Roxanne entered the room - wearing a threadbare muscle shirt, high heels and nothing else. When she had poured herself a cup of coffee, Heather asked her advice.

"Roxanne how do you keep personal relationships with your lovers from complicating your relationship with Peter. Involving the husbands and making it all about variety and indulgence for us keeps emotions in check when we are having a fuck fest. But there must be times that you are out with a man who offers something different than Peter. Doesn't Peter get jealous or insecure?"

Roxy smiled and sipped her coffee.

"Heather the fact that you are thinking about this shows me just how good of a slut wife you will be. For Peter and I this is where the dominant/submissive role comes into play. Why do you think it has been easy to keep jealousy out of the last few days?"

"Well......because you set it all up. You established the rules and the roles and everyone went along with it."

"And I did not provide any choices. All of these men know that their participation is contingent upon compliance or even obedience. I expect them to not only obey my instructions but to learn and know what I want of them. You probably noticed that I rarely have to tell anyone what I want."

"Yes I did."

"Establish clear expectations and tolerate no non-compliance."

"Yes I can see that you have done that, but how does that mitigate the jealousy and competitiveness risk."

"I only tell Peter what I want to tell him about my sex life. If I am going out on a date he is permitted to ask once who I am going out with or where we are going. I will answer or not as I see fit and that is the end of that discussion."

"I am still not sure I get it Roxy. How do make sure it ends there."

"The rules are what they are I said so and this is the way we have chosen to structure our relationship. It sounds odd but it is important that I not provide rationale for my decisions. If I start explaining myself then he will naturally assume that when I refuse to divulge information it is because I want to avoid hurting his feelings or creating jealousy - that will just heighten his anxiety in those circumstances. By making those questions largely off limits I have created a situation whereby he does not spend time thinking about it because to do so would be fruitless. All he knows is that I have sex with other men and always come back to him to love him fiercely."

"But it must have occurred to him that sometimes other men provide something that he doesn't."

"Yes, but it has been presented to him as each man is different and I like variety - not that any one man is better than him - which is true. I wouldn't even consider leaving Peter for Marcus, but when I want rough sex that is where I go. To be clear, I never lie to Peter or my lovers. I simply make it clear that they are not entitled to certain information."

"But that sounds very manipulative Roxanne."

"Perhaps, but don't forget that this is a wife led relationship. I am the dominant party in the relationship - that is both a privilege and a responsibility. A Dom makes the decisions and this arrangement specifically excludes the possibility of the Sub questioning the Dom's decisions except in extreme circumstances. Like I said before, once the pattern is set it is only rarely that I have to enforce corrective measures. Most people don't understand, but this works for us."

"So are you a Dom for your lovers as well?"

"That varies but generally not to the same degree. But all of those relationships were established on the clear understanding that I am polyamorous. All I need to establish is that Peter comes first and their access to me can and will be cut-off at any time if I am displeased." 

"So how do you enforce your dominance Roxanne?"

"My men are addicted to slutty pussy. And the threat of no more pussy is enough to keep them in line." said Roxanne with a mischievous smile.

"But what if they aren't."

"Then they aren't for me."

"So is it just that simple. Do what you want and let them figure out if they want to stick around."

"Pretty much, but that is just what works for me."

"Did you ever have to discipline Peter to bring him in line."

"Yes. Once. He tried to pry into what I would be doing with Todd and Marcus one night. I warned him to back off but he couldn't let it go. So I went on my date, but at the end of the night I brought Marcus home with me. Peter had been up waiting anxiously for me.....hoping to talk more."

"What did you do?"

"I told him we would not be discussing the matter further. For the next two weeks I would be bringing a different man to my bed each night while Peter slept in the guest room. He would have no access to my pussy and if I found that he had been masturbating or otherwise pleasuring himself he would be cut-off for much longer."

"That seems kind of harsh Roxanne."

"I know. But a Dom's job involves setting the rules even when it is not easy. I told him that if he wanted to know what I did on my dates he could listen through the wall for the next two weeks. Then I took Marcus to my bed. Like I said before Marcus likes rough sex and I played it up. I doubt Peter could have slept if he wanted to with Marcus slapping my ass and talking dirty to me while he fucked me raw over the next three hours."

"Wasn't he hurt."

"Perhaps. But all I did was demonstrate the obvious - that I was having sex with other men. We never broached the topic of how he compared or what my motivations might be. In fact I explained very little during those two weeks. And that was the whole point. If he was to be my submissive cuckold he must accept me and my decisions without question."

"Wow. How did things go after that?"

"Smooth and happy. After those two weeks he understood more deeply the nature of our relationship. And frankly I think it was a relief for him. Dropping the desire to question my sexual escapades was the final ingredient in allowing him to enjoy his submissive role. Acceptance had to occur for our relationship to survive. It was tantamount to ripping a bandage off all at once rather than in tiny painful steps."

"How did you have such confidence you were doing the right thing for you two?"

"I didn't. But I didn't see an option. Just to be clear, I am not saying this is the right course for all relationships. Having a clearly wife led relationship is just the formula that works for us."

"How do you know he didn't masturbate during those two weeks?"

"I don't know for sure. But Peter is a terrible lier and he exploded when I finally fuck him at the end of the two weeks. If he sneaked one or two in without me knowing I think I can live with that."

"Wow. You get fucking sexier every time I talk to you. I can see why men would choose a little piece of you over most any woman."

"Thank you honey. But I see them responding the same way to you. Heather you can set your own rules and there will be a line up of men happy to follow." 

"Roxanne.......what would happen if you fell for another man who wanted to take Peter's place?"

"Well I have a hard time imagining that - Peter has proven his love to me over and over and I could hardly expect a better partner. Of course all marriages are open to that risk. If it ever happened I would owe it to him to tell him. Anyway Heather, enough about Peter and I. I think I have one last surprise for you. Or I should say it is Peter's surprise."

"Mmmmm. I can hardly wait."

"Ha ha, you dirty girl. Remember when Peter said last night that tomorrow is his day."

"Yes."

"Well as part of our arrangement one day a week is 'Peter's day'. It started out as a day when he got to decide what we do. That didn't quite work because we both found it uncomfortable to truly switch dom/sub roles like that. So now it has evolved to where he suggests the overall agenda but I maintain control of the day's activities. Again I say 'he suggests' rather than "'he sets' the agenda because we are both comfortable in our respective roles. But as a practical matter I never deny him on his day. Anyway, as always my wonderful husband had the great idea for tomorrow of introducing you to a few of our slut wife friends."

"There are more."

"Oh yes, many more darling. But Peter undertook to contact just three of our closest friends for a casual get together tomorrow afternoon."

"That would be very interesting."

"I hoped you might think so. It is a wonderful opportunity for you to understand how some of the other sluts manage their relationships. The girls are coming without any men so you can get to know them one on one. Peter will be there to help host but I will keep him mostly behind the bar. I think you should introduce Bill as your cuckold - his is going to have to get used to other people knowing his role."

For the first time Heather thought about what Bill had said when she first approached him with the plan to have sex with other men - he was worried about their existing friends finding out. She was sensitive to this concern and at first thought she could keep things secret. But that no longer seemed possible. Heather's greatest pleasure came from being open with who she is now. She couldn't possibly go back to their old life - it would be a charade replete with contradictions, dishonesty and anxiety for both of them.

For the remainder of sunday it was just the four of them. By dinner time the men were sexually exhausted. The women didn't even look tired as they shimmied into tight dresses and slutty heels before going out to dinner. 

Trailing his beautiful wife - confident, energetic and the focus of a lot of hungry eyes - Bill could see why this lifestyle was the right choice. Pleasing Heather was a job for more than one man. Seeking another woman for the sake of monogamy was unthinkable. Yes, he would do whatever she required to keep having access to her slutty pussy.

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Heather awoke on her back monday morning to the sensation of Peter licking her very well fucked pussy. He had been gently brushing the edges of her pussy lips with his fingers and delicately licking the soft folds of her pussy lips where they came together - careful not to wake her too quickly. 

His efforts started in her dream and followed her gently into waking with a satisfied smile on her face and a shudder of her hips. She looked down past her own breasts and smiled at Peter. This morning he was the reason her pussy felt so was well fucked.

"OK lover I am awake now. You can dig in." With a giggle she wiggled her hips and pulled his face into her pussy. His tongue now hungry and eager dove into her sex, parting her lips and probing upwards until he held the hard centre of her swollen clitoris against her hip bone. 

Tossing her clit first with his tongue then sucking gently with his lips he was delighted to illicit another gasp, giggle and wiggle. Heather's slutty pussy quickly self lubricated under Peter's soft tongue. When he had cleaned the remainder of last night's sex from her she pulled his face up to hers. She thanked him for his efforts then kissed him with an open mouth and warm tongue as he thrust his rigid cock into her wet slutty pussy. 

Peter smiled through their kiss as Heather moaned and wiggled when he stuffed his hard cock into her. With her he got to be the lover.

This was morning sex. Urgent and grunting they fucked their way towards a cup of coffee. Heather wrapped her legs loosely around him pulling him into her and releasing with the rhythm of his thrust. Her tits bounced and the bed frame thumped while Peter fucked Heather to a pelvic shuddering orgasm. 

He felt her squirting just a bit so he pulled his cock out of her and moved next to the bed stroking her thigh with one hand and his cock with the other while he waited for her orgasm to subside and her eyes to open. Seconds later she pulled him to her mouth and wrapped her slutty lips around his cock.

It felt to Peter like he unloaded a huge load of cum into her mouth, but Heather now the expert slut swallowed every drop. When she had cleaned his cock Peter left the room. In the hallway he walked past Bill - both men knew the glistening surface on Peter's half erect cock was the saliva of Bill's wife.

Heather exited the room seconds later also seeing Bill. She gave him a deep cum flavoured kiss and told him to come with her. Heather took Bill to the main recreation room/lounge where she picked her smart phone off of the bar and slouched into plush deep chair with her naked ass close to the edge. She immediately spread her legs and motioned Bill towards her. 

Bill obediently and enthusiastically dropped to his knees, crawled between her legs and serviced her freshly fucked and slutty pussy.

"Mmmmm" mused Heather as she saw a text from Yury asking if this was the Heather he met at the strip club.

Bill moved as if to ask what was up but she draped one leg over his back while she pulled his face into her pussy. She ground her cunt on his eager mouth while she thought about Yury. Easing off she released his head but kept her sexy leg draped across his shoulders while he licked her sex clean and asked no questions.

The message had been sent late the previous night. Heather eagerly replied hoping Yury would reply faster than she had. Moments later he called.

"Ahhhhh......I can't believe it. Aren't you the eager beaver?" said Heather before the second ring of her phone.

"Well yes, you leave good impression Heather."

"How did you find me?"

"I talk to Sean after you left, he contact Roxanne and I find you."

"You know Roxanne?"

"Ha, ha oh yes.....I like Roxanne."

"But today you are calling me." Heather's pelvis squirmed the way Bill had started to notice she does when she is eager to be fucked. He tasted the increase flow of her pussy juices knowing her pussy was wet for Yury. Some guy he knew nothing about.

"Yes, I would like to see you again."

"Well my husband and I are flying home tomorrow." She ground Bill's head into her wet pussy while she made clear to both men her marital and sexual status. "So it would have to be tonight."

"So it is true. You are slut wife like Roxanne."

"Yes.....does that bother you?"

"No. How about I pick you up at 7:30."

"OK. What should I wear?"

"It is nice outdoor patio and warm night. I want to see your sexy legs."

"I can do that."

Heather swung her leg off of Bill and gently pulled his head from her pussy. "Thank you darling." And she kissed him deeply tasting her own juices. She knew Bill understood that her pussy had been quivering for both men.

Heather went to shower.

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While Heather was showering, Peter explained to Bill the way he thought the afternoon would go. The women would be clothed. The men would be naked with cock and ball rings - likely attached to a chain.

"Listen, this isn't an exercise in humiliation. You have to consider how far outside the norm we are here. Think of this situation as the gender reverse version of 5 guys and two strippers in lingerie. Except the girls prefer us nude. They aren't mocking us or humiliating us or comparing us unfavourably with other men. They are appreciating us."

"Ya but those strippers in your analogy world don't have leashes." said Bill pensively, yet knowing he would comply. 

"Some do at the parties we go to. Bill these are beautiful women who could have any number of men here but they don't. These women get off on showing their bodies, but they also like the role reversal. They like the imagery of the rings and chains that put us in the same relative position as a stripper in a room with guys twice her size. Bill you have come this far man, roll with it and enjoy the pussy."

Bill thought to himself "I won't be judged or hurt and I will get naked in a room full of hot women. Why not? My wife is going to bang some guy tonight anyway. I guess we are all in......"

"The other sluts are Tina, Sasha and Irina....."

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Tina is Cuban American. She grew up in Miami but went to school in the northeast on a scholarship. She is built a lot like Roxanne 38-24-38, 5'5", 130 lbs. Except whereas Roxanne wore her raven hair shoulder length with bangs, Tina had long flowing curly brown hair half way down to her heart shaped ass.

Roxanne met Tina at university and it was Tina she was with the first night she first cuckolded Peter.




Slut Wife - Heather's World



Tina met her husband Rob in freshman year. They were both in a co-ed dorm. She was a bombshell. He was a shy and reserved music major. But he was very friendly and at ease with Tina. She was so used to being the object of unrelenting sexual desire at first she thought he must be gay. Then one night after a party they ended up back in his room. Underneath his shy studious exterior was a strong and nimble man with passion, intensity and a horse cock. 

The geeky little musician rocked her world, took her out for a pleasant and altogether enjoyable breakfast then walked her back to her dorm room before returning to his studies.

They became friends and occasional lovers. She was a promiscuous and beautiful girl chased by all the men. It was only Rob she had to chase. And it was only him worth chasing.

After first year Rob and another guy needed a third roommate for townhouse they had rented. Tina answered the ad to their obvious delight. She had a well earned reputation. Tina dated regularly and came home horny a lot - whether or not she had already been fucked. She liked variety so Len and Rob each got a lot of action.

Len was very aware of where she had already been that night. He rarely ate her pussy and she knew that she couldn't come to him if there were any sloppy seconds. Rob was unconcerned with where she had been. He didn't even mind if he had just heard Len fuck her in the next room. If he felt like having sex with her he would fuck her. 

One night half way through second year, Tina came home obviously drunk with the guy she was dating at the time. Len was out of town. Tina's date fucked her for well over an hour while Rob watched TV. 10 minutes after her date shot his load into Tina he left. Minutes later Tina came down stairs - drunk and horny - wearing heels and a tiny g-string soaked in jizz just barely holding her date's cream pie. It was unintentional, she was just so drunk she forgot to clean herself.

When Rob threw her on the couch and slowly peeled off her sticky panties she realized she had not cleaned herself. Initial horror went to fascination then desire as she watched Rob enthusiastically

lick her pussy clean. Then he fucked her to a pussy squirting orgasm - her first ever.

A year and a half later Len graduated and moved out. Tina and Rob found a smaller, cooler condo for just the two of them the next year. She worked and he took two more years to get his Masters degree. In time they made their way to Chicago were he worked as a producer and session player for a wide variety of musical acts.

She had always fucked other men with his full knowledge and support but he expressed no interest in any women but her......until they met the slut wives. 

It turns out that it isn't so much that Rob isn't attracted to other women. Rob likes sluts. He doesn't relate to jealousy because it is their very sluttiness that attracts him. He surely didn't plan it that way. But he was fortunate to have had a moment of clarity - the night that Tina, drunk and freshly fucked, delivered him that cream pie. He loved her this way.

Now Rob liked fucking the other slut wives too. He and Tina agreed that the best way to integrate with the group was for her to manage the interactions with the other sluts. But theirs is not a wife led relationship. It is an equal one where they both like her slutty.

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Sasha is a dirty blond of eastern European descent. Born and raised in the US her background is more or less white trash. But that only speaks to the places and economic status of her upbringing. She is a nice, smart and now affluent woman.

Barely over 100 lbs. Sasha has perky B-cup breasts and a slight frame, but still possesses a soft heart shaped booty. Her hair is long and straight.

Her mother is a slut and she doesn't know who her father is. Her mother did not adhere to the stereotypes that come with saying she is slutty white trash. She isn't dirty, worn-out, diseased, drug addicted, clingy, desperate or penniless. Her mother is a beautiful woman who had always been strong and took care of Sasha. But they never had much more than what they needed and her mother was promiscuous - discreet but slutty. She was part of the hippie generation. She knew who she was and felt no shame.

Sasha was sexually experienced by the time she was 18. It wasn't the ideal sexual start but she wasn't oppressed or abused or basking in self-loathing. Like her mother, she loved sex and didn't feel the least bit guilty about it.

Pretty, sexy, young and without inhibitions she decided to make some quick money in porn when she was 19. She was a natural because she genuinely enjoys getting fucked with or without the camera.

When she was 23 she met her future husband Jeremy on set. She was filming a gang bang scene with five guys at a mansion in the Hollywood hills. He was a carpenter, 10 years older than her who was at the house doing repairs for the owner. 

When he got there Jeremy saw that there was activity going on. He had to isolate his noisiest activities to short periods between filming. This made his job take a bit longer but he wasn't arguing with the scenery - beautiful slutty girls were coming and going and usually very nice to him.

Sasha liked to come into the breezeway near where he worked to have a smoke - she always wore whatever she had on in the last scene - and usually she had just been fucked so she wore little or nothing. Jeremy saw every inch of her the first day.

She liked him right away. He was friendly and helpful but kept to himself. And he was beefcake. When she first met him she noticed his working man's hands - not buffed and lotioned like the male porn actors, but rough and thick......powerful. And his body was sculpted by work, not vanity. He had strong forearms, shoulder and back all in practical proportion. Sasha thought he made the vain gym rats with the chicken legs and outsized biceps look silly - Jeremy was a real man.

At the end of the day the other actors had left and Jeremy was finishing his last task for the day. He heard the director asking Sasha to take care of the homeowner. "Don't worry he is clean." said the director.

And just like that Sasha enthusiastically hustled across the yard to greet the owner and pull him into his study. When the director left Jeremy started cleaning up his tools. He heard sucking and groaning through the open window as Sasha gobbled on the homeowner's cock. WIthin minutes she was swallowing his load and he was thanking her profusely and offering the use of his home anytime she wanted. 

Most of the girls would not do this. They believed that the provision of facilities was not their concern - a perfectly reasonable attitude. But Sasha was a savvy business person as well. She was one of the most highly sought after and richly paid actresses in the industry not just because of her on screen performances, but because people liked working with her. She wouldn't be forced to do anything. But the director asked nicely. So one more blow job after getting fucked all day long hardly seemed like a big deal.

Jeremy was loading up his truck when Sasha came out to the car. She greeted him with a wave and a wink. Then she jumped into the seat of her little Italian sports car, turned the key and nothing happened.

Of course Jeremy came to her aid. He tried to jump start the car, but that didn't work. After a bit of investigation and a call to a friend who owned a specialty auto shop they determined the problem was the starter motor. Starters for 20 year old Alfa Romeo's aren't exactly sitting on the shelf so it would take a couple days to get a new one.

It turned out that Sasha lived only about a mile away from Jeremy so he offered her a ride - truth is he would have driven her anywhere she wanted. They stopped for a bite of dinner on the way home which quickly turned into a date. What stood out for Sasha was the degree to which Jeremy was accepting of her career. Most men saw her as a conquest or a reclamation project. They would do anything to get into her pants but started judging her the moment they pulled their cock out of her slutty pussy. To them being a slut was inherently a bad thing except as it relates to their chance of getting laid.

Jeremy didn't see a woman who was outside of society's acceptable parameters. He saw a woman who was honest with herself and others - free of sexual deceit. When he asked her about her work it was with genuine interest in her experiences. It was not the usual "how did you get into porn" question dripping with judgment and innuendo. And the difference was evident to her on a visceral level. She did not have to convince herself he was not like all the others - she instantly knew it to be true.

In time they would both learn that Jeremy wasn't just liberal and open-minded. Sasha would help him uncover his own secret desires. Like the other cuckolds, Jeremy liked slutty pussy. It wasn't a question of acceptance or tolerance. Her sexual openness is part of what drew him to her.

He was one of the few men she had met who understood that promiscuous and "easy" are not the same thing. In fact, he thought of "easy" women as those who allowed themselves to get talked into sex - weak-minded, deceitful or attention whores. Sasha would not be deceived, coerced or romanced into bed. If Sasha had sex with a man it was because she wanted to. She loathed the idea that promiscuous women must be acting at the behest of men or that their interest in sex meant they would forfeit the right to choose their partners.

Sasha took Jeremy to her bed that first night. He lavished her body with attention without the slightest regard for the fact that she had spent the day being fucked by other men. They have been together ever since.

He helped her parlay her adult celebrity into a thriving website and multiple business ventures. By the time Heather met Sasha she was an established internet entrepreneur.

Much like Rob and Tina, one wouldn't say this was a wife led relationship in the classic fetish or dom/sub sense. However, Sasha and Jeremy indulged in a lot of kinky role play and multi-partner events. Without being outwardly demonstrative of their roles, Jeremy clearly revelled in servicing her desires and she was happy to oblige by leading them sexually.

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Irina was the third slut that Peter invited to their get together. She is a professional dominatrix with three submissive cuckolds.

Irina is a statuesque Romanian blond. She left Romania in 1998 shortly after her 18th birthday - anxious to experience the world. Initially she emigrated to Toronto. In those days strip clubs brought in girls like Irina on temporary work visas.

An hour after she got off the plane she was on her knees with a mouth full of her new boss's cock. Irina was young but not naive. She knew this was part of the deal and got to work immediately to get ahead. She quickly became a favourite of the club owner and clients alike.

It took a full week of working the floor at a prominent strip club before she had the courage and practice to dance on stage. But from the first time she flashed her naked pussy to a room full of men she knew she had made the right choice. She liked men. The power she had over men turned her on. The money was good. And Canada's culture of human rights meant she had control over her body even if she was selling herself.

Always ambitious Irina soon started to branch out. She dabbled in prostitution - selling herself though the internet. The money was pretty good, but no better than the strip club on a good night. And she soon realized the dangers and douche bags just weren't worth it. After 6 months of trying to find the right avenue to advancement, Irina started to notice that she got a particular reaction from certain clients. More mature strip club patrons saw her as a natural dominatrix. For sure her looks were a big factor. But her blunt, self-assured style made her a natural for the role.

So she went back to her internet advertising but this time to offer her services as a dominatrix. The response was huge. With her unique looks and style she could command much more money than she could as a regular prostitute. The submissive clients were less of a threat than random "Johns". She could choose if and when she actually engaged in sex. And by the very nature of the role she could dictate schedule. It was hard to be a prostitute and stripper at the same time - horny guys get interested in whores at about the same time of day as they get interested in strippers. But dominatrix clients tend to be more deliberate, regular and available during the day - especially if their dom tells them to be.

Eventually she found Grant, the man she would marry. He was an American on a one year posting to Toronto. Demoralized and defeated after his first marriage he was immediately addicted to Irina and her dominatrix service. A year later she was an American citizen living in Chicago and fully in control of her new husband. For all of the influence she exercised over him she was not a gold digging whore like his ex-wife.

In fact, Irina has never wasted a penny of his money. She is a shrewd business person who re-established herself in Chicago. Within a few years she became a specialist in fetish and alternative lifestyles. She offered dominatrix services, sold premium sex products and attire, arranged social events for the kinky side of Chicago and even did some match-making among her clientele. Within two years Grant was able to quit a job that he loathed, to work for Irina. She was a good boss and he loved being near her. 

From the moment they met - and long before she married her way to citizenship - it was clear and explicit that their relationship would be wife led. She fully intended to continue on her promiscuous path and she expected him to be monogamous and devoted to her. For the first time in his adult life he was he was happy - following her instruction and sharing her slutty pussy. By virtue of his occasional participation in her client sessions, he had ample opportunity to see her with the other two men that would also become her cuckolds. They contributed to her happiness and so he accepted them unconditionally.

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When the other slut wives arrived Heather was wearing a pair of skin tight leather pants, a lovely pair of Blahnik sexy strappy heels and an open necked button up shirt with two buttons in the middle to contain her ample tits and an open flair at the bottom that showed her hard sexy belly.

Peter was naked with a single steel ring around his cock and balls connected to Roxy's favourite leash. The lead end of the leash was attached to the bar. Bill's attire was the same except Heather held the leash.

Tina and Roxanne wore much the same outfit as each other with low rise jeans, snug boob cupping half top and 4" heels - Tina's were leather booties and Roxanne's were "fuck me" pumps.

Sasha wore a flowery sundress - tight bodice on top and a very short pleated hemline with 4" wedge sandals.

And Irina looked like a dom. There were days when she dressed down but she loved to play this role with the husbands. She wore thigh height leather boots, a very short leather skirt slit high on both sides and a bodice hugging fishnet top under the leather jacket she removed on arrival.

It was a gathering for the girls. Kind of like the strippers in Peter's analogy, the men were there as accoutrements. Once everyone was acquainted and settled in Peter started pouring drinks. Tina and Sasha were always very appreciative of Peter's efforts and open mind. They regularly went behind the bar to give him a kiss or stroke his hard cock. And they playfully but truthfully debated who would fuck him first once Roxy gave the go ahead.

Heather got along wonderfully with all of the girls. They were accepting and warm people who just happened to live unusual lifestyles. There was none of the spoiled sense of entitlement she so often saw with beautiful women. And as accepted leaders in their relationships they did not have the luxury of indulging in fanciful views of how things should be. 

They saw the shackles of a maternalistic society as no better than the shackles of a paternalistic society. Tina put it succinctly. "A true feminist believes that a woman's right to self determination is absolute. It can no more be constrained by the views of other feminists or girlfriends than by men."

Tina and Sasha had been sluts in a judgmental society long before marriage. For them the narrow-minded cattiness of the girl cliques was the most odious form of judgmental oppression. They wanted nothing to do with it and went out of their way to ensure that their husbands and lovers did not have to worry about being belittled just to make some privileged girl feel powerful.

Where Tina, Sasha and Roxanne provided examples of how react to the pressures of society, Irina represented the titillating side of the possibilities available to Heather.

"So Irina what do you mean when you say 'training' of a cuckold?"

"Well really both the slut wife and the cuckold can benefit from training. But that is probably the wrong word - it just sounds nice and kinky." laughed Irina "When people come to me for 'training' what I am really trying to do is qualify, clarify, condition and teach." 

"That is a mouthful.......what does it mean?"

"Well a lot of people looking into alternative lifestyles are doing so for the wrong reasons or don't really know what they are getting into - situations like men who see it as a route to sex with other women or women who are fundamentally unsatisfied. I try to push them away from the idea."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. I am not an advocate. As a slut wife I genuinely believe this is not the right decision for most people."

"OK, what about the rest of it."

"Well if they are a good candidate, I try to help them clarify what it is they really want. Then condition them to what it will be like. If they think they want a slut wife/cuckold relationship the obvious step is to facilitate him seeing her get fucked by other men."

"What about the dom/sub dynamic?"

"That is more involved and frankly fun for me. A sub is required to do things he/she wouldn't normally agree to do - not as a source of humiliation but as a way of conditioning them to submit without question. And I need to see if it turns them on. If I make them get on their knees and lick my asshole......for a true sub the pleasure comes as much or more from being obedient as it is from the actual act. It would not be nearly as satisfying if I offered it or they asked for it rather than being commanded."

"What about the dom?"

"Good question Heather. Sadly most wannabe doms are just selfish assholes with minimal regard for their sub. My job is to see the situation clearly even if the clients don't like what I have to say."

"And the teaching part?"

"Well that is more a matter of sharing what I know with those people that are on the alternative lifestyle path. That could be as simple as showing a technique or product that I have found - like the delicious leash and cock ring you have on your gorgeous husband here." said Irina looking lustfully at Bill. "But it is also about stripping away pre-conceptions."

"Give me an example."

"Anal. Have you had anal sex Heather?"

"No I haven't."

"Well you should. It is awesome. Be extra cautious and selective. Get your asshole ready slowly and when the time comes clean yourself thoroughly. But fucking try it honey it is awesome. Anyway that wasn't where I was going was I?" giggled Irina. "My point was that women are free to like anal sex, but men aren't. Why? Because that is gay? Well it seems to me that gay men are attracted to men. That is a different matter from enjoying ass play. In fact, anal sex is better for men because they have a prostate."




Slut Wife - Heather's World



"Wow."

"And you might be surprised to find that the women are more hung up on this than the men. Especially in a wife led relationship it is easy enough to get him to test the waters. But it is the women who get hung up thinking this makes him less of a man. You have no business being a dom and you are short changing your sub if you aren't able to explore with a completely open mind."

"So are most of your clients in female led relationships?"

"Well I would say a little more than half. We have all kinds of different clients but obviously I am most familiar with the female led relationship."

"Why do people use you as a matchmaker? They have lots of internet resources."

"Yes, but this far beyond the mainstream it is hard to sort through. There are a lot of missed expectations. We don't actively seek to make matches but for the clients we know intimately we keep our eye out for other close matches."

"Really, so you get clients telling you they would like to be a cuckold or slut wife or Dom or whatever."

"Oh yes. It is fascinating. The fact that these people share these deep desires with us is a source of great pride for me. And I must admit that they continue to surprise - and arouse - me all the time."

"You mean you get turned on by your clients?"

"Fuck yes. Of course I do. I am a Dom not a robot. I am not saying it all turns me on, but I could't do it if I didn't enjoy it."

"So you have sex with your clients?"

"Some yes, some no....depends on what they want, what they need and what I want......not to mention what they pay for."

"What is the most sought after set-up for the matchmaking service?"

"Oh definitely cuckolds. For every woman wanting a cuckold there are about five good cuckolds available, anxious and well trained."

Bill politely interrupted and asked if he could go get drinks for all of them. After placing their orders Heather handed him the end of his leash and let him go get drinks.

"You know Irina it strikes me that Roxanne has been training Bill and I all weekend."

"Probably true, Roxy is a natural." laughed Irina. "I wish you luck Heather. From what little I know I think you two are good candidates."

"Do you have any advice?"

"Be open and honest about who and what you are. You don't need to advertise but as soon as you start hiding parts of yourself it is like lying - you have to keep doing it to keep the story going. And ignore the stuff you see in porn. Polyamory has nothing to do with race. And while I have met many men with extremely open attitudes about their wife's sexual activity very few want to be constantly emasculated. Role play is one thing. But if you really want to reject your partner then go be mistreated by some other guy because of the colour of his skin or the size of his cock, please break up with your partner so he can find someone who won't treat him like shit."

Bill caught the last part of Heather's discussion with Irina as Heather was checking her watch. The afternoon had flown by and Yury would be there to pick her up in half an hour. As she excused herself to prepare for her date Irina asked if she could have the end of Bill's leash. Then she asked if Heather would mind of Irina had some fun with Bill - harmless of course. Heather handed the end of Bill's leash to Irina with a smile and left the room.

When she came back to the party she was wearing a red dress, snug to her braless torso with an open back. Where her bare skin stopped just above the crack of her ass the dress flaired slightly and hung looser as side slits separated it into front and back halves. She wore her favourite pair of strappy Blahnik heels. Heather's hemline was about 3" below her pussy and the side slits ran to the top of her hip. Bill was ready now she thought - no sense downplaying her plans for the evening.

Heather approached Irina and Bill first. She kissed Irina gently on the lips then turned to Bill. "I will see you at the airport tomorrow morning at about 10:00 a.m. Have the boarding passes ready please." Then she said her goodbyes to the other ladies and took an extra few moments to thank Roxanne for all of her hospitality and efforts. Before Heather left, Roxy gave her a slut wife anklet.

Peter was on his knees putting on the anklet as Irina led Bill out onto the patio. The patio was quite large because the building stepped back at that point - so it was about 2,000 square feet of luxury outdoor space over the roof of the units below. And the ten floors above as well as the surrounding buildings had a view of the deck. Irina was intentionally parading Bill around where he could be seen by strangers. 

She led him to the edge where they could look down on the entry. Bill saw his pretty wife go bouncing out the front door to meet her lover dressed in a skimpy slutty dress. He saw her leg bend as she reached up and kissed him. And he saw Yury grope her ass before she jumped into his Ferrari convertible. Irina didn't need to tell Bill that Heather would get fucked by Yury that night, but she wanted him to see it so he could accept it. Once inside the car Yury reached over and touched Heather's thigh. She instinctively opened her legs offering full access.

Then Irina told Bill to get on his knees and lick her ass clean. He complied immediately and enthusiastically. "Good candidates indeed." thought Irina as Bill's submissive tongue reached her puckered pink asshole. 

Irina spent several hours showing Bill things he had never experienced. When his thoughts drifted back to Heather it occurred to him that having a slut wife with friends like Irina was not a bad trade-off - a point of view affirmed by the fact that Peter was at that moment being serviced by three beautiful sluts. Neither man would be having those experiences if they had not learned to submit.

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Yury's private garage was off of a secluded lane way behind his house. They pulled into and got out of the car. Yury asked for a picture of her with the car - her slutty red dress matched the car so perfectly.

Heather happily obliged. She put her hands on the back of the car and turned to look at Yury with a sultry expression. When he asked her to spread her legs and bend at the waist she obliged as a shiver of excitement ran up her thighs. When Heather turned to look at him again she knew her skimpy dress was riding up her ass so that her pussy was exposed. 

Aside from the pictures on her own smart phone this was the first naked picture ever taken of Heather. Her face was as visible as her neatly trimmed pussy and this pic might well end up on the internet. A smile crossed her face as she felt she had crossed the point of no return - she was publicly and unabashedly a slut now. The thought of it made her pussy wet.

As she bent deeper she felt her full tits rest on the warm rear engine compartment of Yury's car just as she felt his hand on her ass. She sighed and waited in anticipation as she heard him unzip his pants. The main garage door was still open to the darkened lane way. Seconds later he slid his big hard dick into her pussy. She was already wet so he plunged all the way in. Heather moaned like a filthy slut basking in the pleasure of being filled by Yury's fat dick. Soon she was grunting in ecstasy as he took her sex.......again. When he was done fucking her he gently lifted her off of the car and put her on her knees in front of him.

And for the first time she took his full load of cum down her throat. As she swallowed his load she thought to herself "Yury knows how to treat a slut. He gives me what I want and treats me nicely and gently. Why don't most guys understand that a girl wanting to be fucked doesn't mean she wants to be abused? Oh well their loss. The girls are right - never mind what most guys think, just enjoy yourself." 

The warm and comfortable mood drove Heather to give Yury's fat cock a little extra attention - even a man who just shot his load likes to have his dick licked. When she was done Heather stood and gave Yury a soft cum flavoured kiss before they walked down the street for dinner. 

Just like he said, it was a nice outdoor patio with good food and a groovy vibe. It was an active place with lots of pretty girls dressed to kill. Yury's focus was all on Heather and it was no act. After eating they had drinks at the bar. The whole time he could not keep his hands off of her. Whenever he squeezed her plump smooth ass under her dress she knew somebody might be able to see her pussy. She didn't mind a bit. Partly she found it sexy and liberating. But she was also coming to the realization that the person whose opinion mattered was the man she was with at that moment........Oh the years she had wasted suppressing her desires and turning men off to avoid the judgment of strangers.

Heather pulled Yury's hand to her bare ass, leaned her full breasts into him and whispered gently in his ear "take me home and fuck me." He happily obliged.

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At 10:00 the next morning Bill waited for his slut wife Heather near the entrance to the departures level of O'Hare Airport. As instructed he had the boarding passes in his hand. He watched as Yury's red Ferrari pulled up. And he wondered as he waited and waited for Heather to get out. It was only when she finally opened the door and got out that he realized what had taken so long - she was giving Yury one last blow job.

Heather cleaned a tiny dab of cum from the corner of her mouth as she strode confidently to the entrance. She had on the same strappy heels as the night before. Her top was a loose pullover that fell well off of one shoulder showing the top of one of her obviously braless breasts. Her firm tits and hard nipples bounced shamelessly. She had on a tiny suede skirt the same tan colour as her top. All legs, she attracted at a lot of looks. At a glance it looked like she wore no bottoms at all.

This was new territory for both of them and neither quite knew how to react at this meeting. Had he lost her? Would he be angry?

Heather breathed deeply and approached Bill with a smile. Then she gave him a deep long cum flavoured kiss - it was fresh and he knew instantly that she had just swallowed Yury's cum. He paused dumbstruck......then kissed her again and made up his mind.

"I want a taste." said Bill.

"Pardon?"

"A taste darling.......I want a taste of slutty pussy."

Heather smiled and took Bill's hand. They hurried to the security clearance area which was mercifully not busy. Once in the departures area the lovers found a handicapped washroom with a lockable door. Inside Heather leaned back against the wall, spread her legs and pulled up her skirt. Bill dove into her naked pussy not knowing where she had been - she was clean but smelled of sex. It would not have mattered to Bill if she had been dripping cum. This was Heather's favourite sexual experience of the whole trip.

When Bill was done Heather reached into her purse and pulled out his cock ring. She gave it to him without a word and he put it on as he knew she expected. Heather had to leave to allow his dick to get soft enough to allow him to get the ring on. When he came out of the bathroom she stood about 20' away leaning against a post and chatting with two young men. Obviously in control of the interaction she simply said goodbye and walked towards Bill as he came out leaving the horny young men to stare at her as she walked away.

As they hurried to catch their flight Heather bounced and jiggled through the terminal, increasingly accustomed to the horny looks of the men and jealous judgmental looks of the women. "Fuck 'em, they are just jealous" thought both Heather and Bill.

The plane was boarding as they got to the gate. While they waited in line Heather gave Bill another long and deep kiss - this time tasting her own delicious slutty pussy on his lips.

"Bill, when we first decided that I would sleep with other men you told me you didn't want our friends to know. I am really glad we got to start our exploration so far from home. But, well I am changed now and I don't know if I can keep it under wraps."

"I know darling. You have to be who you are. Our lives may change but I want you to be who you are, the sexy slut I adore....



Slut Wife - Is Barb a Bad Bitch?



"But Barbara, the head of HR caught you sucking his dick in the boardroom behind reception."

"Yes, I know...the same one where I sucked your dick last week Bob."

"That is different."

"How so?"

"Well, we are seeing each other...and it was after hours."

"Bob, I have been 'seeing' Travis as well and I hardly think her reaction would be any different if it had been after 5:00 p.m."

"You have?" Bob asked with a slight plaintive tone in his voice.

"Yes Bob and I 'see' Brad and Tony sometimes as well." Referring to two of the other partners in the law firm where she worked as a receptionist.

They both paused silently for a moment. Barb wasn't trying to be hurtful. Even though she had always made it clear they were not exclusive, Bob was the kind of man who needed to be reminded. She had learned a lot about men since she had caught her own husband cheating and tossed him out of the house 2 years earlier. Even her casual sex partners seemed to feel compelled to control and possess. She tried to be nice and compassionate, but sometimes there was no choice.

"Listen Bob, you now that Stephanie doesn't like me. She thinks she is doing the right thing, but I don't fit her definition of the way an equal woman is supposed to act and she wants me gone."

They both knew it was true. Stephanie had been hired to head up the HR group a year earlier. Gender and racial equality were priorities for her as they rightly should be. However, the same conviction that propelled her tended to blind her. Day one she had assumed that the buxom brunette adorning the reception desk was an anachronism that needed to be saved. By definition Barb's low cut tops, tight skirts and high heels must be the product of expectations implicitly imposed upon her. 

When Stephanie discovered that Barb liked herself exactly the way she was she treated Barb like a traitor. And when she learned that Barb was very sexually active her disdain was magnified by a smouldering jealousy. 

It was Barb who worked the hardest to keep the relationship civil, but it was clear they wanted to be far away from one another.

"Yes, but Barb you must know that the head of HR can't condone sex on the premises. She doesn't want to expose the firm to accusations of sexual harassment or add tension to the work place."

"Listen Bob, I understand. I really do. But the fact is that she barged in while I was with one of the firm's most important clients. The door was locked and she had a key she should not have had. She is more interested in catching me than anything else. I know what you are saying but you know that I have no intention of claiming sexual harassment and there is more than enough evidence that I am a willing participant so the firm's exposure is minimal. And while I get that many firms have a no employee fraternization policy they get violated all the time and there is no requirement that you have such a policy. It's not law."

"OK Barb, but you just can't..."

"Can't what Bob? It seems to me that partner morale has never been higher and your clients like coming here. Is it lost on you that Travis comes here rather than summoning you to his office? Do you notice that he shows up early for meetings and when you come out to get him he is always chatting amiably with me rather than sitting alone waiting for you to show up? Do you notice that he is never pissed off if you are late?"

"Well, I guess...maybe."

"Not maybe Bob. He doesn't come here and start every meeting in a good mood because of your sparkling personality or legal genius. That is for fucking sure."

"Hold on. We have done a good job for Travis...er Mr. Johnson... and his company."

"Yes. And any of a half dozen firms could have done the same thing. You know as well as I do that he and most clients make their decision among the top firms based on relationship. When was the last time you had lunch with Travis?"

"Um, well it has been a while. Anyway we are off topic."

"You are right Bob. So let's get back on topic. It is time I left the firm Bob."

"Wait. What?...Why?" Whined Bob suddenly aware that she could and would slip away from him just like that.

"Because I have no intention of changing who I am and you have empowered Stephanie to make my life miserable for it. There are better opportunities for me Bob."

"What about us?"

"What about us? I don't know Bob. We'll have to see. I expect my new employer will keep me busy."

"You've already taken another job?"

"No but I have received two standing offers. I am quite certain they are still available but I can't stick around for this nonsense in any event."

"I don't want you to go Barb. That is not what I intended from this meeting."

"I know Bob, but as long as you are letting HR manage the firm there is no place for me."

"Please don't go." Said Bob now more than a little panicked. He was infatuated with her but he was also cluing into the fact that a lot of clients were too. "What will it take to make you stay?"

"Honestly. Bob it is likely more than you have the balls to do."

"Try me."

"Fire Stephanie and give me a raise to $120,000/year."

"What? That is more than double what you make now. How could I justify paying that to a receptionist?"

"Bob, there are at least a half dozen old coots around here who make 10x that much for playing golf and taking clients to lunch. It is because they bring in business. I've heard that discussion among the partners many times...they bring in the business that others can't and that is valuable whether or not they do any actual legal work. The fact that they do it on the golf course is their good luck. Well Bob, clients come here to stare down my blouse and watch my ass wiggle. Don't think I don't notice that and don't think it is just coincidence that I always walk them to the meeting room."

Bob was dumb struck. "I don't know what to say Barb."

"Think about it and let me know on Monday. If you can't sort it out I understand. I can go right away or stick around for two weeks while you find someone new. Either way let me know on Monday. I know who I am Bob and I don't plan to sit through another stupid-ass condescending lecture on who or what I should be from you or Stephanie."

"I don't know if I can respond that fast Barb. How would I justify firing Stephanie? I need to talk to the other partners."

"I don't care how you deal with it Bob. I would have thought that letting her little crusade embarrass the firm's most important client would be reason enough. Either way you know this has been brewing for a while and I am done dicking around with you. Decide by monday. Now if you will excuse me Travis will soon be waiting for me. It is friday night and he deferred his flight home until tomorrow so I plan to make sure he has a very good evening. I'll make sure to tell him how sorry you are for this embarrassing incident."

...

Barb knew she had been a bit hard on Bob, but that is what it took to get through to him sometimes.

He was the managing partner of the firm. That isn't quite as impressive as it sounds. Most of the senior parters viewed the MP job as an administrative headache. The super stars are hunter gatherers who make big dollars and the last thing they want is to deal with HR and mundane day-to-day tasks.

Bob was a senior partner and a capable lawyer, but as is often the case he was a compromise candidate for PM. Not too offensive to anyone and not a big enough revenue generator to create a problem if half his time goes to administration. Part of the reason he was inoffensive is because he rarely took a stand before knowing what everyone else thought. Depending upon your point of view he was either a collaborative leader or milquetoast. 

That is part of the reason Barb mentioned Brad and Tony. They were top earners for the firm and had little time for political correctness. They didn't have an opinion one way or the other about Stephanie until she tried to make them go to sensitivity training courses. With her usual closed-minded certainty she judged them to be misogynist and racially insensitive. The truth is that they were insensitive, aggressive and mercenary but it had nothing to do with race or gender. If a lawyer could bring in revenue they didn't care if she was a purple hermaphrodite. As far as they were concerned Barb was one of the firm's most important assets. She was no more a whore than them and they respected her for going after what she wanted more than they respected Bob for never taking a stand. 

When she was around everyone was a bit more relaxed, a bit more friendly and a bit more willing to compromise and go with the flow to stay in her good graces. She knew instinctively when a negotiation was getting heated and by simply breezing in and out of the room to offer refreshments she took the temperature down a notch and gave her bosses the opportunity to regroup. The heavy hitters, the lawyers who ran those meetings saw the value of her presence better than anyone.

Conversely they saw Stephanie as part of the 'overhead', a derogatory term meaning she was an unnecessary cost that added no value. That is unfairly harsh, but she should have done her homework before trying to label successful lawyers as misogynists for being abrasive. Even Janet, the senior female partner, told her she was wrong but she didn't listen. It was a tough meritocracy. That was part of their success and lawyers of both genders liked it that way.

Barb knew all this and knew that the situation was coming to a head. Stephanie had pissed off the most senior female partner so she couldn't claim her dismissal was all due to old white guys. Brad and Tony would blow their stack at the prospect of losing Barb, especially if the Stephanie was the catalyst. Barb felt a little bit bad, but it was Stephanie who had forced the issue.

As Barb went to meet Travis, she turned off her phone. It would soon be ringing off the hook. Bob would try to talk her out of leaving then offer some compromise. Then Brad or Tony or Janet would call to assure her it would all be worked out, but they might not have all the facts from Bob yet. Within 24 hours they would extract the details from him and decide where they stood. In the meantime she would enjoy her time with Travis.

Barb stopped at the health club nearby to have a sauna and shower then get dressed for her date with Travis. She had lots of time and had told Bob otherwise because she didn't want to spend any more time listening to him snivel and prevaricate.

She always liked taking her time preparing for a date and on this day she was feeling reflective, knowing that one way or another something was going to change by monday.

...

Just over two years earlier...

Barb was a sedate housewife with no sex life to speak of, wondering what she would do when her second daughter went off to college a few weeks later. That is when she had learned of her husband's affair. It wasn't long after that when she got herself tarted up and went out to fuck another man while her husband was out of town. She didn't expect it to change anything. She was after revenge pure and simple. In fact, she expected that she might not hook-up at all and if she did it would be mediocre sex after which she would decide whether or not to dump her husband.

Instead she met and fucked a virile young stud named John. She knew right away that she would go back to John. It wasn't in her nature to sneak around even if her husband Grant did deserve it. When she confronted Grant he begged and pleaded for forgiveness for his own affair and barely acknowledged her tryst. It was an emotional time but she knew what she had to do and ended it.

All of a sudden every aspect of her life was up in the air. Her daughters were out of the house and going to school far away. Her husband would soon be out. Most of her friends were really wrapped up in their own lives. Her closest two friends whom she had known since childhood were far away. She had no boss and no co-workers. 

It was frightening and exciting. She had no choice but to reinvent herself and there was neither need or opportunity to consider what anybody else wanted. The people she met tomorrow and the next day would be new. She could be whomever she wanted without having to explain any changes and if that didn't work she could change again. 

Barb and Grant had been frugal enough that she didn't have any immediate need for money. When their eldest daughter had moved out they had converted the basement to a rental unit to generate income. And the break-up was sufficiently cordial that they hopefully wouldn't blow all their money on divorce lawyers. But extra income would soon be needed and she definitely needed to get out of the house. 

Barb had no post-secondary education which was one of the drawbacks of having gotten tied down and knocked up shortly after graduating high school. The upside was that she was only 39 years old and still very attractive. With nothing to lose Barb geared herself up to find a job. She figured receptionist would be perfect. Limited stress, predictable hours, no formal education required and the primary qualifications she had in spades - a friendly calm demeanour and a great rack. 

She put on a low cut top, tight skirt and extra high heels and hit the pavement. Barb wasn't looking to be slutty per se but she wasn't just dressing for an interview either. She wanted to be free. The people who had been telling her what she could and couldn't be most of her adult life were other women. She never quite bought into the premise that a woman had to hide her sexuality to be treated equally. She longed to be one of those women who could pull off being overtly sexy and in control. 

Her sexy new look was not part of any long-term plan and neither was the job she quickly found at a downtown law firm. It was a role she was playing for the time being. She knew she would draw a different type of attention than she was used to and it wouldn't all be positive. But for once she was going to seek her own experiences for her own reasons.

Soon she was spending half her days as the sexy MILF at reception. For the first few weeks she played a daily game with herself. Each morning she got ready for her "role" by pushing herself beyond her comfort zone to explore different provocative looks. Nobody expected this of her but it was the "role" she was enjoying and based on how often staff and clients stole looks at her and flirted with her she was playing it well. Within a few weeks she was that women who could be overtly sexy and pull it off. She felt like it was an act but nobody else knew that.

She quit the gym near her house and joined one downtown that was subsidized by the firm. It was much nicer with all kinds of pampering amenities. There too she arrived day one as the new Barb. Spandex, yoga pants, snug training bras and short shorts.  

With a relatively undemanding job and extra free time she revelled in her new persona. She felt as though the women who "pulled it off" were the ones who wore their sexiness like a second skin - always on. She enjoyed being the hotty who wears tight jeans, a cropped top and heels to the grocery store. She heard lots of people whisper things, but thought of it as proof of how well she was playing the role. Having been in their shoes she knew some of them were just jealous. And their negative comments were inevitable unless she cowed like she had done for so many years and vowed never to do again.

During the first few weeks of her new job, Grant took his sweet time getting out of the house. They were remarkably civil to one another, probably because they both felt guilty. He felt guilty for cheating and still clung to hope of reconciliation. She felt guilty for being so disinterested in reconciliation and having so quickly and enthusiastically embraced the prospect of sex with other men.

At work Barbara enjoyed being around adults with purpose. They had less time than the suburban moms did to gossip and judge. They knew little about Barb except that she was recently separated. They probably figured that she was hunting for a man or just cock, but they didn't really care. Whatever she was seeking in life was no less valid than what they were seeking.

Barb really wanted Grant to get out of the house before she started dating. She needed that clean break and didn't want to cause him pain. And as long as he was at home she didn't want to be there. She took every chance to socialize after hours with her new co-workers. Men were constantly flirting with her and she was enjoying the attention. 

It was only a couple weeks later that Barb had her first hook-up since her night of revenge sex with John. The man was a junior partner at another law firm. Handsome and virile he had been taking every opportunity to cross her path. She was flattered and attracted to him. The first night he kissed her she ended up in his bed. The next day was a Saturday and Barb was tired of waiting for Grant to leave. She forced the issue and insisted he be out by the end of the month. That was a couple weekends away and she would be helping the firm at a conference being held in town that weekend. He needed to be out by the time she got back.

In the interim she saw that young lawyer occasionally. He was discrete and it was evident that neither of them wanted to be anything but friends with benefits. It was awkward coming home and seeing Grant after she had been with another man but she was done waiting. As her social circle expanded and she came to know the people at the firm better it was clear that there was lots of fraternization. 

The weekend of the conference Barb hooked up with a gorgeous lawyer from San Diego. His flight home was the day after the conference so she invited him to come and stay with her for the night. When she got home Grant's stuff was gone but he was still there. He claimed that he hadn't had a chance to get his new apartment set-up and needed to stay just one more night. It was a ploy. Grant was not the type of man that was too delicate to sleep on the couch for a night. Nor was he too strapped for cash to pay for a hotel room. It might have worked if she had not already invited a man to stay the night. She thought of cancelling the sleepover but she knew she couldn't yield to Grant. It had to end.

Her words had been harsh. "Paul is staying over tonight so stay in the spare room and keep out of my way." She figured he would take the hint and go away. Maybe she should have told him to leave. Barb was not a mean woman but she was learning that the more desirable she became the more she would have to be firm and unyielding in how she manage men otherwise they would control her. 

For the rest of that evening Grant stayed in the spare bedroom while Barb played with her date and got fucked in the next room. Paul was a short-term fling she had chosen for his sexual prowess and appeal and their obvious animal attraction made it clear that she had been fucking him all weekend. She had intended not to be too loud, but once Paul was railing her to orgasm she forgot there was anyone else in the house. She was soon moaning and squealing and begging him to fuck her like a dirty slut.

The next morning she lay in bed next to her lover, wondering if Grant had already left. Surely he had not stayed and listened to her getting fucked for half the night. But he had. Paul was eagerly licking her pussy when she heard the front door close as Grant finally left. In that moment she felt like a complete slut but she didn't feel bad about it. In fact she felt liberated and in control.

In the weeks until they next talked Barb puzzled over why Grant had stayed. Her own sense of guilt bothered her the most because she longed to be free from such constraints. Grant had every opportunity to leave and she had no obligation to him yet he still elicited her sympathy - like an idiot stepping in front of a car so the driver will stop and pay him some attention.




Slut Wife - Is Barb a Bad Bitch?



It was about another month before she saw Grant again. There was no mention of the night with Paul and he was genuinely pleased to be near her. The ties had been cut and she had established herself as a brazenly sexual woman. Now that she was in the driver's seat she allowed him to be one of the men she dated periodically. Maybe she was being unwise but she was done worrying about the actions of men. She fucked him anyway. If things got out of hand she would straighten him out just like she had already done once.

It was another two months before she got a glimpse of why he had stayed that night. Grant was coming over to help her with a house repair at noon on a saturday. She had been out with Travis the night before and almost forgot about the arrangement. The taxi that took her from Travis's hotel dropped her off just after noon. 

What most women consider the walk of shame was something Barb had come to relish - walking up her driveway, obviously wearing clothes from the night before. Clothes that were designed to attract sexual attention. Panties stuffed in her purse (or left behind with her lover) and maybe one or more neighbour seeing her in her sexually permissive glory. She strolled with the gait of a women who knows she is sexy. 

She only saw Grant as she got close to the door. He was waiting for her with a latte in his hand. She smiled, gave him a peck on the cheek and unlocked the door before thanking him for the latte. She didn't know if he had waited long and didn't ask or apologize for the possibility. After all she was more or less on time.

Once inside Barb sat on the couch and leaned back. These days Grant took that as a possibility that she wanted her pussy licked. He put his own coffee down and knelt in front of her. She had never had him lick her after another man had been inside her. Barb paused for a moment then slowly opened her legs at the same time informing him. "Travis was just inside me Grant. I haven't had a chance to clean myself up yet." It was statement without any indication of what she expected him to do. Her body language made it clear she was willing to let him lick her used pussy, but not whether she expected it. And she used her lover's name. He was a real sex partner not just a prop. If Grant licked up her sloppy seconds, in a way he would be submitting to them both.

He barely hesitated before gently pushing her legs further apart and kissing up the inside of her thighs to her pussy. She smelled of sex and shared bodily fluids though there was no visible cum. Her labia was still slightly engorged either from the sex or the excitement of the moment. Barb pulled his head into her pussy and he eagerly licked her clean.

Barb had already learned a lot about men in a short period. However, this was new and she was surprised to find that the man she thought she knew so well was such an eager connoisseur of sloppy seconds. Grant took on many new dimensions in the ensuing months. Two months later she served him his first cream pie. When he peeled her sticky panties off of her cum filled pussy he did not hesitate anymore than the first time he licked her after Travis had been inside her. 

By the time of his third feeding Grant was eagerly submissive. Barb picked up this vibe and started being moderately dominant. Or perhaps more authoritative is a better word. She didn't take on a new role with Grant, but from that point onward she told him what she wanted in and out of the bedroom rather than asking. She adopted a tone that was not quite imperious but clearly communicated that she knew he would follow her directions and expected no less. Grant ate it up both figuratively and literally. 

A year later he moved into an apartment just down the street. They were not a couple again. Both were free to date and Barb insisted he do so. Fascinated as she was with his kinks she didn't want him waiting and pining for her. As with all her lovers she felt she owed him only the truth. When she didn't have other men in her bed she preferred to be alone. Sometimes she and Grant went on dates together, but more often he was there when she came home from her dates with other men. 

She never demanded or expected Grant to be at her beckon call. It was Grant who made sure he was always available for her. So if she wanted him to greet her after her date she simply let him know of her plans. He liked it when she set the rules and agenda. It was easier and clearer for everyone that way. The more in control she was the more horny it made him. Yes, he was hoping for some kind of reconciliation but he knew they would never be monogamous again, and he didn't really seem to want that.

Somewhere along the way Barb started wearing her wedding ring again. She was after all still legally married and she had come to regard Grant as being a regular part of her life again. Plus it made her feel naught as hell when she was fucking other guys.

...

Such a strange trip thought Barb as she finished her shower and strode naked to the mirrors to inspect herself before dressing for her date with Travis. 

Grant had a date that night too, but she knew he would be waiting for her when she came home the next morning. In many ways her date wasn't over until Grant licked her clean and she looked forward to that as much as any other part of the date.

Barb had settled into a routine with the ten or so men she dated regularly. They kept her busy so she had limited time for new men, which was safer anyway. Grant knew many of her lovers by name and had met many of them. 

Travis had been one of Barb's first lovers and they knew each other intimately. He had made a couple hundred million dollars when he sold his tech company a couple years before they met (he still worked for the buyer a a senior executive which was part of the deal). It put him the category of men who never had to worry about money again. But in his industry it wasn't such a big deal so he managed to maintain a low profile. 

There was a fundamental honesty about Travis. In Barb's view he was a playboy but not a player. He enjoyed women, especially the ones that knew what they wanted even if it wasn't sex. Of course when he wanted to party he hung out with the women who did want sex (or were willing to sell it) but he had no interest in conquest or manipulation. He was a lovable rake, better than average looking with a nice fat cock and fatter wallet.

Barb knew he had one or more women in every city he visited and the last thing he wanted was for them to get too clingy. She was his slut in Chicago (or one of them) and nothing more. Where he couldn't find a free spirited slut like Barb he paid for escorts. 

Such was their relationship that she knew all of this from him. In fact, she had met many of his other women at various events and parties. 

Contrary to stereotypes one could not easily identify the escorts. These were not streetwalkers but $2,500+/night companions that were beautiful, intelligent and sought after. They were not under duress and perfectly capable of making a living by other means. They chose this life because it was more lucrative than the alternatives and they got access to a fun social group and endless perks. 

And these women were paid for more than sex. They were paid for how they treated a man. Most of their clients were men they had selected as repeat customers and most of the interactions were more like dates. Yes the sex would ensue but unlike a common whore they couldn't simply lie back and spread their legs. In fact, the only way she could tell between the escorts and other women were from conversation or subtle clues.

One such lady which Barb counted as a friend summed it up nicely. "Travis doesn't need to pay me for sex. He can have any number of women for free or a lot less money. He pays me for the way I treat him. My job forces me to see men honestly, and without filters. Their wives and girlfriends and society don't fully accept their desires...not just sex but the desire to be with a woman who makes him feel a certain way. Society tells him his urges are dirty and narrows down the range of acknowledged desire to the only that which is deemed acceptable. Then the women in his life offer something less than that, ever concerned about being judged by their peers or deemed too subservient to a male. Travis has never treated me with disrespect or as though being a sexual woman makes me lesser. For instance, I know he likes to see me in a bikini with heels. But he doesn't treat me like a bimbo unless you think that is inherent in liking that outfit. But guess what? All men, or at least most, like it. And demonizing it or making your man deny it won't change a thing. If anything Travis is appreciative of me indulging him. So I wear what he likes which is overtly sexual but within my acceptable range of situation appropriate. I give him my undivided attention. I make sure he can smell my hair. I wear the perfume he likes. I take opportunities to brush my body against his. I express desire to have sex with him rather than waiting to do my duty. And I never ever treat him in a dismissive manner or take my attention away from him because I am trying to impress someone else. All I do is take the time to really know what he wants and I give it to him."

Barb had taken note of what this friend said early in her relationship with Travis. If she found that what a man really wanted wasn't something she was prepared to do she ended things quickly and neatly. And if they were on the same page she gave generously of herself based upon as honest as possible an understanding of his desires. Not the accepted wisdom of what all men want, not what the soccer moms deemed was acceptable but what he really wanted. And she was richly rewarded for her attentions.

Barb knew that Travis enjoyed it when she looked feminine and sexual. He never expected anything in particular and he wasn't the kind of man who wanted her to show up at a nice restaurant looking like a $2 whore. But he sure liked it when she was at the sexier end of sexy in the circumstance. Whenever they went out she subtly figured out what that circumstance would be and tried her best to surprise him.

On this night they were going to a very good but not exceptionally formal restaurant. She wore a red dress that gathered in the centre then criss-crossed up and over where it covered her breasts. The pattern left a deep 'V' in the front and back exposing ample cleavage and skin. The material was just loose enough to flow but it had a clingy quality that emphasized each part of her curvy figure as she walked. It was on the borderline whether she could get away with not wearing a bra, but she didn't like the way the fabric fell over even her laciest and most delicate bras and the cleavage opening was deep enough that the front of the bra would be visible. So she chose to go without. Her full breasts would jiggle and sway as she walked and her nipples might be visible so she decided on no nipple studs (Travis normally likes them). Her heels were 4" matching red patent leather pumps and she wore her brightest red lipstick. She almost forgot to shimy into her tiny red g-string before sauntering out of the dressing room.

Barb knew she could carry off an outfit like this. She knew it would be within the range of suitable for where she was going. She knew Travis would like and appreciate it. And she knew that some people would judge her slutty and those people could go fuck themselves.

As she hopped into a cab it occurred to Barb that she looked like an escort. She had never been paid for her company or sex but many men bought her things and treated her like a goddess. And only a short time ago she had demanded a raise out of proportion with her skills. She did so knowing she would likely get it because of what she offered those men. Perhaps she was becoming like those escorts. Yes a whore but also so much more. She smiled to herself knowing she could be an escort because of what she had to offer that men craved. She saw it more clearly now without any moral dilemma about spreading her legs - yes she gave her sex but only to the men she wanted. 

Barb had timed her departure to get to the restaurant just ahead of Travis. But as is frequently the case he got there first. He had seated himself at the bar with a good view of the entrance because he liked to see her come in. His eager anticipation was rewarded when she walked through the door. A lot of heads turned but his eyes were locked on her from the outset and all he saw was her - gloriously sexy with a smile just for him.

Travis squirmed to hide his growing hard-on as she strode across the floor to him. She made sure her tits jiggled a bit and felt the strain against her dress. She felt the hem of her dress ride up just a bit on her half bare thighs. And when she got to him she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long deep kiss. The kind of embrace that tells a man that she will be his for the night and she didn't care what anybody thought about it. Barb lingered there on his arm until he swallowed the last of his drink and the maitre'd came to show them to their table. He knew Travis and had seen her walk in (just like everyone else in the place) so the wait was only a moment.

Barb and Travis sat down for a delicious dinner. He struggled to come up with the right compliment for how intoxicating she was to him. 'Beautiful' just wasn't good enough but it was all he could think of that didn't sound too lascivious. He felt awkward only for a moment because he knew he didn't have to come up with the perfect compliment for Barb. His desire for her was in his eyes.

"So how did it go with Stephanie today?" Asked Travis knowing Barb had gotten into some hot water. 

"Hmmm. Well she is a little upset but it will work itself out."

"I think the fact that you finished me off while she stood in the doorway made her extra angry."

Barb laughed heartily. "Yes that probably didn't help." Both knew that he was referring to the fact that after Stephanie barged in on them Barb didn't stop sucking his dick. It was too late at that point anyway and if she had stopped Travis probably would have shot his thick load of cum onto her face and blouse. But truth be told Barb had stayed there, ignoring Stephanie and coaxing Travis's cock to shoot his load into her hungry mouth because she wanted to taste him and got to irritate Stephanie at the same time. The experience and the image was something that would stay with him forever.

"Well I sure enjoyed it Barb."

"Thanks lover. You were looking a little down so I thought maybe you needed a pick me up."

"It did the trick alright. Yes, things have been busy and I am feeling kind of worn down."

"Shall we keep it low key tonight then? Just the two of us? Would you like me to take it from here?" That meant did he want Barb to decide the course of the evening from that point onward. She knew how to take care of him and Travis always found it relaxing when she took control of events.

"That would be great Barb." sighed Travis with obvious relief.

Barb was the only woman who could do a proper job of leading Travis. The other women tended to miss the whole point by trying to figure out where he wanted to be led or acting out a role that didn't suit them. Barb wasn't acting. She knew what he liked and she knew how far she could push him and enjoyed doing it. It wasn't a Dom dynamic and she wasn't bossy. It was just a very subtle shift whereby she would be decisive and tell him what to do and he would wait for this to happen rather than take any initiative to direct their activities. 

"Well then I would like you to put on my anklet darling." Barb pulled her dainty slut wife anklet from her purse. I didn't have any words just the little symbols - one for female and ten for male - going all the way around her ankle. She put it in Travis's hands then extended her leg pushing it up between his legs underneath the table.

Travis looked at the delicate gold chain and contemplated its meaning. "How do you decide how many of the male symbols are on here?" He asked.

"I used to add one for every guy I fucked since my initial break-up with Grant, but I ran out of room so now it is just filled with men." She felt Travis cock get hard and push against her shoe. "Put it on darling."

Most people have no idea what a slut wife anklet means. Among those who do they would not know whether Travis was her husband or one of her lovers. But they would know that the woman who is leading him has many lovers besides him. Travis liked her overt sexuality but even more than that he liked the fact that she revelled in it. 

"Don't worry darling I don't plan to pick up any other men tonight even if someone does notice the anklet. I just like wearing it when I am in charge."

"Why is that?" Said Travis as he clasped the jewelry around her ankle.

"I don't know. I think maybe it is a matter of being comfortable with myself. We both know that I am a slut don't we Travis? The fact that you recognize that and still want to let me take the lead makes me feel strong. I suppose this is my little indulgence to enhance that feeling."

"Barb it is precisely because you are such a delicious slut that I want you to lead, not in spite of it."

"Now isn't that a lovely thing to say." Cooed Barb. "You are a very good boy and will be treated well tonight."

Barbs' leadership was always a warm safe place and that feeling washed over Travis as she spoke to him. They had a pleasant dinner and a bottle of wine. Barb led the conversation lightly through current events and playful comments on the other patrons. She always kept it casual and non-controversial without bogging down in painfully superficial small talk. 

Near the end of the meal Barb got up to go to the ladies room. She took her time, making sure Travis could watch her walk across the room and see the other men stealing glances. On her way back she walked along the length of the cocktail bar. There was a brief "traffic" jamb and the man sitting on the stool next to where she stood while waiting for it to clear said something to her. Travis watched as they shared a laugh and chatted for just a moment. She smiled her warm sexy smile and touched him on the shoulder before returning to the table.

"Do you know that man?" Asked Travis as she sat down.

"No. He was just hitting on me." 

"Do you ever get tired of that?"

"What, guys hitting on me? Not really. I take it as a compliment most of the time. Every now and then guys get a bit pushy or rude, but I just need to know how to handle them."

"And how is that?"

"Oh, it depends upon the situation. I think it has to do with my mindset as much as anything. I start from the position that it is my right to dress or look the way I want without being harassed or insulted. But I also know that the way I look draws attention and I have to expect that. So before I judge a man's approach I need to look at the context and what are his intentions."

"I have never quite understood the women who get all dressed up, go to a singles bar then behave...well...bitchy when guys approach them. That seems very self centred."

"Well, yes and no. I saw a skit on TV the other night where an average looking guy approached a girl in a bar and she started screaming rape. Then a good looking guy approached her and she all but fell on her back and spread her legs. It was funny as hell because it was getting at a bit of a truth about vain superficial women. But it does get tiresome sometimes. And a lot of guys say the dumbest things. The ones who just toss the same lame ass line at 50 women in a row trying to play the odds are really insulting. Even if they don't say anything insulting the whole approach is the epitome of disrespectful objectification. Sometimes the next guy who comes along might be the one to feel the sting of an irritated woman. That is not fair but I do understand where she is coming from."




Slut Wife - Is Barb a Bad Bitch?



"So how do you know what a guys intentions are?"

"I don't but I try to give it some thought rather than simply reacting based upon a purely female view of how we think they ought to behave."

"What do you mean?"

"My husband Grant explained it to me once like this. 'Barb most straight guys want to fuck you. Even if you aren't their ideal they still want to fuck you or are thinking about whether they do. Don't pretend otherwise and don't condemn them for it. If they try to convince you otherwise or always seem to have just the right thing to say they are likely full of shit. If they are a bit crude or rough around the edges but trying hard to look you in the eye there is a much better chance that they are genuine.'"

Travis let out a loud guffaw. "That is good advice. I wish more women understood that."

"Actually a bunch of things flowed from that little summary. I remember going out one night with a girlfriend not too long after that conversation. Before we left her house she was checking herself in the mirror and asked me how her ass looked in that dress. I told her it looked great because it did. But then two hours later some guy at the bar told her that she had a nice ass and she got pissed off. I could totally see having the same reaction but it also seemed kind of dumb to me. Sure he could have been more tactful, but what did she want? A guy who always says just the right thing or a genuine guy who really thinks she is attractive. It is a fundamental mistake we make when we confuse manners with character or quality of intent."

"You must be hell on guys in singles bars."

"I try not to be to be honest, but it is actually pretty rare that I find myself there anyway. Like Grant said I try to see men for what they are. That was very empowering. The same applies to situations in general - it is ok to be idealistic but don't put on blinders or rose coloured glasses."

"I find it very titillating that your tips on picking up guys comes from your husband. So how do you shut a guy down?"

"Well most of the time I don't at least not in that harsh sense. We all find ways to end conversations everyday without being rude or tactless. Maybe a bit more frequently for me because of my job and the fact that guys hit on me but I am used to it and frankly I enjoy talking to people so I don't see it as a burden."

"Then why do so many pretty girls complain about the attention?"

"I can't speak for them, but I think it is situation specific. In everyday life it is maddening to have to choose between dressing the way I want and avoiding misogynist bullshit. On there other hand if you go to a singles bar and dress to attract attention, 99% of the guys who approach you aren't going to be prince charming. Pretending or hoping otherwise is just stupid. And being terse or impatient with the guys that do approach is just bitchy. The bottom line is that either I control my circumstances or someone else will. It makes no sense to cede control then complain that things didn't go the way I hoped."

"So do guys ever get to you?"

"Yes, of course but only when their behaviour is genuinely inappropriate. And in that case I feel perfectly justified in telling them to fuck off without having to get too worked up. That is the only time that I think in terms of shutting a guy down. The rest of the time I am just socializing. As long as I am in control - which includes not needing anyone's approval - I don't have to worry about being steered somewhere I don't want to go."

"And I do love when you are in control Barb."

"I know you do darling. I know you do." Smiled Barb.

"So what did the guy at the bar say to you?"

"He asked me who I thought was going to win the SuperBowl this year. I thought that was kind of original and it made me laugh. I told him the Lions and that made him laugh. He asked if he could buy me a drink. I said no because I am on a date. He asked for my number and I also said no, but if the Lions do win I'll have a drink back here with him the friday after."

"So what if the Lions win?"

"I guess I have a date. But it is only a drink so what the hell. And seriously what are the chances of the Lions winning the SuperBowl."

"Not high, but I guess they have one more fan now at least for this season."

"Exactly. Everybody wins. Now I think its is time for us to go Travis."

Travis paid the bill then followed Barb out of the restaurant. He liked walking behind her to see how other men (and some women) watched her. When they were within her field of vision their glances at her were subtle and stealthy as if not to offend her on the slight chance that they had a chance. But when she was past them or looking the other way their eyes sized up her whole body like hundreds of eyeballs caressing her body. Travis was invisible to them. Most didn't care if he saw them ogling his date. 

Barb knew it. Even one on one she usually sympathized with the men that were straining to keep their eyes focussed in the right place. She was adept at finding ways to turn away briefly or redirect her gaze to give them an opportunity to sneak a glance at her figure. She knew it gave them pleasure.

Every man from the table to the waiting limo took notice as she passed by. Once in the car she told the driver to take them to Travis's hotel. As they entered the lobby they passed the hotel bar. Barb contemplated playing a little game with Travis. Have him wait and watch in a dark corner while she went alone to the bar and waited for men to hit on her.

"Another night she thought." It would have turned him on but she was anxious to get him up to the room. She knew he was tired and she was anxious to get at his thick juicy cock.

When they were in the elevator Barb put out her hand and without a word Travis handed over the security card for his room. When the exited the elevator he followed her down the hall. She opened the door, entered and put her purse on the table near the entry. She walked into the room and he followed. As the door swung shut Barb turned and put both arms around Travis's neck and gave him a long deep kiss. With their noses almost touching and her large breasts pressed against him she smiled and said. "Take off your clothes and hang them up in the bedroom closet."

Barb stepped back a couple steps and folded her arms under her full braless tits and watched him undress. When he was bending down to remove his socks she pulled her dress up over her head in one fluid motion. So when Travis stood straight again she was standing in front of him with nothing but her heels and g-string. He saw her tits bounce free and his cock was immediately stiff. Barb smiled and handed him her dress. "Hang this up too please darling." 

When Travis returned Barb was wearing a fishnet top. It hid nothing but seemed to make her boobs look even bigger and more delicious. She was looking at the room service menu. As he walked up she turned to meet him reaching out to grab his hard cock and pull him closer. While he stood in front of her she slowly stroked and lightly traced her manicured fingernails all around his scrotum and juicy cock. The she looked him in the eye. "I was thinking about maybe having a little snack but I am not quite sure what I want yet. So why don't you be a good boy and eat my ass for a moment while I decide."

Barb turned her back to him and opened the room service menu on the table in front of her. As Travis knelt behind her she looked over her shoulder with a smile and said. "Oh you might as well just take off my panties. I don't think we will be needing those for a while."

Travis peeled her skimpy panties slowly down her voluptuous body until she stepped out of them. Then Barb set her feet about two feet apart so that Travis could access her full firm ass. He slowly traced his hands up the back of her thighs. Barb always kept herself very clean so he loved the sweet smell as he pushed his face between her soft ass cheeks, licking up and down pushing deeper with each stroke. When his hands got up to her cheeks he pulled them apart and focussed his tongue on a proper rim job. 

As he pushed his tongue deeper Barb could no longer focus on the menu. Her hands leaned onto the side table where the menu lay and she looked into the mirror directly in front of her, smiling at herself as she watched her own beautiful body move in response to Travis's attention. She noticed that she was not wearing the nipple jewelry that she knew he liked as she looked at her big beautiful tits swing forward with her torso.

"MMMM, that will be enough for now thank you darling." Said Barb. As Travis stood she turned to face him and kissed him full on the mouth to show her appreciation. Then as she went back to gently stroking his hard cock she told him what she planned to order from room service. He had nothing to add.

Barb grabbed her purse and pulled out a small jewelry case. She opened it to reveal 4 different nipple rings and studs then asked Travis to pick a pair. He picked the ones that looked like little barbells. She put them in his hand then stood smiling with her tits pointed towards him. She knew he loved putting them in and man handling her tits at the same time, which he did just as he had so many times before.

"Why don't you have a seat and turn on the game while I make you a drink darling?" 

Travis happily obliged and was comfortably situated on the couch watching a baseball game when she brought him his drink. 

Then without a word Barb got down on her knees and pushed his legs apart. She gently tugged on his cock to get him to slouch down on the seat so his package was hanging off the edge. Then she dropped to all fours, pulled her face up to his rock hard cock and set about pleasuring her man while he watched the game.

First she playful licked his cock head, taking it in her mouth and pressing her tongue against his pee hole. Then she released it and licked and sucked each of his full balls while she enjoyed the weight of his fat cock against her face. She could tell they were full, but she still gently tugged on each until she heard an audible gasp from Travis. Then she pressed his cock to one side while she ran her lips up the other side until she could "catch" his bobbing cock head in her mouth. Once she had his throbbing purple helmet under control she pulled him in with suction while crawling forward so that she slowly wrapped her mouth then her throat around his manhood. Travis could feel the gag and slurp as she welcomed him into her, but she did not slow his entry into her velvet tunnel. In this position with her head up and back she could give him a direct entry to her throat.

Barb bobbed back and forth before deep throating him for as long as she could endure the lack of oxygen. Then she pulled back leaving a layer of saliva coating his fat dick and dripping from her chin. But she kept his cock head in her mouth while she caught her breath, licking and sucking on the most sensitive part.

For the next several minutes Barb alternated between plunging his fat cock into her mouth and teasing the head, bringing him rapidly towards ejaculation. All the while she felt her own big luscious tits swing between her arms.

Finally she felt the tell tale twitch of Travis's powerful hips and heard the quickening of his breath that told her he was about to feed her his cum. She quickened her pace but not as deep as before so that she could focus on his cock head. It was just at the opening to her throat when the first spurt of cum erupted and seemed to go straight into her stomach. Travis kept spurting his cum into her mouth as she struggled to swallow every drop. When he was done Barb held his dick softly in her mouth, with no pressure on the sensitive tip just a warm soft cleaning before she pulled back and let it flop out of her mouth.

After a moment Barb got up. Room service knocked on the door as she strode over to the mirror to look at her face and see just a bit of cum on her chin. She scrapped it into her mouth and swallowed it as she turned towards the door. 

Barb loved being comfortably naked in front of people and felt a tingle of excitement. The room service waiter was briefly taken aback and Barb let him take his time before meeting her eye - just standing there holding the door open for him and on full display. She gave him a warm smile and invited him in without the least bit of shame or discomfort (at Travis's parties Barb was naked in front of closed men all the time). He rolled the cart into the room and nervously handed the cheque to Barb who signed and added a generous tip.

When he had left, Barb positioned the cart behind the couch and curled up next to Travis to enjoy a snack of oysters and strawberries and wine. For the next hour she was his favourite sexy, stripper server girl. And when the game as over it was Barb's turn to get fucked.

He turned off the TV and she snuggled in next to him to give him a hand job. Once he was hard he motioned her to get on top of him. Barb swung one leg over him and positioned herself straddling and facing him. She used her hand to guide his fat dick, first brushing it along the length of her hungry pussy to make sure it was wet enough. Then she lowered herself onto him. Barb felt a wave of pleasure as his dick slowly spread her open while his powerful hands groped her big tits and sucked on her hard nipples.

Travis leaned into her with one powerful arm wrapped around her back so that she could arch her back while he feasted on her tits and filled her with dick. Barb started slowly but had a hard time controlling herself as she absorbed the pleasure of impaling herself on him faster and harder. She soon tired in that position as her body started to shiver with orgasm. 

Travis took over, wrapping one powerful arm under each leg end up behind her back. He lifted her up so that her quivering body lay on his arms like a cradle with his fat cock buried balls deep in her pussy. In a semi bent over position he used his hips and arms to pump her pussy. After a few strong strokes her orgasm overwhelmed her. She shuddered and her vibrating pussy struggled to squirt around Travis big dick. He quickly pulled himself out of her followed by her gushing orgasm. She lay in his arm cradle for several seconds as her orgasm peaked then slowly faded. 

And when she opened her eyes he knew she was ready so he positioned his dick and slowly, gently fed it into her again. She gasped and almost wriggled off of him but he was having none of it...he wasn't done fucking her yet and she knew it. Within a few strokes Travis kicked it into high gear again, fucking her hard. He was ramming her to another orgasm as he approached one himself. When she was past the crest of hers he pulled out and stood over her stroking his juicy cock. Just as she gained her composure he shot his thick load of cum all over her tits and face. When he was done he leaned in so she could suck his cock clean before licking the cum off of her own tits.

Before long the lovers were sound asleep in bed.

The next day Barb got up mid-morning and quickly rinsed off in the shower. She put back on the outfit from the night before plus the nipple studs. What the hell?" She thought. "It's not like the hotel staff don't know she came here to fuck Travis."

By the time she was ready to leave Travis was awake. She came to him and they kissed and thanked one another. As they walked towards the door together he stopped and gently held her arms from behind. They were standing next to a round table in the entrance hall as he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "Would you like to go home with a present for Grant."

Barb's neck went to gooseflesh as she quietly responded. "Yes."

Travis bent Barb over the table and she softly complied. He lifted up her dress and pulled her panties aside. His fingers told him she was plenty wet so he immediately stuffed his dick into her. It was a rough, urgent quickie. Within a few minutes he dumped a load of cum into her pussy, pulled out of her and repositioned her panties over her slutty pussy. Then she left.

Barb walked down the hallway texting Grant to meet her at home while she strained to hold his present inside. She never felt sluttier than she did striding through the hotel lobby with the first bits of leaking cum running down her inner thigh.

The cab ride home was not a short one, but she still thought Grant must have moved awfully fast to be ready at the front door with her latte. But he did and he was.

She smiled as she walked up the driveway and saw him waiting there. Barb thanked him for the latte and told him she had a gift for him. Grant knew instantly what it was.

When they got inside Barb set her latte on the table beside the couch, pulled off her dress, sat down and cocked one leg up onto the couch. She told Grant to strip which he did in record time. She was sipping her latte when he approached his prize.

First he licked up the insides of her thighs cleaning off all the cum that had leaked. Then he pushed his lips up along the sides of her wet panties and slurped out the cum that threatened to leak away. Then he slowly pulled down her panties, hungrily licking and swallowing all the gooey cum smeared around her pussy. When he had gobbled all he could from the outside of her pussy and her panties Grant put his lips around her pussy and spread her with his tongue to release what was left inside. Another substantial volume of cum flowed down his tongue into his waiting mouth.

After she was cleaned Grant carried on her licking her pussy while she got out her smart phone out to check messages. There were texts and messages from all of the partners imploring her to call. She chose to call back Tony who picked up the phone immediately.

"Hi Barb."

"Hi Tony."

"I heard about your conversation with Bob. So sorry about that. Listen you know we don't agree with all that. Stephanie is gone and you can have the money you requested." Said Tony anxious to get to the point.

"Thanks for that Tony. I am sorry to have to put you in that situation and I appreciate you making it happen. Why don't you let me show you my appreciation during tomorrow afternoon's game?"

"I'd love that Barb."

"Great, any time after 1:00 and bring Brad if he wants to come." Said Barb keenly aware of the word play.

She would make it up to Bob too but at a later date. While she was happy with the outcome she was mildly irritated at his weakness and mealy-mouthed approach.

Maybe she had demanded too much, but they were going to get their money's worth. Maybe she was a bad bitch, but Stephanie is the one that forced the matter. Oh well, this is what Barb wanted and she was entitled as anybody to get what she wanted.

Barb looked down at Grant who was still licking her pussy. She felt a tingle as she asked him. "Do you want to fuck me Grant?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Then why don't you come up here and fuck this slutty pussy right now..."



Slut Wife - Join the Club Literally



Sophie is a 35 year old french Canadian woman. Fluently bilingual, she speaks english with only a hint of an accent. She was raised by a single mom who was a contradiction in the eyes of her contemporaries. She provided Sophie with a safe and loving home and was at all times fiercely devoted to her. Yet personally she was a free-spirit, flighty and self-indulgent with a new man in her bed almost monthly. Neither downtrodden, abandoned, wicked or desperate for a husband she was more or less happily living the life she wanted to live. Sophie learned from her mother to be honest with herself and with others and not conforming to societies expectations.

Sophie matured at an early age. By the time she was 15 years old she looked much like her mother at 5'7" with curly dirty blond hair, piercing green eyes and a slim but shapely figure (36C-23-37). They share a special bond and her mother, herself raised by an oppressively conservative mother, was determined to raise Sophie in full awareness of the facts of life. 

Sophie was well aware of her beauty, but she was not vain nor narcissistic. Aside from her mother's influence this had a lot to do with the fact that she was always most comfortable in the company of males. She just found boys more adventurous and interesting whereas the girls were judgmental of her family situation and jealous of her beauty. Men have a very low tolerance for vanity or self-indulgence if you want to be "one of them". 

There was awkwardness as they all matured sexually but she never lost that connection to her male friends. They had imbued her with the absolute certainty of her own sex appeal, but only after having established individual respect. Not all of the guys grew into enlightened men and she slowly disconnected from them. 

Many of the others became interested in her sexually and she was often receptive because she shared that interest. That led to some heartache and occasional attribution of the "slut" label. However, by then she was a self-confident woman guided by a depth of experience and desire. Perhaps it would have been different if not for her mother's promiscuous ways, but her mother also prepared her to deal with men and sex by being smart and in control. She was a good lover and chose men who appreciated her for it.

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Gary is a 32 year old American from Chicago. He was raised in what appeared to be an average middle class home with loving parents. 

They were actually a bit more sexually liberated than was apparent. His parents were occasional swingers but it was their little secret. They were conscious of social acceptance and the fact that a house full of boys (three brothers) was not as ready for the facts of life as someone like Sophie.

While less explicit than Sophie's mother on matters of sex and gender they encouraged their kids to find their own path. Plus as the only woman in the house, Gary's mother presented herself very much as the champion of women and equal rights. If one of the boys was making a derogatory sexual comment about a girl, their mother was more likely to question their judgment of the girl than tell them to avoid such girls. Of course she didn't want to see her boys get hurt by "bad girls" but she figured it was better to build their understanding than to shelter them. 

She had a bit of a bad girl streak herself and knew it was futile to try to keep young men at bay. Plus she didn't really want to deny them the joys of sexually free women. Although this was all under the surface, Gary and his brothers were raised with a distinctly positive view of female sexuality.

At 6'1" 190 lbs. with brown hair and an athletic physique, Gary certainly attracted his share of women, but it was his innate regard for women that really drew them to him.

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Gary and Sophie first met while attending a community college in Chicago when she was 27 and he was 24. She was getting a two year diploma in health care administration and he was taking construction project management courses. 

For the first month Gary saw her as the stunning girl who didn't seem to own a bra. Not that she needed one. Her ample breasts were nicely rounded with that perfect bit of slope and separation that all real breasts have. She wasn't lascivious or raunchy. She simply believed her breasts didn't need to be improved or hidden. 

They met by accident through a mutual friend and hit it off right away. They fucked on the second date and she was the one who set it in motion. Gary had been with lots of women, but never one so clear in expressing her desires.

On that first night of passionate sex, Gary had already fucked her twice and she was gently stroking his cock again. He had never been fucked by a girl her. Responsive and physical and genuine she came to bed with her heels on and seemed to pull herself onto his cock when he was fucking her. She was propped up on one elbow with her full firm breast pressed against the side of his chest when she mentioned casually that she would like to see him again. "But I want you to understand that I am not looking for a boyfriend. I like to date men and not all guys are ok with that. I just don't want to start with any misunderstandings."

Sophie wouldn't tolerate a lover prying into her sex life. However, she also believed that everyone else has the same authority over their sex life and was well aware that many did not share her liberal views. It was only fair and practical that she let her lovers know that they were not exclusive.

"I understand." said Gary. "We have only been on two dates. I have no right to say anything about your sex life."

"It isn't a question of time Gary. Some of the men I date I have known for years. I just want to have fun with you without any jealousy."

She was offering him an opportunity to be one of the men she fucked and nothing more. Gary thanked her for letting him know, pulled her close with his powerful hand on her soft firm ass and kissed her deeply. "Very promising" thought Sophie as she manoeuvred herself between his powerful thighs to suck him back to hardness. Frankly he didn't give a fuck what she said because she started sucking his dick like she really liked it (because she did). And he was enjoying the thought of her working herself onto other men's cocks the same way she was wrapping her pretty slutty mouth around his cock.

Within a month Gary stopped seeking other women. He was under no delusions about his prospects with Sophie. But once he experienced her desire, expressed freely and without reservation or inhibition........he just couldn't go back to the pretty bundles of narcissism he had been dating.

Gary still dated now and then if women approached him, but for the most part he was happy to be with Sophie at least once a week. She didn't talk about the other men and when she was with him she gave him her undivided attention. He knew she would treat the other men the same and respected her for it. 

Sophie knew that the best way to ensure her lover's continued indulgence of her slutty ways was to keep them satisfied. Where other women would need to be begged to put on lingerie in the bedroom.....Sophie would often send Gary a message asking if there was anything he would like her to wear. She never refused any of his requests and usually showed up with some doubt as to how long she had been wearing it. Sophie didn't do that for all the men.

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By the time Sophie finished her diploma Gary had been graduated for a year and was working his way up the ladder at a medium sized construction management firm. Not being an American citizen she couldn't work in Chicago so she moved back to Montreal.

They carried on a long distance affair for another year. Gary wanted to be with her and the fact of her sexual activity hardly registered as a consideration. The portion of Sophie that he got was better than what any woman had ever offered. In a moment of impulse during a visit to Montreal he asked her to marry him. The minute the words left his mouth he wondered if he had just ruined everything. 

Notwithstanding everything that came before Sophie knew that some day she wanted to be married or at least settle down. Unlike all the other men, she truly loved Gary. She was in no rush but it was clear in her mind that if it ever came to choosing between Gary and her slutty ways she would choose Gary. 

Before Gary had a chance to second guess his proposal Sophie said yes with a proviso. It would not become "official" until she could organize herself to move to Chicago permanently. Gary understood the implications of this proviso almost immediately. At the point that they were "official" she would be monogamous. In the meantime she would break off relationships with her other lovers. She would tell the other men in person. The proviso was because she knew that she would likely take the opportunity to fuck them. 

Sophie thought nothing of fucking these other men as long as she was being forthright with Gary. However, once she was committed to him she would never betray that commitment. The thought of her being with these guys for a last time raised butterflies in Gary's stomach, but not for the reason most men would think. For the first time he would be her sole source of sexual satisfaction and he did not know if he was up to the challenge. He hadn't assumed marriage meant monogamy but she had and he followed her lead.

Sophie agreed to come to Chicago in a month to be married in a small civil ceremony. Gary flew back to Chicago knowing full well Sophie would be spending the interim in the arms of other men, spreading her beautiful legs and using her pretty mouth to give them one last piece of sexual ecstasy. He couldn't quite understand why this proposition was so intoxicating, but he knew it was unique to Sophie. Her sexual activities were always an expression of her desire, not submission to any man. Sophie's sex belonged to her and her alone. It was only for her to give, not for anyone to take.

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After three years of marriage Sophie and Gary were very much in love. She was faithful and Gary was confident that Sophie wanted him more than anyone or anything else. However, that didn't mean she lacked desire for other men. Unlike most men he didn't live in the delusion that upon entering marriage their wife ceased to have meaningful desire or interest in other men. He never wanted Sophie to feel compelled to accept and reinforce that delusion for his sake. It seemed to Gary a silly expectation considering that the vast majority of men never lost their desire for other women. 

In fact, preferred to know that his lovely wife still had desire for other men. He never wanted to lose Sophie and it seemed as though every marriage break-up he had witnessed came about when the magic had worn off and one or both spouses realized they had been living a lie. They didn't talk about it but Gary never deluded himself and Sophie never expressed the slightest regret or lamented the loss of her sexual freedom. It was Gary who wondered if he had made a mistake by not clarifying at the outset that he did not expect her to abandon her polyamorous ways. 

It took time to come to grips with his own feelings. At first he thought it was a simple matter of not wanting to see her give up something she enjoyed even if that something was sex with other men. However, it was more than sex that she was giving up. Sophie had always enjoyed the company of men and the lines between friend and lover were blurred. Her primary friendships and social interactions were altered by monogamy. When he saw her with other wives he no longer saw the sparkle of a vivacious woman enjoying the company she kept. She was still sexy and beautiful and every bit the minx in their sexual relations, but no longer untamed. 

Plus....he no longer got to experience the delicious, torturous yet titillating awareness of her sexual activities with other men. He increasingly obsessed over wanting to not only know about it, but see it for himself. 

At the three year mark Gary was coming to grips with wanting her to go back to being a slut. She was a slut the day he met her. It was marriage that had turned her into something she wasn't. His own feelings still weren't clear but he that knew these urges were much stronger than any feelings of jealousy or insecurity.

However, he couldn't find the right way to express his feelings. He had no desire to be with other women and feared that if he suggested an open relationship or the swingers scene that Sophie might misinterpret his motivation. They had never discussed the fact that prior to marriage he rarely dated other women nor the depth of his desire to be devoted to her as a slut. 

It was the swingers scene that provided the first opening. Upon learning that one of his brothers had started attending a swingers club (in another City) it came up in conversation. It was Sophie who asked if it was something Gary would enjoy. She didn't see it as an outlet for her but sensed something was up with him and wondered if he found their marriage getting stale. She was as devoted to him as he was to her and not given to jealousy so she thought maybe it was an avenue to explore. In a rare example of miscommunication they decided to try it, each thinking they were doing so for the benefit of the other.

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They started going to a local swingers club. Most of the people they met there were very nice and easy going but like anyone they had their hang-ups, predispositions and delusions.

Sophie didn't find anyone to her liking until the third visit to the club - being sexually open didn't mean she wasn't particular. Even then it was more a matter of getting on with it than any real attraction to the man. On that night all Gary wanted to do was watch his wife but the man's wife just wouldn't leave him alone. It was all he could do to get a glimpse of them as they walked together to the private room area. Gary could tell that she lacked her usual gregarious, flirty, supremely self-confident manner. 

Later she told Gary that she had only sucked him off. That excited him, but also made him feel guilty. His attraction to her had always been rooted in the admiration of a sexually confident woman. The last thing he wanted was for her to be sucking dicks because he had put her in a wrong circumstance.

Meanwhile, Sophie felt no jealousy when attractive and nice women wanted to be with Gary or he expressed interest in them. However, there were occasionally narcissistic attention whores and she always kind of felt like Gary was too good for them. He never went for them but she loathed even seeing them put him in a position of having to find a tactful escape.

The swingers club experience helped them reconnect with one another, but their enthusiasm for the club soon faded. Too often the sex left her flat and him feeling guilty. He needn't have felt guilty. Sophie didn't feel forced. The sex was decidedly mediocre but sucking cocks really stirred up those old feelings of being a promiscuous slut. There had always been a titillation to that side of her that transcended the actual physical experience. She still didn't comprehend how much her sluttiness turned Gary on.

They had taken a months long pause from the club when they stopped in one night for a drink and met Tina and Rob. He was the first man that elicited any genuine interest from Sophie and Tina was the first woman Gary had seen who exuded anything like Sophie's sexuality. They rarely attended the club but live nearby and were just out for a casual drink as well. The electricity was obvious right away.

After about an hour Tina suggested that Sophie and Rob go to one of the private rooms. Sophie seized the chance. And for the first time Gary got to watch her walk away with Rob without a wife chirping in his ear. Tina watched Gary the whole time but waited in silence until the other two had left. Only then did she start asking Gary about he and Sophie and their interest in swinging. She noticed right away how much he talked about what Sophie wanted or needed. A few minutes later she led him to a private room.

When they got there, Tina casually released the clasp behind her neck and her dress fell to the floor. All that remained was a diamond bellybutton pendant, a delicate ankle bracelet and strappy high heel shoes. She was beautiful - voluptuous with olive skin, big brown nipples, neatly groomed everywhere and possessing of infinite confidence in her own sex appeal. 

Gary was frozen in place for just a moment, so Tina slowly undressed him. When he was naked she stood in front of him stroking his cock slowly as casually as if she was shaking his hand.

"You have an impressive body." Purred Tina while she gently stroked him. "Sophie must have trouble finding anyone here that measures up, trust me I know." She looked into his eyes as his cock got hard in her hand. "I am sure she will enjoy Rob though. He is quite a stud." Gary's cock hardened and twitched in her hand when she said that.

Then Tina broke through to the thought that had lingered beneath the surface almost since the day Gary had met Sophie. "Hmmmm, you like the idea of her fucking other men don't you Gary?"

Gary nodded. "Isn't that why most men are here?"

"Not at all darling. Most men are here because they are hoping to get laid by someone new. Usually it is all they can do to accept their wives being with other men. Even experienced swingers don't usually react the way you just did. Have you two been doing this for a while?" Tina smiled at Gary.

"No, we just starting testing the waters a few months ago." 

"Hmmmmm. You are a natural Gary. When I said "hard cock" you thought of Rob's big hard cock sliding in and out of Sophie right now didn't you?" Tina was slowly pushing her luck, but she knew he enjoyed it from the way his cock reacted to her soft stroking and her dirty words. Gary was taking short breaths lingering on her every word. His secret was out and he knew it as he nodded his response. Yes he was thinking about Rob fucking his wife.

"Your Sophie is a lucky lady. Just like me. Now since Rob is going to want to hear all about how you fucked me with this nice big dick of yours maybe we better get to it."

Tina backed up until she could sit on the couch behind her, salaciously pulling Gary forward by his cock. She sat and spread her legs wide so she could pull herself towards him and suck his big twitching cock as its swollen head pointed directly at lips. Tina expertly licked and sucked him to the edge of orgasm several times. Each time pausing before he went over the edge and taking a moment for dirty chat about what was going on. It was surreal. Gary had only ever been with one woman who was so intoxicating, but he and Sophie hadn't yet ever talked so easily about his deepest desires. He didn't care if Tina judged him for his dirty mind and perverse urges. He liked hearing from Tina how Rob was the same way and how fortunate Sophie was to have him.

Eventually Tina released her grip on his cock and leaned back. Legs spread she looked up at him to make the next move. Without thinking Gary dropped to his knees and started to lick her sweet wet pussy. He knew from the things she had just said that she was a slut. Gary was licking the pussy of a woman he knew was fucking other men regularly. He missed doing this for Sophie.

Tina wriggled and squirmed in delight with her hands gently placed on his head occasionally directing his eager tongue where she wanted him. There was no lying in her reaction. She enjoyed him. And just when he was ready she whispered "fuck me Gary."




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Gary pulled himself up into a squat position and slowly inserted his long thick cock into her soft welcoming pussy as they looked one another in the eye. She gave the tiny shiver of a horny slut as he brushed her clit then pushed his dick head past it. Tina moaned, arched her back as the full length of his cock entered her. She had no problem taking all of him but she was snug and warm and wet. Though she had brought him nearly to orgasm he managed to control himself long enough to give her a good fucking before he pulled out and stood before her stroking his cock. Tina instinctively leaned forward and took it deep in her throat. She eased back, maintaining suction until she felt his hips buck and his cock twitch as he fed her his cum. Powerful and voluminous she struggled to swallow it all, leaving a bit to dribble off of her sultry lips. 

"Thank you Gary. I sure hope Sophie had as much fun as I did." Again his cock twitched at the mention of her name even though he was spent. 

In the other private room Rob had been lustily kissing and caressing Sophie. She was a rare find. A deeply sexual woman without pretense or insecurity. She soon had herself wrapped around him, using her fit hamstrings to pull herself onto his hard cock as he thrust into her over and over again. He too pulled out of her when he was ready to come and fed her a load of cum from his delicious cock.

Both pairs took their time leaving the private area. When Gary and Tina came into the main room they saw Rob and Sophie at the bar. They were acting familiar and close. She had her arms around his neck and he had his around her waist, occasionally brushing and squeezing her ass eliciting a smile and gentle kiss each time. This was not forced or contrived. They were lovers now, at least for the moment. Gary stopped and suggested they sit down across the room. "Let's give them some time." said Gary with his arm around Tina's waist.

"This man is a natural." thought Tina

After another hour passed the four of them came together again. Sophie casually left Rob's arms and fell into Gary's while Tina did the opposite. They exchanged numbers and left the club.

Once in the car, Gary looked at his lovely wife and said "That was fun."

"Yes it was." responded Sophie. 

Neither said anything more on the ride home. They were on the same wave length and they knew it.

In the days before marriage Sophie often had sex with more than one man in a single day. It wasn't simply happenstance. It made her feel slutty and dirty and she liked that. He didn't know it but Gary was usually her "go to" guy. Anytime, day or night she was welcome in his bed. Usually if she had been with another man she showered first or if she didn't have time to shower she would direct him away from oral sex. She knew most men would not want to lick a freshly fucked pussy. However, on a few occasions Gary had resisted all attempts at deflection and ate her freshly fucked pussy anyway. He didn't know that was the case then but had fantasized about it more than once. 

The few times she had fucked other men at the swingers club she always went straight to the shower when she got home. This night when they walked in the front door Gary couldn't wait another second. He tore off her skimpy dress, carried her to the couch, spread her legs and got down on his knees. As Sophie lay there spread and available with her hand in his hair she knew that her sex with Rob was part of what had Gary so horny. She wondered if he had always been this way. Maybe this is why he had always been the "go to" guy. Maybe this is what he wanted all along. She felt like a slutty dirty girl again. And it was better than ever because she was realizing that Gary liked it this way too.

Over the coming months they hooked up with Tina and Rob inside and outside the club. The connection between the four of them was the highlight of their swinging experience. In many ways, Tina saw everyone a little more clearly than they saw themselves or each other. She became the catalyst for Sophie's understanding of Gary's true nature and Gary's understanding of Sophie's inner slut.

Tina was soon convinced that these two were a natural slut wife and cuckold. She asked her friend Irena if they could be considered for membership in the club. Irena agreed that she should raise the topic with them, starting with Sophie naturally.

Tina first made Sophie aware of the asymmetrical relationship she had with Rob. Until that point all of their sex play had been as a foursome. Tina started to spend time with Sophie alone and slowly let it be known that she saw other men without Rob but the opposite wasn't true. Sophie was pretty sure Gary had not been as sexually active as she had prior to marriage. She found that titillating and interesting, but hadn't considered a life where that was explicit. 

Eventually she asked Tina about how her and Rob came to this place in their sex lives. Tina had never not been a slut when with him and he had always wanted little more than her. In time it grew into a fetish. He gets laid all the time now but via the clubs or other women Tina knows. However, there never has been any rule or agreement. He is free to pursue other women but just doesn't. She explained that there are lots of different variations of their lifestyle and maybe the best explanation would be by way of reference to the "other" club they attended. The lady who runs the club had put together an orientation summary and maybe that would help explain. One day Tina brought it to lunch and gave it to Sophie to take home and review.

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Welcome to Slut Wife Club. 

We are an exclusive private members club for couples in wife led relationships. Our goal is to provide an environment in which our members can interact with other members who share our sexual preferences. 

Background

My name is Irena. I own and run the club with generous support from our members. Dominant by nature, I am head mistress. 

As alternative lifestyle proponents, we are keenly aware that each relationship is unique and deserving of respect and acceptance. However, not all approaches are consistent with one another. For this reason, membership is subject to a rigorous assessment of fit and compatibility. We do not purport to have the right philosophy but we do set the tone for our members when they are at the club. 

Female Sexuality

Women enjoy good sex. To the extent that we are more reticent to engage in sex than men it is because of the fact that it often isn't very good and is frequently followed by negative reinforcement.

We believe in three basic immutable facts. 

Firstly, women are sexually superior. Our capacity for sex is effectively unlimited whereas male capacity is limited. Even a very satisfying lover cannot keep up with the frequency and variety requirements of a true slut. A willing woman can satisfy as many men as she chooses to enjoy.

Secondly, the first point is largely a by-product of the fact that the female orgasm is different and more elusive than the male orgasm. We aren't better, just different and more complex by nature.

Thirdly, societal pressures and dominance driven male delusion have built up to the point where women are effectively precluded from being honest with their sexual needs. For a sexually mature and desirous woman to achieve sexual satisfaction she must be with men who can overcome their conditioning and insecurities. 

Polyamory

The wives in our club are polyamorous. They have regular sexual relations with multiple men. We simply provide a meeting place for those who are in this lifestyle. Our wives choose polyamory for a variety of reasons.

No man is the best ever all the time. We all have "off" nights and women crave variety as much as men. Being required to assuage male sensibilities puts up a barriers to honest communication and constrains his ability to be a better lover. For men, some sex may be better sometimes than others but unlike a woman he can almost always achieve a "happy ending".

Even when the sex is very good a woman may want more sex long after the man is done. This is not wrong. Denial reinforces the guilt and shame that has been pushed upon us for wanting fulfillment.

Women do think about multiple male partners at once and, unlike most men, are entirely capable of satisfying all of those partners. 

Dating multiple men often reduces the expectations of each partner or sexual interaction which often makes the sex better. Not needing a single man to be the perfect and complete package allows a woman to relax and enjoy each man for what he offers. If the man's jealousy and insecurity are neutralized he also relaxes and enjoys himself more and the pair can develop a positive feedback loop.

Having to cater to a man's insecurities dampen's a woman's ardour. The need to filter her responses reduces spontaneity and frequently obliges her to forego something she truly desires. Over time her connection to her own basic instincts becomes clouded. Giving her freedom to be honest will increase her desire.

In purely physical terms, it is almost a statement of the obvious that a sexually mature woman would want multiple partners. She chooses otherwise for reasons personal to her, but it is rarely because the thought of being with other men never crossed her mind or because her significant other is the world's greatest lover.

Women have them same urges as men. The difference is that we have the power to make those fantasies come true.

For most of our members polyamory isn't a matter of finding a better man because their husband is inadequate. It is a matter of realizing that no one man is adequate to please a fully sexualized woman.

Why Not Equally Open Sex?

The most common question we receive is "Why is it ok for the woman to seek other sexual partners but not the man?"

There is no right answer, but in our approach it is a matter of necessity. Let me explain by way of comparison. As previously noted there are as many alternative lifestyles as there are couples. However, for this purpose I will simplify to three broad variations of sexually open lifestyles.

Swingers are couples that engage in sex with other couples on the primary basis that they play in pairs or at least in the same place at the same time. Open relationships involve committed couples who individually date other people. Hotwifing involves wife led relationships where the wife has sex with others but dictates the man's sexual activities.

These lifestyles are not mutually exclusive from one another or any number of other fetishes. Many of our members also attend swingers clubs. Some are in other alternative or traditional monogamous lifestyles and use the club as an outlet or fetish. That is all ok with us as long as they abide by our rules when in the club.

The best way I can think of to articulate the nature of our path is to recount what our members tell us of why they joined after having experience in an open or swingers relationship.

Many of those that came to us from the swinger lifestyle found that it was a source of sexual variety but sexual freedom and exploration was restricted somewhat by the format. They were still tied to their partner and their partners needs as well as the needs of the spouse in the other couple. Some felt pressured to accommodate others and jealousy is an ever present factor. These challenges are particularly evident among couples where one partner is notably more attractive or adventurous than the other. As one beautiful frustrated woman said to me "I spend my time fending off and occasionally having bad sex with average middle aged men so that my husband can get laid by their wives. Meanwhile I am obliged not to date the gorgeous single men who hit on me regularly." The issues usually come from the conduct of spouses more so than the clubs or social group which are usually open, welcoming.

Those that came to us from open relationships describe it as simply being free to date. A dilution of their marital commitment so that they can re-enter the singles scene but with more complications. For people who never thrived in the singles scene in the first place it can be very disappointing. The outside lovers tend to want to develop some kind of relationship which can take away from the partnership. Jealousy usually comes into the picture and sometimes turns the whole thing into a dating competition. In that case, the woman almost always wins, leaving the man at home or cruising singles bars in futility while his wife goes out on regular dates. As another woman said to me "It simply reduced our commitment in exchange for sexual variety rather than sexual depth. While I liked the extra male attention, they were less enlightened than my husband and often less satisfying. Dating guys (frequently jerks) just because they were handsome or had big dicks got old real fast." 

Note that the common thread among the above anecdotes is that male conduct is the barrier to female sexual enlightenment. The compulsion to manage outcomes, compete, protect their insecurities or reinforce their egos lead men to create an environment that our female members find sexually oppressive or unappealing. The very fact of men trying to control the agenda turns them away and they do not want to or believe they should have to behave like a man to control their own sexual outcomes. 

That is why the goal of hotwifing as we practice it is to transfer control to women. In principle we don't seek to deny male sexual satisfaction although this may occur to break the pattern of learned behaviour or indulge mutually stimulating fetishes. Along the way many men find that greater rewards are available than that which comes from sticking their dick into a woman as quickly and often as possible. 

The transference of control to women is also one of the key reasons they are prepared to come to the club and share their sexuality openly. If men were permitted to cruise the club and treat it like a singles bar the women would flee or be far less open. Virtually all of our female members report that their sexual activity increases dramatically, including with their cuckolds and other cuckolds who are permitted by their wives. In the words of one of our male cuckold members "I have far more and better sex now than at any point in my life. All I had to do was realize that my wife's satisfaction was in conflict with my need to be the entire source of that satisfaction. Me delusions were impairing both of our sex lives."

Cuckold Training

We do not seek to diminish our men. We love them and want them with us. The purpose of cuckold training is simply to establish and help them internalize a more honest perspective of their wives and women. We are attempting to undo thousands of years of learned behaviour and myths that have come to be seen as truths. There are four main elements to our training regime.

Every cuckold must become accustomed to seeing his wife have sex with other men. They require repeated tangible evidence that other men offer something unique and beneficial to her sex life. In the process the cuckold will also see that no one man does it all and hopefully come to see himself as first among equals. He needs to understand that it isn't just him that is inadequate on his own, but all men. He will also gain a clear and objective perspective on what his wife enjoys, which will help him become a better lover. We generally consider that he needs to see her have sex at least 50 times, with a minimum of 10 different men and at least 5 times with more than one man at a time. 

A period of chastity or denial of sex to the cuckold is also critical to their training. The requirements vary widely and are determined by the wife. The male biological imperative is very strong, something for which we true sluts are very grateful. However, the merest prospect of sex will be an untenable distraction for the man. For him to properly focus on his wife, whether in action or observation, we must remove any prospect of him having sex. The cuckold also learns how stimulating and rewarding can be this period of build-up. Immersed in desire and hyper-sensitive to their wife's sexuality many report that this suspended state of titillation is something they crave as part of all sexual encounters including ones were they are permitted to cum.

The cuckold must be laid bare. Naked and exposed at all times in the club he has no opportunity to delude himself or others about his physical gifts (or lack thereof). Ego and insecurities are largely neutralized and he will come to understand the implications, positive and negative, of the human body objectified.

Finally, the cuckold must learn to submit to his wife and mistress. The basic premise is to give the wife room to lead. However, given men's primal urge to assume the leadership role we must usually go to extra lengths before he can truly comprehend what is required. The club maintains a strict hierarchy of authority with women at the top. The cuckolds range of permitted activities are dictated by the wife. And he is required to perform tasks or accept circumstances which he would not normally accept. Eating of cream pies, leashing and referring to women as mistress are just a few of the tools utilized to condition the man to follow his wife's lead.

The training of the cuckold is also the wife's training in how he should be led and managed. Once the training is complete each couple finds their own equilibrium. Some men adapt very well to their new mindset while others may require ongoing reinforcement. Some couples delve deeper into fetish and others are comparatively traditional. The one constant is that each relationship is wife led.

Role of the Lovers

Lovers or Studs are men chosen by the club for their ability to contribute to broadening the sexual horizons of the female member. Unlike wives and cuckolds they are not members. The club regularly changes up the stable of lovers for the benefit of the members.

Some people refer to lovers as "Bulls" We don't subscribe to the philosophy of superior men being brought in to satisfy the wife and humiliate the husband. This approach implies the ongoing submission of women and the abandonment and emotional destruction of the cuckold which is inconsistent with our philosophy.

We aim for the lovers to be wonderful open-minded men who form positive relationships and interactions with wives and cuckolds. However, they are here for the wives' enjoyment. They are to be treated with respect but not idolized or praised for doing what every man naturally wants to do anyway. 

Female Responsibility

The nature of our club involves men ceding control to women. The quid pro quo is that power must be used wisely to everyone's benefit and never abused. As a leader you forfeit the right to whine, complain, be vengeful or bitchy when things don't go your way. Hypocrites, back stabbers and power abusers undermine our cause and philosophy will be asked to leave.

As leaders, wives also have a deep responsibility to be open-minded about their cuckolds. It is quite likely that as you both explore your desires you will find things you didn't expect to find. It is incumbent upon the wife to be just as open as she is asking of her cuckold. You may find he likes to suck cock or is fiercely attracted to one of the other wives. You should help him explore these desires and, if it consistent with your philosophy, facilitate their indulgence. If this makes him less of a man in your eyes or arouses unmanageable jealousy then this may not be right for you.

It is to be expected that early on the woman will be focussed on her own needs and fulfillment. The club and its members will be patient and offer guidance as she learns to also be conscious of her cuckolds needs . She must continually ask herself if his training is broadening his horizons as well as hers? Is she presenting challenges he will overcome to their mutual benefit or grinding him under her heel? Are the other participants treating him well?




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Obviously our definition of acceptable behaviour is different from the norm. There are strong overtones of dominant/submissive and BDSM lifestyles. It is incumbent upon all members and lovers to try to understand each perspective and when a line should not be crossed.

In our club I am the authority. Having being in the lifestyle for a long time and supported by three wonderful cuckolds who are the centre of my life, I am well aware of where the line is and when it has been crossed. The forbearance and acceptance of our cuckolds is the cornerstone of this lifestyle so let me be clear on this point. I will not tolerate the kind of sneering disdain that is intended to hurt.

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Sophie read the orientation summary half a dozen times. It was kind of strident and fetish oriented. It seemed a bit extreme to her but she also couldn't put it out of her mind. 

She didn't know how Gary would react, but she thought if anything he might be too inclined to jump in. Tina had already explained that contrary to what many people assume, it is often the cuckold who most thoroughly embraces this situation. And true slut wives depend on their cuckold for strength.

She presented it to Gary as just another club referred by Tina. They had both expressed reservations about the swingers club and this was just a variation to consider. He was keen to try.

Over a period of weeks they met with Irena several times until she was satisfied that they were a good fit for the club. Eventually she met them at the club and gave them a tour of the facility off hours. It was a nondescript single story building with few windows and a parking lot and primary entrance in back beyond an innocuous but secure entrance gate. 

Inside the space was somewhere between a spa and a pub. They walked into a modest sized lobby where there was a single reception desk and three doors to other rooms. Irena met them there looking stunning as always. She was wearing a pencil skirt, back seam stocking, 4" patent leather heels and a tight fitted blouse with no bra. Almost severe but so sexy and warm in her manner.

"Sophie, Gary I am so pleased to see you." said Irena as she gave each of them a chesty hug and kiss on each cheek. "First things first. Since we are here in the club we will adopt all club policies. I know we aren't open right now but you need to get used to it." she said looking more at Gary than Sophie.

"Ok." said Gary.

"No its not ok on many levels cuckold. I was making a statement not asking a question so your assent was neither required or requested. If a question was being asked in the presence of your wife you will defer to her to provide the answer unless the question is clearly directed at you. If I should ask you a question to which I require a response it will be 'yes mistress'. And if you have a question you will address me first by saying Excuse me mistress. I know you were unfamiliar but I am confident you will not forget. Is that clear?"

"Uh....yes mistress."

"Good and that applies to any woman." Smiled Irena. Now over here on the left we have the entrance to the ladies change area, in the middle the lover's change area and on the right is the cuckold's change area. Wives may go anywhere they want except the administrative offices and mechanical room. Cuckolds are more restricted so let's start there." Irena took Gary's arm and directed him to the cuckold's change area.

Once inside she paused in front of a bench between two rows of lockers. "Take off your clothes Gary."

Excited and not wanting to rebuked again Gary took his clothes off quickly. Irena placed them in a locker with his name on it and took out of the locker a steel ring and a chain leash. She stepped towards Gary and took his balls in her hands gently pushing one then the other through the ring. His cock was still just soft enough for to pull it through the ring as last. The feel of her hand yanking his cock as the ring settled around the base of his package made his dick hard.

Irena smiled at him as she stroked him hard. "Be careful with this now cuckold. You can see that when your dick is hard the ring won't come off or go on. If it ever gets stuck just think of being trapped in this forever and your dick will get soft real fast."

Irena clipped the leash onto the ring and turned towards Sophie pulling Gary behind her. "He has a nice cock for cuckold."

She showed them around the change room. It had the usual stuff plus a nice hot tub and sauna. On the side opposite where they entered another door led to the cuckold lounge. It looked like a big sports bar - pool tables, TVs, video games plus an area of more fetish looking equipment and lots of chairs and couches. One long wall was all glass and looked over to the sluts lounge.

"So unaccompanied cuckolds are restricted to this lounge and their change room." said Irena clearing addressing Sophie but so that Gary could hear as she slowly walked the length of the room. 

At the far end of the room was an opening to a hallway and a touch screen pad next to the opening. Irena continued. "This pad has the status of all the cuckolds in the club. There is a chip in his cock ring that identifies him and this wand...." She clipped it onto the ring around his cock and balls...."allows me to identify the cuckold and check his profile, permissions and requirements. You as his wife indicate what activities he is allowed to participate in and anything you require him to do. Before you leave we will do a run through and set him up for his first visit. Most of the settings are locked on default until his training is advanced and I see how he is doing."

Irena then unclipped the wand and continued into the hallway. It was darker here and there were doors on left and right with red and green lights above them. Some doors were in pairs.

"So this is the private area. Each of these doors leads to a private room and the double doors are a private room plus a viewing booth. Cuckolds are permitted in this area if they are led by any wife as long as his wife has granted permission to come here."

It was a long hallway that circled around 180 degrees before they walked into another large space.

"This is the wives lounge or the sluts lounge as the members called it most of the time." It also had some TVs and a bar but the rest was mainly deep booths lining the walls and a large open area more like a dance floor or reception hall. "You can see the cuckold lounge there on the other side of the glass. It is a very different feel isn't it. See this lounge is mainly where we pick our men. Lots of women go to the private rooms but like I said women have the run of the place. Your lover can fuck you right up against that glass if you like Sophie. And if you want to sit and relax in the cuckold lounge you can go anytime."

"Do wives go to the cuckold lounge often?" Asked Sophie.

"Oh yes all the time. There is actually a regular contingent in there. Each night we try to arrange for about 15% of the wives to spend time with the cuckolds. That is a ratio of almost 1 for every 7 cuckolds which is more than enough to attend to their needs."

"And in the sluts lounge?"

"There is usually about 4 men for every slut. Obviously we put physical characteristics as a high priority in how lovers are chosen, but they aren't simply here for their big cocks. We need them to be intelligent, mature, emotionally stable and in sync with our philosophy. I think you'll find we have an excellent group of gentlemen who will be just dying for a little piece of you Sophie."

"Now then I think that is the end of our tour except for the lovers change room and the sluts change room. Why don't you have a walk through there Sophie and I will walk Gary back to his locker. We will meet you back at reception."

Irena took her time. She walked a slow sultry gait swinging her arm just enough to tug on Gary cock ring with every stride.

Moments later Sophie and Gary were back in the car with new locker assignments and membership starting the next saturday. 

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Saturday night couldn't come soon enough. Gary dressed in basic street clothes knowing he would just be leaving them in his locker anyway. Sophie dressed with her usual flair - slim fit jeans, high heels and a snub low-cut top - but nothing special. However, she had a small bag full of sluttier outfits. 

When they got to the club about 9:00 p.m. there was already a buzz of activity. The lady at reception welcomed Sophie and directed her to the sluts change area where Tina was waiting for her. Gary was instructed to go prepare himself then come back to reception where Irena was going to meet him.

Inside the cuckold changing room, the others greeted him politely but otherwise left him alone. Gary undressed and fitted himself with the steel ring just as Irena had done. All the other cuckolds had the same hardware except the ones with full chastity cages. He felt comparatively comfortable in the locker room but completely exposed as he returned to the lobby. 

As he approached the reception desk the lady there checked her watch, assessing the speed with which he had carried out her instructions Gary imagined. She smiled warmly and stepped out from behind the desk, took the leash from his hand and attached it to his steel ring. Then she introduced herself. Suzi was a stunning Japanese/American lady who looked every inch a slut.

Suzi looped the handle end of his leash around a hook on the side of the reception desk and turned to call Irena. "Gary, the new cuckold is here Irena. Yes, of course he is waiting patiently for you." Then she turned to Gary. "Mistress Irena will be along shortly. Wait here." she instructed.

It was probably 10 minutes before Irena arrived by which time dozens of people had seen him tethered to the reception desk. It was obvious which men were the lovers because they went to the correct change area. Several observed him there. He saw no judgment or disdain, but rather they seemed to be registering the fact that there must also be a new slut wife.......his slut wife.

When Irena arrived she simply grabbed his leash and said "Come."

They strolled through the cuckold changing area and emerged into the cuckold lounge. It was a visual feast of sexuality. Ten or so beautiful women were scattered about the room. Some were having sex with the men. Others were instructing the men to do various things from licking ass to sucking other men's cocks. Three men were strapped to tables where a petite brunette was teasing them each to the edge of orgasm before going to the next restrained male. And many men were just hanging out watching TV, drinking beer and playing pool.

"Oh there she is now." said Irena as she rushed over to the glass wall with Gary in tow.

And there was Sophie. She was wearing black hot pants that clung so tight he could see the lips of her slutty pussy, 4" black patent leather heels and a cable knit scoop necked half top that was struggling to contain her beautiful tits. She was talking to two men.....flirting.......touching their arms......finding any reason to brush her hard nipples across the one man's powerful bicep.....letting them put their arms around her and squeeze her full firm ass. One of the men was naked and stood in front of Sophie with a cock that was at least 3" bigger than Gary's. The room was full of beautiful women and hung studs.

"She is a natural Gary....and so are you." said Irena looking down at his rigid cock.

Sophie didn't see them watching her. The man next to her who was getting most of her attention put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear. Sophie nodded and smiled and the two of them headed for the private rooms.

"Well it looks as though we can start your training right away Gary." noted Irena with obvious reference to seeing Sophie get fucked by another man. She led Gary to the private room area in just enough time to see Sophie and her stud enter one of the rooms. Irena led him into the viewing booth where they sat down to watch.

This guy was right out of central casting. Tall, muscular toned and tanned he must have been 6'4" and 230 lbs. Sophie stood before him and slowly undressed him obviously enjoying running her hands over his beautiful body. When she finally took of his boxer shorts, out sprung a thick long cock. It looked to be about 10" long and 6" around and elicited a subtle smile from Sophie. 

Gary's own cock was hard enough to cut diamonds and was at an all time best 8" as he took in this scene. His dick was still like the junior version of this man's cock. Irena paid close attention to his every reaction, but saw only excitement and desire.

Sophie slowly started stroking the man's huge cock, chatting idly and giggling with him in a familiar way. Then she peeled off her top and put her arms at her sides while he fondled her beautiful tits each one fitting perfectly in his large strong hands. She peeled off her pants bending at the waist and struggling to get them over her shoes. So she fell back onto the couch behind her and put her legs in the air for him to pull them off, which he did delicately and without removing her shoes. As if to reward him she stayed laid back and spread her legs revealing her naked pussy and offering it to him. The man got on his knees and slowly started licking her while he held her legs apart and in the air. The way his big hands engulfed her thighs made her seem small.

Gary watched with rapt attention as Sophie put her hands in her lover's hair and asked him to fuck her. Gary only saw her mouth move.....saying "fuck me, please fuck me." as her beautiful legs stayed spread and in the air for him. The man pulled himself up and looked into her eyes as he slowly eased his huge cock past her full wet pussy lips. Sophie gasped and arched her back at the feel of such a large cock entering her for the first time in years, but he slid into her easily. He didn't push his dick all the way into her on the first thrust but it was still deeper than Gary could reach and he saw it on her face. Within a few strokes he was stuffing her until his big balls slapped against her ass and she wrapped her long sexy legs around him pulling him into her. Sophie her insides to his manhood and it looked as though she needed to be hollow to take it all. Her body started to shudder and her motor skills failed her. As orgasm swept over her she became a squirming mass of cock slut and her lover had to hold her firmly to keep fucking her. 

After what seemed like forever he was ready to cum. The man pulled his dick out of her and stood over her trembling body stroking it. Sophie struggled to pull herself up to meet him with her mouth while he shot his load of cum all over her tits and face. She got there just for the final taste and regained her composure enough to clean his dick thoroughly.

Gary finally exhaled as the two lovers lay there exhausted caressing each other. They lingered a while longer chatting casually while Sophie cleaned her naked body with one of the many towels stacked on a shelf in the room. Eventually she reached up and gave him a long deep kiss before sending him on his way. Sophie took her time getting dressed before leaving, not yet aware that Gary had seen the whole thing. 

Once she was gone Irena reached over and put her neatly manicured fingers around his throbbing cock. "Your training has begun now Gary. Are you ok?"

"Yes mistress Irena."

Irena led Gary from the viewing booth to the sluts lounge. Sophie was chatting with two different men when Irena sidled up to her and whispered something in her ear. Sophie saw Gary there but just gave him a thin smile before turning her attention back to the other men.

Irena led Gary back through the private area to the cuckold lounge where she found one of her cuckolds. She said to him "Darling, the new slut Sophie could use your services when she next goes to the private area. There she is there." She said pointing to Sophie through the glass wall. "Let me know when you see her go in."

"Yes mistress."

For the next 20 minutes or so Irena led Gary around introducing him to members in the cuckold lounge. Eventually Irena's cuckold approached her and stood next to her waiting.

When she noticed him she turned and said "Yes, what is it darling?"

"The new slut Sophie is on her way to the private area with two men mistress Irena."

"Thank you darling." And she took his leash and led both cuckolds to the private rooms.

Suzi who had been monitoring the private hallway pointed Irena to the room where she Sophie enter. This time Irena had her cuckold wait outside the door while she took Gary into the viewing booth.

Now Sophie was wearing a skimpy red dress with her tits almost spilling out and her ass barely covered. Suzi knocked and entered gently when one of the men opened the door. She whispered something to him then left.

For a longtime the two men stood with Sophie between them, taking turns kissing her and caressing her body. Soon they were both naked. One was a black man with a similar build to Gary but a slightly larger cock. The other was a clean cut white guy, again much the same build as Gary.

Aside from her shoes the only article of clothing Sophie wore was the skimpy dress. As she pulled it up and over her head to reveal her sexy body the two men got on their knees, one in front of her and one behind. They proceeded to sandwich her between their probing tongues as Sophie gasped in surprise and let out a little giggle of pleasure. This time when she was ready Sophie guided both men into position. 

She put the white guy on the couch and started sucking his dick while she knelt with her ass in the air offering it to the black man. After they spent 10 minutes stuffing her with cock from both ends she had them switch. She could tell the black guy was ready to cum and this time she wanted to swallow all of it. As if synchronized she quickly brought him to orgasm just as the other man was grunting his orgasm from behind. Gary watched as both men's bodies stiffened, thrusted and twitched while unloading their jizz into his slutty wife. 

When she had taken it all Sophie rolled over onto her back with her head on the black man's lap still gently licking and sucking his smooth cock. The other man went and got Irena's cuckold. He came into the room knelt between her splayed out legs and asked her "Mistress may I have the honour of cleaning your pussy?"

Sophie was surprised, but all Gary saw was what looked like a knowing smile as she spread her legs and invited him in to her sex then returned her attention to the black cock she was suckling. Sophie cooed and squelled a little while he cleaned her out, seeming to enjoy that even more than the fucking. When he was done she instructed him to leave but wait outside the door.

The black guy was hard again so she got up, swung her leg over his seated form and mounted him reverse cowgirl style. When she was fully impaled on his cock she put her hands on his knees and locked her elbows and straightened her arms in a way that pushed her tits together. Then she told the other man to stand in front of her so she could suck his cock. For the next 15 minutes Sophie did most of the work bouncing her soft luscious ass up and down on a big black cock while expertly sucking off the other guy.

This time the black guy came first as she milked it out of his luscious cock. When he was done she climbed off him, laid back and invited the other man to stick his cock in her for sloppy seconds. She was actually anxious for him to finish so she could experience the cleaning again. As soon as he grunted his thick cum load into her she instructed him to fetch the cuckold.





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No words were necessary. Irena's cuckold saw Sophie laying on her back legs spread and two loads of cum oozing from her pussy. He was still feverishly licking her clean when she dismissed the other two with a simple "Thanks fellas I hope I didn't take too much of your attention away from the other ladies."

It was the black man who responded. "Not at all. Thank you mistress Sophie for your wonderful attentions."

And again Irena looked over at Gary who was gasping for air having forgotten to breath for large stretches of time, his cock rigid and his eyes glued to Sophie. Irena could tell he wanted a taste of Sophie's cum soaked slutty pussy.

When they all returned to the lounges Irena spent another hour with Gary paying close attention to his mood and demeanour. A little past midnight Sophie came and found them in the cuckold lounge.

"I think I am ready to lead him now." Said Sophie reaching for the handle of his leash.

"Indeed you are." smiled Irena. "Gary's training is well underway thanks to you. Welcome to the club you two." Then she left them.

Sophie stood and looked at Gary. The moment of truth. "You saw me didn't you Gary."

"Yes I did mistress."

"Are we ok?" asked Sophie.

"Yes we are mistress."

She looked in his eyes and knew it was true.



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I'm meeting up with Mac later, my friend, my Pimp, my lover, my bull stud and my sexual confidante, where we'll be out and about for roughly an hour then back home to the luxury of my bedroom for some serious sexual antics while a selective small audience watches my sexual devouring.

I'm standing here waiting for Mac to pick me up, dressed just as he instructed for our night of sexual mayhem.

Silver strappy spiked high heel shoes, silver shiny latex tiny bikini with tie sides, a pair of Black opera gloves and covered by a long black soft leather mac. The bikini bottoms are so small and tight you can visibly see the shape and contours of my shaved pussy. It barely covers my pussy lips and I think with just a little movement this thing will part my lips very easily and rub deliciously against my clitoris. I have a shiny silver camel toe my husband is desperate to touch but for it's out of bounds. The bikini top is little more than two thin silver triangles which barely cover my newly pierced nipples and almost hold up my firm jutting breasts. I looked at my reflection for some time in the mirror and it may be conceited but I do look incredibly hot. The whole outfit and my curvy figure aroused even myself and at this moment my sexual desire is burning.

Mac told me that we are to go into a supermarket where I am to do some discrete flashing, then we are to go to some rough dive bar where I'm to do some more flashing, then get very daring as we leave the dive. Then finally I'm to sit in the car without the coat on, wearing only my racy outfit with most of my naked body on full display for the journey back to my house, where I will get out of my car wearing my thong bikini, gloves and high heels, then go into the house where Mac will fuck me in front of Jim in the lounge then will take my ass later in my marital bed! The exhibitionist in me is loving this, as is the sub in me. Jim is enjoying the cuckold aspect so much in fact that he has been sporting a hard on since well before I got ready. He watched me shower earlier as I teased him what I was going to do this evening with Mac and what I was going to let him do to me. Jim has been begging to fuck me all day but I wouldn't even let him touch me. I've been tormenting him sexually all day, which means sexually tormenting me also. Even more so when I shaved my pussy in front of him and told him how Macs cock would be sliding in and out of my pussylips, riding my pussy and coming deep inside me. I drove him insane when I let him help me with my enema. I let Jim slide the nozzle inside my ass as the warm liquid poured inside my asshole. I kept the liquid inside for one full minute, then I let the liquid evacuate. I dried my cleansed ass and I exposed my gaping asshole and told Jim that Mac loves to fuck my clean tight hole. Pre cum was oozing out of Jim's cock and I instructed him that he wasn't to cum as he needed to save it up for me until Mac had finished with my body later. Jim was allowed to place some anal on his finger and make sure my asshole was fully lubed, then to get me ready and tie me into the tiny shiny bikini, though I made him take his time and make sure the camel-toe was nice and defined for my lover. I informed Jim that it wouldn't just be me him and Mac, that I'd also invited one of the neighbours along.

Jim froze with fear and asked who I'd invited.

I reassured him that the invitee had seen me naked with Mac and had slipped a finger inside me and was sworn to secrecy. 

Jim had no clue who else would be attending andI would not reveal my victim, thus tormenting my hubby just a little more.

I'd actually invited Dave our neighbour. I told him yesterday to come along, but insisted that he can't fuck me, but I will gave him a blow job and I'll swallow his cum! I'd invited him over yesterday on the the pretence of doing an odd job for me.

Dave's face was a picture when I opened my front door.

I was dressed in a really short tight clingy dress with no underwear underneath, thrusting my full breasts and ample hips out toward him. I invited him into the lounge and seated him on the sofa. I sat on the chair opposite. I began to detail him about what was planned and that he could take part but that there were ground rules as previously stated.

I began crossing and uncrossing my legs during our conversation exposing my bald pussy to Dave throughout. 

When he agreed to my rules for the evening I got up and escorted him to the door.

My tight clinging dress had rode up my thighs somewhat almost exposing my pussylips.

Before I opened the door I stroked his crotch and his cock grew rapidly and I have to admit it seemed a fairly impressive package. Smiling at him as I rubbed his cock, Dave asked if he could touch me and I said we'll see how the night goes, but he was allowed to take some photographs as long as he kept them to himself. Dave nodded in agreement and shakily brushed his hand over my breast sheathed in the shiny tight dress. My nipple pinged to attention as his shaking hand caressed my breast. My mouth opened slightly as my glossed lips parted and a soft moan emanated from my made up lips. His hand moved tentatively down the strained fabric of the dress and smoothed over my pussy mound. The hairless mound rested in his palm as he gently stroked my shaved slit. My dress rode up due to its tightness exposing my smooth crack to Dave's hands as he slid a finger in my slit, titillating my opening delightfully. 

"You want to fuck this pussy don't you?" I teased

Nodding his head he stuck a second finger inside me. I began to rock slowly on his strong hand as he began to bring me off. His fingers wiggled inside me deliciously as his other hand pawed my breast. Dave was quite skilled in this and I decided that at a later date I would fuck Dave one day whilst Jim is at work.

"Imagine your fingers are your cock inside my tight pussy!" I insisted.

Dave brought me to a delicious orgasm and I gave him a soft tongued kiss with his finger still inside my dripping pussy.

"You'll enjoy it even more tomorrow night. Be here for 9:00pm as that's when the fucking starts!"

"I can't wait!" Dave said "Would you model for my camera club?" he enquired and without pausing he continued "We'll pay you well!" He exclaimed

"Tell you what Dave, one day next week I'll model for you in some stockings and erotic underwear and we'll do some nude shots. How does that sound?" I encouraged already planning to fuck Dave next week.

"It sounds like heaven!" he smiled coyly

"And if I turn out to be a sexy model I'll pose for your camera club. Who knows we may even have a little party afterwards!" I teased.

Sliding his fingers out of my hole, he kissed me gently then scurried to his house to obviously bring himself off.

Aroused and contented I closed the door thinking Dave could be a very handy obedient cock to have around.

I was still reminiscing about Dave as Jim began pacing the floor with anticipation, awaiting Mac to pull up and take me on our sexual escapade. I opened my coat giving Jim one last look of my smooth taut body, framed in the tiny silver bikini as we heard a car pull up outside our drive.

Mac gave one toot of the horn as I gave Jim a peck on the cheek and made my way to the door. Opening the door I saw that night had fallen on this cool autumn evening. I brazenly slid the coat off my shoulders and walked to Macs car in just my gloves and bikini. My breasts and hips swayed as the bikini bottoms began to separate my ever swelling pussylips. My nipples were straining against the thin silver fabric, outlining their prominent shape with the pierced bolts. Mac smiled at my bravado then looked stunned as I scooped my tits out of the silver triangles. The cool night air and my state of arousal stiffened my nipples to full tension as the cold air enthused through the metal piercings. I opened Mac's passenger door, placed my coat on the seat and clambered seductively into the car in my state of dress or rather state of undress. Mac leant forward and gave me a soft tender kiss. 

"You look even better than I imagined!" Mac complimented.

"Glad you like and you know me, I'm only too happy to oblige. I've invited my neighbour Dave round when we get back to mine, but Jim has no idea!" 

"Poor Jim, he has to watch his wife get fucked by strangers and now the neighbour is in on the act. Will he fuck you also?"

"I promised him a blowjob, but if he behaves himself or rather doesn't behave himself I might just have to get double teamed!"

"Well your ass is mine but I won't object to him having a go on your pussy!"

"Why don't you fuck my ass and Dave fuck my pussy while I torment Jim!"

"I think that, sounds good plus we wont let Jim touch you or allow him to touch himself!"

"That sounds really cruel and a lot of fun. Poor Jim is going to get tormented to death tonight I'm that horny!" 

Mac pulled the thin strap of silver material between my slit till it rubbed against my clitoris, exposing my hood. I panted involuntarily as he moved the material back and forth over my clit, gently rotating my hips, enjoying the materials sexual contact. 

"You're such a slut!" Mac smiled as he brought me to orgasm.

"Yes and I'm your slut!" I panted.

Putting his car into gear he drove away from my house and out of my street. As my orgasm waned

I placed my high heeled feet on his dashboard and opened my legs as wide as the car would allow. The silver strand of material had disappeared inside my cunt now and was playing havoc with my clitoris. I reclined the passenger seat slightly and arched my back, thrusting my almost covered breasts skywards. Mac placed his masculine hand on my outer thigh and deftly stroked my smooth glossy leg. His fingers gently brushed my outer thigh making their way to my inner thigh. I prised my legs a little further open, tilting my body toward him to give him access to my silver sheathed slit. His fingers stroked my clitoris over the flimsy covering material as my hips slowly rotated to his trembling fingers. He removed his hand as he placed it on his indicator stick and turned into what turned out to be a Sainsbury's Supermarket car park. Parking his car almost at the door he said

"Get your coat on and we'll pop in for a few bottles of wine and a little bit of flashing perhaps!"

I placed my gloved arms inside the leather coat and did up the top two buttons. My cleavage thrust upward in the leather confines as I opened the door placing a silver high heel onto the pavement. Getting out of the car I turned the collar on the leather coat upwards and headed toward the entrance closely followed by Mac. Once inside the door Mac handed me a twenty pound note.

"For the wine and anything else that catches your eye!"

We walked into the store and the first section was fruit and vegetables. I smiled as I picked up a nice long cucumber. Gliding my gloved hand up and down the length of the cucumber, Mac smiled at me suggestively. I looked over at what appeared to be the straightest bunch of Bananas I'd ever seen. Scooping up the bunch of bright yellow cocks I placed them in my basket along with the cucumber. We moved along to the wines and spirits and picked up two cheap bottles of white wine. As we passed the toiletries section I noticed a family sized bottle of Baby oil and placed it into the basket. We headed to the check outs to pay for these and lo and behold there was a young student type guy working the checkout. I placed the articles on his conveyor belt and moved level with him.

"Do you need any help with the packing?" The young guy asked.

I undid the two buttons on the coat and leant forward slightly exposing my almost naked form.

"I do like to be helped getting my stuff packed!" I teased "That would be delightful!" I softly said to the young man.

His faced blushed and his hands began to tremble as he swiped the goods and placed them in the bag all the while sneaking glances at my partially clad body.

It was at this point that he realised that the goods going into the carrier bag were all of a sexual nature. His face went purple!

I thanked him ever so seductively for packing the bags and handed the money over to him. As he turned away from me to open his cash register, I pulled my tits out of the bikini top, exposing my erect pierced nipples. He looked up to give me my change and his chin almost hit the floor. He placed the money into my gloved hand as he stared at my erect nipples. Putting the money in my pocket, I blew him a kiss and thanked him. Picking up the bag, I closed my coat and headed to the exit. Mac was smiling behind me and said.

"That guy almost lost his load you teased him so brilliantly!"

"I'm so horny after that!" I stated. 

There was an older guy working at the exit, greeting people as they came in to the store. As I approached him my coat fell open,showing my exposed breasts and almost covered shaved pussy.

The older guy looked at my display and smiled.

"Thanking you for shopping at Sainsbury's. Please call again!" he smiled

I actually blushed slightly as I winked at him and made my way out of the exit, ensuring he got a good ogle of my body. As I left the entrance I turned toward the older guy and opened my coat fully and gave him a long hard look at my almost there silver bikini. I swayed my hips and felt my breasts jiggle as I blew him a kiss and went on my way.

Mac was roaring with laughter as we made our way back to the car.

As I climbed into the passenger seat I could feel the rush of adrenalin coursing through my body.

"Are you ready for the next phase?" Mac questioned.

"I'm ready for some cock!"

"There'll be plenty of cock for you before the night is over!"

"Bring it on!" I panted almost breathless with sexual excitement.

Mac laughed as he dove his car away from the supermarket and headed out toward the docks area of town. After about five minutes Mac's car pulled up outside the Crown and Anchor, easily one of the sleaziest bars on the dockside which was notorious for Hookers and Strippers. Mac parked the car and we both got out of the vehicle and headed into the dive bar. My coat was fully buttoned as we went up to the bar. Mac ordered a Gin and Tonic for me and a soft drink for himself. We took our seats on the high bar stools which were positioned around some column tables. Mac placed the drinks on the table as I clambered onto the bar stool, revealing my long legs and a copious amount of silver bikini gusset. Including Mac and me, there were ten customers in the dimly lit bar. Nine fairly drunk lowlife types and one obvious hooker who appeared to be drowning her sorrows. The place didn't excite me in any shape or form, and the thought of giving this crowd a sexual display was not really appealing. Just as I resigned the fact that my flashing opportunities would be somewhat limited, the doors burst open and my luck changed instantly. Four very good looking guys with what looked like very fit bodies walked in. I licked my lips at the prospect of teasing and flashing these four, when one of them went straight up to Mac and high fived him.

"You're fucking spot on, this chick is incredibly sexy!" he said pointing at me.

One of the other guys placed his hands on my waist and lifted me clear off the bar stool, holding me above his head. As he placed my feet on the floor, my coat buttons popped open revealing my silver clad breasts and pussy mound.

My almost naked body was being held close to the lifting guys body. I could feel the hardness of his body and the ever hardening of his prominent cock. His hands were around my naked waist as I smiled at him with a slight licking of my lips, I placed my hands on his rock hard chest and turned my head toward Mac.

"These are some of my drinking buddies I thought I would invite along tonight as a surprise!"He smiled.

I thought I would have been a little angry at least, but the guy holding my waist now had relocated his hand inside my tiny bikini bottoms and was stroking my hairless slit. I gazed into his eyes with my lust filled pupils dilating.

He was separating my pussylips and slowly inserting his finger inside me in front of the whole bar.

The guy then held his other hand to my right breast and began to manipulate my hard nipple. I found myself involuntarily slowly thrusting at his probing finger. Mac stood behind me and whispered in my ear that he will introduce the guys when we get in the car and head back to my house for some fun. Jim's head will explode when he sees these guys rock up to fuck me.

I was scooped out of the bar as the guys all scrambled into Macs car. Mr finger who it turns out was called Ged, grabbed me to sit on his knee in the back. I lifted my coat so my almost naked backside would take pride of place on his denim clad lap. Squirming on his lap I pulled the door to close it and Mac sped off. Ged wasted no time at all putting one hand on my mound and one hand on my breast. He kissed my neck softly as he whispered in my ear that all of the guys were looking forward to fucking a slut like me whilst my wimp husband watched. I squirmed on his fingers, moaning with a burning desire to be fucked by these guys and an unbelievable urge to thrash about on their cocks while my husband could only watch and observe. I came very vocally as Ged fingered me and I noticed a few more hands were now joining in working me over. Even the guy in the front passenger seat had turn around and was sliding a finger into my ass. The guy in the middle had my head held back as he kissed me as his left hand took over from Ged's. My legs were being held wide open by Ged as the strings of my bikini bottoms were untied and removed completely exposing my shaved pussy to the gang of four.

"Mac, you're a good friend for letting us lot fuck this hot bitch!" said the guy in the front seat.

"Wait till you feel how tight and silky smooth that pussy is when you're fucking it and remember the rules guys, no cumming inside her pussy tonight, she loves the taste of spunk!" Mac re-assured them.

With that Ged unzipped his fly and got his fairly large cock out of its denim clad restraint. Pulling my legs toward him, he slipped his cock straight into my very hot and wet slutty pussy. The guy near the other passenger door moved my face toward his crotch and my lips met his already revealed erection. Here I was in the back of Macs car with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth. My coat was removed from my body and the bikini top was whisked away to reveal my ample curves to the strangers. Ged's cock was fucking me slowly, which encouraged me to suck the guys cock very slowly and tremendously sluttily. The guy in the middle was playing with my breasts when the proceedings were suddenly interrupted as we had arrived at my house. 

"Fucking hell Mac, this is one seriously hot slut. How did you pull this?"

"I didn't! This slut asked me to fuck her and would I fuck while her husband watches! It doesn't get much better than this!"

I took the cock out of my mouth, but still impaled on Ged's cock, I spun on his cock so my legs were now dangling out of the opened door. The guys were getting out of the car, coming round to my door and saw me impaled on Ged's cock.

Ged held me close to him and said

"Your old man is gonna be ok with us lot fucking you isn't he!"

"He is going to love it almost as much as me!" I purred and stroked Ged's face "Plus another friend will be joining us!"

Just as I said this, Dave our neighbour was standing at my driveway with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

His face flushed when he saw that I was naked, except for the gloves and high heels, with a cock stuffed right up my pussy.

Placing my high heeled feet on the driveway, I did a few twerks on the impaled cock ensuring Dave got a got view of my cock filled cunt. I slid off Ged's cock and walked naked up to Dave.




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I placed my gloved arms around his neck and gave him a slow, tongue fuelled kiss. Holding flowers in one hand, Dave's other hand gently stroked my naked labia. I continued swirling my tongue in his mouth as his hand softly caressed my pussy whilst I gently moaned with delight. Thanking him for the flowers I turned to the gang of four an said it would only be right if Dave fucked me first when we got in.

I'm sure the neighbours curtains were twitching as I gently tapped on my front door in my naked and seriously aroused state.

Jim opened the door with a beaming smile then surveyed the site before him.

Dave, Mac and four total strangers all pawing at his naked wife.

"You'd all best come in!" Jim said as the troops all trudged into our lounge. The lights were dimmed and sexy bass music was playing in the background. Jim offered all of our guests a drink as I grabbed Dave's hand and guided him to a chair in the middle of the lounge. Unbuckling his belt, his trousers fell to the floor as gravity intended. I manoeuvred him to the chair and as he sat on the seat, I straddled his thighs and slowly impaled myself on his hard prominent erection.

"Oh Dave! Your cock is so much bigger than I imagined!" I softly moaned.

"Your pussy is so much better than I dreamed!" Dave replied rather romantically.

"Fuck me with your hard cock Dave. Your cock is so much better than my husbands!"

Dave groaned as I rode his cock.

"You'll make me cum so much with this cock. I think you should come back on your own and we can fuck all over the house whilst hubby watches. Would you like that?" I teased

"Fucking hell, I'd love it!" Dave replied

"Good. Make me cum and next time you can fuck any hole you want and I'll wear anything you want!"

I continued riding Dave's cock as my audience gathered round, watching Dave plough into my shaved pussy. Getting fucked and having my audience watch sent me over the edge and I thrashed against Dave's cock as my orgasm surged through me. I continued fucking Dave when I felt the familiar nudging of a cock end slipping inside my asshole. Dave was holding my tits and whoever was slipping their cock in my ass was holding my waist. I half turned my head to find it was Ged who was defiling my ass. I lifted my head slightly to take Ged's tongue in my mouth.Ged's hands came around my front and moved Dave's off my breasts. Ged began to twist my nipples gently as the two cocks slid in and out of my sex holes in unison.

"My god I'm taking two cocks in front of my husband. These cocks are so much bigger and harder than my husbands!" I said for Jim's cuckold desires. Continuing with my theme I panted.

"Oh guys, fuck this cumslut and give me your seed. I need to swallow all of your spunk!" 

I looked over at Jim and his face was almost purple with desire. My words and actions were obviously doing it for him and they were definitely doing it for me.

"Do you want us to fuck your bitch slut in all of her slutty holes?" Ged asked

Hubby just nodded obediently as Ged continued fucking my ass, calling me all the sluts and whores in the process. I looked around the room and the guys were beginning to get naked. Every cock was perfectly erect and eager to get inside my body. Without any warning Ged withdrew his cock and splashed a heavy load of spunk right up my naked back. This action sent Dave over the edge as he informed me he was about to come. I jumped off his laugh just as his cock was in the process of unloading his creamy fluid. My mouth caught the first splash and the resulting three spurts as I obediently swallowed the man seed. Someone was wiping the sperm off my back and then bet me over and entered my pussy from the rear. The cock was larger than Dave and Ged, and fitted so snugly inside my cunt. Mac lifted my head up so he could slide his prominent length straight down my willing throat. Whoever it was fucking me with the big cock was getting over excited and announced he was about to come. I removed Macs cock from my mouth and and turned to receive the bull cock in my eager mouth. Salivating over the blood engorged cock it exploded in my mouth and a powerful burst of semen began to rinse my mouth and throat.

Mac had replaced his cock inside my pussy, fucking me doggy style for our audience. I glanced over at hubby who looked like he was about to burst.

"Oh Mac, fuck my pussy like you always do. My husband can't compete with your manly huge cock. You know how much I love this cock!" I teased

"Yeah he loves to watch your cunt get destroyed by my cock doesn't he!" Mac stated

"You know my cunt belongs to you. You fuck me so much better than my hubby!"

I'm sure hubby had came watching me getting fucked and listening to my sexual commentary.

"I can't wait to try all of these cocks!" I teased truthfully.

Another stepped forward and placed his cock in my mouth. I held his balls as he face fucked with his cock. Mac was banging me quite hard now and the cock in my mouth was twitching.

The guy fucking my face held my head tightly as he began to offload a colossal amount of spunk into my throat, by-passing my mouth altogether. Almost gagging on the cock and spunk deluge, I felt my orgasm burst through me. Riding Macs cock I had to remove the deflating cock from my mouth to allow me to breathe through my orgasm.

"Fuck my pussy Mac! I need your cock more than my husbands!"

Mac grunted and continued to plunder my pussy with his perfect cock.

I looked over at my husband through my half open, lust crazed eyes, I could see him smiling at me.

"Please come inside me Mac! You know your spunk invigorates me to be even dirtier!"

Mac began to empty his seed deep inside my womb. My cervix was opening, allowing the sexual fluid to rinse my vaginal walls.

Looking directly at my husband I said.

"Oh god! He's fucked me and came inside me! I can feel his hot spunk swimming inside me!"

I could clearly see my husband gulp with sexual excitement.This was turning him on as much as it was arousing me.

Another guy stood in front of me and poked his cock into my face. This was the biggest of all of the cocks and he said.

"Here, suck this in front of your hubby, he'll love watching you chew on this big fucker!"

I knelt before him with my knees spread wide as I felt Macs cum spill out of me. Holding his cock t the base, I ran my lips slowly down the meaty shaft. Cupping his balls with my left hand, I slithered my tongue around the hairy orbs. Licking the underside of the cock, I cast a furtive look to my husband who was staring in obvious delight at my cock sucking show. 

I licked the huge purple glans as I enshrouded the cock with my lips and took him to the back of throat. My head bobbed as I slavishly worshipped the huge meat-feast.

The last remaining guy joined us as he knelt behind me, sliding his cock inside my hungry pussy as she enjoyed her bout of sloppy seconds. His cock was squeezing every drop of Macs cum out of my pussy, as his thrusting became more dominating. His right hand began to slap my ass cheeks, which thrilled me more than I expected. Here I was on all fours, sucking a cock whilst another fucked my pussy from as my husband patiently watched the whole event. The guy in mouth without any warning began to unload in my mouth, as spurt after powerful spurt gushed down my throat.

The guy fucking me was making me come, slapping my ass and saying. 

"Take this cock you dirty slut! I'm going to come in your whore cunt!"

His hand smacked my ass cheek with a loud whack. A second whack followed as his cock drove into me.

"Fill my pussy with your cum!" I begged

"Fuck you slut you're getting a face full!"

He pulled his cock out of my pussy, holding the base of his cock, he reached my face and began to jerk off into my face! Thick globules of creamy hot spunk covered my cheeks and lips. 

Unbeknownst to me but two other guys had been masturbating with avid relish and were preparing to also come all over my already cum covered face. The cocks exploded into my face as copious amounts of semen slashed over my smiling face. As the last spurts sprayed my face I could see my husband revelling in this kinky scene. I scooped as much cum off my face as was possible in my gloved left hand. Leaning my head back I held the spunk drenched hand above my open mouth and let the man mixture slide off my glove straight into my slut craving mouth. The rest of the guys laughed and applauded my slut exhibition as my husband just stared in disbelief. Every guy in the room had come in or on me at least once with the exception being my husband but he would get to empty his sacs when the guys left which would disappointingly turn out to be right now. The guys it seemed were spent or intimidated by my outlandish slutty behaviour and all made their excuses to move on. Mac said he would leave with the guys and drop them off and that he would phone me later in the week. I stood naked before a leaving throng of guests who just defiled me with my and my husband's permission. I felt a strange sense of empowerment as the guys all sheepishly left me, my husband and Dave standing in my lounge as the door closed.

Looking at Dave and my husband I said.

"Right you two I want my pussy fucked and ass fucked. You pick which hole you want but get on with it as I'm fucking so horny right now!"

I could wield my sexual power over these two quite easily and have them do anything for me and to me. And right now that was to fuck both my holes! Hubby sat on a chair and undone his zipper. His purple straining cock burst from its bondage and stood bolt upright. I'd never seen him so horny. I straddled his thighs and plonked my greasy pussy onto his desperate cock. His cock filled me more than he has ever filled me before. Riding his cock slowly I began to whisper to him how good it was to have those guys coming in my face and fucking my pussy and ass. Dave listening intently stood behind me and began to slide his rampant cock in my ass. Both guys stopped moving as I slowly gyrated on both cocks. Dave's hands came up my front and began playing with my tits. Hubby lifted his face to mine and began to kiss my lips then lick my face where the cum had splashed forcefully earlier. The kinkiness of this situation had me coming like crazy as my two loyal cocks fucked me beautifully. I ground down on the cocks and whispered.

"These cocks are mine now and they're to serve me and sexually satisfy when I require!"

As the words left my mouth, it would seem the effect they had, was to induce the spunk out of the cocks fucking me, as both guys unloaded inside me simultaneously.

I kissed my husband with a lot of tongue, broke free from the kiss, turned my head and kissed Dave also with an abundance of tongue. Still kissing Dave I felt both cocks slide out of my holes with a plop. The warm sloppy spunk follow the depleted cocks as my husband sat there with all of juices on his cock and balls. I decided to give both guys a little final treat. I knelt before my husband and obediently licked all of our combined juices off his lap. As I licked the cum off his cock it began to get erect in my mouth. I placed my hand on Dave's cock to find it blissfully erect. I took hubby's cock out of my mouth and said.

"Right Dave, you fuck my pussy and Jim you can fuck my ass!"

Dave sat on the chair as I straddled his thighs. His cock was pointing at my sloppy hole as I slid down on his hot pole. Dave kissed me softly as he held my breasts, pushing his cock deeper inside me, I rode his cock slowly. Hubby nudged his cock at my asshole as the tip slid inside me. My puckered ring clamped onto his cock as my double penetration began to take place.

Putting my arms around Dave's neck I leant into his earlobe, licked it gently then whispered.

"Fuck my pussy Lover boy and tomorrow afternoon pop over with your cameras and I'll pose for you in stockings and garters and you can fuck me afterwards!"

Hubby, listening in whispered "Take some photos of the slut for me!"

The guys fucked me in this position for a further ten minutes before emptying their seed inside me.

"You guys really looked after me sexually tonight. We should all fuck more often and I could dress up for you guys!"

"I'd really like that!" said Dave.

I stood naked before him and gave him a big hug with a delicate soft kiss.

"Don't forget your camera tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you at 1;00pm wearing a corset and stockings for you to photograph and fuck me!"

"Don't forget I want some photographs for myself!" said hubby smiling.

We both escorted Dave to the front door, hubby shook his hand while I gave him a full on kiss pushing my naked body into his clothed body.

"It will be just you and me tomorrow, so we can relax and get some good shots and then have some fun!" I smiled.

"See you at 1:00 then!" said Dave as I slowly closed our door.

Hubby looked at me standing there naked all fucked and dreamy.

"You have become a right dirty slut haven't you?" Hubby asked

"Of course I have and you love every minute of it!"

"Too right I do. Enjoy modelling for Dave and make sure you give him a good fuck afterwards!"

"I might even give him a good fucking during if he has a video camera!" I giggled.



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Slut wife prepares to go out. (3.5 min/RealMedia)

The fun begins. (3 min/RealMedia)

Wife is home and tells of her adventure. (5 min/RealMedia)

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