4 comments/ 29152 views/ 10 favorites Slut Wife - Roxanne Meets Walter By: policywank 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 who choose to take the time to read on. ................................................... Roxanne was an only child. After her father died she moved into his former home in Chicago with her husband Peter. It was a new life in a new city. The fact that were away from close friends and family made it easier to transition to the slut wife lifestyle that Roxy choose soon after the move. When he was alive, Roxanne went out of her way to avoid association with her father's money or influence. She loved him very much, but did not want to be seen as riding his coattails. Once he passed away, his company, money, power and influence became hers. She had no desire to exploit her position, but felt a keen sense of responsibility to pick-up the mantel from her father. He had always believed in her and would be supportive no matter what she did as long as she made her own decisions. Roxanne kept her involvement in the business to a minimum, but monitored events closely as her father had told her a good leader does. Meanwhile she embraced a notable but low profile role in the community by becoming a supporter of charitable causes. To her surprise, she soon found herself in 'high society' and it fit perfectly with her alternative lifestyle. This was a world of privileged and eccentric people for whom affairs and scandal are the norm. It wasn't unusual for a beautiful, wealthy woman to be seen with different men or even more than one man at a time. The fact that she was also married barely raised an eyebrow and she never offered any explanations. ................................................ The first notable charity event Roxanne attended was as Carl's guest a few months after his marriage ended. She wore a full length designer gown that clung to every curve of her body. Underneath she wore only a clit stud, her slut wife anklet and a new pair of 4" stiletto Blahniks. Peter had put on the jewelry because he knew it made her feel dirty. He knew it would be visible later on when Roxy was getting fucked. He just hoped to be there to see it. After the event Roxanne came home buzzing with sexual energy. Peter and Carl shared her sex that night. She attended many such events with Carl, Peter, Rob (Tina's husband who loved any musical event) or Bill (if he and his slut wife Heather were in town). The night she met Walter she was accompanied by Peter and Carl. Walter was a therapist/marriage counsellor friend of Carl's. A shy man in his mid 40's, he was virtually speechless around Roxanne. After the four of them enjoyed a few drinks together, Roxanne told her escorts it was time to go. She thanked Walter for the lively conversation and leaned in for a hug. Soft, voluptuous and smelling of sweet perfume she pressed her body on his and added a kiss on each cheek. It was a simple customary courtesy from an uncommonly sexy woman and left Walter intoxicated. ................................................. A few months later, Walter contacted Carl for a consult. Carl was a doctor but not actively practicing and not in the psychiatric or counselling fields. Nevertheless he agreed to have a chat with his friend. They met after work at a pub near Walter's office. Walter was treating a couple that had been referred to him by a less experienced counsellor two years earlier. Suzi was Japanese-American. Her parents were immigrants but she was born in the U.S. Jimmy an average mid-western guy was her husband. Walter dove right in. "I have been counselling a couple off and on for about 3 years. She keeps having affairs. There were four before they came to me and two since. I have questioned her commitment to change almost since the beginning, but he seems remarkably tolerant. Now with this most recent affair Suzi is saying she is not going to stop sleeping with other men. And when Jimmy asked if she wanted an open marriage she said no either only she was allowed to have lovers or they get divorced." "What did he say?" "He said it isn't fair. She just said 'she knows it is not fair, but she is not the one insisting on staying together. He asked what she wants and this is it.'" "Wow. And how is he dealing with that?" "He said OK! He is prepared to adopt this 'hot wife' lifestyle if she will stay with him." "That seems like problematic reasoning." "No kidding. Even Suzi is concerned that he doesn't know what he is asking. She thinks he is hoping she will change her mind if he just sticks around. She doesn't want to live that lie. She is a mess but she is right about this point." Carl now sensing some link to Roxy warily asked, "What advice are you seeking from me Walter?" "Well the woman you date sometimes, Roxanne. I have heard that she may know people who are familiar with this type of situation." "I won't ask where you would hear something like that, but I can ask her if she does." said Carl as non-commital as possible. "How would that help Walter?" "Well if my patients are committed to this path I feel compelled to help them understand what they are getting into. Maybe having some exposure to other people in this lifestyle will give them some perspective. It seems like there is nothing to lose now." Both men then tactfully moved the conversation to small talk. Just mentioning Roxanne's name made Walter horny. The chance of seeing her again brought his mind back to that delicious hug. ................................................... Carl saw no harm in raising the matter with Roxanne. He had not divulged any information about her and it would be easy to say no if that was what she decided. Roxanne would have little interest in having her own life analyzed by a stranger, but she had met Walter and the prospect of helping another couple might be a factor. The more he thought about it the more he thought in terms of setting up a rendezvous between Roxanne and Walter. He saw the way Walter stammered just trying to say her name and Roxanne had mentioned that the awkwardness he displayed when near her was endearing. Carl was soon consumed by the prospect that facilitating a lover for her might increase her favour toward him. It was one of the first times Carl truly understood Peter's point of view. As it was, Carl had rarely thought of any woman except Roxy from the moment they met. Now a heightened awareness of her desires filled his every waking moment. These were Carl's first cuckold emotions. It wasn't just a matter of accepting but wanting to share her sex with other men. Carl raced home in the hopes of talking to Roxanne. ................................................... When he got home at 6:00 p.m. Carl sent Roxy a text asking if he could come and see her. She lived in the condo next door, but he knew that she preferred to be contacted this way so as not to interrupt her with another lover. When Carl was with Roxy every vibration of her smartphone reminded him there were men waiting for her. Yet she always kept her attention on him. It was a simple courtesy she extended to all her lovers but it still made him feel special. About 30 minutes after he sent her a text he heard her door open followed by brief goodbyes to Todd and Marcus. Five minutes later she texted back that Carl could drop by anytime. His heart raced as he gathered his thoughts, but he did not delay. A clear expression of eagerness always garnered a better response from Roxy than playing coy. ................................................... Carl knocked on the door. Roxanne was wearing a red silk camisole that he had bought her and slip-on open toed heels. The long shoulder straps let the camisole sit halfway down her beautiful breasts and the hem extended just below her soft voluptuous ass. He wished he could have been present to watch her casually slip on that camisole while her two young lovers prepared to leave. He imagined seeing the glistening moisture on her pussy as she slipped the flimsy fabric over her big beautiful tits. He knew she would have casually waited for her young lovers to stuff their big semi-flaccid and thoroughly drained cocks back into their jeans and kiss her goodbye. As always Roxy was warm and welcoming. Carl was her favourite lover after Peter. She wrapped both arms around his neck and gave him a long deep cum tasting kiss while he pulled up the camisole and squeezed her naked ass. Then she walked into the recreation room ahead of him, swinging her hips in an exaggerated fashion and looking back at him with a mischievous smile. Inside the room she slouched into a deep plush leather chair and spread her legs for him. Carl slowly lifted one leg at a time, kissing and caressing her creamy thighs from the back side of her knees up to the folds of her pink pouting pussy. Even if Carl hadn't heard Todd and Marcus leave he would have kown from the texture and taste of her pussy that she been recently fucked. There was no cream pie just the lubricated warmth of her soft wet pussy. Carl revelled in getting Roxanne's pussy wet so quickly after she had been pleasured by her young lovers. When Peter came home with Chinese food for three Carl was fucking Roxy in that leather seat. Squatting in front of her with her legs splayed apart on the armrests he painted her swollen clitoris with the head of his big dick before plunging it into her over and over again. When Carl pulled out and smacked her pussy with his fat dick Roxy looked up at him. " Ohhh, fuck me Carl. Put that big dick back into my pussy lover and fuck me until you are ready to cum." Carl plunged his dick into her again. "That's it..fuck me baby...fuck me lover...ohhhhhh...oh ya...oh ya...unhhhh." moaned Roxanne as she tweaked her nipples through her camisole and looked up at Carl, urgent and hungry. "That's it lover. Make my pussy quiver." Roxy rolled her head back and licked her lips as her pelvis started to shudder. Carl had to reach up and hold her legs from vibrating off of the chair arms while his big dick stroked her to orgasm. When he pulled out of her slutty pussy he stood and positioned himself over her so he could slowly lower his fat cock into her mouth. From the other side of the room Peter could see Roxanne's wet pussy out past the edge of the leather chair dripping with her own cum while Carl fed her his cock. Roxanne laid back like a hungry slut and took Carl's cock comfortably into her throat trusting him to ease into her at just the right pace. At first she slurped and sucked on his dick head and when he started to climax he eased his dick deeper and deeper until his balls rested on her chin. Her tongue darted out to lick his balls while he shuddered and unloaded his first shot of cum into her throat. Then Carl eased back so the rest of his cum would be deposited in Roxy's mouth just the way he knew she liked it. Peter watched the whole scene from when Carl fucked his pretty wife until he fed her his cum with his powerful body hovering over his dirty slut. They knew they were putting on a show for Peter and he did not move, not wanting to miss a moment. He felt the pressure of his cock and ball ring as he hardened watching his wife get fucked. When Carl climbed off of Roxy, she knelt in front of him for a moment to slurp the last drop of cum from his cock head. Then she walked to Peter and kissed him with an open mouth and shared Carl's last drop of cum with him. The rest of the night was Chinese food, movies at home and blow jobs. Later Peter took Roxy to bed and claimed her sex for the rest of the night. The next morning over breakfast, Carl asked Roxanne about talking to Walter. She casually told Carl to have Walter call her and set up a time to meet. Carl and Peter weren't quite sure how to interpret the immediate and direct response, but they were both pretty sure it meant that if Walter played his cards right he would get some pussy. Peter looked at his half naked wife then smiled at Carl and said. "Gee I hope he doesn't blow it." Roxy looked up at both of them and smiled. ................................................... Walter felt like a high school kid calling Roxanne. Beautiful women had always intimidated him. Besides being shy he had also known a lot of haughty women. He fully expected any encounter to involve a dose of rejection. It hadn't been that way with Roxanne. Each time he had met her she had initiated dialogue and made him feel as though she genuinely wanted to be there. There was no force field to keep undesirables away from the pretty girl. Nor was there a need to attend to her unspoken expectations or delicate sensibilities. "Walter, hi how are you. Carl told me you were going to call." "Hi Roxanne. Thanks for taking my call." "Not at all darling." Rolled out of her mouth like honey. "What can I do for you?" "Well, uh did Carl tell you what I want to talk to you about?" "Yes, yes. I think the best thing to do would be to discuss in person. From the hesitation in your voice I am guessing this is rather discrete, so we probably shouldn't meet in your office." "Um, yes I guess that is right." Walter was relieved she didn't attribute his nervousness to the fact that he was completely infatuated with her. "Good. Offices are too stuffy for me anyway and it sounds like this conversation might require more than one cocktail." laughed Roxanne. "There is a little bistro I have wanted to try. How about we have an early dinner tomorrow night?" "That works fine." "I'll get a reservation and send you a text with the details. It is a come as you are kind of place. How is 5:30?" "Great." "Oh. If I am doing the talking, you are doing the buying Doc." laughed Roxanne. "See you tomorrow night." .................................................. The weather was warm so Roxanne wore a summer dress. A flirty floral print on a white background it had simple shoulder straps. The top cupped her breasts and sat low enough to show about 3" of cleavage. The bodice was tight to her flat stomach and transitioned to a pleated skirt at the bottom. The transition was perfectly set where the shelf of her firm ass met her arched back. Below that the pleats opened and flowed over her creamy thighs as she walked. The dress was long by Roxy's standards at the mid-point of her thigh. Her strappy high heeled sandals fit with the summer theme. When Walter arrived at the Bistro he saw Roxanne on a bench out front. Leaning back with her legs crossed and her skirt riding up her thigh she was a vision of beauty and sexuality. Warm and perspiring from rushing to get there Walter was 15 minutes late. "Great late and clammy" thought Walter. Most women he knew would give him shit or pulled back from him. But when Roxy looked up from her phone and saw him coming she offered a big smile and her customary hug and cheek kiss greeting. "Oh you must be busy. Look at you rushing. Don't worry I am not going to blow a gasket because you are running behind schedule. Just send me a text next time." Roxanne didn't need or plan to harp on anyone to get their attentions. She could see damn well that Walter wasn't being carelessly late and she gave less than a shit about anybody seeing her sit by herself. Men turned themselves inside out to get to Roxy. There was absolutely no reason to be a bitch about it when everything didn't go just perfect. "Come on inside Walter let's quench that thirst." The staff who had met Roxanne a few minutes earlier snapped to attention and showed them to a table just a little away from the others. Over the course of three hours Roxanne told Walter that she was a slut wife and what she knew about the lifestyle. At first he was stunned by the nature of their conversation and the number of looks that came their direction. For a while he thought people could hear them. He soon realized people were looking at her. She wasn't reacting because she was used to the looks. After all he felt certain that she had always been beautiful. When they were finished eating and drinking and a little buzzed they left the bistro. Roxanne held his arm and pressed her soft firm body against him as they walked along the lake front for another hour. Walter was somewhat limited in what he could say about his patients for confidentiality reasons. But Roxy was able to make the most of what he could share. And as they got back to the car he asked her for her opinion. "Walter, I know you know this but I don't have any relevant qualifications to comment on someone else's marriage." "I know Roxanne. I will take whatever you say in that context." "Ok. Well a 'hot wife' lifestyle is not the solution to anything. I am guessing from the nature of the advice you provide, the fact that you are talking to me and what little you have told me that this couple is having marital troubles. This lifestyle is not a remedy." Walter paused and waited for her to finish her thoughts. "Is it possible that they are both unhappy because they are not living the life they want and it just so happens that after all this time they figured out they want the same thing? Maybe, but it seems more likely that one or the other is using this as a means to an end or as a premise to avoid a hard decision." "Roxanne, can I ask? How is this different from your situation?" "Peter and I do want the same thing. I don't know how this couple got where they are, but it doesn't sound like they are on the path of informed, mature and consenting faults." "So how do you know that you and Peter both want the same thing?" Walter paused. "I am not questioning your decisions Roxanne, just trying to frame you response relative to my client's situation." "That's ok hun." said Roxy as they got back to her car which was parked on the street near the Bistro. She leaned against the trunk and reached back to put her hands on the trunk, which had the effect of pushing her tits forward and arching her back. She mad sure her body language told Walter there was no rush. "I understand that you are trying to help your patients. I don't think anyone can say for sure what another person wants. All you can do is be as diligent as possible in exploring one another's desires. A good idea for any couple." "Well that is certainly true." "Let me frame my relationship with Peter in a different way. As a trained professional you understand the dom/sub relationship right? Or at least you can observe that it exists and that notwithstanding the superficial representations each party is consenting?" "Yes, I do." "In fact that dynamic is almost mainstream where it is portrayed as the submissive male pursuing a beautiful dominant mistress. In that narrative, is the man oppressed in the sense of doing something he doesn't want to do?" "No. He is usually a paying customer." laughed Walter. "Yes, indeed." laughed Roxy as she reached for his hand. "And a detached hourly rate experience is surely different than a marital relationship. But my point is that in that situation the Dom is aware of her Subs needs and desires. She dominates him because he wants her too. And we don't confuse the role she is playing with the presumption that she is imposing actual unpleasantness on her Sub. Quite the opposite, we know he enjoys it even if we wouldn't." "Yes, I can see that." "Walter, my marriage is a female led relationship. I believe that those who lead effectively, do so with the support and confidence of those they lead. For this purpose you are just going to have to accept that I am a kinky slut who is pleasing her kinky husband and open-minded lovers. Whether or not I am acting in everyone's best interest can only be determined with reference to our specific and personal desires." Slut Wife - Roxanne Meets Walter "Roxanne, I don't think my patients have a clue what they are doing. You could help them by talking to them like this." Roxanne grabbed Walter's strong hands and pulled herself slowly into him. At first he thought she was going give him the customary goodbye, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a warm soft kiss on his mouth. After lingering with her firm breasts pressed into his chest and their arms around one another, Roxy touched her nose to his. "I'll meet with them if you want me to and if you ask me nice." "Um...please." Roxy laughed a loud and genuine laugh. "What do your hands want to do when you kiss me Walter?" She moved his hands down onto her ass, pulled him close and kissed him again, this time probing his mouth with her tongue. "That'll do darling. That felt like a genuine please. Hmmmm. I guess I kinda dominated that moment didn't I? Just took it where I wanted it to go. I hope you didn't mind." "Fuck Roxy you should come with a warning label." said Walter in a rare moment of emotion. "Talk to your patients and if I can help, let's talk. If not, call me anyway. Bye Walter." Roxy powered open the convertible top on her Aston Martin as she drove away. ................................................... Two days later, Walter booked a time with Roxy to meet Suzi and Jimmy. All the appropriate caveats were made. First the four of them met and basic information was divulged. Then Roxanne met alone with each of them starting with Suzi. Roxy wore an intentionally casual but sexy outfit - her low slung jeans with the lace up in front, heels and a snug v-neck t-top with about 3 inches of exposed skinabove her jeans. Suzi's skin tight hip hugger jeans were complemented by 4" pumps and a snug v-neck top. She was a very pretty woman with an uncommonly curvaceous body for a Japanese girl. Roxy could tell that Suzi recognized her as the only person in the room who could really relate to her. "Suzi, how many affairs have you had? "Five or six." "Bullshit. I am pretty sure you can count to six and Walter just told us six. If I was you, the only reason I would try to sound so casual is if I didn't want to tell the truth." "So what do you want from me?" "The truth. Now let me try this again. I am a slut. I have told you that I have multiple lovers and occupy a position well outside of acceptable society. I can also tell you confidentially that I was manipulative and selfish in the manner in which I became a slut wife. I was damn lucky that Peter was so understanding, selfless and sexually adventurous. I will not judge you. Take your time, count them and tell me how many affairs you have had." "Twelve." "And how many casual hook-ups beyond the twelve?" "Five more." "Were they friends of the twelve?" "What do you mean?"" "Were any of the five casual hook-ups connected with the men with which you had affairs?" "Three." "So three of your lovers shared you with a friend?" "My last lover shared me with with three of his friends." "Last lover or current lover?" "Current." "Has this new lover replaced Jimmy in your life or is that the direction it is going?" "No I don't think so. Reggie is just on an ego trip being the bull and encouraging me to fuck his friends. I haven't told Jimmy much about it." "That is why Reggie is in it, but what about you? Do you like being a fuck toy? Like I said, I am not judging, I know women who like this." "I like the sex. He made me realize that I like being with more than one man. Feeling dirty and being exposed is a big turn on for me now. I like being a slut and Reggie is giving me the dick I want. I don't care so much about being a fuck toy. I guess I could do without the disrespect." "Do you still want to be married to Jimmy?" "Yes. So I figure that is the definition of a slut wife. Jimmy says he wants to be with me no matter what and I love him." "Have you ever been in love with any of your affairs or seriously thought of them as replacement for Jimmy?" "No. I was confused sometimes, but it was just sex." "So how do you choose them?" "I don't. They chose me for the most part. I have never been one to approach men. The ones that hit on me are either the sappy nice guys or the players. The saps want to follow me around like a puppy and woo me. That isn't what I want. So I end up fucking the players until one of of us gets tired of the other." "So what happens with Jimmy if he sticks around? Are you having sex with him now?" "No. We just aren't in the right head space together. And I have been shutting him out. Reggie says I have to treat him like a cuckold to be a proper slut wife." "That is just stupid Suzi. There is no rule that you have to let some egotistical asshole use you as a proxy to abuse your husband." "I know, I know." "Do you Suzi? You are hot as hell. You have your choice of men and how you interact with them. There is no need to roll over for every manipulative asshole that wants to stick his dick in you just to get cock honey. If you take control of who your lovers are you can have whatever you want. Being a slut isn't synonymous with submission. It should be a source of empowerment. You have what every man wants honey." "OK, I see your point." "What turns Jimmy on?" "I think he gets off on the polyamory. But I don't think he likes the way I have been treating him." "Well that is how you think he sees your fucking around, but what turns him on? Whatever you do you need to start figuring out what you and Jimmy really want and give yourselves the time and focus to do that. Suzi, how do you feel about Jimmy having sex with other women?" "Jealous. I know. What a hypocritical cunt, right?" "Yes, but not particularly unusual. Lots of people feel that way. Do you see a Dom/Sub dynamic as part of what you want?" "I don't know, I have just assumed that to be part of it all." "Suzi there are as many alternative lifestyles as there are couples. You have described a slut wife/cuckold relationship. But there does not need to be a Dom/Sub dynamic. And if there is, the Dom could be any of the involved parties. Some slut wives and cuckolds enjoy having a bull in their relationship. For others like me the other men are lovers and I am the Dom. And in some cases the cuckold who likes to watch his wife get fucked leads. Some relationships are kinky as hell and involve a certain amount of humiliation. Bi-sexuality is common and many relationships involve more then two committed parties. But I don't know any stable relationships where either party just submits to the first loud mouth douche bag that comes along." "Ok I get it." Said Suzi, sensitive to being criticized for her compliant approach to men. "Suzi, I suggest that you approach this on the basis that their is a very high chance it isn't workable. And you have to be ready to make a decision. Leaving it to Jimmy to stick around if he wants to take abuse from you and your lovers is cowardly. You have de facto assumed a leadership role already and you did it in a rather manipulative and unfair way. If you scurry back to being waify, indecisive girl that kind of makes you a bitch. Trust me I know. This speech is not coming from the moral high ground." "Also, Suzi you have to tell him the truth about your cheating. You don't have to dwell on every detail, but you have to come clean. If you enter an alternative lifestyle you can determine your own rules for future communication, but that isn't retroactive." "OK" sighed Suzi. "One more thing Suzi. Aside from the marital situation and since you seem determined to be a slut, I have some advice for you. Male sexuality isn't the one dimensional thing many women think it is. The fact that they can "turn on" more easily than us doesn't mean that is the limit of their sexuality. Metaphorically speaking, women have limited the sexual menu to hamburgers or tofu and veggies. If men suggest any expansion to the menu we withhold it altogether until they are happy with hamburgers again. Then we take that as proof that all they want is hamburgers. It isn't true. They are ravenous for filet mignon and single malt scotch." "OK but aside from the food metaphor, what if he wants things that I don't like?" "Then move on to other men. The point is, don't manage and manipulate men to what you want them to be. When you find the ones you like, start by addressing their deepest desires. Set yourself apart as their dream slut. Once you do that they will do or accept anything you ask. For my lovers I try to make sure every minute they spend with me that I am in touch with the sexual energy of their whole mind and body. In exchange they indulge my every slutty desire and genuinely enjoy doing so. But you can't find those men unless you take control of who gets your attention." Roxanne left the room to go meet with Jimmy. Suzi sat for a long time, ashen faced. She wanted what Roxy seemed to have. She didn't know what that was but it sure seemed different from the lie she was living. Roxy had told her she had everything she needed to take control of her life. She just needed to grow the fuck up. ................................................ Jimmy was with Walter in a second room. When Roxanne came in she asked Walter to leave them alone and suggested he give Suzi a few minutes before going to see her. Jimmy seemed like a beaten man, reconciled to his own helplessness and fully expecting Roxanne to tell him the ways of cuckold submission. Roxy wished she could help him. The only thing she could try to offer would be perspective. "Jimmy, how long have you known your wife is a slut." said Roxanne thinking she might as well just rip the bandage off. "As long as I have known her." "Is that what drew you to her?" "No, I was drawn to her because she is pretty and she was nice to me. However, I have found that to be the case with most sluts." This wasn't going where she had expected at all. Roxy sat back a bit and let Jimmy talk. Seeing she wasn't trying to direct him anywhere in particular Jimmy became more animated and keen to tell his story. Roxy might be one of the few people who would not judge him. "Well as Dr. Walter mentioned I grew up in a small mid-western town. It was a very conservative, closed and old-fashioned community. For some it was the American ideal but for me it was not a nice place." "Why is that?" "Well most of the people seemed to value conformity above all else. They were pious supporters of the "moral majority" for whom everything had a right and wrong answer. I was always an outsider. I wasn't a rebel or anything but my background was not the "stuff" that all the daddies and mommies wanted for their little princesses. These girls were afraid of anything non-approved. They almost wouldn't talk to me for fear of someone thinking they liked me. They would actually reject me proactively when I wasn't even trying to talk to them." Jimmy paused to reign in his emotions. "As long as they kept their legs closed and didn't say any dirty words they thought they were being good people. They didn't even comprehend what bitches they were. Anyway, it was the sluts who were nice to me. Whether they were upper crust girls rebelling or outsiders like me they were the nicest." "Really!" "Yes, they were angels compared to the other girls. They didn't care about social acceptance in the same way the princess girls did. They understood what it was like to be ostracized for reason that are nobody's business and they weren't scared to death of male sexuality. In my youth the girls who had lost their sexual 'virtue' were far more virtuous than the stuck up bitches who were holding out for Chip or Chas or some other preppy d-bag." "And how did you feel about their sexuality?" "Well I guess I didn't think about it at first. They accepted me for who I was when others didn't so I was inclined to do the same. And they were my friends. It was not for me to say what their sexuality should be. Eventually I became aware that some of the girls really liked sex and others were offering themselves up as a way of getting approval." "That is an interesting distinction for you to notice." "The ones seeking approval reminded me of myself with the popular girls. I am not going to pretend I always took the high ground, but it seemed like having sex with those girls was taking advantage of them even though they were willing participants. Those girls were especially shocked when I wanted to be their friend. I think they were used to being used." "And what about the others. The girls that liked being sluts. How did you feel about their sexual activity?" "What do you mean?" Roxy smiled back at him. "Were you indifferent to their sexual activity? Was it just something you accepted? Did it turn you on?" "Well probably all of those Roxanne. I started out accepting them and their sexual activity. As a guy I had been taught to not accept it but it was just a reality with lots of girls I hung out with. They were my friends so that was it. As I grew sexually and experimented I came to see them as ideal partners with experience and open minds. I remember one time having sex with one of the princesses. I knew she was just doing it to get back at her boyfriend for cheating, but I figured what the hell? Anyway, she was terrible. It was like fucking a dead fish wearing granny panties." "Hmmmmm. Well we sluts do have our advantages." laughed Roxy. "No kidding. It was a pretty easy formula for me. Pursue stuck up bitches who treat me like dirt in the off chance of catching one and having really bad sex in exchange for a life sentence. Or spend time with nice people who like to fuck and are very good at it. Not that I am bitter or anything." They both laughed. "So no their promiscuity was not a driver for me, but it wasn't much of an impediment either. And as we all grew together sexually I started to see their promiscuity as part of who they are and part of our sexual experience." "So what happened at college?" "More of the same, except that is where I met Suzi. Like I said she was a slut the day I met her. She obviously liked sex but felt guilty about liking it. We were friends first, then lovers. We got married not to long after graduation, frankly without much thought or planning. We were too young. Anyway, her cheating started almost right away." "And how did you react?" "Well I was hurt and disappointed, but not altogether surprised. It wasn't even a big shocker because for most of college we weren't exclusive. I didn't date much but she got around a lot." "Is that when you starting going to the therapist?" "No. Neither our first therapist or Dr. Walter probably have the full picture. That didn't start until a few years later." "Was it hard to forgive her?" "Not really. It was just sex, she was sorry for hurting me and I love her. The hard part was enduring all of the people telling me to dump her or calling me a wimp for staying with her. It's not true. I know that is hard to believe but it just wasn't a deal breaker for me." "And when it kept happening?" "I certainly started to wonder more, but like I said it wasn't a surprise to me that she was this way. I tried to get her to stop thinking there was something wrong with her. I even raised the idea of a more open relationship. Frankly, I had little interest in other women but it would have removed the taboo even if she was the only one who took advantage of it." "Did that idea turn you on?" "Yes it did. It would have freed her up and it would have allowed me to enjoy her sluttiness without feeling guilty or dirty. By this time I missed being around sluts that were comfortable in their own skin. Suzi's guilt and shame and constant hiding it from me made me feel like an outsider again." "So what happened to that idea?" "She thought she would be jealous of other women, even though I doubt I would have pursued any, and she couldn't release her own guilt. It was the worst of all worlds really. She couldn't stop being a cheating slut or hiding it from me. Anyway, that is when we started therapy. Ever since it has been about ways to try to get her to stop cheating. It has turned into this endless stream of guilt, disappointment and failure." "And that is where you are now?" "No. Now she isn't even trying anymore. In a way that is what I wanted all along, except I wanted that so we could go back to being open and close with each other regardless of her sexual activity. But now she is just shutting me out. Like I said I am on the outside again." They both paused for a moment then Jimmy spoke again. "I guess that is my answer isn't it? I have been living in the past, but I need to live today. I have tried my best to hang on to her haven't I? If she doesn't want to stay I better just get on with accepting that." Roxy gave Jimmy a sincere hug and left the room. Dr. Walter was in the other room with Suzi who looked almost frightened. After a few words she left the struggling couple with Dr. Walter. ................................................. The next day she received an excited call from Walter. "What the hell did you tell them Roxanne?" "Oh no. I hope I haven't made things worse." "Well I don't think so. But you did turn both of them 180 degrees. Suddenly Jimmy is ready to leave and Suzi is begging him to stay." "All I did was try to understand the situation and give them my perspective. Certainly nothing very insightful. But maybe some things are easier to hear coming from me." "Well whatever it was I would say it helped. But they still need more than I can give them. Can you help?" "Walter I really think I am out of my depth. However, my friend Irina might be able to help." "What is her story?" "Well Irina is a full-on fetishist. She is also a slut wife and very active in this genre. Among other things she runs a slut wife club that works something like swingers clubs and she has a variety of clients with whom she conducts all kinds of alternative sessions." "That sounds a bit extreme Roxanne." "Well it is. And believe me she is no PhD. But she is very experienced, insightful and compassionate." For the next few months, Suzi and Jimmy had weekly sessions with Irina followed a day later by a session with Walter. It was an education for all. Meanwhile, Jimmy had started to work at Irina's club as a combination concierge/bouncer/match-maker/confidant/floor manager. He was enormously popular with the other sluts. He related to them in a way that few men understood. His handling of the cuckolds and singles was gentle and non-judgmental. He soon knew the preferences of all of Irina's clientele and catered to their every whim before they even thought of it. For Irina, Jimmy changed the way the club worked. It had been primarily a meeting place with a few extra services. But with Jimmy as a trusted confidant and active organizer it became much more. He set-up liaisons based upon what he knew of the patrons. He enforced the rules in a way that let everyone relax more. And he brought the club into the modern technology age. They had online communities and provided realtime information on what was going on at the club. Members could make discrete inquiries of him anytime they wished. The dominant slut wives had so much confidence in Jimmy that they actually started letting their cuckolds attend the club on their own. They simply sent their instructions and guidelines to Jimmy for enforcement. And the cuckolds were just as comfortable as the sluts in sharing their discrete desires with Jimmy. He understood instinctively that they enjoyed the club as much as their slut wives once he could tap into their kinky desires. Jimmy was the only male to ever have any authority over a slut wife as Irina's trusted proxy. He occupied that position comfortably because the sluts trusted him too. Slut Wife - Roxanne Meets Walter Suzi was anxious to get in on the action. However, she and Jimmy were separated for the time being and Irina's policies were clear. All club members are part of a couple and are admitted to the club together. All singles, including bulls, are admitted at Irina's discretion and are regarded as entertainment for the members. While she waited to clarify their relationship and move forward, Suzi had lost all interest in Reggie. She was far more interested in learning from Irina and finding a way to win Jimmy back. It was clear to Irina that Jimmy loved Suzi and would take her back as a slut. However, as strong as Jimmy had grown Suzi was his kryptonite. Irina wanted to see Suzi more in control of her destiny and aware of her impact on Jimmy. She had become quite fond and protective of Jimmy and needed to be sure that Suzi could see what she had and be strong enough to not be a doormat again. Jimmy was as anxious as Suzi to have her become a member of the club. ................................................ Walter used any excuse to meet with Roxanne and she liked how hard he worked to be with her. But it had been a month or more since she had been involved in any way with Suzi and Jimmy's therapy and he was running out of excuses to meet up with her. He didn't know what to do. She was married for fuck sake. Maybe she was just being nice? No the hugs and kisses were more than that even for a slut like Roxanne. Maybe he should just cut to the chase and ask for sex? However, that might seem presumptuous. She had explained to him quite clearly that being a slut didn't mean she forfeited the right to choose her lovers. One friday after work they sat down for a casual drink at a bar near his office. After their first meeting Walter had adopted a habit at all of their rendezvous of being there first to see her come in. He liked watching the way her stunning, slutty persona changed the tempo of the room. This day Roxanne wore one of her favourite outfits. It was all grey cashmere with stockings to mid-thigh, very short pleated skirt and a dainty cardigan with a zip up front. She loved the way the outfit strategically exposed her bare midriff and top of thigh. The shoes were a closed toe retro buckle style with a 4" heel. Walter was in his glory as Roxy strutted and wiggled her magnificent body across the bar without acknowledging any of the men who sought to catch her glance. She enjoyed doing this but she also knew that he enjoyed it. As with all of her lovers she paid attention to what turned him on. "Hello darling." said Roxy as she stood waiting for him to stand and greet her. The warm soft embrace, a lingering kiss on the lips and her feminine scent as her silky hair brushed his cheek. A glorious experience every time. She pulled her own seat out and sat across from Walter. It was time to make a move and Roxy knew it was up to her. "Roxanne, you look absolutely stunning?" "Thank you Walter. I have a date tonight so I thought I should jazz it up a bit. I mean we can stop focussing on Suzi and Jimmy now can't we? I want tonight to be a date for you and I darling. I am tired of waiting. That is assuming it is ok with you?" "Yes" blurted Walter as if she might retract the offer. "Good." smiled Roxanne as she clicked her tongue stud on her front upper teeth. "Have you ever had you cock sucked by a woman with a tongue stud?" Walter shook his head. "Well I think you are going to like it." smiled Roxanne. Roxy and Walter stayed for a while, had a few drinks, chatted, flirted and built up the sexual energy. Every moment was exquisite foreplay. As always when he chose to follow her lead his anxieties fell away. There was no rush, only 'now' to be enjoyed. "Roxanne I must say I have learned a lot from this experience." "Yes, I guess I am out of the norm even for an experienced professional like you." "You are a case study in alternative lifestyles but that wasn't the surprise. Even I bought into stereotypes of my own sexuality but just being near you awakens things in me that I didn't know were there. I have never experienced anyone like you. I mean a Ferrari is a Ferrari, it is not important if you are the only one to drive it right? Oh fuck that was awful, I just compared you to a car. I am so sorry Roxy." "No darling, you compared me with a Ferrari. I can live with that." smiled Roxanne. "Do you remember the first time I called you to talk about Suzi and Jimmy. I know that wasn't a date, but you immediately suggested a restaurant you wanted to try. That changed my day. My ex-wife would have made me decide on the restaurant then been disappointed if I didn't pick the one place in all of Chicago that she wanted. That is what I expected of women before you Roxanne. Women who think they are doing you a favour by showing up." Roxanne was genuinely flattered by Walter's outburst. "Anyway. Sorry. Fuck this is all so unconventional but I just wanted you to know that you have had a big affect on me." "I am so glad. Because I have been waiting for the time when I have an even bigger effect on you." cooed Roxanne as she pulled down the zipper on her top by an inch. "Let's get the cheque. Then take me to your office." Fucking at his office made Walter a little nervous. He could have suggested an alternative and she would have respected that request. But he found comfort in following her lead. ................................................ The security guard's desk was near the entry to the building. He clearly recognized Walter, nodded, smiled and let them carry-on. Inside the elevator Walter sighed with a half smile. "I wonder what he is thinking?" "He is thinking you are taking a whore up to your office to fuck her, which is mostly correct." There were four medium sized professional offices on his floor. Roxanne had never been there. His office had glass front doors and was at the end of a hallway. The building security cameras were down the hallway from his office so they saw the front of his office from the side, but couldn't see in. Roxy pulled Walter to his receptionist's desk leaning back into the desk, giving him a deep long kiss with one arm around his neck and the opposite leg wrapped around the back of his thigh. He could feel the tip of her heel graze his opposite calf as she pulled him in. She took has hand and placed it high up on the thigh that was wrapped around him while she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As she slid his shirt off of his shoulders she put her feet under her again and turned Walter so he leaned against the desk. Roxy squat down in front of him and took off his shoes and socks. Then with her face at his crotch she slowly unzipped his pants. Pulling his pants and underpants off together she smiled as his cock sprung free. It was another winner, above average and perfect sized at about 8" and fat. Roxy did like a fat dick. She was not a size queen in general but if she had to choose between length and girth, Roxy liked girth. She immediately gobbled on his fat dick wrapping her slutty mouth around it and banging it against the back of her throat in mock hunger eliciting a twitch and gasp from Walter. "MMMM...this is a tasty cock Walter." As she held it at the base squeezing tight while licking the glistening pre-cum off of the head. Roxy stood, hanging on to his cock the whole time. She cupped his balls gently and traced her fingers up over his cock, hand over hand as she smiled at him then down at his cock. His whole body shuddered with the stimulation provided by her gentle hands. "You have a nice cock Walter. Would you like me to suck it." He nodded. "Say it Walter. Say I want you to suck my cock slut." She squat in front of him again with his cock in one hand and licked the head gently. She lavished attention on the the top and sides of his cock head, edging him to the edge of ecstasy. Then she gently kissed the tip and pursed her lips to suck off another serving of pre-cum. "You can call me slut while you are fucking me Walter. Now say it. Say suck my cock slut." "Suck my dick slut." blurted Walter in an uncommonly strong voice. "MMMMM, gladly." said Roxanne as she returned her attention to the fat cock in front of her. Holding the right side with her hand she ran her open mouth and studded tongue up and down the left side of his throbbing dick. As she repeated on the other side, Walter seemed ready to blow. None of her lovers had ever held on for very long the first time around. When her open mouth got back to his cock head she pulled it in with a mighty suction and gobbled his dick like no woman had ever done. At 5" in it pushed into the back of her throat, where every other woman gagged. Roxy paused only for a split second before pushing on to swallow all of his dick. She gurgled happily while she licked his balls and coaxed the first spurt of his spunk with his cock in her throat. Then she eased back and took the rest of his cum in her mouth. Walter shuddered as she finished him off. His cock still in her mouth she swallowed as each spurt exploded inside her. As she pulled back along his cock she sucked hard but gently cleaning every drop of cum until she got to his dick head. Swallowing the accumulated spunk in her mouth she readied herself to lick his dick head clean before sucking the last drop of cum out of his pee hole. Then with a slurp and a pop Roxy let his cock fall from her mouth and stood up, licking a tiny droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth. "Thank you darling." Roxanne kissed Walter on the mouth. His first of many cum kisses. "Um..but ..Roxanne. I am sorry." stuttered Walter. "For what?" "I came too soon. I didn't do anything for you." "Walter, you gave me exactly what I wanted. Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to please my slutty pussy with this nice fat cock." She held it gently again in her hands, caressing and tickling. "Really Walter. Besides, everyone of my lovers has blown their first load quickly and usually in my mouth. It is kind of something I strive for now." Roxy gave him her best fake vixen look. "Really?" said Walter unable to shut out the image of multiple men cumming in her welcoming mouth as he had just done. "Does that turn you on Walter? That I like to suck cocks and have them cum in my mouth? That I like the taste of cum? Or is it that I have been with many other men? Because it sure is something." Said Roxanne looking down at his now rock hard cock. "Yes this will do nicely." Cooed Roxy as she brushed the head of his dick lightly with her fingers. "Now show me your office Walter." Roxanne held his stiff cock with her left hand and pulled him with a giggle and a gentle stroke. He couldn't help but notice her wedding ring. Walter felt only a little bit bad as he realized and acknowledged to himself that fucking another man's wife added to the titillation. Roxy let go of his dick and he followed her from room to room. It was a blur to him. He just enjoyed watching her move and feeling her soft hands on his body at frequent intervals. She knew how and where to touch him. Only when they got to his office was he consciously aware that he was naked and she was not. She had rocked his world and not even removed her own clothes yet. Roxanne playfully pushed Walter into his chair. "Is that the first time you naked ass has ever touched that chair. Honestly." "No." "Ok so what was your naked ass doing in that chair before now?" said Roxy with a huge smile of anticipation. "I sat here and jerked off to porn the night after the night I met you." "Ah!" laughed Roxanne loudly. "You are a bad boy and you will be rewarded." "Did you think about licking my pussy that night Walter?" said Roxy. She reached to the side of her skirt and unzipped it, then peeled the skirt off to reveal her bare pussy neatly groomed. Then she leaned back with her ass on the edge of his desk, spread her legs slightly and watched Walter's eyes. He stared at her perfectly manicured pussy, lips only slightly protruded and proud. This time his words did not fail him. "I want to taste your slutty pussy." He slid off the chair onto his knees. Without a word she spread her legs further and pulled his head to her pussy. Walter opened his mouth and wrapped it around her sex. He wanted to eat the whole of it. The surprise of his hunger gave her a start, a shiver and a giggle. "MMMM...That is a good start." Purred Roxanne as she pulled him into her slutty pussy. She immediately started to release juices from deep in her horny cunt and gave Walter his first real taste of slutty pussy. Accelerating faster than she expected she ground her wet snatch into his face and quickly experienced a small shudder of pleasure. Walter growing in confidence and knowing she needed better footing turned her around and bent her over his desk. Roxy was face down on his desk and bent at the waist with her legs spread wide for her new lover. She wanted her pussy licked some more and Walter was happy to oblige. He lavished attention on her spread pussy and ass. He first traced his fingers up her thighs while teasing her asshole with his tongue. Then he kissed and licked her ass top to bottom while stroking her clit with his thumbs. "MMMMM that feels nice." Moaned Roxy as he spread her clit. As Walter moved his mouth down to her soaking horny pussy and felt his nose brush her perfect asshole, Roxy was ready. "Fuck me." She pushed herself up onto her hands, unzipped her cardigan, wiggled out of it with her big tits swinging. Walter saw her beautiful tits naked for the first time as she told him again. "Fuck me." Walter stood and plunged his hard dick into her wet pussy. It went in easily but she was firm, smooth and wet. He felt her manoeuvre herself to flex her pussy muscles around his cock as he thrust into her. He felt her hold him, push against him and work herself back and forth on his fat dick. It wasn't just him fucking her or her fucking him. They were fucking each other. Her movement and rhythm drove them even when she was bent over his desk. "I've never been with a woman who knows how she likes to get fucked the way you do Roxanne." Said Walter as he bent forward and put one hand on her tit and the other on her thigh. "But then I doubt I have ever been with a slut that likes to get fucked as much as you do." He gently pinched her nipple with one hand and slapped her ass with the other while he moved his fat dick back so it pushed against her g-spot. "That is the slut spot right there isn't it baby? That is where you want to get fucked isn't it? You like a big dick rubbing up and down on that little rough horny spot before it plunges in don't you slut?" "Un huh that's it. Fuck that slutty pussy Walter. Fuck it. Fuck me and make me cum...ugh...ugh...ugh." Walter frantically worked her pussy. Moving his hand up to her clit so he could focus on her sensitive zones he wanted desperately to please her before he lost control which would not be much longer. Then Walter felt Roxanne shudder underneath him. He felt her soft full ass jiggle and squirm against him as her legs weakened and the force of her orgasm suddenly pushed her liquid past his cock. Pulling his dick out of her released a gush of her fuck juice. Then he stroked his cock back and forth across her pussy lips as she coated him with her sex. As he felt her orgasm subside he put his dick back in her. "MMMMM. I am not quite done with you yet slut, but I'll be there in a moment." Roxanne relaxed her soft pussy and enjoyed a continued fucking until she could tell he was ready. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and turned and said. "Feed it to me again lover." He pulled his fat dick out of her and she immediately turned and squatted in front of him. With Roxanne pushed up against his desk he pumped his dick into her throat. Holding her there he put some of his cum in her throat and some in her mouth. Roxy caught every drop but for a little trickle on her chin. When Roxy finished draining Walter's cock she stood and gave him another cum flavoured kiss. Then she wrapped both her arms around Walter and held her face a few inches from his. "Do you want more slutty pussy in the future Walter." He nodded. "Well I think I have room on my roster for you." smiled Roxy. You don't mind sharing slutty pussy do you Walter? "No I sure don't" said Walter kissing her again deeply, hungrily. Roxanne took her time getting dressed, letting Walter take this time to see and touch and enjoy her beautiful body. She put on her skirt first. Before she put on her top she reached for her purse. Roxanne pulled out three pairs of nipple jewellery: simple barbell studs, a sunburst that surrounded her nipples and dainty dangling diamonds. "Which do you think I should wear for Peter?" "I like the barbell studs." Roxanne put the others away and handed the studs to Walter. "Put them on me lover." Walter felt his cock stirring as he gently inserted the studs into Roxanne's nipples, enjoying every inch of her beautiful breasts, an act more personal and intimate than the sex they had just had. As she wiggled herself into her cardigan Roxanne asked. "Walter have you jerked-off thinking about me more than once?" "Many times." "And what am I doing in your fantasy." "Fucking." "Fucking you?" "Sometimes, but usually other men. I dream of watching you fuck other men all the time Roxanne." He couldn't believe he had divulged that information but it never crossed his mind to hide it. "I am going to make your fantasies come true Walter. In the meantime, do you think you can hold-off for me?" "What do you mean?" "I mean don't jack off. Get laid if the opportunity arises but don't jack off until you see me again. Call me when you can't take it anymore and I will take care of you. I bet you can go at least three days but I understand if you can't." "Ok." "Thank you lover. I look forward to our next rendezvous." ...10 minutes later Roxy was driving home to Peter and Carl...