Holiday nightclub by Robertos
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All of the first half or more is based on what my wife and I actually did. The last part is unfortunately just fiction.
It took me a couple of years to get Margie into dressing like a slut. She’d been brought up in a religious environment, and so needed to have her mind developed in the right direction. Actually it wasn’t all that hard to get her into shorter dresses, but only up to say half way up her thighs, shorter than that though was what took a lot of coaxing. Anyhow I eventually succeeded, and as well as wearing skirts short enough to give a glimpse of panties and the cheeks of her bum, I got her to go bra-less at times. She only has small breasts, but her nipples are a good size, and given the right sort of top – tight fitting and cloth that clings tightly so that the bumps produced by her nipples looks really sexy and provocative, she can look a real slut.
At first she used to get embarrassed with guys ogling her. I kept telling her it was flattering that they should think her so good looking, and I told her that I was proud of her when all the guys perved on her.
I remember one night when a guy just blatantly stood in front of her looking her up and down and grinning as if to suggest that he wanted to fuck her. She was really embarrassed and said to me that she wasn’t going to dress that way if men were going to carry on like that. I immediately started telling her that she should be flattered and that it wasn’t every girl who attracted men as she did. I went on to tell her that I liked seeing men treating her that way, and that she should smile at them to show them that she liked being so admired. She might have been a bit surprised at what I told her because she questioned me – “what, you like men looking me up and down as if I’m for sale” she said indignantly. I answered that “yes I do” and she didn’t say much more about it. I later on wondered whether she’d only made a bit of a scene about the guy lusting over her because she thought that I would in fact not like it. Anyhow, having straightened her out on the fact that I liked showing her off like a whore, she never complained again if men took a lot more than just a glance at her.
That was the situation when I one day took her to a sporting match at one of the big stadiums. We’d seen on the TV coverage of some of the games, that the younger guys would sometimes wolf whistle and cheer, etc if a pretty girl was about; the TV cameras would always catch her briefly and the commentators would make some joke about it. Well whether that sort of thing was in her mind, or whether she was quite innocent I don’t know, but when she got ready she wore a tight and skimpy top with no bra. The top left her arms and shoulders, most of her back, and her midriff all naked and exposed, and as I’ve said, the bumps of her nipples stood out obscenely. To top the outfit off, she wore a lovely tailored pair of pink shorts, and wore a pair of her high platform sandals.
“Wow” I said when I saw her, “you’re going to cause a sensation.” But as I say, I’m not sure whether she was aware of what she was letting herself in for.
Well we got there and parked the car, then had to walk a bit of a way mainly through the parkland that surrounds the stadium. There were heaps of people arriving from all directions and I saw lots of guys giving Margie the once over. We had to queue at the gates to get in but eventually made our way to our seats which were towards the front of one of the upper tiers of the stands. Going along the main walkways at the back of the seating, you then walked down the concrete steps into the area of seating. We were making our way with the crowd going down the steps when I heard a loud and drawn out wolf whistle. Of course everyone already in their seats looked to see the target of this whistle and saw Margie dressed as she was. There immediately erupted a number of whistles, someone called out “oh sweetheart”, someone else “hey sexy” and there were various calls and a general hubbub as about two or three hundred guys all had their eyes fixed on Margie. “Oh how embarrassing” she said laughing as we found our seats.
The crowd at those events was at least ninety percent guys, and as I mentioned it was a known thing for them to have a bit of fun at the expense of any girl who dressed at all sexy. Everything settled down once we were seated, and soon the game got under way. Later on at the break, I told Margie that I’d go and get coffee and something for us to eat. It was a bit of a crush and took quite a while but eventually I made my way back towards our seats. I found Margie sitting talking to a couple of guys who were sitting on the backs of the seats in front of her. As I approached I could see that they all seemed quite animated and were laughing happily. The two guys just grinned at me when I arrived, said hello, then turned back to Margie and said “bye sweetheart” and moved away. “Two of your admirers?” I said to her with a grin, but didn’t push the point and ask what they were talking of or anything.
Well the other really significant thing that happened, was when the game had finished and the crowd was slowly making its way towards the exits when a guy, one of a group, called out in a loud voice, “oh baby, I want to lick your cunt.” Of course everyone looked in his direction to see who it was had said such and outlandish thing, then seeing Margie nearby, and at whom they were all grinning, everyone looked towards her.
“Oh how embarrassing” Margie said but nevertheless laughed as she made the action of fanning her face with her hand. There was general laughter in the crowd all around, and everyone could see that Margie was a slut and enjoyed the guy’s filthy comment.
That night in bed when we were cuddling, kissing, and playing, I said to Margie, “did you enjoy being a slut for all of those guys today.” I’d never called her a slut before, and she must have been surprised because she gave a little squeal and pretended to be shocked before she then burst out into laughter and gave me a playful slap. “Fancy calling your wife a slut” she laughed while making a joking pretense of being offended.
“Well that’s what all of the guys thought you were – dressed so sexily” I laughed, then I added more seriously, “you looked absolutely fabulous and I loved seeing all of the guys ogling you.”
I several times in ensuing days mentioned that event, and said that she was a “beautiful little slut” or that she’d been a “gorgeous slut” etc and she seemed to accept those labels without saying anything. As soon as we’d been married I’d introduced her to pornography, and we sometimes looked at some before or even during our fucking and play. I started to seek out short videos where the women were referred to as sluts, whores, filthy cunts, etc. then one night when we were working up towards fucking, I set them playing. I made sure while they were on, that I got her really worked up with a couple of fingers up her ass, a couple of the other hand in her cunt, and at the same time licking and sucking around her cunt lips, something that never failed to get her into orgasm. This time though, each time that I thought that she was getting close, I would back off a bit so as to keep her on the brink. I felt a bit nervous about what I had in mind, but was so worked up myself that I didn’t hesitate. The slut on the screen was being called a filthy cunt and a whore, and I said to Margie, “you’re just a filthy cunt the same as that slut.” She said nothing. She was breathing hard and moaning lustfully as I kept working on her, this time not stopping and quickly bringing her to a frantic orgasm. She pushed me away, “Oooo it’s too beautiful” she gasped as her body was wracked with the sensations of lust. Whenever she climaxes she only ever needs a minute to gain her equilibrium and she’s ready for more and that was the case then. It only took a few minutes and she was panting and heaving her cunt onto my hands and mouth again as I worked her up more and more. This time I was getting so excited and horny myself that I was losing control and I told her she was a “filthy little whore who needed to be fucked.” She was into her second orgasm in a minute and this time I heaved her onto her back and got between her thighs and fucked her roughly until I pumped her full of cum. I kept that sort of talk up on occasions. A couple of times she made a pretense of complaining that it wasn’t right to call her such names, but I could tell that she wasn’t really concerned.