An adult stories – Help Wanted by 1794_1794,1794_1794 A little history. Met in college. Married ten years. Wife is gorgeous: 5’4″, dark brown, wavy hair to the middle of her back, small breasts, skinny waist, perfectly bubbled ass supported by shapely thighs, attractive face with full lips that look like they were meant to be wrapped around a cock. She was 30 at the time, and me, 34. I’m Carl and she’s Susan.
We were openminded about sex. Twice in the first three years of our marriage we had done a threesome with another man, the first time a guy who hit on her at a wedding and the second time a guy who boldly hit on her in spite of my presence at a bar. We had both enjoyed the alcohol fueled experiences, but our conversations afterword indicated once sober she felt more regretful than anything about what happened. I hoped we would find a regular threesome partner. She didn’t want to talk about it.
What I remember most about those experiences is that I loved seeing the effect of a larger cock than mine on her. I’m just under five and not very thick. Both of our threesome partners were at least longer and thick enough to appear very manly. Both of them made her cum, which my cock never does, and it was a beautiful sight.
I was eager to keep trying to find a great threesome partner for regular rendezvous, but Susan wanted the subject dropped. She seemed in denial of the obvious pleasure she got from the three-ways we did. Occasionally, when we met a guy I thought she might find appealing, I would ask if he “moved” her. She always said something like, “Don’t even go there,” letting me know she was not interested in renewing our past adventures.
She became increasingly disinterested in sex in general, and as I’ve heard many a man complain, never initiated sex and often said no when I attempted to arouse her. I wondered how long it would be till she started reading the paper while I fucked her.
When I tried to talk to her about the situation she would give a frustrated sigh, as if to say, here we go again. I even told her it was okay for her to find a guy to fuck without my being there, knowing I would benefit from the increased libido that scenario would likely create. That and similar suggestions were met with, “That’s not going to happen.”
During this time the internet was my best friend. I discovered cuckold porn and thought any man with a woman sexy enough to have several lovers was indeed lucky. I wanted such a woman but resigned myself to jacking off to the visually aided fantasy. I agreed with her that it wasn’t going to happen.
My hottest fantasy was for her to find a boyfriend or threesome partner that would rock her sexual world, a guy she would lust after the way I lusted after her. My fantasies progressed to imagine her having a boyfriend that took control of her sexually. That’s when Daryl came into the picture.
Daryl was a new hire where I worked. He was tall, almost embarrassingly handsome and reeked of confidence. When I saw him I hoped he had a really high pitched voice or some other oddity that would take his perfect appearance down a notch. When we were introduced he had a firm handshake and looked me in the eye offering a disarming smile. At quitting time he approached and asked if I would join him for a beer.
There was no reason to rush home to my icy wife, so I joined him and one beer turned into 5 or 6 or 7. I don’t count well after 4. 1-4 we talked about sports, the work environment and current events. By 5 the conversation had meandered its way toward women. I asked if he was married and he told me he had just broke up with his girlfriend and moved back into a studio apartment that he kept whether he lived with a woman or not.
“I’m sorry to hear that, and it’s none of my fucking business,” I said, with a very slight slur, “But what happened?”
He said, “Your right, it’s none of your business, but I’ll tell you anyway.”
“Guy’s like to brag about their cocks,” he said, “but the fact is, mines huge, and it gets me in trouble.”
“Wait, you have that face and that body and a charming personality and a huge cock.”
“I’m not proud of it,” he said with a completely serious look.
I grinned at his sarcasm and asked, “So women feel like they can’t compete with you?”
“It’s never that complex. I follow my dick a lot, and it goes where my girlfriend at the time doesn’t want it to go.”
“Are these supposedly monogamous relationships you’re talking about?”
“No. From the start I tell them I won’t be in a closed relationship. They agree and then it slowly changes. Within a few months they want monogamy and it’s time for me to go back to my apartment.”
“Why not find one you really like and settle down?”
“Knowing the affect my cock has on a woman, especially when she gets it the first time, makes me want to see that affect on as many women as possible. It’s just a lot of fun, and I feel like I’m doing the world a service. I make a lot of women smile. I’m always giving the woman the biggest she’s ever had and she goes crazy with lust. It’s fucking exciting to see.”
“A few months,” I asked.
“Well, there’s a pattern. They fall in lust. They want me available so they invite me to live in their house/apartment whatever. I move in but insist the whole time that I don’t do monogamy. They say they just want me to fuck them and don’t care about anything else. I’m basically a nice guy, so their lust turns to love and then to a desire for monogamy, which I haven’t been able to pull off. I lust for that next experience with a woman who hasn’t had anything like my cock.”
“Sure sounds like a fun problem.”
“It is, but I realize I need to break the pattern and stop moving in with them. It’s tiring to go hunting for new pussy all the time, but I’m finding it’s best to just have one night stands with no exchange of phone numbers. I know this makes me a shithead, but I’m finding the best fit for me are the married ones. They just want good cock on the side. One even told me her husband loved it when she came home stretched and messy. I was happy to help out. Unfortunately they moved away.”
I’m sure you can guess the affect our conversation had on me.
Daryl and I became regular drinking buddies. The wheels were constantly turning regarding wanting him to fuck Susan. This guy needed a woman he could fuck whenever he wanted without worrying about strings, and he liked fucking married women. The problem was getting Susan to agree. After a couple of months of wanting I formulated a plan that started with inviting him over for dinner, pending a clearance from Susan, of course.
Susan had been terse of late, tending to ignore me when I came home with beer on my breath, possibly because I was also frisky. Sex, if it happened at all, was going to happen on a Saturday night and I may as well not even try for a weeknight. A slate of TV shows reigned supreme over her schedule. “No, Honey, my show is on,” rebuffed my attempts at sex. The way things had been going I think we could have squeezed it into a commercial break. Something had to change.
When I got home and walked in the house Susan was in front of the TV. I walked into the living room and sat in a chair, looking at her. She grabbed the remote and paused whatever she was watching. She looked at me and said, “Something’s obviously on your mind.”
“I just wanted to tell you that I invited Daryl from work over for dinner. I told him I had to clear it with you.”
“So, it’s not enough that he has become your drinking buddy, now you want to bring him over for dinner.”
To avoid having her suspect I was trying to arrange another threesome, which I was, I had a plan that Daryl, unknowing at that point, was going to help me execute.
“When is this dinner you volunteered me for?”
“This Friday.”
“This Friday. Some warning. What would you like me to fix.”
“Steaks. I’ll do the barbequing. You can pop potatoes in the microwave and toss a salad. Doesn’t need to be fancy, this guys just lonely. He’ll appreciate having dinner with us.”
Notice I didn’t say “bachelor” or “single” or any of those words that might alert her to my intention or trigger her sexual defensiveness.
“We haven’t had company for a while. I guess I can miss a couple shows and I should probably get to know this guy you apparently love to drink with. What’s he like?”
“What do you mean,” I asked, exploring her curiosity.
“Personality, you know, what he’s like?”
“When I first saw him I took him for, hell, I don’t know. He triggered something in me. Probably related to something from my past. I was sure I wouldn’t like him; isn’t that stupid?”
“Yes, Honey, for once I agree with you. What changed your mind?”
“His first day at work he picked me to ask out for a beer. I may be taking another shot at stupid, but it made me feel special.”
“You are special, in your own special way,” She said, a Cheshire grin accompanying her satire. “You guys have been doing a lot of beer drinking since you met; you must know a bit about him by now.”
“I know he lives in an apartment by himself.” I knew being vague would get her to ask questions.
“Did he finally move from his mom’s basement to his first apartment?”
“Funny. Actually…” and this is where I had to start storytelling, “and by the way, you can’t ever tell him I told you this.”
“You haven’t told me anything yet.”
“He hasn’t come right out and said it, but I think his wife left him for a black guy.” That was a fantasy Susan had shared with me back when she still had a vagina. I can be sarcastic too. I knew it would tweak her interest.
“So what did he come right out and say.”
“That he’s divorced. When I asked if he’d like to talk about it, mostly because I knew you’d want the details, he said, ‘Let me put it this way, she has a thing for black guys and didn’t seem to care that I knew what she was doing. So, no, I don’t want to talk about it.'”
“Wow. That’s interesting. Good job honey. You brought me the juicy stuff. Sounds like he’s not over it.”
“He’s clearly not. He tears up when he mentions her. He doesn’t bring her up till we’ve had drinks.”
“Then what does he say?”
” ‘That fucking bitch,’ mostly. On nights when we have to Ubber home he opens up more. He even told me he didn’t mind her having lovers on the side, but one of them told her she had to stop fucking him and she did.”
“Aren’t you the treasure chest of filthy gossip? What else?”
“Friday you have my permission to pick away at him. I have a feeling you’ll get more out of him, but don’t you dare mention things you aren’t supposed to know.”
“Fine. Fine. What does he look like?”
“Honey, I don’t want us to be people that base friendship on looks. Let’s be deeper than that.” You see what I did there. I had her expecting some obese or downright homely person, which isn’t a put down on the less appearance oriented. It’s just an acknowledgement that a handsome guy would have better luck fucking my wife, which was my objective. Bottom line, she was expecting not so pretty. “And remember, the guys a bit fragile,” I told her.
“Gotcha. We’ll keep the alcohol flowing and get the rest of the lurid tale.”
Under other circumstances that comment would have had me reluctant to bring him over. But remember, the story I’m feeding Susan is almost exactly opposite the truth. Before you get all judgmental, I know I told serious lies to her, but it was for her own good. I knew by the time she figured it out it wouldn’t matter. If what Daryl said about his cock and its affect on women was true, she’d be getting the best cock of her life and loving it.
I’d been working on Daryl too. Telling him things Susan wouldn’t have wanted me sharing. I didn’t make anything up though. I told him we had done a couple of threesomes many years ago and that while awkwardly fun, Susan never took to any of the guys and didn’t want a repeat performance with either of them. I told him how Susan had completely lost interest in sex. Then, after telling him that, I looked him in the eye and said, “I know it will be different with you.”
“Oh come on. What are you saying?”
“That my wife has lost interest in sex, and I need help getting her re-interested.”
“Would this be a one-time thing?”
“I hope not. My biggest fantasy is for her to have a boyfriend that completely controls the sexual side of her life, while also encouraging her to take care of my needs.”
“Well that’s fucking hot.”
“Wait till you see her.”
“Tell me more about how this would work.”
“Anytime you came over needing sex I would want her to have the attitude that I needed to sit down, shut up and stay out of the way unless allowed to watch or join in.”
“I look at porn too. You want a hotwife.”
“Yes, and for you to be the bull that basically owns her pussy.”
“Let’s do this.”
I had to tell Daryl about the story I told Susan. I told him he had to play the jilted husband who’s still reeling from the pain. “And by the way,” I said, “I also told her your wife left you for black cock, but only because Susan has a black cock fantasy and I knew she would be intrigued and want to get more of that part of the story out of you.”
Daryl said, “I’m a great story teller, I can easily fill in the blanks, or blacks as it were.”
Friday came around and I left work early, getting home around four. Susan was wearing sweat pants and a sloppy blouse. “What are you going to wear tonight,” I asked.
“I hadn’t thought about it. What do you suggest?”
“I’m sure that Daryl, being a typical guy, would appreciate you wearing something sexy. So would I.”
“I’m wearing a nice pair of gray slacks and a white blouse with maybe a couple top buttons undone. I’ll wear a black bra and he’ll feel special getting glimpses of it. The two of you can feel special together.”
“You’re too funny, but I think you’ll regret not dressing sexy when you see what a lonely loser this guy is. If anybody could use a cheap thrill to perk up his outlook on life, it’s him.”
“You really like this guy huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll see what I can do, and I know you’ll need to get lucky later if I dress sexy. I’m sorry I haven’t been to with it lately on that score.”
I hadn’t expected that admission. “We’ll work it out,” I said. I’d like to have told her a plan was already in place for resurrecting her libido.
I was tending the steaks on the patio when the doorbell rang. “Can you get that,” Susan called out, “I’m getting dressed.”
I opened the door to Daryl dressed the way he does when he’s pussy hunting. New looking blue jeans, a thick black leather belt with matching black leather shoes, a dark plaid shirt with the top two buttons undone revealing some manly chest hair and tailored to show off his trim stomach. He had flowers and a bottle of wine.
As he entered Susan came down the hall and both of our mouths dropped open. She had a black dress on that I’ve never been able to get her to wear when we go out. She’s says it’s too short for public. She wore black stockings that I hoped were not pantyhose. Her makeup was more stunning than usual and her red lipstick really showed off her full and very kissable lips. She looked like a model with her hair falling over both sides of her shoulders. I’m not sure who was seducing whom.
She walked up to Daryl and I could see the approval in her eyes. “Are those for me?”
“Uh, yes,” he said, obviously affected by Susan’s beauty. I’m sure he was feeling very lucky that I wanted him to seduce my gorgeous wife. It was just a matter of time before he would be trying desperately to hide his growing hard on. I wondered if I should hand him a towel now to drape over his lap. And what the fuck was with Susan. Every since I told her about him coming for dinner she seemed to sense that a good cock was about to enter her life. Maybe her lack of interest in sex was more of a lack of interest in sex with me.
I took the flowers and wine and headed to the kitchen, setting the wine on the dining room table as I passed through and finding a vase for the flowers. I later learned that when I stepped away Susan held out her hand to shake and he lifted it, bending down to gently kiss it while maintaining eye contact the whole time. She said she could feel her face turning red and a shiver ran up her spine.
They both looked flustered when they entered the dining room, him from knowing he was going to fuck her and her from failingly trying not to want to. “Have a seat you two. Daryl, you can poor the wine and I’ll grab the steaks and potatoes. Go ahead and dish up some salad.”
Our plan, Daryl’s and mine, was to make sure nothing happened that night, even if Susan seemed to want it to. We both thought it would be more fun to tease her first and get her to make the first move toward bedding him. It’s not like he was desperate for pussy.
After small talk involving working together, Susan brought up his marital status. “So how does a handsome man like you stay single.” By then we were on our third glass of social lubrication. We were finishing off the tasty syrah he had brought.
“Oh, I guess Carl told you I’m divorcing.”
“Yes, I hope you don’t mind that I prodded him. I like to have an idea of who he’s hanging out with. I hope single life is treating you nicely.”
“Yes, well, I’m a bit emotionally raw from the break up, so I haven’t been dating. I really don’t want another relationship, but I miss sex a lot. I’m sorry if that’s too much information.”
“Don’t be silly, we’re grownups. What would you like to happen next?”
Daryl looked at me, as if for permission to speak freely. “Go ahead, tell her what you told me.” I actually had no idea what he was going to say. We were making it up as we went at that point.
“I told your husband I’d like to find a woman that was too into her career to want the confines of a relationship, but who nonetheless needed regular sex.”
“Okay, I guess I asked for that. But thanks for being honest. It’s refreshing.”
“I try.”
“Why don’t you guys settle in the parlor while I clear the table. And why don’t you break out that Irish you’ve been saving.”
“I’m down to my last bottle, but this does feel like a special occasion.”
Our parlor is a small cozy room, 12’X12′ with comfortable chairs and a round, antique, walnut coffee table in the center. I told Daryl to have a seat while I put some soft jazz on the Bose Acoustic Wave Machine. I dimmed the lights to a comfortable glow and opened my last bottle of the smoothest 12-year whiskey I’d ever tasted. “Rocks as usual,” I asked him.
“Yeah, you know what I like.” Then he held up his hand and shook it saying, “Your wife is so fucking hot.”
Susan walked in just catching the last part. “Is it too warm in here,” she said, though I’m sure she caught the gist of what he was saying.
“No, no,” Daryl stammered. “I was complimenting the music.”
“Have a seat honey,” I said to Susan, “I’m going to grab a bucket of ice.” I left and came back. “Shit, Honey, we’re out of ice. I’ll run down to the corner and get some. Be right back.” This was part of the plan. I wanted to see what she would do with some time alone with him.
When I got back they were both grinning. “We couldn’t wait. We did a couple of shots without you.”
“I’ll do one and we’ll all basically be on the same page.” I fixed and handed them an Irish over and settled into one of the chairs. I noticed Susan had chosen to sit kitty-corner to Daryl, giving him a great view of her legs. I also noticed she had not worn pantyhose. Her dress was so short all of her stocking tops were showing and a small bit of bare thigh and garter strap. She was keeping her legs tightly closed, but that changed as the drinks poured. Susan kept the conversation focused on Daryl. She slathered him in compliments and asked what he was looking for in a career oriented sex partner. That’s when he pretty much sealed the deal.
“I want a woman that looks as good as you for starters.”
“Well, thank you.”
“And with legs as sexy as yours.”
“Do you think so?”
I sat quiet and let them exchange flirtatious comments. I couldn’t help but notice that Susan got a little careless with her closed legs, or that Daryl definitely noticed when she did. I could swear every time he looked down she opened a little more.
An hour later Daryl emerged from the bathroom and announced he had called an Ubber, leaving a sinking look on Susan’s face.
“Do you have to go,” she said, opening her legs wider still. Through the dim light even I could see the bulge in his pants. I glanced at Susan who was staring right at it. Oh my, describes the look on her face. I couldn’t wait to see what she had to say after he left.
“I do, but it was great talking to another woman about my divorce. Maybe we can talk again and you can help me process the whole thing.”
“That’s a great idea, just let me know when.”
“Yes, we’ll work it out.”
As he was ready to leave Susan nearly ran over and planted a kiss on his cheek. They hugged tightly and all was looking good.
She dragged me to the bedroom and yanked off the panties she had pulled on last, leaving her stockings and dress on. She jumped on the bed and spread her legs wide, looking at me with a devilish grin. “I think I had an effect on him,” she said.
“He did seem to really like you. Did he have an effect on you?”
“Don’t be silly. You had me thinking he was some kind of visual basket case. He’s gorgeous, of course I noticed that.”
“Yes, he is. I think you misunderstood what I said about his looks,” I lied. “Anything else?”
“Did you see the bulge in his pants,” she asked.
It would have been fun to tell her what I knew of his cock, but I didn’t want to do anything that would have her thinking I was setting her up.
“No, but now that you mention it, I could swear you were giving him a show. You were a little careless with keeping your legs closed. It’s no wonder he was getting stiff.”
“Sorry. As the drinks poured I was having trouble remembering to keep them closed. And now that I’m past 30 I do wonder if I’m still attractive. Maybe I was unconsciously wanting to give him a show, seeing if a guy who could basically get any woman would be attracted to me.”
Our conversation had me rock hard. I climbed between her legs, fucked her for about 90 seconds, came, rolled over and fell asleep in about five seconds. It was all part of the plan to compound whatever sexual frustration she was already experiencing.
The next day, Saturday, I was doing some routine maintenance on my GTO. When I came in for lunch Susan said, “Guess who called me.”
“Who?”
“Daryl — out of the blue.”
“I think you made an impression on him last night. What happened on the phone call?”
“He wanted to know if I could come by his place tonight to talk about his ex and how things ended.”
“What time did he want us to come over?”
“I think I should go by myself. I think he wanted it to be just the two of us so he could really open up.”
I had a feeling something was going to get really opened up, and I hoped it was Susan.
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“He just wants to unload about his wife. I’m sure it would be embarrassing for him if you were there.”
“He may want to unload a load.”
“Why do you have to make everything dirty?”
“You know, he says he’s been a while without sex.”
“That’s not my problem.”
“Have you thought about what you’d do if he made a pass at you?”
“He wouldn’t.”
“You’re very beautiful and he’s very horny. You’ll be alone together, somewhere private so his sad tale won’t be overheard by strangers. And, you’ll be talking about relationships and sex is part of that.” If she wondered why I would let her go into a situation like that, she didn’t ask.
“What should I do if he makes a pass?”
“I think you’ll be able to handle that. It’s not like he’s going to lose control and rape you. If the situation makes you uncomfortable just leave. Anyway, you’ve been somewhat dormant in the sex department for a while now. It’s gotten to where I’m afraid to ask for sex because the rejection hurts. If I can’t get any I don’t think anyone else will.”
I carefully avoided telling her she was not to let him make a pass. Nor did I tell her to let him. The whole point was to create a situation where she would be too overcome with desire to say no.
“Hey, I said I was sorry about my lack of interest. We’re going to work on that together, I promise. I don’t think I’ll be uncomfortable with him, but I should do a couple shots before I go huh.”
“That’s an excellent idea. When are you going over there?”
“I have to call and confirm and see what time he wants me to be there.”
“I’m going back to work in garage.”
“I’ll let you know what’s up.”
“Sounds good.” I ate and returned to the garage. I knew she’d call him soon, so I waited for about an hour to make sure she had and then I called him.
“Daryl, it’s all working perfectly. It’s her idea to go alone tonight and I’m damn sure it’s not for the reason she gave.”
“Yes, she just called and said she’d be by herself and asked if I had a good red on hand. Just to be clear, you’re giving me a green light with no restrictions and you want me to try to turn her into a slut.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want. A slut, your slut, whatever. I’m hoping that by the time you’re done with her tonight she’ll be worshipping your cock.”
“Don’t worry about that, they all do. But do you want a guarantee that she’ll be a good slut after tonight?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I remember you saying she has a black thing.”
“Yes. She used to bring it up when we fucked. She says she got fucked good by a black guy before I met her and it really turned her on.”
“Here’s what I’m thinking. I’m going to fuck her senseless and then tell her if she wants it to be a regular thing she has to commit to being my dedicated whore. If she agrees I’ll tell her she has to prove it by fucking a black friend of mine. I’ll set it up with my black friend ahead of time, get the guy over and turn her out. When we’re done you’ll have the hotwife you want and I’ll have a slut anytime I need one.”
I agreed. His plan had me rock hard.
“And don’t let her shower before coming home. I want it to be obvious she has become your whore.”
“I like that you kinky fuck. She may be a little loose down there.”
“That would really be a turn on.”
“Like I said, you kinky fuck.”
I was hard all afternoon and took a break to jack off while looking at one of my garage posters of a slut bent over a hotrod.
When I came in at 4:00 Susan already had dinner on the table. Hamburgers and fries. “What’s the dinner rush.” I asked, though I knew. We usually eat closer to 6 than 4.
“I still have to get ready to go have a talk with Daryl.”
“Oh, that’s right.” I pretended to have forgotten the whole thing. I loved that she was pretending, probably to herself as well, that she was just going to talk with Daryl. It was fun letting her play that game.
“What do you think I should wear?”
“What do you want to wear?”
“He really liked my legs. He complimented them at least three times.”
“Wear a short dress again. He’ll be jacking off all night thinking about you after you leave.”
“I don’t think I’m that exciting, but I have to admit, that’s an erotic visual.”
“And no pantyhose, they’re such a turn off.” I was eager see whether she put her panties on first or last. Last would mean she wanted to be able to take them off while leaving her sexy stockings and garter on. She knew from me that men like that.
We finished eating and I poured us both a shot of Irish. We downed them and she scooted off to get ready.
She came out of her room with her coat on and buttoned. Since she keeps it in the hall closet I found that strange. I looked at her funny and she said, “Well, it’s supposed to get cold tonight.”
“So what dress did you decide on?”
“Oh, that yellow one you like.”
“That really short one?”
“Yeah, I guess it’s kind of short. You said to wear a short dress.”
“That’s right,” I said, without asking her to unbutton the coat and show me.
I knew what she picked. It was a pastel yellow flowered print of a thin material that was translucent in the right light. It cinched under her breasts and flared from there down. It was one of those dresses that fans out with the slightest turn of the hips. It barely covers her stocking tops and I had told her many times how deliciously slutty it looked. It was also a dress she only wore around the house, but hadn’t in some time.
Looking down at the part of her leg that was peeking out from her coat, I could see she wore dark brown hose and sexy red high heels. Changing her mind, I guess, about being secretive, she unbuttoned the coat and threw it on the kitchen table. “Make me one more drink,” she said, and did a pirouette. Her dress flared, showing panties that were pulled on over her stockings and garter. It was as if she was telling me she intended to fuck him to see if I objected.
“What time do you want me home?”
“I want you home when you want to come home. I’ll wait up because I have a feeling you’re going to be horny. This is a win win situation,” I said, as I poured us both another shot of the good Irish.
“Stop it.”
“I’m just saying. You seemed impressed with him and I’m betting he’ll charm you and have you eager to get home and have sex.”
“Yeah, maybe so, horn dog.”
“Maybe I’ll get back that horny woman I married,” I said, and handed her the shot. We sat at the kitchen table and downed them. “One more for the road?” I asked.
“I’m driving.”
“I called you an Ubber.”
As we waited for it she had two more. She was primed with enough alcohol to push her inner slut button. As we did our shots I couldn’t help but feel very lucky to have such a sexy looking wife, and I was thrilled that although it was an unspoken truth, she was on her way to get fucked by a handsome and charming man with a huge cock. I knew she’d be different in a very delicious way when she came home.
The Ubber honked and I walked her to the door. She turned to the side when I went to kiss her, not needing to explain that she didn’t want her lipstick messed up. “Have fun and see if you can help my friend get his head on straight. I’m tired of listening to him whine.” She smiled broadly as we pulled apart. I could almost hear her thinking about spreading her legs to “help my friend.”
I’m not sure how things unfolded when she got there, but at 11:00 p.m. the phone rang. I picked up the phone and said, “Hi Honey.”
“Hi Baby. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Your friend has a huge cock and it’s way up inside me right now.”
“Wow. It’s okay, Baby. You must have needed that.” I heard Daryl say, “Tell him what you agreed to.”
“Baby, I don’t ever want to lose you, but I’m Daryl’s whore now. I promise to take good care of your needs too, but I’m his whore. Oh my god, he’s going in and out again. I’ve cum so many times. Oh shit, here I go again. Uhhhhg…fuuuuuck… yeeesssss…fuck your whore….dammmmmiiit.”
“You never cum like that when I fuck you.”
There was silence as she regrouped.
“Baby his cock is in my face now. He wants me to drink his jizz. I can’t say no.”
“Please enjoy his sperm, Baby. Show him you can be a good whore for him.”
“Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how bad I need to taste him.” Then all I heard were slurping sounds as she finished him off.
She got back on the phone. “Baby, I know I usually spit you out, but no more. Daryl says I can’t do that anymore with any guy and I don’t want to.”
“I love you Susan.”
“Darryl wants me to prove I can be a good whore.”
“How so?”
“He called a black friend who’s coming over right now to fuck me. He says a good whore is one you can turn out. Is it okay, Baby?”
“Is it what you want?”
“Yes, Baby. My pussy’s burning to fuck anyone Daryl tells me to fuck. I need to be his whore so bad. How could you still want to be my husband?”
“I want it more than ever. I’m so glad to have you say those dirty things to me. If something is what you want, you don’t have to get my permission. I just want you to share the experience in detail later so I can feel a part of it.”
“I will, Baby. Thank you. I’m going to make you so happy. But I’ll probably be very late tonight.”
“It’s okay, but please don’t shower before coming home. I want you to taste like you’ve been having a real good time when you get home. Put Daryl on.”
“Hey, Buddy, keep her over night if you need to, but do me a favor if you do.”
“Anything my friend.”
“This is going to sound way kinky.”
“I think we’re all in that boat at this point.”
“When you and your friend are done fucking her tonight, pull her panties on her and fuck her again in the morning with them on. Send her home looking and smelling like she’s been used as a whore all night.”
“I can do that, and thanks. At least for now, I don’t think I’ll be needing any other women in my life. She’s helped me to realize how much I love fucking married sluts.”
“That’s good to hear; Susan’s going to need a lot of you.”
“Gotta go. My friend’s knocking.”
He hung up and I jacked off. By all indications Susan was acclimating to her new status as my hotwife and Daryl’s slut perfectly. It was difficult, but I managed to dose off about two a.m. I woke near ten and Susan still wasn’t home. I wanted to call but I knew if there was any problem someone would have called.
She finally came in about two in the afternoon sporting an I-got-fucked-so-good smile. She ran to me and gave me a big tongue kiss. I could smell and taste semen, and something else. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said. “Daryl said you want me to be his whore because it excites you.”
“You’ve no idea how turned on I am at the way things are working out.” I noticed she even had cum in her hair and that “something else” was a strong smell of pee on her.
“I am too Baby. You know I had a thing for black guys. Being Daryl’s whore and letting him turn me out like that felt like 100 dreams coming true. I’m going to be constantly horny and you’re welcome to fuck any of my holes anytime you want. He’s coming home with you tomorrow night after work. He wants to show you what his cock does to me.”
“Let’s go to bed. I need to taste you and hear about the rest of the night.”
We hopped on the bed and she spread her legs. I brought my face up close and marveled at her panties. There were no dry spots. Cum drenched the entire area. Her stockings had cum smears all over them. Her thighs had a layer of dried cum and fresher cum on top of that. Her panties were dripping. The smell of piss and jizz was strong. “Why do you smell like pee,” I asked.
“I pulled a train for Daryl and his black friends last night and again today when we woke up. When they were done Daryl told me that sometimes men like to piss on their whore. He said only really good whores will let men do this.”
“So you let them?”
“I didn’t let them, I begged them. I said ‘please squirt your hot piss on me.’ I got on my knees in the shower and let my slut instincts take over. ‘Your whore needs piss’ I said. One at a time they stepped up and aimed their hot streams at me. It felt so good and I felt so dirty. I even opened my mouth so they could piss in it. I drank their dirty piss, Baby, and I thanked them for it. Did you want me to be that dirty, Baby? Do you still want me to be your wife?”
This was about a thousand times hotter than anything I could have imagined. “Yes, Baby, to both your questions. It sounds like you were as dirty as you needed to be.” She smiled and kissed me, confirming what I said.
“Baby, all this time the problem has been that I needed to be a whore and didn’t know it.”
“I’m just glad we figured it out,” I said, and proceeded to give her a thorough tongue bath, appreciating how good a well used whore tastes.