An adult stories – It Happened One Night by 1794_1794,1794_1794 It happened one Night
I was at my bar, the one that caters to the less refined elements of society; elements I lived next door to before success upgraded my life to a better neighborhood. They were still my people. I was copping a serious buzz with my drinking buddies when my wife walked in. She’d been at the male stripper review at the local casino with her annoying slut girlfriend, Beth. My wife, Carly, sidled up next to me and whispered in my ear, “Honey, we need to go.”
My hangout was mostly a place men went to gripe about their wives because they didn’t have the relationship skills to work anything out. I was there to gripe about my wife going out with her aggravating friend, Beth, one of the things we hadn’t worked out.
I’m Steve, by the way. I’m an average Joe. Some women find me handsome and some don’t. Carly finds me handsome and that’s all that really matters to me. All men, on the other hand, seem to be attracted to Carly: 5’6″ of leggy blond, one of THOSE asses, slender waist, perfect tits, in my estimation, smallish but pert and cute with large nipples. She had all that with a really cute face and a dangerously inviting smile. We’d been married for eight years, but a problem was developing, aside from Beth.
Beth was Carly’s very sexy and very slutty best friend. I actually didn’t mind the sluttiness, and in fact hoped it would rub off on my wife, but if my wife was actually going to do anything slutty, I didn’t want Beth to have anything to do with it. If that makes me sound neurotic, well, maybe so.
Beth would do things she knew would piss me off. For instance, and this is just one of many for instances, they would be going out together and I would ask my wife not to stay out too late and to check in periodically so I wouldn’t worry. Beth would make sure she didn’t get in till after 1 a.m. and that no call home was made. I never knew whether Beth was seriously fucking with me, or my wife was blaming stuff on Beth that she had just as heavy a hand in. Beth got her little digs in whenever she could, always accusing me of being too controlling or not trusting my wife.
I actually had everything to do with how things played out that night. It started two years ago when bedroom boredom had reached mind numbing proportions for me. In Carly’s defense, she was open to anything as long as it only involved the two of us. She did like the attention she got from other men when she went out with Beth, but brought the resulting need for cock home to me. That’s why I tolerated Beth.
Eight years is a long stretch for monogamy and “anything” the two of us could think of had run its course. The positions ran out first; it’s not like we were into yoga and constantly gaining flexibility. Lingerie got explored and porn and toys. Fantasies got explored and role playing became a thing.
Our favorite role play centered on my wife fucking other men. When surfing porn on the net I always gravitated toward cuckold or slut-wife porn, which seemed to turn Carly on as much as me. In our favorite role play she would play the part of a bored housewife. She would go into a bar ahead of me and I would stroll in, sit down and hit on her as if we were strangers.
Our conversations were ad lib, but we both put thought into it ahead of time. We both thought the game was fun. One time, after introductory small talk, she said, “You know, to be honest, I’m here tonight because my husband thinks it would be sexy for me to go out and fuck a stranger.”
I responded, “That’s interesting. Tell me more about that.”
“He says the thought of being married to a slutty wife turns him on.”
“What do you think about it?”
“At first I just thought it was weird and crazy, but then I started imagining how sexy it would feel to be married and let other men fuck me.”
“Sounds like you’re reconsidering.”
“I’m definitely getting more curious, and I do get wet when I think about it. My friend Beth tells me how much she loves being loose and letting lots of guys fuck her.”
Then she slid her hand up my thigh till it was touching my granite cock. “Feels like hearing about sluts turns you on.”
“Yes, uh, what else does your husband say turns him on about you being a slut.”
“He says if I was a slut he would always be horny and turned on by my needs.”
“I’m imagining you’d go out and get picked up, then when it was over you’d take a shower and be all squeaky clean for hubby.”
“You’d think, but that’s not what he describes. He wants me to pull my panties up over my cum filled pussy and come home like that. He wants to see what I taste like after I’ve been out fucking. He’s wants me to be dominant when I come home and humiliate him by bragging about my sexcapades.”
“What a kinky fuck he is.”
“I haven’t done anything like that, but can you imagine how erotic it would be. I fantasize about getting my pussy filled by a lover and then make husband clean it with his tongue. That thought brings out a real dominant streak in me.”
“Think you’ll ever do it?”
“I just need to find a guy man enough to take me in the men’s room and fuck my cunt full.”
That time we were both so hot we ended up heading straight to the men’s room where I fucked her in a stall. We went home after that and I pretended I had been home waiting for her. “How did it go sweetie,” I asked.
She walked over and said, “Why don’t you get on your knees and look up my dress. I think you’ll see how it went.”
More than once we did it in the car in the parking lot. We both found it exciting, but my need to go further haunted me and in fact was inflamed instead of satiated by our sexy games.
More and more I wanted her to actually fuck a stranger and I brought it up often. Little did I know, she was sharing all this with Beth. I’m sure Beth was plotting big time from the first mention of me wanting Carly to fuck other men. I’m sure she would love to have had Carly as a slut buddy, and I’m sure she coaxed Carly in that direction with tales of her slutty adventures. If it wasn’t for the friction with Beth, I probably would have enlisted her help with Carly. The two of us could easily have come up with a plan.
I decided to take another shot at convincing Carly to, well, to be slutty on more than a fantasy level. I planned a surprise dinner. I knew some romantic gestures would be helpful. Prerequisite wine was called for and I brought two bottles of her favorite Tempranillo up from the basement. It was Saturday and while she had a leisurely day shopping, I prepared a fantastic meal, got out the candles and set the table.
She came home in a great mood and was thrilled that I had prepared her favorite, and my specialty, lasagna. We enjoyed the dinner, toasting to shopping, love, good food and wine. After the meal I fixed her favorite cocktail, a dirty martini. It seemed appropriate as I intended for our conversation to get very dirty.
I didn’t mind paying for the extravagance of her shopping expeditions, but I asked for something in return, that she dress very sexy when she went shopping, and enjoy the attention she got. I would ask her about the attention when she returned home. It seemed like a step in the right direction, and who knew what might happen.
We sat in the living room and I complimented how available she looked in her slutty clothes. She was still dressed in the clothes she went shopping in: a very short dress that fanned out from the waist down. It came an inch below the bottom of her stocking tops, but being thin material it didn’t take much movement to reveal her stocking tops and more. She wore white bikini panties my favorite, white stockings and white garter belt. The light yellow dress had a red belt that set off her red high heels. She looked like a high priced prostitute, or a high class slut.
We sat on the couch and sipped our after dinner drinks. She sat with one leg pulled onto the couch and her dress hiked up. Her panties were in full view, and she knows what that does to me. I brought the conversation around to sex by asking if anyone had hit on her at the mall. She said, “I’ve come to like dressing this way for you,” she said, “but right now that’s as far as I’m going to go, and yes, I get hit on. It turns me on if that’s what you want to hear.”
“I do like hearing that.”
“Don’t you ever feel like you’re playing with fire? What if I meet an irresistible hunk who wants to fuck?”
“You could act like Beth.”
“You hate Beth.”
“I don’t hate her for being a slut. I like the free spirited rebelliousness that sluts have, the way they seem to be wagging their middle finger at society’s roles and expectations for women. I dislike that she seems to take great joy in pissing me off.”
“She just loves to rib you because you’re my husband, not because she has anything against you.”
“I bet she has a plan for you.”
“She has mentioned she wished we had an open relationship. She also said you seem like a guy who would enjoy having a slut for a wife.”
That comment troubled me. “Why would she say that?”
“I may have told her a few things about your fantasies.”
“Fucking great! I feel you’re like feeding information to the enemy.”
That pushed the wrong button. “You’re a confused mother fucker,” she said, playfully, but with enough seriousness to trigger my defenses. “You’re trying harder than Beth to get me to be a slut.”
“Your right. I resent Beth for no good reason, really. I’ll work on it.”
“And anyway,” she said. “Beth also says you’d love it but you couldn’t handle it.”
“Of course I could,” I said defensively. “There would just have to be rules and stuff.”
“Yeah, and that’s what Beth said too, that you’d take a good thing and wreck it with rules. She’s got your number, and she definitely knows men.”
I felt like I was losing a chess match. “Rules would make sense.”
“According to Beth,”
These were three words I never cared to hear.
“Men’s rules are all about men’s egos. She said the rules would change or have additions every time you felt a pang of jealousy. It would be all about who I can fuck, when I can fuck them, what I’m allowed to do and not do. It would be all about you not being able to handle it. That’s why I’m not going to be a slut for you.”
It was aggravating that Beth was right. “Forget Beth for a minute. What do you want?”
“I have fears about the potential consequences if I fucked around. I would worry it might tear us apart. Do you care?”
“Staying together means everything to me.”
Truth is, Carly was very jealous, and I knew some of her hesitancy was about that. She brought it up right on cue.
“If I was fucking other men, would you still be willing to be faithful to me?”
“Men?”
“Yes. What if I was fucking several different guys? I’m asking because if I start down that path that could end up being the situation. I lost track of how many men Beth fucks.”
“That doesn’t surprise me, but the thing is, no other woman could turn me on like a wife who is a slut.”
“Beth tells me her slut stories and it makes me so hot. You’re both wanting me to be a slut and I’m thinking about it all the time now.”
“What are you thinking?”
“That if I do it I’ll like it, a lot.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I also fear that if you see how much I like it you’ll get jealous and you’ll want me to stop.”
“Still,” I said, “Nothing ventured nothing gained.”
“See, you’re not getting it. If I like it the way I think I’ll like it, and you ask me to stop, it’s possible that I would only switch to fucking behind your back. I’m just saying it’s possible. If that happens we’re on our way to divorce. You will have to convince me that you’ll have a handle on any jealousy that pops up. Are you sure this is a door you want to open?”
“How about this. You fuck one guy and we’ll see how it affects us. I’m sure that one won’t trigger you sexually to the point where there’s no return to monogamy. I’m sure I’ll be jealous, because men are programmed that way, but I think my feelings of eroticism will tell my feelings of jealousy to sit down and shut the fuck up.”
She leaned in and kissed me, a long, wet kiss with lots of tongue. Then she said, “That’s how I would be kissing other men, at least before I start sucking them off. Do you really want other men dumping loads in my mouth? You know me, I’ll come to need those loads. Are you really ready for that?”
“There are risks, but isn’t the lull we are both feeling in our sexual relations also a threat to our survival as a couple?”
We’d gone over my kinky desires in our very verbal foreplay, where I would confess my desire to slide my cock in her very messy, just fucked pussy. I would tell her how hot it would be to watch her get fucked good by a man with a much larger cock than what she was used to, and what a turn on it would be to feel her stretched out pussy. Sometimes, especially while we were fucking and the heat of passion was in control, I would tell her I would love to watch her service a group of men. In the heat of her passion she would think it all sounded exciting, but once the passion wore off she was back to, “Let’s play it safe and keep these things as fantasies.”
“I still say you couldn’t handle it,” she said.
“We won’t know unless you accept my dare to fuck someone.”
“Fine. Next Saturday.”
She didn’t exactly spell out what she meant and I needed pussy too much to go into it at the time. I just hoped it was what it sounded like, a promise to go out and get fucked.
After that I fucked her hard on our couch and with her promise on my mind, didn’t last long. We watched some porn to get my libido back, and then she pretended like she’d been out and told me she needed to be cleaned. We made love till late and neither of us said anything about “next Saturday” the next day or in the days that followed.
I definitely had mixed emotions about her actually doing what she promised. It did trigger jealousy, but it triggered desire for her to be a slut even more.
Come Saturday morning I watched her get dressed to go shopping. As the morning was a bit brisk she picked out a gray sweater dress, very short, soft, stretchy, tight fitting material with matching leg warmers. I hadn’t seen this outfit and it looked hot. Under it, her black bikini panties and below it black high heels. I wondered if they would let her in the mall dressed that hot.
She draped her black overcoat over her arm and I followed her to the door, wondering if she would say anything before leaving, such as “Are you sure you want me to do this.” I went to give her a peck on the lips but she turned so it landed on her cheek. “I don’t want my lipstick messed up,” she said. She stepped out of the house without mentioning her promise. She did look over her shoulder and smile as she walked to her car. The smile said, “It’s on,” and I hoped it was, in spite of my battle with mixed feelings.
It was 11 a.m. and I tried to keep myself busy. I had the urge to call her and call it off, admitting I couldn’t handle it, but then I thought, If she’s really going to do this, she’ll call for a final approval.
It wasn’t until 3:30 that I finally heard the car pull up. By that time I had already jacked off once just imagining that she might actually go through with it. I opened the front door and watched as she walked up, looking for any clue as to whether or not she had accomplished her mission. The first clue was that certain smile a woman has when she’s been fucked good. Her lipstick was intact, so she probably hadn’t given a blow job. My lusty need for the dirty details was overpowering.
Just as she had done in our roll plays, once inside she ordered me to my knees. She moved close and hiked her dress till I could see that her black panties had semen seeping through them. “Smell it,” she ordered. I did, and it answered the did-she-or-didn’t-she question. My wife was freshly fucked.
“Lay down,” she ordered, and I did. She sat on my face and pulled her panties aside. No further instructions were necessary. I licked at her pussy like a starving man, inhaling the rich scents of her sluttiness. “Is that good,” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, before going back for more.
When sufficiently cleaned she stood up and reached down to pull me up. She kissed me and her tongue searched my mouth. She pulled back and said, “Well, I do taste good.”
We went to the couch to talk about her adventure. I gazed into her eyes and saw something different. There was none of the previous reluctance to try on the slut hat. I was looking at the expression of a woman who tried it on and liked it. It scared me a little and triggered the demon jealousy. “What happened,” I said, with a hint of interrogation.
“Are you glad I got fucked or not?”
“It’s just very unexpected. I’m glad, it’s just, I guess I wanted more say in the matter. A final approval or something.”
That made her mad. “When did you tell me you wanted me to get a final approval?” My emotions were all over the place. Lust swirled with jealousy, passion with fear. This was what I wanted, but what did it mean that she just went out and did it, apparently with no more consideration than that afforded to the simple running of an errand.
“I don’t know that I did insist on a final approval, I guess I just thought you would call me or something before just doing it. How did it happen?”
“Did you like the way it smelled and tasted down there.”
“I’ve experienced that after I fucked you. What made it hot for me was knowing it was another man’s cum I was licking up.”
“Then does it matter how it happened. I got the cock I needed and you got to see what your wife tastes like after another man’s cock has been in there dumping cum.”
“I know, I’m just curious. How did it happen?” I was curious, and the voyeur in me did want every dirty detail for the sake of titillation, but I also wanted reassurance that her being a slut wasn’t going to lead to me losing her.
“I’ll be completely honest, if you promise not to get mad.”
What I heard was Beth was involved. “I won’t get mad, now what happened.”
“It seemed ridiculous to go shopping and hope a guy picked me up, so I called Beth and asked her to arrange something.”
“I fucking knew it!”
“I knew you wanted me to get fucked and I picked the most expedient way to make that happen.”
I was trying to keep up with my emotional morass. The mixture of excitement and fear based jealousy was debilitating. Beth arranging it made it feel like now had more control over Carly, and felt threatening. I still suspected that she wanted to break us up. “I just didn’t think this was going to happen so fast.”
“Fast? How long have you been telling me you want me to fuck other men? And I told you last week it was going to happen today.”
“I’m just confused by my conflicting emotions.”
“If you’re confused I’ll never do anything like that again. I don’t want to be the cause of your confusion. I thought you would love it and clearly you don’t know whether you do or don’t.”
That comment interrupted my feelings of jealousy. I realized she was right. In our fantasies I had constantly begged her to be a slut and now days, any time we had sex that fantasy was part of our roll playing. And the week before I had dared her to fuck a stranger. What was I confused about? “I just think we need more communication,” I said.
We did have great sex after that conversation. Her pussy did feel stretched and sloppy and it was really intoxicating to know how it got that way. But after the sex a silence set in between us. There was awkwardness in the days following that event.
As more days rolled by I returned to my typical level of horniness, now driven by the fact that my wife had actually let another man fuck her and she clearly liked it. I had licked the guys cum out of my wife’s pussy and found that to be very erotic. Thoughts of the details of that day were making me crazy with lust, but I wondered how to bring it up after my ridiculous behavior following her admission. We left off with her saying she wasn’t going to do it again, and I hadn’t objected.
From reading other stories, I’m guessing lots of wives go through this damned-if-I-do-and-damned-if-I-don’t phase. The husband wants the wife to be a slut, but then their ego can’t handle it. That’s where we were, but as I predicted, my horniness overruled my jealousy.
Two weeks went by before we found ourselves tossing back a few and relaxing on our bed, ready for some dirty talk as part of our foreplay, but there was still tension, and dare I take the dirty talk anywhere near her being a slut. I had to. It had clearly become what turned us both on.
I started with an apology. “Honey I’m so sorry for acting weird when you fucked that guy. You’re right, it was what I wanted and it doesn’t matter that Beth set it up. Can you forgive me?”
“I can forgive you, I just won’t do it again. Much as I liked being a slut.”
“Then why won’t you do it again?”
“Because of how men are. You want to turn me loose and control me at the same time, then claim I’m the one confusing you. I finally got fucked like you wanted and get accused of breaking some rule that you didn’t even mention. I got myself some good cock, only to find myself in trouble for not keeping to your imaginary rules. No more slut for you except in your fantasies.”
I was dumbfounded. I was put in my place, to be exact; shown to be my own worst enemy when it came to getting what I really wanted. “I love you,” I said, “What would it take for you to change your mind and try it one more time. I promise I won’t behave like an idiot this time.”
“I don’t see it happening again, but if it did it would be by my rules, not your controlling bullshit.”
The previous two weeks had given me plenty of time to realize that my wife being a slut was exactly what I wanted and that I would have to relinquish control if I wanted it to become a reality. “I’ll agree to anything,” I told her. That’s when she laid it on me.
“First,” she began, “I understand what it means to be a slut; I’ve had a friend or two in that category. You do not, so let me tell you some things. Sluts love sex, that’s a given, but there’s more to it; there’s a surrendering to that love of sex. There’s a sense of pride in wearing the label. You’re either a proud slut or a neurotic slut and I have no interest in the latter. You wanted me to be kind of a slut, which is no slut at all. It’s a S.I.N.O: a slut in name only. If I’m going to be a slut I’m going to be an R.S. or not at all.”
I was afraid to ask, but I did. “What’s an R.S.?”
“It’s a Real Slut. I’ll only do it if I can completely surrender to it. You don’t get a say in how many, how often, who, when, where — nothing. And if any of our friends hear about how I’ve become a slut and say something to you, you will defend me and confess your undying love for this slut. You’ll be honest and explain that you love having a slutty wife.”
The giving up control thing was a lot to consider. I wanted to, if that’s what it took to convince her to be my slutwife, I just didn’t know if I could be that…well, I guess you would say submissive. I agreed, knowing that I would have to grapple with whatever emotions came up along the way. Carly was so cute, and so hot, I could imagine men wanting to steal her away. I expressed this concern. “I don’t want to lose you some other dude.”
“That’s the one thing I can promise you. I now realize that you loving and wanting for my complete sexual satisfaction makes me love you more than ever. You’re my sweetheart, my protector and my provider. I don’t need or want another man for any of those roles. But, if I’m going to be a slut, In the area of sex, other men may end up with more control over my pussy than you have. Can you handle that?”
“Yes.”
“Then know this, I loved spreading my legs for that guy at Beth’s. Your cock has never made me cum without extra clitoral stimulation, but that guys did. If I do that a second time, I guarantee I won’t be able to pull back. I felt like I was coming home to who I really am. Think long and hard about this. You worry about some guy stealing me away, but I worry you’ll dump me because you’ll think I’m too much of a slut, and I won’t be able to stop.”
I said I wanted to move forward and I promised I would never leave her. She then told me that she would test me when I least expected it. She said it would involve her fucking one or more guys with me watching. I already knew that her hottest fantasy was a gang bang, and I knew that sooner or later it would happen if we went down this path. Thinking about that made me realize it was my hottest fantasy too. She said that when she tested me, if I complained, interfered or did anything other than tell her I loved her for being a good slut, it might be the end of our marriage.
“Think long and hard,” She said, again.
Now you know my part in the events leading up to her coming into my hangout bar that night. She hooked her arm in mine and said, “We need to go. I have arranged a very sexy surprise for you.”
“Really.”
“Yes. ”
She grabbed my hand and literally dragged me out of the place. In the car on the way home she explained the situation. Her and slut friend Beth had gone to the stripper show; that much I already knew. What I had not been informed of, not that it was any surprise, was that Beth was close friends with one the strippers and had fucked several of them. “So what happened and what’s this big surprise?”
“We got to go backstage,” Carly said.
“And?”
“Beth knows about my multiple lover fantasy, and how it turns you on too. She confided that there is nothing hotter than letting guys take turns. Her idea is to solve all the issues in one night: test your willingness, initiate my entry into a world she calls slutdom, and fulfill my deepest desire for multiple lovers.”
This was scaring me. How ready was I for whatever this was? It seemed like she was dodging my question. “What happened back stage?” This time my desire to know had nothing to do with jealousy or control; it was pure voyeurism.
“Beth introduced me to the shirtless, six pack bearing hunks, all handsome as fuck, as her wannabe slut girlfriend. I could feel the blood running to my face and imagined how red I must have been. A tall guy with long blond hair and amazing pecks walked up to me. He introduced himself as Jeremy Iron, his stripper name, and I could see why. All the guys were wearing bikini underwear of a very thin material, like they do on stage, and showing vivid outlines of their cocks. Mr. Iron’s cock was iron hard and sticking out the top of his briefs. ‘Sluts suck cock,’ he said, looking down at me.”
“Then what happened,” I asked unable to hide the perverse thrill I was getting out of her story.
“Pull over for a second.”
I did and she leaned over and breathed on me. “Can you smell it,” she asked.
“You’re breath smells like sperm.”
“Then you know what happened,” she said, putting her hand on my straining cock.
“So what happened next?”
“Beth sensed it was the perfect time. ‘I need a favor,’ she said. ‘Carly here is married, and her husband wants her to be a slut, but he’s a bit on the fence about it. I think if he sees how much she likes it he’ll get over his mixed feelings on the matter. Are you guys willing to fuck Carly senseless in front of her husband? You’ve seen what a good slut she is.” The group erupted in cheers and chants of ‘hell yes.'”
“This is a bit much to take in,” I said.
“Yeah, but it’s exactly the kind of thing I said I was going to do to test you, and there will never be a more perfect opportunity. Yes or no, Baby? Now or never?”
“You’re talking about pulling a train?”
“Exactly.”
The scenario was too erotic to say no, and given that I had set these wheels in motion, I didn’t dare. I was being offered a chance to see my wife fuck a group of men. Neither my inner voyeur nor my curiosity would allow me to say no. “Yes. I love you and I want this for you.”
“Okay, but there are stipulations.”
“Which are?”
“The guys are nervous about the fact that we haven’t done this before, and they said they’ve had bad experiences with husbands who thought they wanted a slutty wife until they saw her in action and flipped out. Apparently gang bangs are their side business, which is cool, because it means they get tested for STDs every week. They’ll only do it if you agree to be tied to a chair next to the bed, and agree that if you start complaining they will gag you as well. In other words, once they start, they’re not going to stop the action because you can’t handle it.”
What the fuck, I thought. “I’m sure I can behave myself without being tied to a chair. Would they want to tie my hands as well? It would be torture to watch you be a slut and not be able to jack off.”
“I don’t know. Beth will be in control of everything. She’ll be the master of ceremonies. You’ll have to work that out with her.”
That didn’t sit well with me. “In the heat of passion I’ve said some pretty crazy things. Has Beth heard all of it?”
“Yes. But she doesn’t think any of it’s crazy or weird. Believe it or not she admires you for the kinky fuck that you are. The two of you aren’t as different as you think.”
I felt pressured. I couldn’t say no, but could I surrender to Beth being in charge. If she was privy to all the stuff I shout out when erotically charged, and I didn’t doubt it, her being in charge could be intense. I sat quiet.
“Those were their conditions. We’re almost home, so make up your mind. You’ve been pushing me in this direction, and now I want this really bad. My pussy is aching for this to happen. It’s your choice. Am I going to be a real slut or do we go back to pretending? Do you want to see me cumming on cocks bigger than yours, begging men to fill my pussy with cum? Do you want to see me splattered in sperm, see men tense up as they start to unload their jizz in my mouth?”
She certainly knew how to convince me. I didn’t like the chair idea, or at least I didn’t think I did. It just sounded way too vulnerable, and Beth in charge was scary, but did I really have a choice in the matter. I wanted it as bad as she did. “Yes,” I said after minimal consideration. “Let’s do this.” We pulled in the driveway, both of us bursting with anticipation.
Carly had worn my favorite dress, favorite because it made a loud and simple statement: THIS IS A SLUT. It was black with spaghetti straps, cut low enough to show ample cleavage, but best of all, it was hooker short. Half of her black stocking tops showed when she was standing up and her white panties came into view when she sat down. Shiny black high heels completed her slut-wear.
I held the door open and Carly walked in ahead of me. When we entered there were 6 nude men sitting around our living room. Beth sat in a chair with a big grin on her face. Aggravating or not, she is cute and slutty, a compelling combination.
I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of asking her for help in turning Carly into a slut, but then, as Carly had correctly pointed out, I wanted to control everything and not share control with Beth. I guess I lost on that one, because here we were and Beth was in the driver’s seat. I sought consolation by telling myself that with Beth in control it was likely to be better than anything that I controlled. I was reluctantly happy to have Beth assisting in Carly’s transformation.
“Hi Beth,” I said, looking at her sitting there in her usual micro-mini skirt with legs invitingly open. I glanced between her legs at the tops of her stockings, the silky thighs above that and noticed her panties were showing, and why wouldn’t they be, it was Beth.
“Hi Steve. Glad you came around to my way of thinking. Your wife is so ready to be a slut, and as you can see I’m doing my part to help out. I’ll be the master of ceremonies this evening. I assume Carly told you the conditions.”
“Yes.”
“I’m playing the dominant in this scene. Is that going to work for you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Beth.”
“That’s closer.”
I quickly searched my porn watching memory banks and came up with, “Yes, Master Beth.”
“Ah. Nice,” She said, and threw in a condescending, “I knew you could do it,” that was so Beth.
I got cold feet. “Look Beth,” I said as I glanced around at the various men. They all had male model faces and gymtastic bodies and I couldn’t help but look at their cocks. I spotted the blond who had already squirted semen in my wife’s mouth and felt my cock start to stiffen.
I thought about how eager I would be if I knew six gorgeous sluts were about to take turns sitting on my face and cock. I knew that was the level of excitement and anticipation Carly was feeling.
“Look, Beth,” was as far as I got. She put a finger to her mouth to shush, me.
“Are you on board or not,” Beth sternly asked. There was no hint of humor or willingness to negotiate in her voice.
“Yes, I’m sorry. This is happening very fast.”
“Take your clothes off.”
I did as instructed, tossing them in a heap against the wall. “Am I going to be joining the action,” I asked jovially.
“No. I just wanted the guys to see your cock, you know, get a little look at what Carly is used to.”
I didn’t appreciate the word “little” in that sentence. Looking again at the cocks around the room I felt intimidated. I think the thermostat was down low too, so the coolness was probably making my cock shrink. These guys were obviously used to the cold from dancing naked. It wasn’t affecting them the same.
“Go around the room and introduce yourself,” Beth instructed.
While this was going on, Carly had sat on a large ottoman that we use as our fuck furniture because it’s so handy for so many positions. A couch, a perpendicular love seat and two chairs at the other end of the couch formed kind of a U shape where all the guys sat. I noticed they were looking at Carly on the ottoman.
With her legs as far apart as they were, I’m sure the guys were seeing all the way to my wife’s panties. She looked very eager and very willing. She was smiling and when she caught me looking in her direction she said “Oops” as she closed her legs and giggled. The guys all laughed.
There was a guy in each chair at the end close to me, three guys on the couch and one on the love seat at the opposite end. I walked up to the guy in the chair closest to me and said, “I’m Steve.” He was a broad shouldered black man with a handsome face. His cock was already hard and looked like a big chocolate candy bar, probably from my wife shooting him beavers and smiling at him.
“They call me Oh Henry,” he said, shaking my hand. It was a turn-on to know that Carly had always wanted to fuck a black guy. I moved to the next guy.
Brown skin. Amazing muscles. Ruggedly handsome. Very thick cock and very hard. He was looking at my cock as I stepped in front of him. He was also glancing behind me and I turned quickly to see why. Carly had her legs spread, her knees pulled up and her hand was between her legs rubbing her pussy over her panties. She didn’t close her legs when I looked this time.
The guy sitting in front of me grinned, and then as a means of testing me he said, “What a sleazy white whore your wife is.” His Mexican accent added to how sexy it sounded. Hearing him talk about her like that had my cock sticking straight out, yearning to be more than five.”
“See guys,” Beth said, “I told you.” It was either in reference to my cock size or to how Carly being a slut turned me on, or both.
Not only did it not bother me the way you’d think it would, especially with it being Beth saying it, but I had managed to turn things around in my mind. I decided that having a smallish cock was a good thing because it would make Carly enjoy other men’s bigger cocks all the more.
I moved to the next guy and held my hand out. He introduced himself as Santos Claus, and a jolly man he seemed to be.
The next guy introduced himself as Eduardo the Wad. Beth hollered out, “That one will give Carly the kind of load she needs.” I shook his hand, hoping that was true.
At the end of the line was as impressive a hunk as one might imagine. He stood and I’m guessing 6’4″. As he stood he moved his hand over his combed back, black hair with light speckles of gray on the sides, pushing it all away from his square chin and deep-set grayish blue eyes. This guys face was in a class somewhere above hansom, and I could just imagine how eager Carly was to be his slut.
Long legs, arms, torso. Everything was taught and muscled, Not the kind where you appear too busy in the gym to have time to fuck, but the kind where it you appear ready to slay dragons, and fuck sluts into nirvana.
With him standing in front of me I had to look up to make eye contact. I had to look up to avoid looking slightly down at the cock jutting from his body. After glancing peripherally at it I was afraid to get a closer look. He smiled at me and said, “I’m Dick Driver.”
Dick was exactly the kind of guy I feared could take Carly by the hand and walk her out of my life. I went to shake his hand and he said, “Shake that.”
I felt like I was in a trance. I reached out grabbed the end his cock and shook it. When I let go it just stood there pointing up at a 45% angle. 11 inches long and close to 2 1/2 inches thick. It was a freak of nature and I don’t know how he didn’t pass out from blood loss when he got hard. I’d had dildos that long in Carly before, but never anything anywhere near that thick. I couldn’t help but wonder how Carly would react to having Dick drive that dick into her pussy.
“That’s enough,” Beth said, impatience filling her terse tone. “You’ve all had your male bonding moment. Get in your chair,” she said to me, pointing to the one closest to the bed.
Before we got home, Beth had the guys move the dining room table to the patio before taking the king sized box spring and mattress into the dining room from our master bedroom. The dining room chairs were placed around the bed. It was a stage and audience seating kind of thing. The moment was so much bigger than I was that I hadn’t even thought to bitch about Beth rearranging our furniture. I did wonder who was going to put the mattress back.
I walked over to the chair and sat. It was maybe two feet from the makeshift bed.
Someone had retrieved some ties from my suit closet and a guy was standing on either side of me. Beth said, “Good boy, you sit while the real men tie you to the chair.” She was talking to me like she was training a dog. The men started tying my ankles to the legs of the chair. My hands were free but they tied two ties together and made a seat belt type restraint by going across my waste and tying it to the back chair legs. Keep in mind, Beth had made me strip naked. My cock was sticking out and it was embarrassingly hard as I anticipated the rest of the evening. With Beth in charge I knew there would be surprises.
“Tie his left hand to the back of the chair and leave his right hand free,” Beth commanded. I’d never heard her speak in such a serious and forceful way. At least she knew I would need to jack off.
As they did that the other men wandered in and took seats around the bed. Then Beth motioned to Ben and he got up and grabbed a tripod and a video camera, setting them up so the camera was aimed at me. “What the fuck, Beth?” I said.
“We just need a little insurance. What’s to stop you from getting pissed and claiming we tied you up and raped your wife?”
“You know we wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh, I do, but they don’t.”
All the guys were nodding. Carly, now standing next to me, said, “It’s no big deal Baby, what’s the problem?” I was naked and tied to a chair in a roomful full of men who were about to fuck my wife every which way but loose, and yet still imagined I had some control. The male ego is very interesting.
“I just need you to look into the camera and say that you want these superb men to fuck your wife.”
They started the camera rolling and Beth asked me, “Steve, on this 23rd day of March in the year 2015, do you want these 6 well endowed men to put their cocks’ in your wife’s pussy and mouth.”
“Yes,” I said, and I thought that was it. Then she asked, “Since you know they get checked regularly, are you okay with them not wearing condoms?”
“Yes.”
“And why don’t you and Carly want them to wear condoms?”
I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Carly who was now sitting a few feet away on the bed. “Just tell them the truth, Baby,” Carly said.
“That’s okay, Carly, you’re going to get to make a statement too,” Beth said. “We’ll give him a pass on that question.”
“One more thing, do you promise to follow all my instructions.”
“Yes, we’ve been over that and it seems irrelevant to your stated cause for this video.”
“Your right. Carly your turn.” The camera was pointed at her. “Carly, are you going to willingly spread your legs and open your mouth so these men can use you like the slut you are?”
“Yes. I want this real bad,” Carly said, and for maybe the first time it registered for me just how desperate she was for this to happen. As she sat there on her knees on the bed I could see a slight movement of her pelvis. She was involuntarily doing a little fucking motion with her hips in anticipation of what was to come. The look of lust and need on her face told me I was looking at a future R.S.
“Would you like to tackle the condom question since Steve couldn’t seem to?”
“Yes.” She looked at me as if she was about to betray me. “I love jizz,” she began. “I love when it shoots in my mouth and on my face and tits, I love when my cunt gets filled with it. I love the taste and the smell and the feel of it.”
“That’s good, Carly. Any more and these guys will be cumming all over themselves.”
Everyone laughed, but truth is, I was about to cum on myself listening to Carly’s gutter slut mouth.
“Okay everybody, we just have one more thing before we complete Carly’s transition from good girl wife to slut wife,” Beth said.
“I’m ready, Beth, please, I’m ready.” Again the desperation dripped from her words and her hand was back kneading her cunt and pushing her panties inside for the ultimate wet spot/camel toe look. She looked from man to man around the room making eye contact with all of them, giving them her best come-fuck-me look.
“I know about need, Carly, I’m a slut too, but this has to be done. Henry, I know you’ll fuck anything. Come over here and put your cock in Steve’s mouth. Ben, get the camera focused there.”
“There’s no way that’s happening,” I shouted at Beth. “I should have known you’d try something like this.”
Beth stayed eerily calm. She looked at me and said, “We’re all a bunch of horny adults here. There’s no need for you to be embarrassed about doing a little cock sucking. Carly has told me and I have told all these men that it’s one of your fantasies.”
I didn’t deny any of that, given that the story came from an eye witness who has heard me shout many things in a state of pure passion. “You’ve got enough on film to prevent us from suing you or making false claims of rape.”
“Your right, I do. But this is about something else. Tonight I’m going to break you down, and you’re going to love it. You’re going to be Carly’s very submissive husband after tonight. And think about what I already have on film, especially Carly’s wonderful statements. I don’t think you want that stuff all over YouTube. Carly, come over here and talk sense into your husband.”
She climbed off the mattress and kneeled at my feet, looking up at me with her big beautiful eyes and slutty makeup. “Please baby, please just do this. You know how bad I need this? She peeled off her panties, now soaking in her juices and held the crotch under my nose. That was cheating. She knows what an endorphin rush I get smelling her panties. You know how good I taste after another man has dumped a load in me. Think about tasting me after several loads.”
I used my free hand to grab Henry’s black cock and pull it to my mouth. I blame Carly, but I’m not going to lie, I liked the feel of that cock in my mouth. It made me feel like a dirty slut, and I could relate more closely to Carly’s need. She had fucked my mouth with a strap on before, so it wasn’t like I couldn’t manage the task.
“That’s it Steve. You’re doing real good,” Beth said. In my peripheral vision I could see the guys in the chairs leaning in to each other and whispering, no doubt about how I seemed to like it.
Carly stayed on the floor below me. “Suck him good,” she encouraged, for self-serving reasons.
Somewhere between “no way” and Henry being half way to a nut I realized I wanted his semen in my mouth. I started emulating the way Carly sucks cock. She noticed this and cheered me on. “That’s it, Baby, keep going so you’ll know what it’s like to have sperm squirted in your mouth.”
Henry held up a hand and Beth said, “Take it out.” Henry pulled from my mouth and I felt an incredible disappointment. “Make the wimp beg your for jizz, Henry.”
Fuck. That bitch knew I wanted his jizz, and by that time I needed it.
Henry looked down at me. “You want this black dick to shoot a bunch of nasty jizz in your mouth?”
“Yes, for fuck sake, please let me keep sucking.”
“You gonna swallow like a good little bitch.”
“Yes, I promise.” I would’ve kept begging, but he stepped forward and let me get his cock back in my mouth. I kept sucking and slurping and stroking and soon enough he started shooting hot creamy sperm all over my tongue. I locked my lips around his knob and kept stroking.”
When he finished, Carly jumped up and gave me a big tongue kiss, chasing Henry’s jizz around my mouth. That was interrupted by Beth saying, “Okay, you can untie him. We have him on film begging a black man to fuck his mouth and then drinking his load. Steve won’t be a problem, will Steve?”
“No.” I realized the world was going to be upside down after this night, but as the upright world wasn’t doing so well it might be a good thing.
“Hey Dirty Whore,” Beth said to Carly, get off the floor and onto the bed. Take off your whore dress. Leave on the stockings and garter. Lay on your back and spread your whore legs.”
Carly did. She lay there with her legs spread, undulating her pelvis out of her need to have cocks in her right away. “Carly is now my whore now, Steve. She’ll do anything I tell her, won’t you Carly?”
“Yes, Beth, I’m your whore. Make me do dirty things. Show my husband what I am now.”
“Oh, I will. You’re going to be the happiest wife around. A wife who gets to fuck everyone.”
“Yes, yes that’s what I need now, Beth. You helped me get here and I love you for it.”
Carly was fingering herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.
“Take these,” Beth told me, holding up some weird caliper device. “Use this to measure the thickness of the guy’s cocks. No sucking, just measure.” Another dig; she couldn’t resist. She also handed me a clipboard with a piece of paper that had the guy’s names on it. “Measure them all the same way, side to side.”
The device had arms like any caliper and a dial on the other end that read out the thickness being measured. I measured Jeremy first, 1 3/4 thick. Ben was 1 1/2. Henry was 1 5/8. Santos was 2. Eduardo was 1 7/8 and Dick was 2 3/8. After writing the numbers down Beth said, “Now measure yours.” I was 1 inch thick.
“Bring me the paper Steve,” Beth said. I handed it to her and she looked at me, grinning, and said, “1”. Interesting. Get on the bed. Sit on your spread knees above the whore’s head so she can rest her head in your lap and you can hold her legs in the air.”
I obeyed. What a beautiful sight she was: black stockings and garter belt adorning her beautiful thighs; small, triangular trimmed, blond pubic patch. I leaned forward, grabbed behind her knees and pulled her legs up.
“Ben, you’re thinnest, well, accept for Steve whose a little on the tiny side. You’re certainly not the shortest, but we’re only concerned about girth as we want to gradually get this whores pussy stretched to the point where she can no longer feel her very small husband. You’re up first.”
Carly wasn’t the only one being transformed. My dick twitched with excitement every time Beth insulted my cock size. I hadn’t known I would be excited by the humiliation. Ben climbed on the bed. He moved forward and climbed on her. Holding himself up with one hand on the bed next to Carly, he used the other to reach down and rub his cock up and down her slit. Beth called out, “Fuck the whore, Ben, before she dies of need.”
Ben slowly entered her and eased all nine inches into a cunt sopping with anticipation. It was so beautiful seeing a his long cock disappear into Carly, who’s eyes rolled back as she let out a long low moan from the depths of her whorishness. “Fuck yes,” she said. As Ben quickened his pace, Beth instructed me to let go of her legs. I did and Carly used her feet on the bed to make it easier to fuck back at him. She reached up and grabbed my arms, adding to the leverage she needed to fuck her pussy toward Ben’s pounding cock. I felt important helping her get a good fucking. It only took about three minutes to reach her first orgasm, bringing a huge smile to her face. She looked up at me and said, “Thank you.” Ben continued and only lasted another minute.
He locked eyes with Carly and asked, “Do you need some jizz, whore.”
“Yes, please. I’m a good whore. I need it bad.”
Ben groaned loud as he tensed up and gave a few final pumps. Knowing he was unloading in my wife was hotter than I could have imagined. After finishing he brought his cum drenched cock to Carly’s mouth for cleaning. She licked and sucked with abandon.
“Do you want something thicker, Whore,” Beth asked.
“Oh yes, please. Whore pussy should be big and stretched out.”
“What about your husband.”
“He’ll like it that way. Won’t you, Baby?”
“Yes, you know I will.”
“Henry, get on the bed.” Henry was to be Carly’s first black cock. He was an inch shorter but an eighth of an inch thicker. “Thanks for joining us tonight Henry,” Beth said. “I needed Steve to see black cock going in his wife. Considering he’s already sucked you off it shouldn’t be too traumatic. Go ahead Henry, fuck the married, white whore.”
Henry climbed on her and slammed his cock in to the hilt, resulting in a loud grunt from Carly. As he fucked her hard I loved the squishy slurpy sounds coming from her jizz filled pussy. For lack of a better word, it sounded dirty.
“How are you feeling, Carly,” Beth asked. Carly could barely speak as she was cumming again.
Once it subsided she managed to get out, one word at a time. “Like-a-nigger-loving-white-trash-whore.” She looked up at me and said get your fucking cock in my mouth. I moved to make that possible and when she took it her mouth I immediately started cumming, shooting the biggest load of my life and making Carly cum again. She turned and looked at Henry, still hammering away at her, and said, “Give me that nigger jizz, Henry,” pushing him over the edge. He gave short thrusts as he emptied into her. His orgasm lasted about 20 seconds and I could imagine how much cum he was shooting.
“Thank you Henry,” Carly said, “This pussy is yours whenever you want it.” I loved hearing her tell him that.
“Jeremy,” Beth called out. “You’re a full 1/4 inch thicker than Ben. Time to do your part stretching the whore’s pussy.”
Jeremy climbed on the bed and looked down at Carly’s pussy. “It’s getting kind of messy down there.”
“Oh. You’re right,” Beth said. “Lay on your back, Steve, so the whore can drain her pussy into your mouth. Carly, use your hand to hold it closed till you get in position.” Carly did as instructed holding her pussy closed as she squatted over my mouth. “Beg for it, Steve,” Beth said.
Carly was looking down at me and squatting as if she was going to piss. “You need something, Baby,” she asked.
“Please, Carly. Please let me drink the jizz from your pussy.” With that she moved her hand and let it flow. I discovered what would become my favorite thing, to taste that mixture of boyfriend cum and Carly’s juices mixed together. My cock twitched and shot jizz onto Carly’s back without being touched, and it was only scant minutes since I had cum. That’s how turned on I was to finally be getting my wish for a wife that was a real slut.
“Somebody’s quite the jizz lover,” Beth extolled. I ignored her and lapped enthusiastically without the slightest drop in libido after cumming.
“Enough, Steve, the whore needs more cock,” Beth declared.
Carly jumped to her back, like she’d been waiting at the starting gate. I moved back to my position holding her legs up. Jeremy got in position and easily pushed into her slut hole. It was hot seeing her take ever thicker cocks, watching her lips get pushed apart. I knew these men were creating a need in her pussy. I knew that need would not go away when the night was over. I was watching my wife become what we both desperately wanted her to be.
Carly started talking nasty to him. “That’s it, Jeremy, fuck your whore. I’m everybody’s whore. Shoot your dirty sperm all over me Jeremy. Please. Show my husband how good I look with a nice sperm coating.”
That was all he could take. He pulled out, got on his knees and stroked his cock, releasing jet after jet of milky liquid that splashed from her trimmed pubic patch to her neck. Her belly button filled.
“Yes, shoot that sperm,” Carly said.
“Nice,” Beth said. “Massage it in, Steve.”
I reached down and rubbed it all over her stomach and tits, giving her a shiny patina of jizz. She looked so sexy.
“Eduardo, your turn. Show Steve here why they call you The Wad.”
Any of these guys could have been called the wad. Maybe Carly acting as dirty as she was had them cumming more than usual. I couldn’t believe the amount of cum that flowed from her pussy when she sat on my face. Eduardo was a really good looking Mexican and close to 2 inches thick. He got into position and asked Carly, “You want some Mexican cock?”
“No,” she said, “I need it. Please help stretch my whore pussy. I don’t want to be able to feel my husband anymore. That way I’ll have to keep being a whore.” She looked up at me when she said this. It was the hottest thing she had ever said.
He started pushing it in and Carly said, “Oh my fucking God that’s so nice. Biggest cock I’ve ever had. Look, Baby,” she said to me, “See how easy I take big cock. Doesn’t it look great going in me?”
“It does, Baby,” I replied. “You look so sexy taking that big cock all the way in. How long is it, Eduardo?”
“Ten inches, “he said. “Your wife’s taking ten inches the way most women take five. This is a rare whore and you should be proud to be her manservant husband.”
I felt the truth of his words and I felt so lucky to be married to Carly. He fucked her to several orgasms and then stood on the bed, telling Carly to get on her knees and stick her tongue out. “Get close,” Beth told me. I got on my knees and moved my face to within inches of them. I had a great side view of him stroking his cock and Carly holding her tongue out in anticipation of his legendary wad.
She looked up at him and did what would become her trademark, she begged for him to treat her like a whore. “I need your jizz Eduardo. You’re supposed to be the one who can give me lots of it. Please help me show my husband what a good jizz drinker I am. I need to taste you so bad.” Once again her dirty talk got the job done. From inches away I saw that first blast cover her dirty talking lips, prompting her to open wide, grab his cock and stroke it.
“Count the squirts out loud, Steven,” Beth said.
“Two, three, four,” and on and on. Eleven strong squirts and a few more smaller ones. Carly had jizz on her nose, lips cheeks and chin, and that’s just what escaped her mouth, where most of it landed and stayed. Her body convulsed in a huge orgasm from the delight of so much cum. It was running down the front of her all the way to her pussy, waiting to be used as lube for Dick the dick meister. It looked great dripping off her chin. She was definitely more drunk on cum than booze. Though she started tipsy, she hadn’t had a drink since we got home.
“Give your wife a kiss,” Beth ordered. We were both on our knees next to each other, and we locked in an embrace. I kissed her cum covered lips and my tongue went in search of the evidence that my wife was now a real slut. I pulled back, looked her in the eye and said, “I love you. Thank you for being my wife.”
She looked at me and said, “Thanks for letting me be what I need to be.”
“Alright guys, this is getting way to PG. It’s time for Mr. Driver to do some driving, Beth said. “Dick, get on the bed and see if Carly is needy enough to beg.”
Dick lay on the bed in front of the kneeled Carly. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her. His cock was a rock hard 11 inches long and 2 3/8 inches thick. At 6’4″ he was tallest of the men. He was definitely the handsomest, which was saying a lot in this group. He looked to be from one of the old Marlboro commercials. I was sure his horse was parked outside with a missing dick. “Are you going to beg for this cock, Carly,” he asked.
She sat down cross legged with her pussy hanging open. Jizz was everywhere: in her hair, on her face, all down the front of her and dripping from her pussy. She looked across the bed at him and said, “I would, but I don’t have to. I’m now one of those whores that everyone just has to fuck. Now that you’ve seen how dirty I am, I’m guessing you have to have some. But there’s another reason I don’t have to beg.”
“What’s that,” Dick asked.
“I have a husband to do it for me.” She looked at me and said, “Honey, you don’t even want to know what I’ll be like if don’t get that cock. Beg and beg good.”
I looked at Dick and his dick. It was a glorious sight, a marvel of man meat. “Mr. Driver, Sir, my wife has never had a cock like that, and you can see what a whore she is, so you know how much she would appreciate it. Please fuck her. Fuck her till she begs to be your whore anytime you need her to be. We know she will. Please Mr. Driver, I need to see what affect a cock like yours will have on my dirty whore wife.”
“That’s nice,” Dick said to me. “Reach down and pull those flaps open.”
I leaned forward and put two fingers on either side of her whore cunt. I opened her up. Dick moved between her legs and pushed his cock’s glorious head into her. I released the flaps and returned to holding her legs up. Seeing her pussy lips get pushed open to accommodate him was unimaginably erotic, a thing of extreme beauty.
“Are you ready to beg, yet,” he asked as she stared down at the pole of flesh entering her.
“Yes, Master Driver, Please fuck my whore cunt. Please show my husband how his whore wife can take big cocks.”
He eased a few more inches in, but there was still more out than in. I would guess he was in near as much as mine would be when bottomed out.
“More please, Master Driver. I’m your whore. Please fuck your whore.”
He eased in till only two inches was left. What a phenomenal sight to see that much cock disappear into the wife that was very recently proper and faithful.
“The rest of it Mr. Driver. Finish owning your whore.”
He pushed the last two inches in, establishing, I think, that my wife was born to be a whore, that she was capable of taking any man to the hilt. Her cunt lips pulled back with him as he pulled back out. Thankfully she was well lubricated with sperm. He started a slow in and out that had her cumming on the third stroke. He let her settle down and then started a steady fucking motion as he talked dirty to her.
“What if I need my ass licked, whore; are you going to be there for me?”
“Yes, Master, I’ll lick it good, I promise.”
“What if I need to piss on my whore?”
“Yes, yes. Anything you want. You own me.”
With that she started cumming again, but this time he just kept fucking and she kept cumming. I thought she was going to pass out, but then he started moaning. He was clearly getting close and I felt it was my turn to beg again. “Please Mr. Driver, my wife needs your jizz really bad. She needs to feel her cunt being filled with it. We’ll give you a key to the place so you can let yourself in and fuck her anytime you want.”
This time it was my dirty talk pushing a man over the top. He grunted with each final stroke as he unloaded and she came yet again, writhing on the bed. He pulled out and sat back down on his chair.
“Get the fuck down there and look at your wife’s whore cunt,” Beth instructed.
I moved quickly, laying between her legs with my face inches away from her fuck hole. It was amazing seeing it hanging that open. Driver had reamed her out, ensuring there would be no return to the minimal needs of a good girl. This cunt would forever need big cocks, and Carly would do whatever she needed to do to get them. I knew I would forever be devoted to helping her in this regard. I brought my tongue forward and lovingly cleaned her.
“Get your cock in her,” Beth commanded.
I did, and what I felt was mostly just wetness. I couldn’t believe how huge her pussy felt.
“Do you feel that Carly,” Beth asked.
“Go ahead and put it in,” Carly said.
“I’m all the way in,” I said, and Carly started giggling. Everyone else was laughing out loud, and Beth said, “Mission accomplished.”
As the men were getting dressed and Carly laid there recuperating, Beth and I sat next to each other to talk.
“Well,” she said.
“Thank you, Beth. I loved every minute of tonight.”
“You are my slave now, as is Carly. You are both two entranced to not be. But you are also Carly’s slave. If she asks you to get some cock for her, you will. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“She’s going to begin establishing a harem of cocks. You will call men and ask them to please come over and fuck her. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master, I’ll be the best whore’s husband around.”
“And I will always envy her that,” Beth said.
It happened one night; that my wife became a real slut, and I became a real slut lover.