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From: sandia@texas.net
Subject: {ASSM} "Kimberly and Her Husband."    3 of 3     M+/F, cheat, wife, D/s.
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 16:10:02 -0500
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Story codes:  M+/F, cheat, wife, D/s.
This story is by Sandia.
This is the third part of Kimberly's story.  I hope you like it.  If you do, 
please let me know at sandia@texas.net.
Thank you.




Part III  "Kimberly And Her Husband"


I can't say I "adjusted" to being Greg's sex slave, but I separated it from 
my "normal" life and tried not to think about it when it wasn't actually 
happening.    

Then one day I did something stupid, and I exposed myself to my husband:  It 
happened as I was coming out of the shower.  I was being careless, I guess.  

I saw my husband standing there and I froze.  He glanced at me; then he turned 
and stared.  I knew immediately what he was looking at.  I tried to cover 
myself, but it was too late.  I looked down and saw it too.  "Greg's slut" was 
printed, in ink, across my breasts.

I tried to look back at him, but couldn't.  I opened my mouth to try to speak, 
but I was speechless.  I felt dizzy, and then I just collapsed.  

I lay there on the bathroom floor, bawling and naked.  I knew Master had left 
his mark on me and my husband had seen it.  I knew I was exposed.

I cried and I cried.  It was over now, I thought.  My life was over.  

My husband would divorce me.  He would get the house.  He would get custody of 
our children.  

I would be alone.  And everyone would know.  

I felt him kneeling down beside me.  When I felt his hand on my shoulder I 
started blubbering.   It all came out; I told him everything...  how I'd gone 
with Tony, how he'd blackmailed me and tricked me, and finally how Greg had 
made me his property.  

I waited for him to curse me, or to hit me, or to leave me lying there naked on 
the floor.  

But he sat down next to me.  He didn't say a word.  

I glanced at him.  He had a pained expression.  He was looking at the floor.  I 
saw he might have been crying too.  

I crawled over to him.  I touched him and he did not push me away.  I put my 
arms around his waist.  Still he did not move.  

I put my head down on his lap.  "I'm so, so sorry..." I cried.  "I know what this 
must do to you."  He didn't move.

"I'll--I'll let you have the kids," I continued.  "I won't fight you.  You can 
have whatever you want..." I knew no judge would give me custody.  I felt I was 
not good enough to be a wife or mother.  

I pressed my face against him, I held him tight.  I was afraid to let him go.  
I did not want to be alone.  I did not want for him to leave me.  


After a while I felt his hand on my temple, smoothing back my 
hair.  "Kimberly," he said, "I--I don't want to--divorce you."  I couldn't help 
but smile through my tears.  I realized I had hoped for this.  In my heart I'd 
hoped he was this good.  

I adjusted myself on his lap, and I also noticed he was hard.  

He said that he'd suspected.  He confessed he didn't know what he would do, but 
whatever happened, he said, I couldn't go on seeing Greg.

I looked up at him.  "I'll do anything for you," I told him, "anything at all... 
You're much too good for me." 

He smiled wanly.

But I knew what to do.


I let my hand slide down his stomach, and I touched him through his pants.  His 
smile faded, but his eyelids drooped.  I saw from his expression that this was 
the right thing to do.  

I caressed him through his pants, and when he raised himself, I pulled off his 
pants and underwear.  I held his penis gently in my hands and then caressed it 
with my cheeks.  

I licked him and I tasted saltiness of my tears.  I took the tip into my mouth 
and felt him start to cum immediately.  I took the first spurt in my mouth and 
then I took it out and let him spray the rest onto my face. 

I knew my husband was no master, but I wanted him to like this too.  When he 
had finished coming I looked up at him and saw that I'd been right.  

I touched my fingers to my face where he had cum on me.  Then still looking up 
at him I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth.  When he groaned I also licked 
some fluid that had landed on his chest.  

I opened my mouth so he could see my tongue coated with his cum.  I climbed up 
and straddled him.  I held his hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss his 
mouth.  He closed his eyes, and I saw I was right to do this too.  When I 
slipped my tongue into his mouth I felt him harden again beneath me.


Later, we talked about our situation.  I cried again.  I confessed I couldn't 
bear the thought of Greg exposing me.  He told me he'd stick with me no matter 
what.  I held him and I knew I was blessed to have him for a husband.    


The next morning, Greg called me to his office.  I saw he was playing tapes of 
me and I quickly closed the door.  I sat down.  He turned to face me.

"Kimberly," he sighed, "I'm an old man."  He grinned sourly.  "You may have 
noticed."  

I looked away.  

"I've spoken to your husband.  We've, ahh, reached an agreement."  He paused.  

"I didn't think you'd tell him," he said.  He turned away.  

I saw he was watching a tape of me and Tony.  I saw that Tony was about to 
cum.  I was kneeling down to catch it on my tongue.  

"You're a lucky woman Kimberly," Master said.  I watched as Tony began to 
squirt his cum on me.  

"I'm leaving soon," he sighed.  "I'm going to let them buy me out."  

He paused the tape and turned back to me.  "I'm planning a little party."  He 
smiled at my expression.  "Ask your husband."  

He turned his back to me again.  "I'll call you when I need you.  Now get your 
slutty cunt out of here."  

I felt a thrill of excitement as I left the room.  What had happened?  What had 
my husband done for me?  Was my master really leaving?


I could barely work.  I kept fingering the telephone, dying to call my husband, 
but I knew he'd be at work.  He'd reached an agreement, he'd said.  He was 
going to retire.  He was going to leave.  Was it really almost over?  Could I 
be a normal woman again?  

I also wondered about the party.  I shifted nervously in my seat.  I'd become 
such a slut, I realized, that thinking about the "party" was actually turning 
me on.  I bit my lips and stilled myself.

That evening I waited for my husband by the door.  I dragged him to the bedroom.

"What happened?" I pleaded.  "What did he say?"

My husband smiled.  "He agreed to let you go."  I hugged him, crying.  

"Oh, honey," I bawled, "that's wonderful.  You ARE much too good for me."

He pushed me away from him.  "You--we--have to do something for him as well."

I dropped my head.  "Whatever it is, honey, you know I'll do it.  I want for 
this to end."

He swallowed.  Master, he told me, was going to a party, in Cincinnati, a 
reunion for old friends, people he'd known from his years the army.  I would be 
there.  I would have to put on a show, and I would have to go along with 
whatever happened.  In the meantime, I'd have to continue to be Master's slave, 
until the party, until he retired and moved away.  And then I would be free!

He'd said he'd give me back to my husband.

I hung my head in shame, but secretly I was thrilled.  I would get the tapes 
back!  I would be a normal woman again!  My purgatory would end.  

Again I found myself thinking about this party, and now I wondered if my 
husband would be coming too.   

That night I undressed my husband, and I called my master from our bedroom 
phone.  "Master," I said, "may your slave please fuck her husband?"  When at 
last he relented, and granted me permission, I found in me a strange passion 
building up inside of me.  Knowing my husband knew everything, and was willing 
to fuck me anyway, made me burn for him.  I crawled on top of him, and kissed 
him, and he let me press his wrists against the bed.  "I want to be your slut, 
too," I whispered.  He groaned and moved beneath me. 

I took him in my mouth, but when I tasted him begin to leak, I warned him not 
to come.  I kissed him again, letting him taste himself on my tongue.  I'd 
learned to like the taste of cum, and I wanted him to taste it too.  I reached 
my hand behind me and moved his cock so it was pressed against me.  "Two other 
men have been there," I whispered in his ear.  I felt him move inside 
me.  "Master's cock is tiny," I told him, "But Tony's cock is huge.  It felt so 
good inside me... That's why I let him do it..." He came, moaning in my ear.  

We kissed for a while, and then I crawled up over his belly, positioning myself 
above his face.  He saw what I was about to do, but made no move to stop me.  I 
lowered myself on his mouth, although I knew he'd taste his sperm inside me.  
He was reluctant, but he knew what I wanted him to do.  "Please, baby," I 
moaned, "Please put your tongue inside me..." I came as soon as I felt his tongue 
inside my cunt.

Afterwards I asked my husband if he'd be there for the show.  He said he 
would.  We held each other tightly and fell asleep in each other's arms.  

  
The party was about two weeks later.  Master drove me there.  I rode beside him 
nervously; fingering the hem of the tiny leather skirt he'd had me wear.  I'd 
been told I'd get to see my husband, that he'd be there at the party, that he'd 
take me home again when it was over.  I was looking forward to it, to having my 
life back again.

Master parked outside the lobby.  The valet who took the keys stopped to 
stare.  I was embarrassed at how I looked:  stiletto heels with kinky ankle 
straps, fishnet stockings, a micro mini-skirt and a tight-fitting corset with a 
big zipper down the front.  

The skirt was too short to decently cover my stocking tops, and barely hid my 
panties.  The corset squeezed my breasts, so they were spilling out the top.  I 
imagined what people must think of me.  I looked worse than slutty; I was 
dressed up like a sex-slave.  He'd even put a collar on me; a black leather 
choker, with metal rings sewn in the sides.    

I was, of course, embarrassed to be seen like that, and as we walked into the 
ballroom people turned and stared.  I looked away, examining the paintings on 
the wall.  My master took me by the arm and pulled me forward.  He took me to 
the bar, where he ordered cocktails.  I stood there nervously while I waited 
for my drink, and people milled around.  

Master stopped a man and talked to him.  He didn't introduce me.  The man was 
tall and good-looking, but barely glanced at me.  After a while a woman came up 
behind him, wearing a stunning evening dress.  She put her hand on his shoulder 
and I noticed the diamond on her ring.  She stood there looking at me an 
awkward moment before Master finally introduced me.  She smiled thinly at me 
and squeezed her husband's shoulder.  After she had gone Master told the other 
man, "She's going to be the entertainment.  She's putting on a show tonight.  
Some of us are hoping that you'll come."  The man glanced around and then he 
looked me over.  He asked the number of the room.  

This new humiliation was unendurable.  I felt like a regular whore.

As the night wore on Master let his hands wander freely.  He seemed to enjoy 
the way the men and women looked at me.  I, of course, was mortified.  To some 
of the men he spoke openly about me.  To others he said I was his "friend," or 
didn't speak of me at all.  Once, while we were talking to a young couple, he 
let his hand wander down my chest.  He slipped his fingers below the corset and 
began playing with my breast.   He blatantly pinched my nipple.  They both 
watched me avidly.  I looked down at the ground, but when I glanced up the 
woman gave me the slightest nervous smile.  I blushed furiously, but something 
about the way she looked at me made my stomach tumble.  


Greg would sometimes send me to the bar and encouraged me to drink.  The 
bartender leered openly as I tottered back and forth, the heels and the alcohol 
making me unsteady on my feet.  Later on I saw my husband.  He was talking to 
the bartender, who glanced up at me and nodded in my direction.  I quickly 
turned away, as I felt Master's hand sliding down below my waist.  He cupped my 
butt and squeezed.  I imagined my husband watching me and the thought made me 
weak inside.  I was dreadfully ashamed, but there was a tingle in my belly.    

  
Around eleven, the party began breaking up.  My master told me to wait for half 
an hour, and then come up to the room.  I drank straight shots of tequila while 
I waited.  I found I had mixed feelings.  I was nervous about what was about to 
happen.  I wondered if I could do it.  And I was thankful my servitude was 
almost over.  But I admit, I was also curious, and a little bit excited. 

When it was my time to go up, I was still very nervous, though my head was 
swimming from the booze.  My master would have told whoever was there, I knew, 
what I'd agreed to do.  I knew that I'd be humiliated.  At the very least I'd 
soon be naked in front of a group of strangers.      

The room number was 2211.  The door was slightly ajar, and the conversation 
ended as I entered.  It was dark, and there were large picture windows looking 
out over the city down below.  There was a single dim light turned on, and 
people gathered around it.  I could not make out their faces.  I heard my 
master's voice, telling me to come forward, to come into the light.  I saw 
they'd put a blanket on the floor for me.  

There was music, and somebody turned the volume up.  I nervously stepped 
forward, and Master told me I had to dance.  I began to move my hips for them, 
looking around a little for my husband.  I couldn't find him in the dark.  

I swayed tentatively at first, but they began to clap for me, and I found it 
easier than I'd feared.  With their encouragement I soon found myself dancing 
more and more provocatively.  It was kind of sexy, being there in front of 
them, hearing their approval, and knowing they what I was doing.  I found I did 
want to be sexy for them, for whoever was out there.  The tequila shots were 
helping.  I touched the zipper on my corset, and I pulled it down my chest.

I continued dancing for them, trying to be sexy.  I slipped my hands along my 
bra straps, and along the fabric of the bra.  I heard murmurs of approval, but 
I could tell they wanted more.    

Suddenly I heard somebody come up behind me.  He put his hands on my shoulders, 
and then yanked my corset down my arms.  Everybody cheered as it fell down to 
the floor.  

"Take it off," I heard, "Take off her bra!"  Another voice: "Let's see her 
tits!"  I felt a little scared, but I touched the clasp that held the bra 
between my breasts.  I felt the man slide his fingers under the straps that 
held it on in back.  He slid the straps off my shoulders, and I undid the 
clasp.  When my boobs were naked, they cheered again.  I felt a sense of 
relief.  

I touched myself for them.  I held my breasts up in my hands.

The man behind me ran his hands down my sides.  He held my waist while I 
continued dancing between his hands.  I could feel my panties getting wet.  

He found the zipper on my skirt, and began to pull it down.  I felt his breath 
hot against my neck.  My skirt slipped down around my hips.  The zipper 
caught.  I looked down and saw my panties, and the man's hands pulling on my 
skirt.  I reached down and slipped my hands inside the waist of the skirt and 
wiggled out it.  The crowd applauded me.  

I continued to dance.  I touched my breasts again, and felt my nipples 
stiffen.  They can see how much I like this! I thought.  

The thought embarrassed me, but didn't stop the feelings I was having.  

I ran my hands over my body for them, touching my chest and thighs.  

I was dancing in just my panties.  My chest was heaving.  I was breathing 
through an open mouth.  My clothes were lying at my feet.  I felt more and more 
a slut.  

They started chanting: "Panties! Panties! Panties!"  They wanted me to take 
them off, but I wouldn't do it yet.  I kept dancing for them, wanting them to 
want me more.  I ran my hands along my sides, and even between my legs.  I felt 
the dampness there.

Then I felt the stranger's hands on my hips again.  He grasped the fabric of my 
panties.  I tried to catch his hands, but he jerked them before I could try to 
stop him.  He was much too strong for me.  My panties were stretched out around 
my thighs.  I stood there a moment, panting and a little scared.  They can do 
anything to me, I thought.  There's nothing I can do to stop them.   

The man slipped his hands along the outsides of my thighs and up my sides.  
When he brought them to my chest he caught my breasts in each hand and squeezed 
them.  I inhaled deeply.  I couldn't deny I was enjoying this.  

Everyone was quiet, and then they began asking him to show them more.  They 
chanted.  "Show us her pussy!  Show us her cunt!"  There was a woman's voice in 
the crowd.  I was astonished hear her chanting too.

The man took me by the shoulders and pulled me back, tripping me.  I cried out 
as I fell.  He lowered me to the ground.  

I saw him for the first time then; he was a blond man with straight hair and 
handsome brown eyes.  He looked very strong.   I remembered seeming him at the 
party.  

He knelt down beside me.  He held my head in his hands.  "Open your legs for 
them," he said.  "They want to see you."  I swallowed.  I was scared.  He 
stroked my cheek.  

"We know you're enjoying this," he said.  He stroked my nipple with his hand.  

I looked at him.

"Do you want for us to punish you?"  He began to squeeze me, hard.  

I spread my legs.  

He glanced down at me.  "Put your knees up.  Slide your hips forward so they 
can see."  

I was glad they'd put a blanket on the floor.  I knew that I was dripping.

After that I did exactly what I was told.

I slipped my finger inside myself, and the feeling made me moan.  I finger-
fucked my pussy, and then I touched my finger to my lips.  I rubbed my juices 
on my face.  I could see other people now, pushing in around me.  

I slipped my finger in my mouth, and sucked it.  I watched as a man came 
forward, and knelt down between my legs.  

He put his hands on my thighs and looked at me.  I wanted it then.  I did want 
it.  I let out a moan for him, to encourage him.  He began to caress me there, 
and I watched as he wet his fingers and reached down to penetrate me.  I moved 
my own hands away and lifted myself for him.  I wanted him inside me then, this 
stranger.  I wanted my husband to see. I imagined him out there, watching me.  

He slipped his fingers into my cunt.  I moaned for all of them, but especially 
for my husband.  I could hear the squishing noise as he fingered me.  I ground 
my hips against the stranger's fingers.  I let him finger me like that for a 
while, waves of pleasure washing over me as I imagined them watching me 
writhing on the floor.

When I looked again I saw the blond man smiling at me.  He gathered up one of 
my tits in his hands and squeezed, forcing my nipple to stand out even more 
rigidly.  He leaned over and licked my nipple with his tongue.  I groaned 
again.  I couldn't believe how good I felt.  He took my nipple in his mouth and 
sucked on me.  I came for the first time like that, humping one man's hand, 
while another man suckled my tit.  I imagined my husband somewhere, watching 
this, and I came just that much harder.  

When I came down I felt the man between my legs pull his hand out of my pussy.  
He came around, and then he held his hand before my face.  I could smell myself 
on him.  I willingly let him put his fingers in my mouth.  I licked and sucked 
them clean.    

The blond man took his cock out of his pants and laid it up across my face.  I 
opened my mouth for him and slipped my tongue out between my lips so he could 
rub it across its wetness.  He groaned as he did this, and I looked and caught 
sight of my husband standing in the background.  His eyes were wide and 
staring, but I could tell he was not displeased.  I hoped he'd gotten hard, 
watching this stranger rub his cock across my lips.  

Several of the men were beginning to unbuckle.  I saw the woman too.  She was 
fully clothed, but leaning against another man who held her from behind.  I 
could see both their hands clasped against the place between her legs.  I saw 
she wore a ring.  

I looked back at the man who was rubbing his cock across my face.  His was the 
first cock that night I'd seen.  It was long and hard and pale.  It was much 
paler than my husband's.  The tip was ruby-red.  It looked beautiful to me.  I 
struggled to sit up, but he pushed me down, straddling my chest.  I saw a drop 
of cum shining in the light as he held it inches from my lips.  I licked my 
lips and opened them.  

He laced his fingers behind my neck and I took him in my mouth.  I worked hard 
to make it pleasurable for him.  I wanted him to cum.  

I flipped my tongue under his cock while I sucked and slobbered.  I felt myself 
begin to drool as he held my head and fucked my mouth.  The blond man threw his 
head back when he came, and tightening his grip on me.  He touched the back of 
my throat with his cock.  I gagged, and then I choked on the salty fluid he was 
spraying down my throat.  When he was done the taste of him filled my mouth, 
and his sperm was dripping down my chin.   He sighed and let me go.

I licked my lips and took a long strand of sticky come in my mouth while they 
watched me.  I could see the looks of lust on every face now.  Every man I 
could see was waiting for his turn with me.  

Two of the men came forward, naked below the waist.  They pulled me to my 
knees.  I took one in my mouth.  The other stroked his hard-on, inches from my 
cheek.   Soon the man in my mouth began to cum, and I swallowed what I could.  
The other man, watching, shot his spunk onto my face.  

I sucked two more men like that.  One held my head so I would swallow.  The 
other pulled his cock out and sprayed my face, my tits and hair.  

They had me lie back down again and spread my legs.  An old fat man knelt down 
and masturbated himself onto my pussy.  

Another had me hold my tits together for him and fucked me in between them.  I 
held my head up so I could look watch his cock fucking me like that.  I opened 
my mouth for him when he came so I could get some on my tongue.  The rest 
sprayed on my lips, my chin, my neck, and my chest.   He wiped his dick on my 
nipple when he was done.     

After that, they picked me up and bent me over the back of a couch that was in 
the room.   I was face down on the cushions.  I couldn't see what they were 
doing, but they spread my legs to give them easy access.  I thought about my 
husband watching, and the thought caused me rub my pelvis against the couch  

Soon I felt someone pushing his cock against my opening.   When he entered me, 
I almost came again, still thinking about my husband, but it wasn't until the 
third man entered me and squirted his cum inside me that I felt my second 
orgasm of the night.  I came like that, in front of all of them, thinking of 
all the semen inside me and imagining how I looked, their cum leaking out of my 
pussy-lips as the man withdrew, and dripping down my thighs.  I continued to 
cum like that even as a fourth man stuck his cock inside me.  

I took another three or four cocks like that before the got me down and put me 
back down on the floor.  I no longer cared how I looked or what they did, as 
long as they could continue to make me cum.  I wanted to be their slut.  I 
wanted to be used like the whore I knew I was.

I lay there, expectantly, waiting to see what man would use me next. 

Instead it was the woman who came forward, encouraged by her husband, who 
pushed her gently by her back.  She came and stood over me, her heels on either 
side of my naked chest.  She looked down at me, and then over her shoulder.  I 
imagine her husband smiled approvingly, because she unbuttoned her blouse and 
showed her tits.

She grasped her breasts in her hands and sighed.  Then she looked at me again 
and stepped over my arms and turned around.  She gathered up her skirt and I 
could see her naked pussy.  She looked down at me as she lowered herself 
carefully onto my face.  

This was something I'd never imagined doing, not in any wild fantasy.  Normally 
I might have been disgusted.  But I was so turned on that even this was not too 
much for me.  

Besides, I wanted her to cum for them.  I wanted them to watch me make her do 
it.  I wanted for her husband to see her orgasm on my face, in front of all 
these men.    

I tried to tongue her like I like to be tongued myself.  I licked her pussy 
lips, searching for her clitoris.  I stuck my tongue inside her.  I wanted to 
hear her moan.

Then a thought occurred to me that almost made me stop.  I realized there was 
cum on me, in my mouth and on my skin.  But as I thought about my chances of 
impregnating her I heard her start to moan.   

I realized I wanted her to lean down and touch me too, to touch me with her 
tongue.  But she didn't do it.  

Instead she arched her back and groaned.  

She rocked herself on top of me, squishing her cunt against my mouth and nose 
and tongue.  I did the best I could for her, licking her with my tongue, until 
finally she pivoted so I could suckle on her clit.  I sucked on it until she 
began to cum.  She came loudly so I could hear her, grunting and groaning 
lewdly, still I hoped, squeezing and pinching her tits for all the men.  

When she got off of me, I realized she hadn't touched me, except for with her 
cunt.

She took her husband's hand in hers and smiled up at him.  I watched them 
retreating from the room.  I realized I wanted to fuck her husband too.

I wondered what I looked like, lying on the floor.  I wondered if there were 
any men there who hadn't fucked me yet.

I played with my tits, hoping to make them hard.  

Finally they put me back on the couch, and Master told them I liked it up the 
ass.  

Two men sodomized me, though I begged them to fuck my cunt instead.  They 
ignored me and came inside my ass.   

I couldn't see them.  I wondered if my husband had fucked me yet.

The couple returned from the other room.  They had me kneel down in the light.  
The husband smiled at his wife and she nodded reluctantly as he unzipped his 
pants.  

I licked the man's limp and slimy cock for him.  Slowly it grew in size.  He 
looked over at his wife again, but hardly glanced at her before pushing his 
cock between my lips.  She didn't try to stop him.  I suckled on him, like I'd 
done his wife.  

While I did it, I wondered if they might not be trying for a baby, or if they'd 
realized what might have happened to her that night.  

He grunted when he came and watched my face while another load of cum trickled 
down my chin.     

By now I'd been fucked more times than I could count, but I looked around 
again.  I was covered with cum, soaked with it, it was dripping out of me, but 
still I wanted more.  

Finally I saw Master holding his arm out to my husband, who was still fully 
dressed.  I realized he was probably the only man who hadn't fucked me yet.  

"This is our beautiful slut's nice husband," he announced, "the only man who 
hasn't cum tonight."

My husband stood frozen.  I realized he was embarrassed for them to know the 
slut kneeling on the floor was actually his wife.

Everybody stared.  The woman standing next to me began to clap softly, and soon 
everyone joined in.  

When they stopped, my husband continued to stare at me, uncertain.  

I whispered into the silence, "Please, honey, please come fuck your wife."

Finally he came and stood in front of me, and I took his cock out of his pants.

"You can do me any way you want to," I whispered, but he only stood there, so I 
took him in my mouth.  He was hard and throbbing already, but I wanted him in 
my pussy, so I didn't let him cum.  

When I pulled him out, he looked down at me achingly, and I lied back and 
spread my legs.  

"Come fuck your slutty wife," I told him.  I reached between my legs and 
slipped my fingers into my pussy.  I moaned.  "Oh God, oh please honey please 
come fuck me now!"

Finally he kneeled between my legs.  I pulled myself apart for him, anxious to 
feel him penetrate me.   

When he did, though, I could barely feel it, I was so wet and loose inside.

"God," he mumbled in my ear, "your pussy feels like water!"

"It's all the other men who've cum inside me," I smiled happily, "they've made 
me wet and loose for you."

He grunted and began to fuck me harder.

He was the only man who fucked me face to face.  I wrapped my legs around him.  
I wanted him to kiss me, since I hadn't been kissed all night.  

I thought of all the men who'd used me, all the things they'd made me do.  I 
thought of my husband watching, and now his cock inside me, where all those men 
had been.  I thought of all the cum inside me, him fucking my sloppy cunt.  

I felt a wave of pleasure and knew I would soon be cumming.

But then I felt him go limp inside me, and I realized he'd already cum.

I held him tightly.  I whispered my thanks into his ear.  But he could tell I 
was disappointed he hadn't made me cum.  

I listened as the door opened and people left the room.  Finally the light went 
out and we were left in darkness. 

We got up and moved into a bedroom, holding hands along the way.  He stripped 
off his shirt, and we huddled together, underneath the covers of the bed.  

I touched my slimy cunt between my legs.  I shivered.  I wasn't through. 

"Honey," I whispered.  He mumbled in response.  

"Honey, I really need to cum."  He moved a little in my arms.

"What do you want me to do?"

I think he already knew.

"Please, honey," I whispered.  "Your slut, your cunt, your slimy whore, she 
really needs it bad."  I would say anything to encourage him.  I wanted it 
worse than I had ever known.

I heard his breathing quicken.  "What do you want me to do?"

I wiggled out of his arms and climbed on top of him, straddling his belly.  I 
moved my hips on him, rubbing my juices, and the juices of all the men onto his 
skin.  I leaned over, pressing my sticky breasts onto his chest.

"Please, honey," I whispered, "please kiss your slutty wife."

I could hear him breathing.  I leaned down, and he started to turn his head 
away, but I took him in my hands and held him.  

I pressed my lips to his.  I heard him sigh.  

"Open your mouth, baby," I moaned, "please open your mouth for me."

When he did he sucked my tongue for me, and I could feel the waves of pleasure 
coming back as I thought of how I tasted.  

Finally I rose up.  I took his hands and put them on my breasts and asked him 
to squeeze me hard.  I ground my hips against his chest, but it wasn't enough 
for me.  

When I couldn't take it anymore, I climbed further up on him, until my pussy 
was inches from his chin.  

I didn't even ask him.  I pinned his arms beneath my shins and I spread myself 
out over him and lowered my cunt onto his face.  He mumbled but I ignored him.  
I fucked his face with my pussy.  

"Oh please," I gasped, "put your tongue inside of me..." I could feel it coming 
on now.

"I'll do anything for you... I'll be your slut forever, if you'll only do this 
thing for me..."

I felt his tongue and I moaned.  I felt myself begin to cum.  

"Suck on me!" I commanded, "Oh god, Suck!  Suck on me NOW!"

Finally I began to cum, the best orgasm of my life.  Better than any time 
before.

I came and came while he sucked on me.  I thought of him swallowing all that 
cum.  I reached up and pinched and squeezed my nipples, and started all over 
again, grinding my pussy against his tongue and lips.  

When it was finally over I collapsed beside him and kissed his cheeks.  "You 
really are the best, my husband," I whispered.  "No girl could want more than 
what you've given me."  I knew I'd feel embarrassed the next morning, but that 
moment I was satisfied.  

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt his hands on my sides.  He rolled me over.  

He climbed on top of me.  "Can I fuck your ass?" he asked.

I grinned contentedly.  "Anything you want, sweetheart.  You can do anything at 
all."

It didn't even hurt.  I started to doze off before he even finished.  


We slept there together that night, cuddling in our cum-soaked blanket.  When 
we woke up, everybody was gone, including my master.  We drove home together.  


I missed my next period, exactly two weeks later.  It's possible, of course, 
that it's my husband's, but we both know the odds are against it.  Especially 
since we'd been trying just the two of us for so long without success.

My husband was good to his word, however, and we're happily preparing for "our" 
third child together.  I'm sort of hoping it's the blond man.  My husband later 
told me it was he who fucked me first.  

Master moved away soon after.  I told him I was pregnant before he left.  I 
think he was disappointed that I didn't catch until the party.  I know he'd 
wanted me to bear his child. 

He gave us all the tapes, or said he did.  I think he probably still has 
copies.  

In a way, I sort of hope he does.  It pleases me to think of him watching them, 
somewhere in Arizona.  

I lead a "normal" life again.  No one who still knows me knows the things I 
did.  

Except my husband, of course.  But strangely, after I told him I'd conceived, 
we stopped talking about how it'd happened.

I'm showing now, but my sex drive has not diminished.

I go to work.  I go to church.  I dress conservatively again.  

I've wanted to repent the things I've done, but I've found that I cannot.  I 
can't confess, because I'm too ashamed.  

And I'm afraid I can't renounce.

You see, I still have those tapes, and when I'm alone I sometimes take them out 
and play them.  You can guess the rest.

I guess I sort of miss the life I had.  I want my husband to see me with 
another man again.  I want to make him do the things I made him do to me 
afterwards again.

Sometimes when I read the newsgroups I imagine people doing even more degrading 
things to me.

I also wonder if my husband misses the slutty me.  As I said: he hasn't said.  

I guess I'm like Augustine, in Confessions: "Lord, save me from temptation... but 
not just yet."

This is my confession to you, Sandia.  You can post it, if you like.  Just 
please change the names and places.

--Kimberly.

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