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Subject: True slut wife story
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My 37 y/o slut wife loves fucking her lover. Last week he spent two days
with her and we fucked her about 15 times the first day. Anyway, here's
something I wrote based on some fun last year.
It is 5:30 in the morning as I lay awake in bed, seeing the first hints of
daybreak sneaking into steal away the night. My cock is throbbing. Not
because it is fully erect, though. It is three quarters erect, the way it
has been all night, pulsing against the firm walls of the male chastity
device (aka cock cage) that my slut wife locked onto me the morning before.
The sensation of the cage taunts my penis, refusing to let it become limp
but at the same time, preventing it from reaching it's full seven and a half
inches. These nights are always long, but time slows to a crawl as the
morning nears. Each time I see the lights of a car shoot across the bedroom
window or hear a car approaching, I hope it is my Mistress coming home to
relieve my torment. I can't say that my torture isn't partially self imposed
since I have thrown gasoline onto the fire all night by picturing my wife's
legs spread wide as her lover brings her to orgasm after orgasm.
When I think she will never get home, I finally hear her car pull into our
driveway. A minute later, I hear her car door shut and the sexy sound of her
high heels clicking on the side walk. It takes what seems to be an eternity
for my wife and captor to walk up the stairs and my cock once again thinks
he can free himself of these bonds simply by engorging himself to shatter
the cage. It is a futile attempt but a penis never learns.
My sexy wife comes into the bedroom. Her hair is disheveled, her make up is
gone, and her clothes are wrinkled but she remains the most beautiful
creature in the world. She leans down and gives me a soft caress.
"Oh my god, David fucked me so good last night, baby," she tells me, as she
stands back up. "I can't even remember how many times I came, " she
continues, flashing a tired yet mischievous grin.
She pulls her tight shirt over her globular breasts and then off, with her
sexy morning after hair falling back into place. She is wearing a blue
webbed bra that is really just elastic strings and does absolutely nothing
to cover her dollar sized nipples. She then turns and pulls her skirt down,
making sure I can see the matching blue thong wedged in her ass as she bends
over.
I am thinking that I am the luckiest man on earth, as she mounts my abdomen,
leans over crushing her huge tits into my chest and whispers into my ear,
"Thank you for letting me have my lover. I love fucking and sucking his
cock."
"Will you please get this thing off of me and let me cum now?" I ask, her
boobs still weighing heavily on me.
"Ohhh, baby," she sexily groans into my ear and her hot breath blowing into
my ear, "You know you have to earn that."
"Hell," I counter, "I figured letting you fuck another man all night long
would have earned me all the fucking I can handle."
Shit, I crossed the line. Mistress sits up, her breasts standing out
proudly, scowls at me and replies, "You know, you don't sound very grateful.
David hasn't left yet. Maybe I should just go with him on his business
trip."
"I'm sorry. You're right," I acknowledge sheepishly. "I asked for this."
Brushing her hair back with both hands, which makes her breast heave on her
chest, she interrupts me, "Damn right you asked for this and I warned you
didn't I? I said, be careful what you ask for. Now that I am doing it and
like it, you act like you don't want to do this anymore. But you know what?
Tough. I am going to keep fucking my lover. If you want me to really stop, I
will, but you know the consequences."
She had me there. I was given a safe word. However, if I ever use the word
and tell her to stop seeing her lover, that Mistress would also go away. She
would just be my wife again and just screw me once or twice a month like
normal wives. Straight, conventional sex. No dirty whispers in my ear. No
kinky outfits. No more looking at personals sights for couples for us to
fuck. Rare oral sex. No bondage.
"I am sorry. Please don't stop." I humbly ask, egged on by my penis.
"Beg me."
"What?" I ask, somewhat surprised.
"Beg me to keep fucking David", she instructed, grinding her hips with
slight pressure back onto my cage which turns me on but at the same time,
starts to be a little painful.
"Please keep fucking your lover," I comply, willing to do anything at this
point.
"No," she corrected me, "say his name and I want to hear the begging in your
voice."
Realizing the seriousness of her tone, I put all of the emotion into it that
I can and plead, "I beg you to keep fucking David. Please don't stop being
Mistress! I want her so bad, I need her. I'll do whatever it takes."
"Who does my sweet pussy belong to?" she taunts me.
"Your lover, David."
"And?" she demands.
"I should be grateful he lets me fuck his pussy," I answer.
"And who owns your cock?"
"You do, Mistress."
Satisfied with my begging, she rotates around 180 degrees so her thong
covered, trimmed pussy is pressed up against my nose and mouth. I put my
hands up on her hips and deeply inhale the musky scent of her pussy juices
and his cum. I can feel the dampness through the thong as she pushes
backwards onto my face. I can hear her saying something about how good he
eats her out but her thighs pressing against the sides of my head muffle
what she says. My cock now is struggling more than ever to break loose, but
the cage is solid and what happens is my balls end up getting stretched
forward in an attempt to accommodate the growth.
She rolls off of me and with her ass in the air, pulls the thong off her
long sexy legs. Rolling back onto me in the same position, I am confronted
with her hot, wet cunt. The smell of sex intoxicates me with each and every
breath as I am told that I "know what to do". I gently kiss her swollen lips
all around, paying special attention to her erect clitoris.
"Stop wasting time, get in there and do it, slut" I am told. "You know we
only have another 30 minutes or so and I can go to work without having
another orgasm. I don't think you can, though."
I finally reach my tongue as far as I can up into the recesses of her sex
and begin trying to lick out every trace of her lover's cum deposits. I was
squeamish when she had me eat my own cum out of her cunt years ago but now
she makes me eat her lover's cum. What a guy won't do when he is horny and
dying for sex. I can tell he fucked her a lot because her pussy is so
sensitive and my tongue is going numb from the semen left behind. She moans,
still talking about her lover, and rubs her lips forcefully on my clean
shaved chin. I can feel some of the juices escaping down my chin and cheeks.
My cock is angrily beating the walls of his cage like a silverback gorilla
trying to break out of the zoo.
Much to my relief, I feel my Mistress fumbling with the lock on the cage and
her the distinct click of the lock opening. As she slides the lock out of
the clasp, the cage shifts open and my full balls fall back into position.
However, the majority of the cage is still stuck on the top 3 inches of my
full erection because my cock is engorged into it. A wave of satisfaction
over comes me as she carefully pulls the cage off and a river of blood flows
into my penis. I swear I can hear him say "Hell yeah! Now THAT's what I'm
talkin' about!"
She turns around on one knee and one foot, reaches back and guides my
thumping cock into her moist hole. I can tell by the look on her face that
her pussy is sore from fucking all night and the thick size of my cock doesn't
help matters much. After a few minutes of slowly easing her way onto my
pole, she exhales and moans, leaning over onto me. She starts humping up and
down, increasing her tempo until she is fucking me like a sewing machine
going up and down. In a good porn story, we would have fucked for hours, but
the reality is, I explode in cum after only a few minutes.
My Mistress collapses onto me in exhaustion and her personality changes
right in front of me. My wife is back.
"God, that was so much fun, honey," she coos to me. "I love you SO much."
"I love you, too, hon."