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"How My Wife Became A Whore"
(Fm++++, MM, Wife, slut)
The way that my wife became a whore was rather
innocent at the start. Leslie and I had just been
married for a couple of years and were both working at
respective jobs to get the house that we both wanted
badly. I was twenty five and Leslie three years
younger. Oh did I mention that Leslie was one of those rare
women who had saved her virginity for her husband?
Leslie had an entry level job with a large publicity
firm. I think she was hired because of her looks which
was important in her job. Leslie was a small five foot
brunette with milky white skin. Her breast were her
own and not the medically implanted fakes that were
much larger. They were only a "C" cup but their shape
was the perfect pears that poets like to write about.
One day Leslie brought her work home with her. It was
in the form of Ross Carter. Let me back up a moment
here. Ross Carter was a client who wanted a publicity
workup for his chain of clothing stores. He had
arrived that morning for a few days and Leslie became
his liaison for his stay. Leslie immediately liked him.
He was in his late fifties and he reminded her of a
favorite uncle. He was not what you would expect of a
man that owned thirty stores nationwide, full of self
importance and arrogant. He was soft spoken and did
nothing to show that he was a self made millionaire
several times over. They had worked all day long with
Leslie setting him up with several ad experts and
seeing to his comforts. As luck would have it there
was a very large conference in town and someone who
was supposed to make his hotel reservations for him
mad a terrible goof and had to book him at the last
minute at a rather old hotel.
When quitting time came Carter took Leslie to dinner
and they talked. Not about work but personal things
like Leslie and I wanting a house and family and such.
Ross Carter had no wife. She had died several years
earlier and Ross preferred to stay single. At the end
of their dinner Leslie drove him to his hotel and at
one look at it any other client would have kissed the
firm off. Here it was in the early evening and Carter
did not want to stay at the hotel. Rather than try for
another room Leslie suggested that he come home with
her. We did have two baths in our apartment and a
spare room that would certainly beat the hotel hands
down. Carter took her up on her offer and I had just
gotten home myself when they arrived. He put me at
ease early on and I was amenable to the sudden
inclusion of a guest.
Ross would not allow us to change our routine for him
in the least. He had stopped on the way to get a
couple of bottles of my favorite wine, which I could
not often afford. Leslie and I were Star Trek fans and
it turned out that he was too. Leslie and I had planned
on watching a very good episode that night and it
turned out that Ross knew more about it than we did.
For instance the episode was taken right out of
classic literature. He pointed this out and Leslie and
I found something more to like about that episode. He
even would comment on what role the regular crew
played and their counter part in the classic story. As
we sat around watching and drinking the wine Leslie and
I were glad that he had come home with her. Carter
also thought that I was an unusual husband for the way
I took it in stride when the wife brings a strange man
home with her.
"I have just learned to trust Leslie's instincts about
people " I said to him when he mentioned it.
Leslie and I had cable television and one pay channel
that I wanted was an erotic one that showed a lot of
soft core older foreign films. Mostly French when they
were as good ,if not better, than a lot of recent
Hollywood releases. After Star Trek we saw that we had
some time before a 1960's French film would come on.
Here again Ross Carter's interest paralleled ours. We
decided to get ourselves comfortable. Leslie and I
usually sat around in our robes. Ross had his with his
luggage. and went into his room to get dressed, or
undressed as it was. The second bottle of wine was
being chilled and Leslie and I were already felling a
warm glow from the first. Leslie and I were in our
bedroom and I had just put on my robe and kissed my
naked wife. I turned and opened the door just as
Carter walked past back to the living room. Naturally
he turned his head at the movement and got a quick
glance of Leslie standing there with her bald pussy
standing out like a beacon against her pale body.
He had a full nude shot of her for just a second when
I closed the door and joined him in the living room.
"I am sorry about that" I apologized.
"For what?" Ross asked "For making an old man happy?"
About then Leslie entered the room, wrapped in her
while velour robe "Just who did I make happy?" she
asked. Carter Blushed and told her that she had made
him happy and qualified the statement that at least he
had not had a heart attack. Leslie laughed and I could
tell that the old man's statement had made her feel
good about herself.
The film started and it was all about a very pretty
young nun that sold her body to some of the local well
to do gentlemen to raise money for an addition for a
small orphanage ran by her order. It was not hardcore
of course, the French in those years were more
interested in artistic films rather than the newer
"Just go over there and fuck" films that the purveyors
of porn churned out. There were many frontal nude
shots of the nun and she was amazingly like Leslie,
naked that is. Her skin was pale and her pussy luxurious.
As Ross watched her I could see
that Leslie had made the connection and knew that he
was viewing the actress as he had viewed her. if only
for a glimpse. As I said there was no actual sex. A
lot of intertwined naked steamy bodies and a couple of
times a shot or two of the nun laying with her older
client after sex. Once she actually had his thick
softened cock in her hand. As that man had approached
her, as she lay on the bed waiting for him, his thick
hard member was evident. The film was extremely
erotic.
The second bottle of wine really enhanced the effects
of the first and we had all loosened up a great deal.
It was like an old friend was visiting us and not a
relative stranger. The nun seemed to be granting her
favors for about a hundred Francs. I wasn't sure what
the exchange would have been in the story time frame
but Leslie said ,jokingly, "Well if I get out of a job
I know what I can do." I put it down to a combination
of the wine and the movie. Then a little on into the
film the nun was pulling down the pants of one of the
old men when out pops the fattest, horniest looking
cocks imaginable. Leslie gasped as the nun bent toward
it and then it showed a scene from later on. I
realized that the film had been made as hardcore but
had been edited.
"That was an old man?" she said amazed but I saw her
eyes look at Ross quickly. The man was giving the nun
her hundred Francs when Leslie quipped "A hundred
Francs doesn't seem like a lot of money to be paying a
nun." I said something about it not being enough for
her, meaning Leslie.
"Well I think Leslie should get about ten thousand."
Ross said.
"Francs or dollars?" Leslie piped up.
"Why dollars of course," Ross said "Francs would only
be about sixty dollars."
Then nothing else was said for a while till the movie
ended.. It was getting late so we all went to our
bedrooms. I had just lain back on the bed when Leslie
whisked off her robe, naked underneath, and threw
herself across my midriff. She quickly extracted my
cock, which was hard by the way, from my shorts and
had it in her mouth in a flash. Her mouth was so warm
and wet that I came almost immediately. "Well hon
looks like that movie set you off" I said,
Leslie looked at me from my cock " Well that and the
fact that I've just been told I'm worth ten thousand
dollars."
" I can imagine that ten thousand isn't the same to
him as it would be to me" I said.
"Well not to me either," Leslie came back with "I just
wonder if Ross was serous about it."
I don't know what prompted me to say it "Are you
thinking about taking him up on the offer." I had to
admit that ten thousand would go a long way on a down
payment.
" Suppose I was," she said " I'm still thinking about
that old man's cock in the movie...I didn't think men
that old could even get a hard on." Like I said before
the old man did have a real prolific cock. He was
thick and there were a lot of thick veins over the
shaft and when the nun had pulled back his foreskin a
large purple head popped out. My own was circumcised
and although pretty large was smooth and not nearly as
red and angry looking or as thick either. Leslie went
back down on me to get the last of my cum. Did I
mention that she loved cum. "If he has one like the
man in the movie it could be interesting" she said.
Naturally Leslie and I did some fantasy talk during
sex. One of those fantasies was that she had other men
before we were married. One of those fantasies
revolved around a professor of hers, an older man
also, who always had a large bulge showing in his
pants. It was a theme of discussion among some of
Leslie's friends and one even had sex with him and told
her that his cock was huge. "Would you have minded if
I had a cock larger than yours back then?" Leslie had
asked as I was ramming into her. She later said that
she had been glad to find that mine was not all that
small and if she ever had another man she would look
for size. About then we heard a noise and thought that
Ross was looking in the kitchen for something. Leslie
said she would be right back and pulled her robe on
and went out to the kitchen. She returned about five
minutes later carrying a glass of milk. She seemed
excited. "He wanted this and I told him I would bring
it to him," she said "Is that alright with you?"
"What if he wants something besides milk?" I said. I
was surprisingly excited myself. There was the thought
of ten thousand dollars, if he was serious, and there
was the thought about Leslie being sexually interested
in another man even if he were old enough to be her
father.
Leslie looked at me with a strange look in her eyes
"Well I guess I'll have to see if he meant it," she
said "It's alright with you isn't it?" I indicated
that I would trust her judgment then she told me not
to come out of the bedroom and was out the door. I
should mention something about our apartment. The
bedrooms were in line with the living room which had
French doors leading to a balcony. That balcony went
past our bedroom window and ended just short of the
guest room. Warm weather had come along and Leslie had
opened the curtains and raised the window. We kept the
curtains open as we had a thick stand of trees between
us and the next building. It was very private and we
didn't have to worry about prying eyes as high up as
we were on the top floor. I lay in bed for just a
minute before I got my wits about me. I eased out the
living room doors and past our bedroom window. The
window to the guest room was easy to see into by
leaning just a little over the balcony railings.
Ross carter was sitting against the back board of the
bed and had some folders in his lap. He was reaching
across for the glass that my wife was handing him. The
way Leslie was standing and the fact that her robe was
loosely belted caused the top of her robe to part and
her white breast were hanging down like two ripe
pears. I could see where the old man's eyes were
looking and so did Leslie. She pulled the robe closed
again and feigned modesty "Oh I'm sorry" she said.
"Don't be sorry Leslie," Ross said "I enjoyed that as
much as I enjoyed the first time."
"But that was so quick," Leslie said "How could you see
enough to like it."
"I may be old but I'm real quick" Ross said setting
the milk and the folders on a bedside table. I would
be lying if I said that I didn't want a better look."
Leslie hand went to the top of her robe and I thought
she was going to part it but she held it closer if
anything. :Mr. carter you have to realize that I've
never did anything like this before...I have never
been with anyone but my husband," she said.
"I believe you and you," he said "And it's been a long
time since I've had a young beautiful woman like you
standing by my bed."
Leslie seemed to be having trouble breathing. She took
a deep breath and pulled the robe from her. She held
it in one hand as she stood there stark naked. It was
Ross Carter that had to take a deep breath then.
"Leslie you are lovely and I did mean what I said about
the ten thousand." He held out his hand and I held my
breath. Gone from my mind was the thought of the money
instead all I could think about was that another man
was viewing my wife as only I had seen her. My cock
was hard and I pulled it out from my boxers. Leslie let
her self be pulled to the man. Ross was not a fumbling
kid as he took her in his arms and kissed her. Leslie
pulled back for just an instant and then surrendered
herself to his lips. The way their lips were mashing
on each other and then the hollowing of her cheek I
knew she had taken his tongue. I began a slow stroking
on my cock.
I saw Ross' hand move to her breast and cup it. He
took the nipple between his thumb and fore finger and
rolled it around. It was just the way Leslie liked it
done. She moaned into his mouth. Then his hand went
down to her crotch and I saw a fat finger part the
hair away before it penetrated her wetness. He began
to gently saw it in and out and Leslie squirmed her
hips around on it. They stayed like this for a few
minutes till Leslie pulled away and reached for the fly
in his pajamas. Ross broke the spell for just a minute
when he asked her "Oh Leslie you don't mind taking my
check do you...I don't have that much cash with me?"
Leslie didn't answer but reached into his fly and
pulled out, with some difficulty, a very fat cock a
little longer than my own. She glued her eyes to it as
she stroked it and pulled the foreskin back. Like in
the movie a large purplish head popped out. Leslie
spent a couple of minutes turning the cock around for
her inspection...well it was more like she was
admiring it. She lay down with her hips toward his
head and she dipped her own down. Her red lips parted
wide and her pink tongue flicked out to lick at the
drop of pre cum on the tip. I saw his tongue disappear
into her mouth. The next time she parted her lips was
to envelope the head in her mouth. By now Ross Carter
had given up on the slow experienced approach and was
just another man in lust. He pulled Leslie's hips over
his face and I saw him disappear into her thick bush.
Leslie had now began to suck Ross' cock in earnest. She
was having some trouble with it's unfamiliar thickness
but she was rapidly learning how to suck this larger
cock. In response to his work at her cunt she began to
suck his cock faster as she gripped it at the thick
base. I knew that he would not be able to last long at
this. For that matter neither could I. My fist was
flying on my cock the same way Leslie's mouth was
flying on his cock.
I was right and I saw his buttocks come off the bed
and he pressed his cock hard against Leslie's mouth
almost hiding it in the thick hair that sprouted from
his groin. Then Leslie was swallowing for what seemed
like an unusually long time. She was breathless when
she finally took her mouth from ross' cock. Long
strings of sperm dripped from her mouth and she
quickly sucked these back in. My own cum had
splattered against the brick of the building and was
dripping down. For me to come so much after such a
short time was amazing. Another thing was that my cock
had lost none of it's hardness. I looked back up to
see that Leslie had reversed herself and was now hotly
kissing Ross. He didn't seem to mind that her mouth
was coated with his sperm. While she was kissing him
Leslie raised her hips up and she reached under her to
grasp his still hard thick cock. She placed it at the
entrance to her cunt and began to let her body back
down. The cock spread her cunt apart as it buried
itself in her. I kept up my furious jacking on my cock
as I saw that she was giving him, and herself also,
the fuck of his life. For over fifteen minutes, in
which I had came twice more, she rotated her hips up
and around to get all the cock she could, When he came
in her she stayed atop him laying in his arms. I
staggered back to the bedroom and lay back exhausted.
I think all the wine finally claimed me for the next
thing I knew I was brought from my sleep by Leslie's
body on me. Not her lips but her hairy wet pussy was
being mashed on my face as her warm lips enveloped me.
I could taste the unfamiliar taste of another man's
juices in her. I cam again and drifted back into
sleep.
The next morning the sun coming through the window
woke me. I was alone in bed. I was clearing my eyes of
sleep when the door opened and a smiling fresh looking
Leslie came in and cuddled with me. "I slept with him
honey." she said kissing my face "God can you believe
we fucked at least four times." Then I think it hit
me. Leslie had been fucked by another man and from the
way she was acting she had thoroughly enjoyed it. I
had to be at work and Leslie gave me a quick mouth job
before I got up to shower. she joined me in the shower
and was eager to tell me just how much she had enjoyed
herself the previous night. "It was just as if I had
screwed my professor and Ross had such a nice big cock
too" she said. She also said that I should get dressed
and go to work. "Ross and I want to have another screw
before we go in." she looked up at me "I mean if it's
alright with you." I told her that she should enjoy
herself. As I drove to work my mind was filled with
images of the two of them fucking.
Leslie called me at work just as I was about to leave.
They had gotten Ross a suite of rooms in a great hotel
in town and Leslie wanted to spend the night with him.
It turned out to be on the third day that I came home
to find her there. The first thing she did was to show
me a check she had. It wasn't for ten thousand dollars
as I had expected but for fifty thousand. I was
shocked speechless. I looked up to see Leslie with the
biggest happiest grin that I had ever seen on her
face. Not only had she spent the last two nights
getting royally fucked by Carter's large cock but she
had gotten the down payment for our house. That night
she relived every moment of it with me. "I know you
were watching me the first night," she said "So don't
tell me that you didn't like it as much as I did." I
had to admit that she was correct. "I really liked you
eating me out after he had fucked me too" she told me
as she levered herself over me and sank her cunt down
on my still cock. "I wish you could have seen me the
other times too," she said "I like you watching me
fuck a man." She rotated her hips around and I did
notice that she was a little looser than normal but
she still felt good. "What I really want is to have
you with me and another man so I can have two at
once." she said "You would like that wouldn't you?"
What could I say.?
A week later she called me at work. She had been off
house hunting that day instead of going to work. She
was real excited. "I stopped off in a bar in town and
I met this guy," she was almost out of breath as she
talked. She said that the guy wanted to screw her and
she had made him a price of five hundred "After all he
isn't a millionaire." She said that she had told him
that she was waiting for a regular of hers that would
meet her there. She had told him that I had her for
the evening but that I might be into her being screwed
by them both. I hurried from the office to the
downtown bar she had told me she was at. At first I
had trouble adjusting to the light in the bar but then
I spotted her at a booth. She was on the same side
with him and turned toward him. I approached. I could
see her hand on him in his lap. I made myself known
and Leslie turned and called me John and said that she
was glad I made it. I told her that I wouldn't miss it
for the world. She said that she had to talk to me and
got up. We went to the bar and the first thing she
said was "He really has a large cock...I've been
feeling it." I asked her if that was what she wanted.
She smiled "What I want is to be able to have him and
my husband to be close while I have him." We got back
to the table and Leslie told the man that I was
agreeable. She told us to finish our drinks while she
got a room in the hotel next door to the bar. She said
that she would give me a call on my cell phone.
That left me with the delicate position of making
conversation with the man my wife was going to fuck.
It turned out not to be bad at all. The first thing he
said was about what a fox she was. "She's not like any
other whore I've ever met." he said. I agreed with
that. Then he wanted to know what Leslie was good at.
Could she suck cock good. The answer to that was that
she was the best. As we talked I found that I was
really getting off talking to another man about my
wife's sexual powers. I found myself making up things
like the time that she had taken on a bunch of my
friends at a bachelor party. "She must have had at
least ten guys that night," I lied "She wore all of us
out." He was as excited as I was to get her naked in a
bed jamming her between us. He said that he really
appreciated a real cock loving slut. His own wife was
a frigid thing that wouldn't even suck cock. I was
really getting in to the conversation when my cell
rang. She was waiting in room 612 for us. We gulped
our drinks and hurried to meet her. I was already hard
and from the tent in his pants he was too. Of course
he made a much larger tent than I did.
Leslie was waiting totally naked. We both went to her
and she stopped us and said that we should stand by
the bed while she sat on it. We began to take off our
coats and shirts while Leslie first undid his pants and
then mine. Our shorts were the last to fall as and
then she was holding both our cocks in her hands. The
man was about the same thickness but at least two
inches longer. Leslie began to blow him and I was able
to look down at my wife sucking a man's cock from
close up. She kept cutting her eyes up at me as if to
gauge my reaction. That wasn't hard to tell...I was in
pure lust watching my sweet wife suck a total
stranger's long cock. She could always deep throat me
but Ross must have taught her some tricks. I saw the
man's cock as it must have hit the back of her throat
then saw Leslie breath around the cock and push it all
in. I could imagine it bending down the curve of her
throat as she swallowed him fully. Then it was my turn
and it was like a new woman sucking me. She had
learned a few new tricks. She made sure that I could
see all the cum in her mouth before she swallowed it
down when he exploded in her. She was being a real
slut whore and I loved it. Then we fucked her. Him
first as I watched. I knew that he was hitting places
that I had never dreamed of and that she was loving
it. Ross had been thick but this man was long. I
entered her she was still filled with his sperm and I
cannot adequately describe the feeling. I only know
that at that moment I had never loved my wife more.
After that first time she sucked me while the man
sucked mine and his own cum from her. I had not been
fast enough myself. I wanted to be down there sucking
her out. I got a chance though for he fucked her again
before he said that he had to get home and as soon as
he left I was down slurping away. "You really like
that don't you?" she asked "I don't know about you
men." She said that Ross had sucked his cum from her
lots of times. I found out she had been fucked by him
over twenty times including the four times at our
apartment. We were in no hurry to leave the hotel. The
room was paid for and neither of us had to be at work
the next day so we decided to stay there all night. "I
think I'll go down and get us a bottle of wine," she
said "I think we can afford it." She was gone about a
half hour and I was just about to go looking for her.
Matter of fact I had dressed when my cell rang. "Honey
get into the closet." she said excitedly "I met a
couple of men and we will be right up." I looked
around for the closet. It had louvers in the door and
I knew it would give me a good view. It did.
Leslie came in with two over weight business men in
their forties or so. I unzipped to free my hard cock
as she got down to business. This time one had a thick
cock and the other had a long slim one. One went in
her cunt and after a few minutes the slim one worked
it's way into her ass. I had only tried it there a
couple of times and I thought that Leslie wasn't keen
on that. You would have never known it the way she
bucked between their bodies as they pounded her cunt
and ass. When they left I was naked in a flash and
between her legs sucking fresh cum from her. I fucked
her again and I guess the toll caught up with me. I
apologized for my inadequacies but Leslie said not to
worry. "We might as well get our moneys worth out of
the room and I noticed that the bar downstairs is
filled with lonely men who have hard cocks and money
to spend" she grinned. That was a year ago and Leslie
still is paying off our house cock by cock. We have
fixed up a room for me to watch from as I never get
tired of watching my wife fuck or suck cock after
cock.
--
"After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns
away from the people who didn't do it."
-William S. Burroughs