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My Boss' Slut (M+Wife Slut Cons Impreg)
by: E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

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Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com


MY BOSS' SLUT

Becky and I met and married in college, finishing together to began
our careers, she as a school teacher, me as an accountant.  Our sex
life was normal, normal and dull.  It was just straight sex,
missionary style. I tried to talk to her about expanding her horizons
and tried to get her to do other things, or, maybe even tell me her
fantasies, but, she seemed sexless most of the time.  

Then, after we had been married about three years, we found out I was
sterile and that is the reason we could not have a child. Becky was
devastated.  She so wanted children.  I felt horrible because I wanted
them, too, but, more than that, because I had let her down.  It was
about then I started having fantasies of her having sex with another
man, a man who would impregnate her, a man to give her what I could
not, a child. 

I never had the courage to share my fantasies with her, although they
became stronger and stronger.   Every time we would see a couple with
a small baby, I would see the pain in her face, see her wanting.  Over
time, I could see something else. I could see her disgust with me for
being sterile, for being unable to give her that.  

She would fight her feelings.  I could see her pendulum swing from
being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give
her a child.  It was so hard on both of us.  

One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy.
I told her I dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of
bearing a happy healthy child, of me watching them having sex or her
telling me all about it.  This was so much a part of the fantasy.  I
must know everything, as if I were impregnating her through him.

She slapped me hard, then she slapped me again. "How dare you think me
a slut!" she screamed, pounding on my chest with her fists.  "I am
your wife, you sterile wimp!"  She began to cry buckets, collapsing
aginst me as she sobbed.  Immediately, she begged my forgiveness at
calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that wanted a
child as much as she did. 

I threw myself in my work.  Our relationship declined even faster, to
the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the
point I would rather not bother her.  Yet, even though she was
listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her.

Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an executive who was being
transferred to another office.  Three other men had been fired. Those
changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been
filled. Mr. Williams, the top man in the company, was going to be at
the party to meet all of us.  I am sure part of the reason he was
there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion. 

Becky claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted.  This was too
important for her to miss.  Our company liked to hire married people
and wives were an important part of our culture.  At the party, Becky
relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did.  She was
really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis
anyway. 

We had been there about two hours when I realized Becky was not by my
side. I saw her talking to Mr. Williams in the corner. They seemed
intent.  I turned to talk to someone else.  When I looked for her
again, she was gone. So was Mr. Williams. 

Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left
together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new
recruit.  I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my
brain whirled.  I felt a hand on my arm.  It was Becky.

"Honey, let's go home," she said.   Her eyes were wild, more alive
then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as
she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her
toward the door. Mr. Williams was watching us as we left. In the car,
I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk
right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving
rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes.  She bounced into
the house. 

"Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Williams?" I asked as we undressed
in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick.  Becky was
moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched.
I was hard just thinking about her. 

"Yes. Why didn't you tell me you were up for a promotion?"  

"I didn't know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have
not been officially informed."  

"Well, you certainly are being considered," Becky said. 

I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys.  Becky was now naked except
for her panties.  I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her
bare breasts.  She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed,
a funny, wild smile. 

"Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again," she said. 

I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never.  

"Which one?" I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant.

She dragged her nails over my bare leg. "You know which one."

"I want you to have sex with another man.  I want him to impregnate
you.  I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about
it."  I gasped it out, my voice squeaky.  Sweat started to flow from
me. 

"Tell me yours now," I asked.  Becky would never discuss her
fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to
tell me.  She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her
lashes.

"Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me
in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch
sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it.   He fucks me.  His dick is
big and long and thick and so very hard.  He fucks me all he wants to.
He fucks me and makes me pregnant."  

She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over
conspiratorially.

"More than that, he makes me his slut.  Me, Bobby, me.  Little, sweet,
shy Becky.  I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving
every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants."

"Why did you never tell me that?" 

She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face
me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward.  

"I know what it will take to get you the promotion," she said.  

"What?"  

"Mr. Williams wants me.  He wants to fuck me." 

I started to quiver.  I could tell Becky was very sexually excited,
more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her
nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her
panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up
my leg to feel the erection in my shorts.

"I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his
slut. You would like that, Bobby, wouldn't you? You would like your
sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion.  Think
of it, Bobby. Think of Mr. Williams, your boss, between my legs,
fucking me, fucking me so hard.  Think of his hot cum flooding my
ravaged pussy.   Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me
pregnant.  You would like that, wouldn't you?" 

Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back.  

"Oh, Bobby, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to
get hard again and cum in me, Bobby. I want you to cum in me as I tell
you my fantasy."

I was hard in an instant. Becky stripped off her panties and shoved
them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She
lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked
together. I was moving slowly in and out. 

"Mr. Williams is my fantasy, Bobby. He tells me I will do as he says.
If I do, you get a big raise. If I don't, you get fired. I have no
choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him.  I want him to father
my children. I want my belly fat with his child.  So, I let him have
me.   And, oh, Bobby, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and
very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good."  

By now, Becky was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails
deep in my back, her legs tight around me.  Our breathing was ragged.
I fought to hold back from cumming again. 

"Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just
rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to
feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked.  Then, I orgasm from
his big cock in my ass.  I can feel you, Bobby. I can tell you are
ready to shoot. Cum, Bobby! Cum in me!  Cum in me thinking of your
sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed
growing in me."

She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer.
My cock had never been that hard that long.  I exploded in her.  As we
lay cooling together, Becky said softly, "I intend to live my fantasy,
Bobby. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children
And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut." 

She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living
room. When she returned, I asked what she did.  

"I called Mr. Williams. He will explain it to you in the morning.
Now, go to sleep." 

She curled up against me. I could not sleep.  I had never been so
aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Becky carrying a
baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped
my cock in her.  She moaned and pushed back. "That is it, Bobby.  Fuck
me while I dream of carrying Mr. Williams' baby."

Mr. Williams called me into his office early the next day. 

"I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the
party last night, Bob," he said.  

"Yes, sir."  

His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how
calm I felt.  

"And, what is your understanding, Bob?"  

"My wife is going to have an affair with you."

"Is that all?"

"No, sir.  You will make her pregnant."

A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes
softened some.   

"You have no problem with that?"   

"No, sir. I have no problem."

"It will be more than that, Bob.  Let me explain the ground rules.
First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise." 

"Thank you, Mr. Williams," I replied. He nodded.   

"I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes
dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish.  In
addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to.
So, it will not be just me fucking her, Bob.  Do you understand that?"

"Mr. Williams, may I sit down?"

"Of course. Would you like a drink?"

"No, sir. It is just . . . "

"I understand, Bob, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to
happen to her if I take her. No surprises."  

"Yes, sir."

"The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime.  I understand you two do
not have sex very often?"

"Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month."   He laughed, not an evil laugh, but
a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so
seldom.

"One of the real benefits to you, Bob, will be lots of sex.  She will
have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally.  Anally is
reserved for me."  

"Of course," I said.  

"Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next
morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you
very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will
be punished whenever I think she needs it, Bob."

The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a
rock.  I wondered how he would do it. 

"As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love
and care for her.  She will need care, particularly when she is
pregnant and during the delivery stage.  And, I expect you to be a
fine father for my children, Bob.  I mean that sincerely."

"Children?"

"Yes.  Children.  I expect her to have three to five, in total, at
least two of which are mine.   Do you understand this, Bob?  I will
make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by
someone other than me."  

"Yes, sir.  I understand.  We both do want children."

"Well, you will have plenty of them."  He came around from behind his
desk, sitting in the chair next to mine.

"She told me your fantasy.  I will let you watch sometimes but,  most
often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good
stories.  Any questions?"

"No, sir."  

"Good.  I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the
weekend with me."  

I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, "Well, have a
nice weekend."  

He laughed. "I am sure I will, Bob."

At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment
my wife was getting in my boss' car to fuck him for the weekend. I was
so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Williams fucking my
wife I could not think. 

That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky with Mr.
Williams. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night,  I had just put a
movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She
had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff
and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair. 

"Bobby Davis?" she asked.  

"Yes. Who are you?"

"I am Tiffany. Mr. Williams sent me.  I am your promotion bonus."  

Tiffany was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time
to make the sex very enjoyable.  I came four times before she left at
dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Becky. 

Becky got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used.
She gave me a big, long kiss at the door.  

"Want to hear?" she asked.  

"Yes," I answered, as my cock strained at my pants. 

"I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you."  I followed her into
the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she
turned around, I gasped.  Her breasts were bruised, with blue
splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body.
Then, I had a bigger surprise.

"How do you like my shaved snatch?"  Becky asked.  Her pussy was
smooth and bald. 

"What is that?"  

"A ring through my clit hood.  He had me pierced.  Want to touch?"  I
touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need. 

"That sure pops my clit," she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in
the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water.

"How was Tiffany?" she asked.  

"He told you?"  

"Yes. I think that was nice of him to do."  

"Tiffany was fine. I got a wonderful blow job."  I said this
intentionally because it was something Becky never did.  She laughed.  

"I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tiffany did. Get me
some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Bobby."  When I returned, she
took the aspirin, and lay back.

"Ready to hear?" she asked.  

My cock had been ready since she walked in the door.  

"I would love to hear," I said.

"He picked me up at three.  We went directly to a store where he
bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Bobby, clothes
that reveal me like you have never seen.  I will model them for you
later.   I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice
restaurant.  Then, we went dancing.  It was about one when we got to
his house.  He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we
undressed each other. Then, he lay me back.  His cock is huge, Bobby.
I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all.  But, he was
very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Bobby, I have never
felt so full. It was heaven."  

She opened her eyes to look at me.  I was rubbing my very hard cock
through my pants.  She smiled softly.  

"I have been ordered to take care of your every need.  Want a blow
job?" she asked.  

"Yes," I croaked.  

"Well, get over here."

I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Becky, braced
herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I
was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Becky swallowed it
down like a slut, the slut she had become.  Then, she relaxed again in
the bath.

"He fucked me until I could not come any more. Bobby, it was
something.  I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked
out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in
my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass.  I could feel his fingers
penetrating me back there. 

'What are you doing?' I asked him.  

'I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.'  

'No. I don't want you back there,' I said.  

He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. 'Actually, I would enjoy
your fighting me.  Raping your ass would be more fun for me than you
giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more.  I suggest you
shut up and turn over'."

I was getting hard again but Becky's eyes were closed, her hands
gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting
as hot rembering as she was telling me as I was listening. 

" 'No,' I said. 'You may not have my ass.'  

We both knew I wanted him to force me, to rape my ass. I guess the
restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay
on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face
down, arms spread. 

"Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.'  

'No,' I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting
me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers
digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt.  That it where the
bruises on my tits came from, Bobby, from his crushing it when I told
him no.

'Please don't,' I whimpered.  He squeezed harder. I though he would
rip my breasts off.  Now, I was crying. I could stand no more. 

'Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.'"

"He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks
apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one
stroke. God, it hurt, Bobby. I felt like I was being ripped in two.  I
screamed.  I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms
were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally
relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out,
fucking my ass. It felt good.  Soon, I was begging him to never stop.
Oh, I begged him, Bobby.  I begged him to never stop fucking my ass.
I came twice from his monster cock up my ass."  

She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and
saw my cock red and ready. 

"Don't worry. I will let you have my ass someday," she said.  

"No, Becky.  Mr. Williams told me I was never to take you there.  It
is reserved for him."  

"Well, I will make it up to you," she said.

Becky stood and began to dry off.  Becky never bathes in front of me
and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries
off is a great change in her behavior.  A change for the better, I
might add.  I looked closer at her body. I could see faint
fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her.  

"What happened then," I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile.
She knew I was totally aroused by her story.   

"After he came in my ass, we showered together.  I sucked him until he
was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped
in his arms."  Becky wrapped her arms around me, kissing me.  I could
taste my cum in her mouth. 

"You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story
first?" she asked.  

"A quickie."  After walking to the bed, Becky lay back, gave me a
slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold
herself open.  I had never seen her do that before.   I knee walked
between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet.
She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was
not long.

"Did you orgasm?" I asked.  She kissed me gently. 

"Bobby, I probably don't orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten.
That is the reason I like you to eat me.  And, it is one of the
reasons I want Mr. Williams' monster cock.  I orgasmed over and over
on his cock, Bobby.  Now, please eat me, baby.  I want to cum, too."  

I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking,
taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm.  When she had
recovered, she continued.

"Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart.
The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put
his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Williams but he
winked at me.  His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the
way.  I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green."  Becky was
watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction.  I was enjoying her story
very much.

"Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?"  

"Very much," I replied.     

She jumped up and opened her suitcase.  She put on a black garter
belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a
strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black
skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse
which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist.  She looked like a
slut, a high class slut.  

"Like it?" she asked.  

"Yes."

"Watch when I sit down." 

She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress
was so short.  And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips
of her pussy were plainly visible.

"What do you think, Bobby? I am a slut, or what?  I told you I would
be his slut."  She was excited at the thought, at being his slut.  

"Go on with your story," I said. She smiled at me. 

"'What are we doing tonight?" I asked.  

'Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming
back here for sex.'  

I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very
thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my
feelings.  It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During
dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Bobby, at one point, my
skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time.
It made me cum.  Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men
finger fucking me.  When we returned to the house,  Mr. Arnold kissed
me and began undressing me. Mr. Williams joined us. I never had two
men before as you know, Bobby.  I took one in my ass while another was
in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me.  I kept their
cocks clean with my mouth.  I must have cum fifty times.  They left me
in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion."

She grinned.  

"You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?"  

"Oh, yes," I said with a laugh. 

"Doggie style?" Becky said.  I fucked my wife doggie style. This time
I believe she came as I lasted forever.  

"What happened next?"  

Becky was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep. 

"Hum?"  

"After Saturday night?"  

"Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again.  Then, I took a
short nap.  Mr.  Williams awakened me, telling me we had an errand.
That is when he had me pierced.  That hurt. He meant it to hurt.  The
man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a
topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Williams told him no,
he wanted me to feel it. 

'We need to tie her down, then,' the guy said.  They tied me to a
table, naked, legs spread.  I felt him grab the hood with forceps and
pull it out. Then, pop.  I screamed like crazy.  They gave me some
aspirin. It is still throbbing some."

Becky smiled wanly. 

"Bobby, I have got to sleep," she said and rolled over.  I heard her
snoring in an instant.

The week was fairly uneventful.  The biggest change was for me was I
had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we
had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until
we could not cum again.  Of course, I ate her pussy each night.  It
was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum. 

Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Becky had long brown
hair which reached to her shoulders.  She always wore it straight. She
always wore a small earring in each ear.  When she got back, I was
shocked at the change in her appearance.  Her hair was cut shorter,
dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head.
And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear. 

Thursday night, she said, "I am not going to have sex with you. I know
you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do."  I
was angry with her for denying me and told her so.  She was very
surprised I was so strong with her.  I think it secretly pleased her.
But, she was adamant.  She wanted to find out what Mr. Williams would
do.  She found out. 

When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her
to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon.  About four,
he called me, telling me to join him in his office.  Becky was sitting
in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both
entered. 

She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright
eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her,
although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and
undressed her.  When Becky was at school, she still wore the same
conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed
like the slut she had become.  He stripped her naked except for her
thigh high stockings.  Those he rolled down to her knees. 

Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather
bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings.  Becky never
complained.  In fact, she was loving it.  I could smell her pussy and
see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he
attached restraints to her legs.  He pushed her face down over his
desk.  With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get
away.  

Becky was wild now.  She started begging him not to hurt her.  He
grinned at me.  It was clear she was loving what was happening to her.
Finally, her spoke to her.

"Becky, I do not tolerate disobedience.  I told you to satisfy your
husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last
night to see what I would do."  

"Yes, sir," she sobbed.  

I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth
and fastened the straps behind her head.  Her face was total fear and
she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch.
It was about four feet long and very supple. 

"Now, Becky, you are a slut and I am your master.  Bob is your
husband.  You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will
help you remember that."

He gave her twenty and he was not gentle.  The stripes covered her
from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most
landed on her ass and upper thighs.  I could hear her scream through
the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the
willow branch struck her. 

When he stopped, he commanded, "fuck her cunt, Bob."   

I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She
orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted
before I filled her with cum. Mr. Williams dropped his pants. His cock
was a monster, much bigger than mine.  He ran it in and out of her
sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could
in her ass.   She screamed again and passed out.  He stopped, his cock
in her to the hilt.  He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket
and held it under her nose.  When she revived, he fucked her ass long
and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the
gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him.  I
watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there
across the desk. 

He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him
and me.  The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Becky tied
down and freshly fucked over his desk.  I was have expected Becky to
be embarrassed at being seen by someone else.  It was obvious what had
happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when
the secretary walked in the room.

After Becky's sobbing had quieted, he asked, "Have we learned a lesson
today, slut?"  

"Yes, sir," she said, in a tiny, little girl voice. 

"I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle
with you."  

"Yes, sir," she sobbed again.

"Do you understand about being Bob's slut as well as mine?"

She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from
her in a very long time."

"Yes, sir."

"Release her, Bob."  I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she
gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself. 

"May I go clean up, Mr. Williams?" she asked.  

"No. Just dress.  I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want
everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked."  

When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.  

"You like being my slut, don't you, Becky?"  

She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and
swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed
and jumped.  

"I asked you a question, slut."  

"Yes, sir."  

"Yes, what?"  

"Yes. I like being your slut."  She turned to look at me.  "I like
being your slut, too, Bobby."

>From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships.
>Mr. Williams was
my boss and Becky's master.  I was his employee and Becky's husband.
Becky was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut,
his slut first and my slut second.  

There is a lot more to tell, stories of gang bangs and wild orgies, of
breast implants and tattoos, but those stories are for another time.

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