Dear Reader; 
A word of warning.  This story involves a married couple that go on a journey of discovery.  It
starts when the wife meets a man that takes her places she always way deep down wanted to go. 
If you don't care to read about two people in love and desperate to keep their marriage together,
even if it involves a wife that acts like a slut...then don't read any further.  This is the first time I
have put a warning on a story such as this.  It isn't too graphic, it does contain anal sex, oral sex,
and vaginal sex.  Sex in public, Group sex, unsafe sex, and unprotected sexual endeavors as well.

In a perfect world, sex would always be safe, no matter how many or how long it was done.  In a
perfect world, the wife and husband would be fully loving and in communication with each other
always.  In a perfect world stories such as this wouldn't need to be told.  This story goes into that
perfection of worlds to a point.  There is no thought about ‘safety' or ‘safe sex'.  If that bothers
you..again...don't read this story.

That is all I have to say on this story.  Expect more of these...well, whatever you wish to call my
warning, in the future as well.

Curious2c
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                
                  Business Trip Transformation
                                
                                
I'll be the first to admit it.  Our marriage was in deep trouble.  We had both been working hard in
our respective jobs, traveling and making all ‘the right moves' for our future.  In spite of that, or
rather, because of that, our intimate love life had gone down the tubes.

Having been married for fifteen years and fairly comfortable with each other, we were just getting
to the financial place we had aimed for...yet, we had begun to be apart more and more.  It seemed
that each promotion led to more time away from each other, until lately, we only saw each other
on weekends once in a while. 

Of course, having so little time together, we'd fight over who's turn it was to do this or that in the
household chores and things like that, and now our weekends were mostly spent with each of us
keeping to ourselves. The age difference between us had never seemed to be a part of our
problems. I am ten years younger than Matt.

Sex?  We hadn't had any kind of regular sex for several years, and lately, even that sporadic sex
we did have had tapered off to almost nothing.  We had both talked about what was happening in
our lives, but neither of us wanted to be the one to give up on their career.  We were at a critical
point that many marriages arrive at...and I was afraid that we would soon be divorced.

One of the only things that wouldn't be any trouble if we got divorced was we didn't have any
children.  I had been involved in a car accident when I was a young child and the results of that
were I would never be able to have kids.  My fallopian tubes had been severed and in such a way
that they couldn't be restored.  

We had accepted that fact and still married knowing that we would have no children. Every once
in a while I would feel a twinge about not being able to have a baby, but it would pass.  I know
that Matt had accepted it, and we had talked about possibly adopting a young child at some point. 
We had yet to reach that point though. Now it looked as if we'd never get there.

I left on Monday morning for a business trip and would be gone all week long.  Mat, my husband,
left at the same time, matter of fact we were in the check in line together at the airport.  He was
headed out on a business trip for a week as well.

We talked in the airport...and as he turned to go get on his flight, he told me, in a very serious
way...

"Donna, we're in trouble.  We both know it.  If something doesn't give soon we'll be separated. 
We need to take some time for ourselves before it's too late...if in fact it isn't too late. I love you
and I don't want to lose you without a fight."

He kissed my cheek after that stunning pronouncement, and left me standing in the lobby, almost
in tears.  I had seen it of course, but for him to say it in public...as he had...tore me up inside.  I
loved him, I always had.  I knew he loved me too. Lately the fights and not being together had
taken their toll though.  I never even got a chance to reply to his announcement either. 

I boarded my flight a few minutes later, and as I sat down I was depressed.  I had been horny for
what seemed like weeks.  I had fought with Mat last night, and then this morning his little
statement on our married life worried me.  Would he cheat on me then?  I know I had been having
little thoughts on trips lately...wanting to get relief in some way.  If I was thinking like that could
he be doing so too?


Arriving at my destination, I found my hotel room to have been changed.  It upset me, but with
everything else in life coming at me, I accepted the room they offered in exchange, not knowing
what a suite I was going to have for the next week.  

Full up as they were, but also aware that I stayed often at their hotel, they had upped my
reservation to a beautiful room with a view, a Jacuzzi, and a king sized bed.  I was in love with it
the minute I stepped inside.  Never had they done this for me, and I wondered briefly what had
brought this about?

I tipped the handsome young man that had helped me with my luggage, and as he left he pointed
out the wet bar and other amenities. I noticed him checking me out as he helped me.  It sent a
warm tingle through my body knowing that I still had what it took to attract younger men.

Closing the door, I called my client and arranged to meet them that afternoon for dinner.  She was
quite happy that I would be picking up the tab. I was happy that she was happy as it made my job
easier in the long run.  Happy clients are great to deal with.

I took a shower, wanting to wait for that Jacuzzi until later tonight when I could climb out of it
and into bed and relax.  Meeting the client was a breeze and by the end of dinner I had a feeling
that this trip would be a money maker for my company.  That meant a good bonus for me too.

The client left, promising to be all ready in the morning for my presentation.  I had high hopes that
things would work out perfectly.  I decided to sit in the bar for a bit before heading up to my
room.  While I was there he approached.

Tall, dark, and very...very handsome.  His graying temples took my breath away. I had always had
a thing for men with that ‘distinguished gray' thing going on.  He offered to buy me a drink.  I
accepted.  I knew I shouldn't.  It was wrong to accept a drink leading someone into thinking that
there may be more later on. 

I just couldn't resist his allure though.  Smiling, complimenting, laughing...getting me to
laugh...Pretty soon I was on a third drink from him, while I don't think he had more than sipped
out of his first.  I found myself asking his name.

When he hesitated, I realized right away that he was about to lie to me.  He was going to give me
a bogus name.  Thinking about it, and then noting that his wedding band was shining in the light
of the back bar, I knew why.

I decided that two could play at this game, so as he was telling me his name, I made up one for
myself too.  After all, how could he know my real name?  Just like I couldn't know his real name
either.  It would be...only fair just in case things went beyond drinks and talk.

That thought hit me hard.  I felt a shiver down my spine as I realized I had just decided that I was
willing, possibly, to go upstairs with this man...'James' he had told me, and have sex with him.  I
was shocked at myself.  I was also very horny, very ready and wanting too.  Mat and my marriage
seemed a long ways away at that moment.

"Mary.  Mary...Jones.  Road warrior and all around problem fixer."

My introduction was flippant...but I delivered my ‘name' without any hesitation.   I could see him
pause as if he thought I was telling him my real name.  Evidently in the world of people who
fucked around on the road, telling a real name was not a good idea. 

Names given, our talk led to more personal things.  Pretty soon I found myself pouring out my
whole story, even the details of my marriage and how I figured it was in danger of failing.  He was
very attentive, supportive and seemed interested in what I had to say.  I found myself wishing that
Mat would listen like James was.  I found myself wondering what else James could do that I
would appreciate too.

Blushing at my stay dirty thought, I only hoped that James couldn't read minds.  If he could I was
in deep trouble.  He'd know that I was already planning on us...in bed...in my room.  Possibly in
my Jacuzzi too.  It was big enough for more than two people...and the thought of that swirling
warm water jetting between our two naked bodies...I felt my pussy go wet at my thoughts.

James had a similar story to tell.  His wife worked, like I did.  They were apart way too much, and
he too felt that their marriage was about to end as well.  The more we talked the more I thought
about how alike we were.  Alike yet...different.  Besides the more obvious things of course, but in
his marriage, he thought his wife was the cause of their problems, while in mine, I figured my
husband, Mat was the issue.  

Talking soon turned to a few dances then a few dances turned into me inviting him to my room
for a nightcap.  We were both staying in the same hotel...different floors, but not that far apart. 
He was in town for a week as well and I realized that if I wanted, I could have sex every night this
week.  My horniness level shot up into higher gear with that knowledge.

I had forgotten my husband, my marriage, and everything I should have been concentrating on, all 
for one man, one week, and lots of hot nasty sex.  I hadn't even been to bed with him and I was
thinking of the things he'd say, the things he'd do...I was on a fast track to fantasy land for
certain.  I hoped that I would survive this week.

In my room I had a little shadow of doubt about what I was doing.  A man, with a made up name,
in my room, and the intent was sex between us.  We were here to have sex, of that there was no
doubt.  I was here to actually have sex with ‘James' and not my Mat.  I felt guilty right up until
James took me in his arms and kissed me.  Throughly. 

After that kiss, things went so fast I didn't have a chance to think about my husband, our
marriage, or anything at all.  ‘James' was skillful and sexual.  Demanding to the point of almost
turning me off...yet he seemed to know just how much to push and when to pull back.  He was
very good.

First, as we undressed each other he shocked me, and caused a thrill to shoot through my body
when he leaned in close to my ears and said the most filthy things to me.

"Well...Mary...tonight you and I are going to explore the world of sin and sex.  I'm going to eat
you alive.  Lick your body until you can't stand anymore, then I'm going to suck your cunt until
you cum again and again."

Nobody had ever talked to me like that.  It shocked me...and then I found it turned me on so
much that I was positively dripping wet in the shortest time I had ever gotten wet before in my
life.  His nasty thoughts were turning me on and into a quivering mass of jell-o.

I remembered back to when I was a young girl and having fantasy thoughts of what it would be
like to have a strong man just take control of me.  Something like a Knight errant or perhaps an
Arabian King...demanding of me, and talking dirty to me...because they could.

His next words ripped even more deeply into my center.  Hearing such filthy things he was going
to do to me in so graphic a way turned me on for some strange reason.

"Then, when I've eaten your cunt to several orgasms...I'm going to take my hard long cock and
ram it inside you.  I'll fuck you hard...your pussy will be begging for more when I'm done too. 
I'm going to make you mine.  I'll own your cunt.  I'll own your ass.  I'll own your mouth.  I'll
own you."

I could only moan.  I couldn't believe the things he was saying to me.  I should have been
angry...I should have slapped him for what he was telling me...yet I stood there and almost
wanted to beg him for more.  Talk to me like I was some cheap whore...I was about to beg him to
do that.  Deep inside I felt a change in me that I knew would never let me be the same ‘Mary'
again.  Ever.  No matter what, this night was going to change me forever.

He slowly stripped off my dress, then my bra and panties.  I stood there, in my heels and
stockings, as he stood back and stared at my body.  I blushed, never have had a man look at me as
he was then. 

Reaching out, he grasped a nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

"You're body is beautiful.  Your tits are perfect.  They stand out proudly, majestically, and I can
see by your nipples, that you want me to do more.  I will.  When I'm ready.  For now...I want to
play with you a bit.  Not to worry, you'll love how I play.  Trust me."

My pussy was flooding now.  I was shaking in desire.  I wanted this man.  My husband Mat, my
marriage, they both seemed far, far away.  I wanted this man to control me.  I wanted him to use
me.  His earlier conversation and now his almost demanding way of taking what he wanted had
me wrapped around his little finger.  I just wanted to please this God.

His fingers were at my pussy.  Slipping into me, I could feel him touching me expertly.  It was
obvious that he knew his way around a woman's body.  His thumb flicked at my clit as he plunged
his fingers in and out of me...like a little cock.  I almost came standing right there.  I was wet...I
was so ready...I wanted him to fuck me however he wanted.

"Mary...I want you to take my clothes off.  I will play with you as you do that, but I want you to
undo the buttons on my shirt, then my pants, I want you to strip my clothes off."

Shaking, my hands went to his buttons.  I fumbled for a bit, then finally figured out the best way
to do what he wanted.  Soon his naked body was standing in front of me.  All but his underwear
in a pile at our feet.

"Kneel down...take off my shorts."

I knelt.  My head was inches away from his crotch.  As I pulled down his underwear, his cock
sprang out and almost hit my face.  He stepped out of his underwear and I remained on my knees
in front of him, waiting for his next order. 

I found myself wanting him to order me to suck his cock. I had never done that...not even for
Mat.  It had caused more than one argument in our bedroom over the years...but I had always felt
that only a slut would suck a man's cock.  Only a whore would enjoy putting a man's cock in her
mouth.

Matt had tried so many times to talk me into trying it.  So many times, deep down I had wanted
to.  I still just couldn't bring myself to do that for him though.  I could hear my mother telling me
that some things only a whore would do for a man, and a proper lady would never do that, mainly
because her husband would lose respect for her if she did.  That would lead to a divorce in no
time.

Now, I found myself in my hotel suite, hoping...actually hoping that I would be ordered to do
those things.  Suck his cock...lick it, suck it...allow him to shoot off in my mouth.  Of course, this
was James, not Matt.  He could consider me a slut or a whore because...well, here I was
undressing him, in my stockings only.  Naked as he was now.  I was a slut.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

"No."  

I almost choked as I answered. 

"No?  No what?"

"I've...never sucked a penis before."

"Did I call this a penis?"

He had taken his cock in his hand and was waving it in front of my face.

"No.  You called it...a...c...c...co..."

"Say it.  This is a cock Mary.  Call it what it is.  Say it."

"Cock.  I've never sucked a cock before."

"Why not?"

"Only a slut would suck a cock."

"Only a slut would suck a cock?  So...would you consider a woman, a married woman, kneeling
in front of a man she just met that day, naked...talking about his cock...her pussy...her
cunt...would you consider her something other than a slut?"

His words cut me to the core.  He meant me.  He was going to have me call myself a slut...I could
see it.  Ashamed I wondered how I had let things get so out of hand.  How could I do this?  How
could I have let James get me naked in my suite, talking about his cock?  I was a slut.  I truly was.

"No...only a slut would do that."

"So...you're married and your naked in front of me...talking about my cock...wouldn't that make
you a slut too Mary?"

Looking down at the floor, embarrassed to know that I had slipped to this level...I whispered.

"Yes.  That makes me a slut.  A married slut."

"So...slut...you want to suck my cock...why don't you take it in your hand then ask me if you
can?"

Shaking, this was the step that would definitely put me across that line for certain...with no doubt. 
I was about to become a true slut for this...man.  James was about to get from me all that I had
never given to my Mat.

"Can I...suck...your...pen...c...cock?"

"What?  I didn't hear you."

"I said...can I suck your cock?  Please?"

"Lick it first.  All over."

I licked it.  All over.  He tasted clean, salty and a bit...I don't know...different than I had ever
thought it would be that was for sure.  I let my tongue slip down to his nuts, and caressing those
wonderful balls I found my inner voice telling me to go for it.  It wasn't just telling me...it was
shouting at me to go for it.

Shortly he had guided me into taking his cock into my mouth, and as time went on, he was soon
holding my head as he fucked my mouth.  Deeper and deeper he stroked, and I was beginning to
allow him into my throat.  My gag reflex had been on edge the whole time, but bit by bit it too
went away.  I was learning how to relax my throat muscles.  It wasn't easy, but I was trying my
best.

Before I knew it I was taking his whole cock into my mouth and down my throat.  If anyone
would have told me that by the end of my first day in this city I'd have a man's cock in my mouth
sucking it like a woman possessed, I'd have probably hit them. That it was James' cock was
another thing all together.

He was very vocal with me, telling me how to do this and that, how good it felt for my lips to be
wrapped around his cock.  Everything he told me just made me hornier and wetter.  I wanted to
please this man so bad, I wanted him to be happy with me, and satisfied by my efforts.

Suddenly I felt his cock begin to throb.  I knew instinctively that he was about to shoot off in my
mouth.  Looking up into his eyes, I saw that he had no intentions on quitting now either.  I braced
myself for the coming event.  I was afraid, but then I realized that porn stars could take it in their
mouths and swallow even...why not me?  After all, wasn't I just being a slut too?

"Oh yesss...swallow my cum slut.  Yesss...you sucked it out of me, now take it all down your
throat."

The first spurt hit the back of my throat almost choking me.  James pulled back far enough that
the rest of his juice flooded my mouth.  I accepted all I could then swallowed, trying to please him
by not losing any.  I felt that I had to catch all of his seed.  It was just a feeling I had.  I wanted to
pleased him the best I could.

The taste was unusual and I found it not too bad.  Matter of fact by the time I had finished
sucking all he had to give me I was searching and hoping for more.

After he finished cumming in my mouth he pulled away.  Taking my hand he led me to the king
sized bed and put me on it.  I laid there, naked except for my stockings and heels.  He spread me
out wide...looking around, he found some bra's in my suitcase, and taking them he proceeded to
tie me up...arms and legs spread wide open.  

Standing back and admiring his work, he smiled at me. 

"I see that you don't shave your cunt.  That's too bad.  I'd like a clean shaven cunt.  No hairs in
my mouth or between my teeth when I enjoy it.  I think we need to fix that.  Right now."

"Oh no.  I can't.  Mat...if Mat see's me shaved he'll wonder why I did that...especially since I've
been on a business trip.  I can't do that.  Please...don't do that to me."

I was worried that once Mat saw my shaved pussy...he'd flip out.  I didn't know what I could do
though since I was quite securely tied now.  I was in no position to argue with James on anything
he wanted to do at this moment.  I actually felt a bit scared at that point for the first time.  The
realization that he could do anything he wanted to me right then and there woke me up to what I
had allowed myself to get into. It also was turning me on more and more.

"I think that you will be able to tell your hubby that you shaved it for him...once you're home you
can freshen up the shave and he'll never know the difference."

His excuse made for me...he left the room temporarily.  He was back quick enough...only having
been gone long enough to go get the shave kit from his room I guess.  That whole ten minutes
with me being tied up put my mind in a state of almost unbidden lust.  

For some reason, being tied up and helpless as I was turned me on more than I would have
thought. My handsome young room service man could have walked in and taken me...any man
could have for that matter. I was exposed and helpless and it turned me on like you wouldn't
believe.

The cool shaving cream seemed to electrify my pussy...my cunt as James was calling it.  By the
time he finished shaving me, I had no pubic hair at all down there.  He even had untied me and
bent my legs way back so he could shave my anus area too.  

As he had shaved me, his fingers seemed to be everywhere.  In my cunt, in my ass, around my
clit...on my nipples, even in my mouth right after he pulled them from my cunt.  God...I was even
referring to my pussy as a cunt in my mind now.  I had really fallen down a slippery slope.

"My my my...your cunt looks so...pretty.  The only thing missing is...my tongue.  What do you
think...let me see...you've never sucked a cock before tonight...so I'll guess...you've never had
your cunt licked by a man either...am I right?"

"Oh no...that's so nasty.  My cunt is..."

"Your what?"

"My cunt.  Oh my God...I'm calling my pussy a cunt now too."

I was shocked.  I had called my pussy a cunt with my voice.  It had cut through the air like a knife
in butter.  I hadn't even thought...I just called it what it was...according to James.  I was a slut
now for sure.
He was rubbing my bare cunt.  The oil he was using smelled like it was flavored or should have
been.  I could feel it warming my sensitive area as he applied it too.  He knelt between my legs,
and put his head right in front of my cunt.  I could feel his hot breath on my clit...and I found
myself wanting to spread even more for him suddenly.

"Mmmmm...you smell very good.  I'll bet you taste even better."

"Oh no...please...not that.  No man has ever licked me down there...it's nasty."

"You're a slut...slut's do nasty things.  Get used to it...slut.  Slut Mary.  My slut Mary."

Just like that I accepted his statement.  After all, I had become his slut already.  I would do
anything for this man...even spend the whole next week doing whatever he demanded of me.  I
knew it, he knew it, and I'm sure that pretty soon many others would know it too.

His tongue slipped along my inner thigh and lightly touched my cunt lips.  I was feeling so dirty
knowing that a man had his mouth near my cunt...a man different than my husband.  I felt a shiver
of delight course through me as I realized that I was acting so much like a slut and loving it.

His tongue had now entered my cunt delving deeply inside.  His nose would rub my clit every
once in a while, and that extra stimulation would send shock waves through me.  Pretty soon he
added first one finger, then two, pushing them in and out of me.  I could feel another finger
brushing my ass hole too.

Having never had anal sex before, I was a bit nervous about the thought of a cock going up there,
but I knew that I was also curious what it would be like.  I had overheard some co-workers of
mine talking about anal sex once.  They had made it sound like it was the best thing ever once
they had gotten used to it.

I was soon nearing orgasm.  James had pushed one finger deep into my ass and now I think three
were in my cunt.  His tongue had shifted to lick my clit in between little sucks.  Those little sucks
were almost too much for me to take at times...his lips would lock around my clit and then he'd
literally suck in...drawing my clit into his mouth.  

Suddenly my orgasm hit me like a freight train roaring down the track full speed.  As I came I
knew that I'd do anything at all for this man...anything.  Thoughts of my marriage, my husband
Matt, my job, everything else were gone.  All I could think was that I needed more of what this
man had just done for me.

After I came back to reality from my orgasm, I found that James still had his fingers inside my
holes and his licking had gone to my cunt lips, staying away from my overly sensitive clit.  My
hands were still on his head pulling him into me though.

He also began to take the lips of my cunt in between his teeth and holding carefully onto them,
he'd pull away letting those soft folds roughly slip between them.  That feeling of dragging and
slight pulling back was exquisite.

He kept it up until I was headed into another orgasm, then suddenly he stopped.

I relaxed a bit and he pulled away.  Smiling as he looked into my eyes, he chuckled.

"What?"

"For a lady that has never had her cunt eaten before, nor sucked a cock, you sure pick up things
fast."

"Well...my teacher is very good at what he's doing to me too.  That has something to do with it."

"Nah...I think you've always had it inside of you...you just couldn't let it out until the right time."

He had moved up and as his cock head brushed my cunt lips he leaned down and kissed me on my
lips too.  Somehow I felt like I was being kissed by two different men at the same time.  I once
again felt that shiver go through me and as I returned his kisses his cock slid into me.  He was the
same size as Matt...yet some how he seemed so much bigger.  I was filled just right as he
bottomed out fully inside me.

"Oh...yes...you're perfect.  Filling me so perfectly.  Just right.  Ummm...fuck me now.  Fuck my
slutty cunt.  Please...fuck me James."

"Your slutty cunt huh?  Well, my cock is deep in your slutty cunt now...slut.  My slut Mary.  Feel
me...I'm going to cum inside you too.  I'm going to fill your slutty cunt full to the brim with my
cum.  What do you think about that?"

"Oh yeah...cum deep inside me...fill me up.  Fuck me.  Yes...uuhhh...yes....yessss."

He was fucking me now.  I mean fucking.  His cock was driving in and out of me hard and fast. 
Matt had never fucked me like this.  It was two people rutting.  A slut and her slut master.  I put
my arms around his back and locked my legs around his butt as he slammed in and out of me.

I came, then I came again.  Pretty soon I was having a bunch of mini orgasms and James just kept
ramming me with his cock.  It was so different.  Nasty.  I was nasty.  I was being a nasty slut. 
Fucking a man in my motel room that I had met just that day.  God I was a slut.

When he came I felt his hot cum flooding my cunt.  I came hardest yet at that moment.  I actually
passed out I think.  All I knew was that this man...James...had shot his cum directly into my un-
protected cunt...and I had begged him to do it.

"Oh YES...cum in me...fill me up with your juice...so hot...so hot...oh James...fuck me full.  Make
me pregnant...give me your baby.  Yessss...oh yessss..."

Yes, I know that I couldn't get pregnant, but saying those words like that caused me to almost
believe that I could get pregnant, and it did something extra for me.

Afterwards, resting from the main event, I started to have little guilt trips.  What had I done? 
How could I ever face Matt again?  I had sucked this man's cock until he shot his cum into my
mouth and then I had swallowed it all like some kind of candy.  

I had let this same man fuck me, and dump his load into my cunt.  Matter of fact, I had started to
call my pussy a cunt now too.  I was even thinking of it like that.  I had become a slut in one short
day.  From prim and proper to full tilt slut...all in one day.

I had let this man finger my ass hole and suck my cunt too.  Things that I had actually yelled at
Matt for even mentioning that he wanted to do.  In my sexually repressed world back then I had
really limited our sex lives.  I was thinking of the ways I could now open up for my husband. 
Then it hit me.  How could I?  After the many times of my vehement refusals, how could I and not
let Matt realize that it had taken James to get me to want to do these things?

I almost started to cry.  James leaned up on one elbow and must have seen how I was feeling.  His
hand brushed my hair back from my face and he leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek.

"You are wonderful.  This has been the most perfect day I've ever had.  Thank you."

"What?"

"You have made me the happiest man in the universe.  Someone so beautiful and so wonderful as
you, letting me make love to you.  It has been an experience that I'll never forget.  Ever."


"I'll bet you say that to all the other women you have don't you?"

"All the other women?  What do you mean?"

"Don't you do this wherever you go?  Check in to your motel or hotel and then go out and find
the first most likely slut to pick up?"

"Oh Mary...no.  Not at all.  Believe it or not, you are the first woman I've ever done this with."

"Yeah..sure."

"No...really.  I've never been with another woman while on the road ever, Mary.  I can tell that
you've never been with another man on the road either.  That doesn't make it wrong, it doesn't
make it right...it just...happened.  We were both lonely, both having issues with our spouses, and
now...we have become lovers.  We are great together too I think."

It took me a moment.  It all hit me suddenly too.  He was going on calling me Mary, and I had
called him James. False names.  We had fucked.  Like animals, I had sucked his cock and
swallowed his seed.  He had ate me out.  I...and I...had loved every second of it.  I was truly a
slut. I didn't truly know him, yet I did.

"So...what's next then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well James, we've had sex and I've done things with you that I've never done with my husband,
Matt.  What's next?  I seem to be your slut...we have a full week ahead of us...what's next?"

"So...you're okay with this then?"

"Yes.  I felt a bit guilty for a bit...like I lost something important.  But I now realize that what I
thought was so important wasn't all that much of a deal.  I just had the most wonderful time of
my life with you.  I've done things today that I've never thought about doing with Matt...even
having refused to do things like that for him.  Now that I'm a full fledged slut I guess I need to
learn all I can."

"Do you think that Matt will like the new you?"

"I don't know.  I hope so.  I'm not sure how I'll bring this out to him yet, but I hope I'll be able
to. I'd like him to be like you too.  All the time.  With me that is."

"I'm sure he'll come around Mary."

"So...it's early still.  Want to go out dancing or something?"

"How about we take in a movie?"

"A movie?"

"Sure, I know of a little theater where they run movies all night long.  Lets get you dressed up a
bit...let me pick out what you'll wear...and we'll head on over there."

His idea of what I should wear spun my mind around and twisted it up.  I couldn't wear that in
public...not like he was telling me to anyway...yet I allowed him to talk me into it.  James was
having his way with me...his slut...and I was allowing him to do whatever he wanted with me.

He had gone through my things while I was in the shower and when I came out he had my
shortest dress laid out along with a white blouse that was almost shear.  Where the garter belt and
stockings came from I didn't know, but I guess he had brought them along.  No panties, no bra.  

As I put it all on he helped me, and when the skirt was on me he stepped back and shook his head
negatively.

"What?"

"Your skirt...it's too long."

"God...it only goes to my knees as it is.  That's not too long...that's almost too short.  Especially
since I don't have any panties on.  If the wind blew just right..."

"Everyone should see what you have to offer.  You're my slut...remember?  Slut Mary.  MY slut
Mary. I want to show you off...letting other people see what a hot slut I am enjoying.  You're so
beautiful and sexy looking, other men and some women will be drooling all over you."

His words caused that familiar shiver to shoot through me.  I knew before I said another word
that I would do what he wanted me to do.  I would do whatever he asked of me.  God...I had
changed so fast...so much...it scared me yet it excited me at the same time.

"Well, what do we do about the skirt then?"

"We...go...SHOPPING."

"Shopping?"

"Yep.  Shopping."

We left the hotel, me dressed as he had directed still, and walked over to a close by mall.  In there
we found a Fredericks of Hollywood and in we went.  He guided me around as if he knew this
whole store intimately well, making me a bit suspicious of him for the first time. Matter of fact, he
had walked directly to it like he new because he'd been in here before at some point. 

When we finally got to the check stand to pay for our purchases, he had picked out a whole
wardrobe for me.  Dresses, skirts, tops, cut-offs, panties, bras, and other lingerie' items too.

He insisted on paying for it all, and when the bill came I was shocked.  James was spending a
fortune on me.  Well over eight-hundred dollars as a matter of fact. I was just stunned that he'd
do something like that.

We went back to the hotel and once in my room he got me really decked out in a very short time. 
As we left I glanced at myself in the mirror.  I almost backed out.  He had me wearing a
short...very short pleated skirt and a very slinky top.  I could see the straps of my garters below
the hem of the dress as a matter of fact. 

I looked like a hooker...almost.  My breasts...tits were hanging freely underneath my top and I
could see them clearly through the material.  I could even see the brown circle of my areolas and
my hard little nipples were sticking way out.  The material of the blouse was enticing
them...making them want to stand out.

"I can't go out looking like this James.  I...I'm too...I look like a..."

"You look like my slut Mary.  My slut.  Remember?  You're my slut now."

"For this week maybe...I guess."

"No ‘I guesses' about it. You're my slut forever now Mary.  Anytime I want you slut, you will
come...won't you...slut?'

I felt my cunt flood with the realization that he was right.  I'd be his slut forever now.  He could
get me to do things somehow...Matt had never been this way with me.  

I whispered back to him, while looking at the floor.

"Yes."

"Yes what Mary?  Look at me...be proud.  Be proud you're my slut.  That is what I want.  I want
a slut that is proud of being my slut.  Get your head up and smile at me...be my slut Mary."

I lifted my head up and looked him straight in the eye.  I had made up my mind now.  I would be
the best damned slut he'd ever seen.  For him I'd do anything he asked.  I would be the proudest
slut I could be.
"YES.  Yes I'll be your slut.  I will always be your slut James.  Whenever, wherever, anytime
anyplace.  I'm your slut now. My cunt is yours to do with as you please...my cunt, my ass, my
mouth...all of me."

"Good.  Lets go my slut."

We left heading out to the movie theater.  As we got there I realized that James had a far more
different thing in mind that I had for a movie.  It was an adult arcade.  Here I was, dressed
showing off my tits and cunt...because as I walked my skirt would flip up time to time and show
anyone who happened to be looking that I had no panties on...at all.

As we entered I could hear men around me commenting to either James or some other guy about
what a beautiful slut I was.  I heard one guy ask James if he shared his slut at all.  His reply
shocked me and let me know that I was in for a ride this week.  I only hoped that I would be able
to survive it all.

"My slut?  Well, I just might, you never know.  Come on in and sit nearby...if I get in the mood I
just might need some help...if ya know what I mean."

James had just become some coarse man that was matter-of-factly offering me to strangers.  I
should have been spitting mad...a few weeks ago I would have been.  I should have slapped him
and stomped off...a few days ago I would have.  I should have never allowed myself to be talked
into dressing as I was and coming here...a few hours ago I gave up that right forever.

Now I was standing near naked in front of an adult theater listening to James offer me up to other
men, and my cunt was flooding.  I was thinking about all that had happened when I suddenly
realized that James had asked or told me to do something.

"What?"

"Undo your blouse.  Unbutton it.  Give these fine gentlemen a look at what you'll be offering
inside."

"I can't do that out here.  I'll get arrested.  I..."

"You will do as you're told slut.  Undo your blouse.  Show them your tits."

His voice had taken a slightly harder tone.  I did as he asked.  Trembling fingers undid all the
buttons on my blouse and then my shaking hands spread that blouse wide open, baring my tits to
all those men.

One guy stepped in close and cupped one of my tits. 

"Wow...nice and firm.  Look at those nipples, they're all hard and begging for it.  She's begging
for it.  You've got yourself a great slut here Mr.  She's a keeper for sure. Great tits too...must be
D's if their anything at all."

They were C plus, but his words, his calling my breasts "tits' shook me to the core.  His touch,
rough and almost callous did something to me too.  The way he talked about me to James,
ignoring that I was a woman...someone he should be talking to also got to me in a way that had
never happened before.

His fingers roughly tweaked my nipples before he stepped back.  James had reached out and
taking my hand, pulled me to him.  Kissing me in front of all those dirty nasty men his hands
fondled my tits.  As we kissed I felt my dress going up in back.  I reached back to find James was
pulling it up.

I let him. 

Pretty soon my whole ass was exposed, as well as my tits.  I could hear whistles and cat calls as
James grabbed a handful of my ass cheek and pulled it sideways, exposing my throbbing asshole
to their sight.

"LOOK at that tight little asshole.  God...I want to fuck that one.  She's tight...real tight.  Shaved
cunt too."

"Yeah...Oh man...I'm going in to watch and join in on using this slut.  I gotta have that cunt
myself.  She looks wetter than hell right now.  I'd bet she'd do us all right out here if her slut
master told her to too."

I knew it.  I would have.  If James had told me to go to my knees and suck his cock, or any cock
for that matter, I would have.  I would.  I wanted to.  I wanted to be the best slut I could be for
James.  Deep inside I hoped that he would use me that way too.  If he did I only hoped that Matt
and I would be able to survive this.  My having become such a slut.

Don't get me wrong.  I love Matt with all my heart.  Here though, I had become what I had so
much held back from my world.  I had always wanted a man to take me and use me however he
wanted to.  I had always wanted to be a slut for some man, just like I was being for James. I had
held it to a very regulated fantasy world that hardly ever saw the light of day.

Matt and I had gotten in a rut.  Our marriage had gone so far to ruin now that I guess I felt I had
nothing to lose by doing what I was doing with James.  I still wanted to love and be loved by Matt
though.  I would still want to be his wife and the good little woman. I had a war deep within me
now.  

I also wanted to be the slut.  Slut Mary.  I wanted to be used by a man...any man...several
men...all men.  I wanted to please any man sexually, and in any way I could.  I wanted to be let
loose, set loose, to be with any man my slut master wanted me to be with.  

All these years, since high school, maybe even before then, I had desires that I had held in check. 
Suddenly, in one day this man James had set me loose and opened my mind up to what I had most
desired all my life.  I loved the attention I was getting.  I loved the knowledge that I would fuck
and suck anyone that James told me to.  I loved that I was free to do that right now too.  I only
hoped that I would not or had not lost Matt forever now though too.

I knew deep down that if it came to Matt or Mary the slut...Matt would win out.  I would give up
being slut Mary in an instant if Matt threatened to leave me or dump me because of my sluttiness
now.  If I could keep him after this that is.  
If he knew how I was feeling...like James seemed to know...would he love me the same then? 
Could he?  Could he ever accept that I needed this time to time?  Not all the time but once in a
while could he let slut Mary loose?  I could only hope that things would work out.  For now, for
this one week I was going to do whatever James asked of me though.  I had to do it.  I had to.

I felt hands on my ass cheeks that weren't James's.  Strange men feeling and touching me as I was 
held in James's strong arms.  I moaned softly, but not so softly that these men didn't all hear me.
Fingers prodded my asshole and slipped into my cunt.  I was dripping wet too.


"Oh yeah man...she's wanting it.  Listen to her moaning.  She wants what we've go to give her."

James drug me inside, several men were following.  Inside the darkened theater I could see a
woman and four men on screen.  They were all naked and the woman was taking three men at
once while the fourth man stood beside them, reaching in and playing with her tits.  

James led me down front, all the way to the first row of seats.  There was a space in front of them
of about eight feet and then a stage rose up about waist high.  That stage went from one side of
the room to the other, and the screen was about ten feet in back of that.

I could see the men that had followed us in were all sitting nearby now...many right beside us or
right behind me.  James started to work on my cunt now.  His hand was down there, fingers
slipping between my cunt lips, playing with me.  I was wet.  Real wet.

My blouse was still undone, and James reached up with his free hand and pulled it down off my
shoulders, removing it from my body when I worked my arms out of each sleeve.  Stopping his
playing with my cunt, the neatly folded my blouse up and laid it alongside of the arm of his seat.  

He then started to work my skirt down, but one of the men there whispered to him, begging for
him to leave it on me.  I guess he saw how sexy that would be, so he just pulled it up a bit.  I rose
up off my ass to allow him to do that, not even making him ask.

My cunt was fully exposed and now some men had moved down in front of us to squat down and
look at me in the flickering lights of the movie.  James took my right leg and pulled it up and over
the arm of my seat, then reaching across me he did the same with my left leg.

Here I was, totally topless, and no panties on, skirt pulled up around my waist, legs spread widely,
allowing strange men to stare at my body.  And I was getting hornier and wetter as time went on. 
James's next move stunned me.  He looked over at the man that had sat next to me, and nodded
at him.

Hands started to caress my leg, then my cunt.  The guy sitting next to me had his hands on my
body and he leaned over and started sucking on my hardened nipple of the tit closest to him. 
Hands came from behind me to grasp my other tit and a rough face rubbed my cheek, hot breath
on my lips...and some stranger was kissing me.  

I tilted my head back and accepted the tongue that was forced between my lips, and at that point I
lost any reservations that were lingering in my mind.  I became one huge nerve ending begging for
release.

At some point James had given up his seat to another man and taking my blouse he laid it on the
stage.  Three men were feeling and kissing my body while I was still kissing the man standing
behind me.  Suddenly I was picked up and moved.  Fear coursed through me for a second until I
saw James directing the move.

Laying me on the stage with my legs dangling over the edge, hands took them up and held me
spread wide apart.  Very wide apart.  Everyone could see my cunt throbbing and the wetness
dripping off out of me.

Several fingers were inside my cunt now, stretching me wide.  I couldn't count how many, but
there were at least four.  Hands were on my tits, on my legs, holding my arms, and head too.

Suddenly a cock was thrust at my lips.  I opened my mouth and took it in without a thought to
who it belonged to or anything.  The man was rough, taking my hair in his hand and pulling my
mouth over his shaft.  I choked for a moment as the head of his cock bumped against the back of
my throat.

Then, magically, his balls bounced off my chin.  I had all of this cock in me and down my throat.  I
wasn't gagging...well not too much and the longer he held me there like he was, the less I felt the
need to gag.  Then he was fucking my mouth.  Just like it was a cunt, he pounded his cock in and
out.  I kept my lips sealed as tight as I could during it all.  

The next thing I knew a cock was pressing into my cunt.  I moaned around the cock in my throat
and he suddenly shot off.  I choked again for a bit when his salty cum filled my mouth, but I
managed to keep it all in. As he pulled out he wiped my face with his cock and then slapped me
with it.  I loved that feeling of soft, firm flesh slapping my cheeks. I sucked him back in my mouth
and cleaned him off before he disappeared into the background and another cock was offered to
me.

The man fucking me was ramming fast and hard and I orgasmed as he shot off inside me.  He
pulled out and I could feel my cunt open and the cool air slipping around my cunt lips.  Another
cock was there before I could enjoy that feeling though and this cock was larger.  It was the
biggest cock I had ever felt.  At first I thought that someone was sticking their hand into me.

Looking down between my legs for a second I was shocked to see a large black man was sticking
his cock into me.  Just the sight of his coal black skin caused me to start to orgasm again.  He
made me cum twice before he was fully inside my cunt.  He didn't slam into me, because if he had
I'm sure the head of his cock would have hurt like hell slamming into my cervix.  He was
gentle...well, considering the situation, and his strokes in and out of my cunt were welcomed.

Here I was, a married lady, naked on an adult theater stage, getting cocks stuffed into my mouth
and cunt.  I was in a nirvana like state as cock after cock filled me and then let loose their loads
deep inside either my mouth or cunt.  Cunt...I was calling it my cunt.  God how I had changed so
much in such a short time.  Forgive me if calling my cunt upsets you...it's just what I have to call
it.

After about six men had used me James stepped in and made them step back.  He asked me how I
was doing.

"Hey Mary...are you okay?  Do you want to keep on going?"

"I'm fine.  I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow...but I'm loving this so far.  I won't get
arrested will I?  I mean, we are in a public place and all."

"Know that big black guy that fucked you?"

"Yeah?"

"He owns the joint.  He locked the doors and there are eight or ten guys in here.  You up for it?"

"Yes.  I do have to work tomorrow...please keep that in mind."

"Well, it's nine o'clock now...how about two more hours?"

"Two...maybe three.  I think I could handle three."

"Okay. Midnight it will be princess slut."

"I am aren't I?  A slut I mean."

"My slut.  Remember that Mary. You're my slut."

"Yes James.  I am your slut."

My newly shaven cunt was giving me a rush too.  It felt so different to have a cock in me and the
pubic hair of a man rubbing me there.  I felt more naked than I ever had, naked yet sexy and
wanton.  James had oiled my whole crotch area while talking to me, I guess for extra lube to
make up for the missing pubic hair.  Whatever the reason the oil and the nudeness of my crotch
were helping to drive me even farther into nirvana.

The men crowded in close again, only this time I was moved onto my knees farther onto the
stage.  One man slid underneath me and I was soon impaled on his rather large staff.  Another
cock, a big black one, was offered for me to suck and I took it in.  I felt someone rubbing some
cool slippery stuff on my ass then into my asshole. 


The fingers slid inside my asshole easily and pretty soon he had several fingers up my ass.  Taking
a short glance I saw James was getting ready to take my anal cherry.  That cock in my cunt was
driving in and out bringing me closer to an orgasm and as the head of James's cock rubbed my
asshole I came hard. 

Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm James slid his cock right up my ass.  He was holding still,
waiting until I could talk or let him know somehow that it was all right.  I nodded as I moaned,
feeling like a log had been shoved up there.  There wasn't all that much pain at least not as much
as I had been led to believe.  Maybe I was so loose from all the fingers before that I just didn't
know it though.

The man under me had cum at some point and he worked out from under us and another man
moved into his place.  This cock was huge too.   As he filled my cunt up James started to pump
my ass.  Somewhere in there I passed out.  I lost it completely and my orgasm just took me away. 
I"m not sure how long I was out, but when I came to, James was pulling out of my ass having
shot off deep inside me. 

I could feel his hot cum inside me as the cock in my cunt drove in and out.  I was full.  Very full
of cock, but not that full since when James moved to one side, another cock slid right in where he
had just vacated.  A third cock was offered to my mouth and I was off. 

My gangbang went on until just after midnight.  As I laid there allowing James and some other
man towel me off, I overheard the owner of the theater talking to James.

"Hey, you think your slut would like a private party this Thursday night?"

"Private party?"

"Yeah, me and some of the home' boys are having a poker party.  I'd bet they'd rather be poking
her than playing cards.  Might be some cash in it for you too, if you want."

"How many and for how long?"

"Six to eight.  About six hours.  It would be worth quite a bit to me.  They're kind of business
partners of mine.  It will help me to sell them on some ideas I got tonight.  Just tonight as a matter
of fact.  Your slut really opened up my mind here."

"Well...she's not really a whore..."

"Hell, I know that.  She liked all the fucking.  Most whores can act pretty good, but your slut isn't
acting...she was begging for it and cumming all the time.  She loves fucking and sucking."

"Yeah...she sure seems to anyway."

"Seems to?  Hell man, she was begging...literally begging for cock for a while.  She loves it."

"Well, I'll talk to her and see what she thinks."

"You need to tell her.  Let her know who's boss."

"Not how we worked it out.  I could probably do that and she probably would do what I insisted
on...but this isn't totally what you may think it is.  She is in town on business here.  This slut stuff
is just a side...thing. Matter of fact, tonight is the first time ever she's done something like this at
all."

"Yeah...right.  This bitch is a full fledged slut.  She may be working...but she is still all slut."

"I'll let you know."

"Cool man.  Need a ride?  The least I can do for you guys.  After all...she sucks a mean cock and
she took all my cock in her ass too.  No woman, slut or not has ever taken all my cock up their
butt."

"Sure.  That would be great."

We got back to the hotel room and James gave me a very loving and gentle bath before laying me
on my bed.

"I'll check in on you in the morning.  Make sure you're up and ready to go to work."

"Thank you James.  I...I..."

"I know.  Thank you Mary.  You have opened my dreams up and given me a wonderful gift
today.  You are the slut I've always wanted to have.  Thank you.  I hope that you'll still want to
be my slut tomorrow and for the rest of the week too."

"Oh yes.  I really want to do that party too by the way.  Don't even hesitate on that.  Six to eight
black men...that is a fantasy of mine.  Matt doesn't even know about that one.  You do though."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements then. Good night...slut."

"You could spend the night with me James."

"No.  Tonight you need too be with yourself and think of all the wonderful things you
experienced today.  This is your time."

"Good night...slut master James."

"Good night my little slut Mary."

True to his word, James made sure I was up in time to get dressed and make it to my
appointments.  I was tired but managed to get through the day.  My client noticed that I seemed
different somehow, and even though I was dressed in my usual work clothes she could tell
something was up.

"You look different today Donna.  What did you do with yourself anyway?  I can't quite tell what
it is, but you look great. You have a kind of glow about you."

"I had a special massage last night.  They took hours to do it too.  It was wonderful.  Really
relaxed me."

"I should check into that.  I could use a great massage like that."

"They only do special clients.  I was lucky...a certain gentleman I met hooked me up with it."

"Damn...you gotta hook me up with that gentleman.  I'd die for a massage like that.  You look
just...well...marvelous."

I was thinking that if she knew what kind of massage I had she'd be shocked and appalled.  I just
smiled and let her rave on about my look.  I did feel different too.  I still had a little guilt over how
wild it had gotten last night though.  My ass and cunt still tingled too.  I was a little sore, but not
near as much as I thought I would be.

I was also thinking that it would be a cold day in hell before I'd allow any woman to be with
James while I was around.  I found myself being very possessive of him all of the sudden.  After a
little bit of thinking I realized that I was being very selfish though.  After all, he had shared me
freely...very freely last night.  Could I do the same for him?

My meetings went well, and since I was so relaxed I think I actually sold more than I had planned
on.  I figured that if having the slut in me come out like yesterday did so much for my sales I'd
have to make it a regular part of my business trips from now on. If James were with me that is.


That afternoon I called Matt in his hotel room and we talked.  He was curious why I hadn't called
last night so I just told him I had fallen asleep.  He accepted that and we had a nice loving talk. 
When he went to hang up I asked him if he had ever been with another woman since we'd been
married.

"Uh...no.  Why that question and why right now?"

"I just need to know Matt.  You've never been with another woman since we've been married
then?"

"Nope.  You are the only woman I've ever wanted to be with Donna.  What's wrong?  Is there
something you want or need to tell me?"

"Oh no.  I just was thinking that we haven't been...together for a long time...that you must
get...well..horny.  I just wondered if you had slipped before.  That's all."

He was quiet for a moment, then he opened up.

"Donna, are you feeling tempted to step out on me? I know that we've been having issues and all,
but I could never accept you sneaking around behind my back fucking some guy."

"Well...no...not exactly...it's just that..."

"Look, I love you, and only you Donna.  When we get home we need to take some time off and
just be together, the two of us.  I think we have a lot to talk about.  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Matt.  You're right, after this trip we both need a long heart to heart talk.  Are you okay
with everything Matt?  I mean...are we okay?"

"I hope so Donna.  I really do.  I love you and yes...I'm okay too.  With everything.  I've just
missed you a lot over the last year.  I think it's time we discussed a change in our marriage too. 
We need to do something before we lose it."

I was afraid for a moment that he knew...how I had been, how I had felt last night.  Could he take
it?  Could he still love me after the way I acted and the things I did last night?  Would he still want
me after our talk?  I could only hope so.

That night James took me out to a few bars and his choice of dress for me was even more
revealing than the night before.  He had me in a long dress, but it buttoned all the way up from the
hem to the shoulder.  I wore nothing else but garter and stockings underneath it too.

As we danced he'd undo a button here or there, and after about three bars and lots of dances, I
was showing most of my skin.  Then he let other men dance with me.  I think he may have been
arranging those dances too somehow.

Each man took some liberties with me, and I had hands in my dress on my ass, caressing my tits,
and every once in a while a brave soul would slip a finger into my pussy.  I was dripping wet by
the time James decided we needed to go to a room.  He took me to his room this time, and once
inside he made a house service call for wine and cheese.  I heard him talking about something else,
but missed what he told them.

As we were making out, I heard a knock on the door and James got up to get it.  Opening the
door two big black men came in and the room service person followed in behind them.  The room
service guy was shocked at seeing me.  James had undone the rest of my buttons and my dress
was on the floor.  I was spread wide laying on the bed, naked.  

The poor kid could only stutter as he tried to open the bottle of wine. He kept looking over at my
clean shaven cunt, and tits.  James took the wine from him, and turning to me he stunned me with
his next direction.

"I think this young man could use a great tip, don't you Mary?  What kind of tip could a great slut
like you give to this nice young man?"

The other two men had just stood there quietly until James said that, then they started to laugh.

"I'll bet she can think of lots of things to give as a tip to this kid."

"Yeah...if he gets any harder he'll split his pants wide open."

It was true.  This kid had quite a package down there, and it was very hard.  I licked my lips and
smiled at him as I moved in closer to his shaking body.  Sliding up to the edge of the bed I sat up,
my tits bouncing around in front of him.

"Can I give you a good tip?  Or would you rather have a great tip?"

His look was precious.  He didn't know whether to run or strip.  I took that choice away from
him a second later.  Reaching out I began to undo the buttons on his shirt, then I went straight to
his pants.  As his pants hit the floor, my hands were full of one large white cock.

He wore no underwear and I was slightly surprised when his cock popped out like it did.
Taking him into my mouth I sucked him deep as I could.    I then slowly pulled away, keeping my
lips tightly sealed around his large shaft.  Breaking away I asked him again...

"Now...what will it be...A good tip or a great tip?"

"Uh...wh...wh...what's the good tip?"

"This."

I took his cock back into my mouth and started to suck.  I worked in more of him and almost had
three quarters down my throat before I pulled off.

"Wow...if that's the good tip...what's the great tip?"

I just pulled him up between my legs, spreading them as he moved in with me...and placing his
cock head on the lips of my cunt I smiled at him.

"Great...is you shoving this huge hot and hard cock all the way up my cunt.  Great would be you
fucking me senseless.  Great would be me sucking you off after you shot into my hot and wet
cunt.  So...what will it be?"

He didn't answer, he just shoved in.  I laid back, pulling him on top of me and he started to fuck
my cunt hard and fast.  As he did that, the two black guys each took one of my legs in their hands
and spread me wider and wider.  James was taking pictures as this white kid with a huge cock
fucked me and two large black men held me wide open for him to do that.

I didn't think anything about the pictures.  I just let them do whatever they wanted.  That kid
fucked me for a long time before he shot off...and once he came I pulled away and sucked his
cock deeply into my mouth.  I licked and sucked him all clean.  He never went soft either, and as I
sucked he started to moan.

Moving him up onto the bed I straddled him, laying over him, my head between his legs, and kept
on sucking on his progidous shaft. I was on my knees and I felt the bed sag down as someone
climbed up behind me.  

I looked back to see one of the black men getting ready to plug my dripping cunt with his cock.  I
shuddered in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed full of cock.  I went back to
sucking on my room service man as a large cock plunged into my open and receptive cunt.

The kid surprised me when his tongue touched my clit.  Here was a large black man fucking my
cunt and this white kid was licking and trying to suck my cunt as I sucked his cock.  Nobody had
ever done or even talked about doing something like that with me.

The thrust from that large black cock drove me fully down on that kids cock, and the resulting
deep throat set him off.  I swallowed and swallowed, not being able to keep up with his large
load, and some of it ran down my lips and chin.  I could feel the kids lips around my clit sucking
on me. I came hard at that point.

As I got back my senses from my orgasm, the kid was starting to move around. When I sat up a
bit he moved out from under me and then the other black man slipped in under me.  I grabbed his
cock and started sucking while James got rid of the young man.  

The two black men fucked me for a couple of hours before they finally got their fill.  They took
me together and singly.  They also used my asshole and cunt how ever they wished. As they left I
saw them give James something.  When the door closed he turned to me and smiled showing me
some crisp bills all rolled up in a tight wad.

"Five hundred bucks.  Those guys were clients of mine and you just sold a rather nice contract for
me.  Thank you.  Where do you want me to put this cash?"

I was shocked.  James had just officially made me a whore.  He saw the look I must have had on
my face and he moved in close to me. I was about in tears.  James was starting to act a bit guilty.

"Hey...they offered me the cash after the fact.  I guess they figured that I had paid
you...to...well...look, I can't give this back to them now...it doesn't change you or who you are. 
Look at it as a gift for pleasing two rather large men with sexual pleasures they can't get at
home."

"I know...it just hit me suddenly.  I'm acting so out of character for how I have been all my life.  I
hope that Matt will accept me after all this.  I've changed...too much maybe."

"Look Mary...Matt will love the new you.  Just make sure you love him up a lot.  He'll love you. 
Trust me.  This will have made things better than they were."

"I hope you're right James.  I truly do."

The rest of that evening was spent with James being almost subservient to me.  It was weird in
some ways.  After all, he was my slut master, yet he made sure I was pleased fully that night.  He
gave of himself in ways that were almost loving of me instead of treating me like the slut I had
become.

He gave me a full body massage that was very well done.  Using oil and just right pressure, he
kneaded my body into submission.  Then he caressed me, kissing here and there, finally eating me
out to a delicious orgasm.  Later on he shaved my cunt again too.  Using lots of oil and taking
tender care, he got me smoother than silk down there.

He went to his room afterwards and I actually was in bed and asleep by ten-thirty.  The next day
my client was all eyes with me again.  She raved about my look and my relaxed state, and I could
only tell her that I had gotten one more special massage.  She was working on getting who and
what out of me, but I was able to keep her at bay.  If she had any idea at all she'd have probably
dumped me and my company in an instant. Or worse, she'd steal away James from me.

After a rather nice day with my client, I found myself in James arms in the late afternoon.  His
plan was simple.  We went to my suite and after undressing, we took a nice long bath in the
jacuzzi.  That turned out being a whole different trip.

He had me sit on his lap, and as the jets of water pulsed around us, his cock got hard.  I was
squirming around, loving the feel of that hard shaft between my ass cheeks.  He moved around a
bit and suddenly slid right into my cunt.  I rode him, facing away, as his hands played with my tits
and bald cunt.

I had several orgasms while he held off.  Once we got out of the tub, he toweled me off, applied
some oil to me, and then we got into my bed.  I was on my hands and knees as he got up on the
bed.  My mouth went around his cock, my lips locking tightly to him.  I sucked him hard, taking
all of his hard shaft in.

His hands were on my head, my hair wrapped up in them.  I was being a wanton slut.  I moved
faster and faster, taking full long strokes in and out.  His cock would bump my throat at times,
causing me to feel even more wicked.

Pulling away from his shaft I began to lick his balls, then behind them.  My tongue slipped across
his ‘taint' and soon was circling his asshole.  I felt him shudder as my tongue tried to force it's
way into his hole.  On my third attempt I succeeded and wormed my tongue in deep. 

I kept up my anal and cock stimulation until he could take no more.  Pulling away he moved
behind me and began to run the head of his cock from my asshole to my cunt.  I reached back and
taking my ass cheeks in both hands, spread them wide as I could.  

"Will you fuck my ass please?  I found that I really like it.  I want you there.  Please?"

"Oh baby...you know it.  I loved fucking your ass too.  It was so tight and hot...and so good."

I felt oil dripping on my ass then his fingers pushing inside me.  Pretty soon his cock, all slippery
and oiled up followed.  He got it fully inside me and held still, just like that night, waiting for me
to get used to his size back there.

I began to rock back and forth when I felt the muscles relax and once again, I was getting my ass
fucked.  He fucked me harder and faster as we went along and by the end I was begging for more. 
He finished up by pulling out and taking his cock in one hand, jacking himself off.  I spun around
and let him blast his cum all over my face and tits. 

As he fell back I followed and took his cock into my mouth, cleaning him off.  I hadn't been dirty
back there since I had taken an enema earlier, and even though a few short days ago the act of my
doing what I was doing with a cock, let alone one that had just been in my ass would have turned
me off and made me ill, for some reason now it was the perfect thing to do to show my
submissiveness to my slut master.

Later we got dressed and James took me out for dinner.  As we ate he would pull on my dress
this way or that causing me to expose some part of my body for the entertainment of who ever
happened to walk by or see me there.  I didn't mind at all.  Matter of fact I started to sit in ways
that were sure to show off my bald bare cunt and my tits.

We ended up in the lounge in the hotel, having a drink when that room service guy came in.  He
was out of uniform and in blue jeans and a T shirt.  Seeing us he came over and offered to buy us
both a drink.  James surprised me by telling him to meet us in our room in a few minutes with a
bucket of ice.

In our room James had left me dressed in my short skirt and tube top.  Nothing else.  The knock
at the door was loud and James told me to go ahead and answer it.  Opening the door without
looking out the peephole I found myself facing the young man and another young man as well.

"Uh...would it be all right if Tom joined us?  I know I should have asked...but I just met up with
him when I was getting the ice."

James had stepped up behind me and his voice shook me hard.

"By all means, come on in.  Do you have any other friends you'd like to bring in?"

"Uh...not really.  Your...um...she's so beautiful and all, I hate to share her, I really do."

"My slut?  Yes, she is quite beautiful isn't she?  Beautiful and sexy, and needing hard cock.  Do
you two have hard cocks for her?"

Tom was evidently more the man of the world because instead of telling, he showed.  Unzipping
his pants he exposed a nice circumcised cock.  One that I could see me getting my lips around. 
Both sets of lips.  I found myself being directed by James to reach out and guide our new friends
in.

Tom had a grip on my ass as my hand closed around his cock, and leading them in, that grip
became fondling.  His fingers slipped into my pussy from behind, causing me to moan in
anticipation.

"Mary, why don't you do a little dance for us while we get all ready?"

Turning on some music with a fast beat, he stepped back and put the ice bucket on a dresser.  I
started to dance as sexily as I could and pretty soon I was stripping off my few clothes.  Tom and
who I soon found out to be Andy, got naked and their hard cocks were making my cunt throb.

As I finished my dance James guided me to sit on Andy's lap, his hard cock slipping right into my
cunt.  Then Tom got behind me and pretty soon I was sandwiched between them, Andy pumping
my cunt and Tom ramming my asshole.  I came twice while they fucked me.  

Afterwards I sucked them hard again and they switched.  I wasn't sure about taking Andy's large
cock in my ass, but James applied more oil and allowed it all to happen.  Tom loved to bite my
nipples as they fucked me and I found that stimulation to be an added bonus.  

After that fuck, they were both used up for a bit, and James seemed to want me for himself, so
taking a hint, they both thanked us and got dressed and left.  Andy thanked me profusely, finally
telling me at the door as I saw them out that I had been his first.

"Thank you Mary.  You...you were my first."

"First slut?"

"No...first ever."

"I took your virginity Oh My God!"

"Yes.  I want to thank you.  I'll remember you for the rest of my life, that's for sure.  You're so
beautiful and so kind to me.  Twice now."

Kissing me softly on my lips he turned and left.  I was stunned.  I had no idea that I had been his
first ever woman.  I was happy and shocked at the same time.  He had been a good fuck for a first
timer.  Of course, there had been those other men there that very first time, probably helping me
to not see how new at fucking he really was.

Once again James bathed me then we made love.  Yes, made love.  I had fallen for him.  I loved
him, unlike the love I had for Matt though.  My love for James was mostly for how he had
brought me out of my shell and made me a new woman.  I also had feelings for him because of the
way he went out of his way to take care of me afterwards.

I was troubled with my new found love though.  I thought about it several ways for most of the
night and in the early morning hours I finally accepted that I could love more than one man in
‘that' way.  I knew that I would have to be very careful from now on though since I wanted to
love only Matt and James in this way ever.

The next day I once more had to put up with my client working on finding out my secret.  I let
slip that I had a certain man that gave me special time...and it helped me to relax.  She tried to
find out who this special man was, but I was tight lipped.  I didn't want to share James with
anyone else.  Even though he was sharing me with whomever.  I was selfish I know, but I was
greedy too.


That night was the party night.  James had me dress in the cut offs and a halter top.  No
underwear at all.  Arriving at the address we found a nice house in a nice neighborhood. 
Knocking on the door a black woman opened it up.  Smiling at me she held out her hands and
pulled me in.  James followed, holding a large bag.  

"June told me that he found some new entertainment for the poker night...he never told me that
she would be so beautiful.  I'm June's wife...Carlotta.  You must be Mary.  Slut Mary."

I blushed when she called me that to my face.  She laughed and hugged me close.

"Don't be embarrassed.  Hey...my old man owns an adult theater for Christ's sakes.  I'm pretty
open.  Besides, I want to see you in action.  June was telling me that you really love to fuck.  You
ever done another woman?"

"Uh...no.  To be honest, I've never done another man other than my husband until last Monday
night.  This all has happened so fast...I..."

"You're doing this of your own free will...right?"

The look she gave James spoke volumes.  

"No...I mean...I never knew I had it in me...James brought it all out...I mean...I allowed him to...I
mean...yes...I freely have liked doing this."

"Oh good.  Had me worried for a moment there.  So...you're married?"

"Yeah."

"James...is he your husband?"

"Matt.  Matt is my husband."

"Oh.  Does Matt know that you are...um...being so free?"

"I don't know.  I'm not sure.  He may suspect...I don't know."

"How do you think Matt will take learning that you've become a true slut?"

"I don't know.  I hope he takes it well.  I truly do."

"What if he can't accept the new slutty you?"

"Then slut Mary goes away.  I will not lose my husband if I can at all help it."

"Then we better hope and pray that Matt loves the new you."

"I don't understand...how can you...hug me...smile at me...accept me into your home when you
have to know that...your husband...that..."

"That you fucked June?  Oh baby...He was so happy to tell me all about you.  He had always
wanted to witness a slut being made.  You made his whole year.  To hear him tell it you loved
every second of it too."

"I...I did.  I'm so wound up right now I could just fall apart though.  How can you be so...nice to
me after I fucked your husband?"

"It's like I told you dear.  My husband owns a theater that shows fucking and sucking and other
things going on.  We're open to new and different things.  I love to see him putting his meat in
white girls.  He told me you took all of him up your ass too. Not even I can do that.  I have to see
you in action girl."

She leaned in and kissed me on my cheek.  Then she moved her lips to mine.  I felt a tremor go
through her as our lips connected.  Suddenly I wanted to do more with her than just kiss.  Where
this came from I didn't know...but I really wanted to be with another woman now too.  James had
changed me forever in ways I was still finding out about.

Our kiss was getting hotter and hotter when June walked in and broke us up. I reluctantly let
Carlotta's tongue slip from my mouth.

"Hey there woman...save that for later.  You two will get your chance later.  Maybe you can clean
each other up after a few of the boys have shot all over you."

She pulled back from me smiling.

"I think that we're going to have one hell of a time tonight Mary.  Come on slut...lets go party."

I never saw a single card that night.  Only seven large black cocks and one huge black cock, and
one white cock.  I also got my first taste of a wonderful black cunt too.  Those guys fucked us
and fucked us.  

James even fucked Carlotta too. I was a bit jealous to see him stick his cock in her, but who was I
to argue?  After all, at that time I had three cocks in me.  Three large black cocks.  I will say that
James seemed a bit guilty afterwards.  We talked about it on our way to the hotel that night too.

"You fucked Carlotta."

"Yes.  I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.  She looked so...hot.  All sweaty and naked...and..."

"Black?"

"Yeah...that too.  There is just something about the skin color difference."

"Yes...there is.  Why are you so guilty about it though?"

"Well...I mean...I've been with you and then suddenly I threw her into the mix...didn't seem right
for some reason. It's not like I planned it, and it just happened, but still, I feel that I should
be...faithful to you.  Stupid isn't it?  I mean, both of us acting like we are and I feel a need to be
faithful to my slut?"

"You've got me fucking half the country...and you fuck one black gal and it didn't seem right
suddenly?  That's weird.  I will say for some reason I was jealous for a minute though. I'd rather
you didn't fuck any other woman.  I know it sounds hypocritical and all, but I can't help myself.  I
saw you with her and I was jealous."

"Well, we didn't talk about it beforehand.  I think I know what you mean though and it won't
happen again, unless you want me to.  I guess that I forgot that our situation is a bit different
than...I mean...both of us being married and all..."

His voice drifted silent as reality hit us both.  What were we doing?  We were fucking around on
our spouses...enjoying it too.  Where would this all end up?  How had this all come about? 
Where had the slut in me been all this time and how had James released it in me as he had? Better
yet, why had I been so jealous after his having given so much to me as he had?  I didn't after all,
own him.

We were quiet all the rest of the way back to the room.  James spent the night with me, holding
me in spoon position.  In the morning his hard cock poking me caused me to accept him inside my
cunt without a thought of who or what. 

We fucked...actually I think we were making love.  It was way different than the other sex that
we'd been having all week.  Maybe it was because today I went home to Matt, and we may never
see this part of ourselves again.  Whatever the reason it was a long sweet and loving fuck.  We
made love.

As we made love he seemed ready to start to talk, but I didn't want to hear what he was going to
say.  I knew what it would be and I couldn't bear the thought of hearing him tell me goodbye
forever.  I hugged him to me the best I could and kept my lips on his.  

Then when we finished up, I sucked him hard, and taking the time I had left, kept on sucking him
until he filled my mouth with his cum.   We showered up and James left, telling me that he'd
enjoyed meeting me and being with me.  He also thanked me for being his slut like I had.  I
thanked him for allowing me to be his slut and for giving me so many great memories.  

"Thank you Mary."

"For what James?"

"For being my slut.  You've been the perfect dream slut for me and I will always remember this
time and hold it in my heart."

"Well, I will never forget this time either James.  You brought me into a whole new world, one
that I had hid from for far too long.  We will see each other again though, won't we?"

"I...I don't know.  I would love to, but there are so many things between us, things that could
cause issues we couldn't handle.  I'm not sure if we should ever meet again.  I would love to, yet
I am afraid."

"Well, you changed me fundamentally you know.  My husband Matt will have to deal with the
new me now.  I hope you know that I feel it has been a change for the best though, and I would
love to meet up with you again sometime, somewhere."


I caught a glimpse of him at the airport before I boarded my flight and then I was home. Home to
an uncertain future and marriage.

I stopped by work on my way home from the airport.  There I completed my contracts and some
other paperwork.  I had to go through my purse at one point and came across that tight roll of
cash, my first ‘tip' for services provided.  It brought a rush to me that hit me sudden and deeply. 

Then it hit me harder yet, and that was a chilling thought. What had I done?  When I saw Matt
next I would be a cheating spouse.  I would have been with other men...not ‘a man' but other
men.  How would we deal with that.  I was going to tell him, I had no choice.  I had to let him
know what I was thinking.

I had high hopes that Matt would be home when I got there, but that was not to be.   His flight
was supposed to have gotten in this morning before mine, and his not being here caused me to
wonder what was going on in his mind? I sat at home for three hours, and just when I was about
to give up that Matt would make it home tonight, he walked in.

He had been drinking, and the cab driver had to help him inside.  As he stood there he smiled at
me then told the cab driver that I'd give him the tip.  He kind of leered when he said that and I
was unsure what was going on with him.  I knew what kind of tip James would have had me
giving that cab driver, and I wanted to do that too...deep inside, but this was not the time nor the
place.

"Hey there buddy.  Thish ish my wife.  She'll give you a good tip...or a great tip...hah hah hah. 
Great tip...get it?  Hah hah hah."

"Yeah right.  Look lady, he was like this when I picked him up.  I'm sorry that I brought him to
you in this condition, but it's what I do, ya know?"

"I know. Thank you anyway.  What do I owe you?"

"He paid the fare already.  Whatever you think is fair for a tip would be up to you."

I handed the driver a twenty and got him out of there.  I assisted Matt into the living room where
he collapsed on the couch.  When I looked into his eyes I saw the look of a haunted man. 
Something was wrong with him and he was having a hard time dealing with whatever it was.

"Matt...why are you drunk?  Why?"

"It was just supposed to be one little drink dear...then the next thing I knew I had a few more than
one little drink. Guess I had a lot on my mind.  You, me, us...all of it."

"Obviously.  We need to talk, but it can wait until tomorrow.  I can't imagine talking to you in
your condition now."

"Yes dear."

He laid down on the couch and was passed out cold in seconds.  I got a bowl and some towels
just in case he got sick during the night then I showered and went to bed myself.  I was troubled
with the condition Matt had shown up in.  Why had he felt the need to get so drunk today of all
days?  Was there something more serious going on with him?

I overslept the next day, usually I was up and about by seven on Saturdays, but today I slept in
until nine.  When I got up to shower I discovered that Matt must have showered already since the
shower was still dripping with water.  Not too much before me anyway. At least he had left me
lots of hot water.

After stepping out of the shower I dressed in sweats and walked out to the kitchen.  Matt was
making breakfast, and considering how he must have felt after last night I was surprised.  There
was an envelope where I usually sit, a large brown one.  As I sat down I looked at him
questioningly. 

"We need to talk about those pictures Donna."

"Pictures?"

Suddenly I had a hard kernel of fear inside.  Why would Matt bring up some pictures now...unless
they were pictures of what I had been doing this week while not working?   How had he got them
so fast anyway?  I didn't know what to think, so I sat there waiting for the rest of the story to
come out.

"Yeah.  Those pictures have changed our lives together.  We need to talk and then we need to
decide what it is you expect and what it is I expect from our marriage.  We should have had this
talk long ago Donna.  Long, long ago."

He sat my plate of bacon and eggs down and as I started to pick at it, he fixed his own plate. 
Sitting in his place he just looked at me.  He looked scared, angry, hopeful and something else,
something I just couldn't quite place.  I was getting more nervous the longer he just sat there
without speaking.

Picking at his food he ate slowly.  I'm sure he had no appetite due to his drinking the night before.
I had no appetite due to that envelope and what it contained.

His voice cut through the silence.

"So.  Are you going to be Donna for me or are you going to be Slut Mary?"

I was stunned.  I didn't know what to expect now at all.  Calling me slut Mary in my home
seemed so dirty and nasty I just melted.  Tears started to fall down my cheeks as I looked at my
husband.  He gestured to the envelope.

"Might as well take a look."

I opened it up to find pictures of me.  With men.  Many men.  From the theater to the party. 
James had gotten lots of pictures I didn't know about even.  I looked happy and even needful of
all those men.  I looked to be in my element.  I looked like the slut I was.

Crying, unsure of where Matt was headed now, I could only say one thing.

"I love you Matt.  No matter what I love you."

"I know you do Donna...Mary...I know you do."

"What is it you want Matt?  Is this why you were so drunk last night?  Was it the pictures?"

"Not really the pictures, more of how you looked in them than anything.  You really loved what
you were doing.  You really like fucking all those men. I could see the look you have in them and
it shocked me to my core."

"I could lie and say that I was drunk or that it isn't how I really am...but I can't do that to you.  I
found...deep inside of myself, a desire.  Many desires.  James brought them out in me, and God
help me, I'd do it at the drop of a hat for James again too."

"James did all that?  He got you that way?"

"Not really.  He brought it out in me, and perhaps if James hadn't come along, someone else
would have.  I am so happy that it was James that did it though.  James set me free Matt."

"So...say James showed up on our doorstep right now...would you do whatever he wanted? 
Regardless of being home or not?"

"Yes.  I would.  If James showed up where I work I'd do whatever he wanted.  If he showed up
here I would follow his demands. I can't explain it Matt...Matthew...I love you.  I really do. 
James...it's different but I love him too.  He makes me do things, things that I think I've held
buried for a long time.  I want to please James.  I don't want to lose you in the process though.  I
told her...Carlotta, that if Matt couldn't handle my slutty ways, I'd give them up...forever if
necessary.  I love you Matt, and I won't lose you because I'm such a slut.  I will not be a slut if
you can't accept it."

" It appears that I've lost you to James then. I'd be holding you back then.  I have never looked at
a picture of you where you looked so happy or so fulfilled as those right there.  Where do we go
from here?"

"That is up to you Matt.  Matthew.  Matthew James Jones.  I love you with all my heart.  If you
want to let James rule our marriage, then so be it.  If you hate James then put him away and be
Matt...I will accept whatever you want Matthew.  Only because I love you did I allow James to
put me where he did. I discovered things about myself I didn't know about me in the process. 
James brought out the slut inside me.  He opened the bottle.  Only you Matthew...you...can stop
the bottle up.  Only you Matt."

"So...if I let James have his way...permanently...you'd be okay with that?"

"As long as you love me Matt.  As long as James and you love me, I'll do whatever you want."

"I pushed you rather hard that first night didn't I?"

"Yes.  I allowed it too.  Remember that...I let you push me.  When you told me your name was
James I knew you were trying to tell me something.  That's why I told you my name was Mary."

"I know.  At first I just wanted to try to pretend like I was picking you up...then...I don't
know...something deep inside me cut loose.  I was afraid that in the light of the day today I'd find
that you hated me for putting you in the situations I did Donna...I was afraid."

"You shouldn't have been.  You were there, watching me, taking care of me, holding my hand
when I was nervous.  You pushed me, yes...but I wanted it too.  What does this mean for our
marriage though?  Have we opened up a large can of worms now?"

"I don't know Donna.  I do know that I love you more than ever.  Even after watching you with
those men...matter of fact, because you were with those men so free and willing.  I should
probably be ashamed for doing those things to you. I could have lost you at any time, forever.  I
would have had only myself to blame for it too.  When those two guys gave me that money
afterwards...the look you had...I was afraid that I had gone too far."

"It caught me off guard...that was all.  Look Matt...James brought out things deep inside me that I
didn't know still existed.  James made me realize that what we have is so special that I can't live
without you.  If you feel that being James as you did will become a problem, then don't act like
him again.  If you can forgive me for how I acted for James, then we will remember this week and
I will never act like slut Mary again.  However...if you think that James has a place in our
marriage...or if you think that James should always rule the roost...then bring him out and keep
him.  I'll do whatever I can to please you...only you Matt.  It doesn't matter if you are James or if
you are Matt...I loved being the slut for James...but I can be the gentle sweet loving wife that I
always have been for you Matt...I can do both...I could be a slut for Matt as well.  Whatever you
decide."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you let me direct you like that?  Into doing those things?  You never once argued with
me.  Matter of fact you acted like I was a different person entirely. We'd never even so much as
hinted at anything like this in the past."

"Well, you called yourself James first...that may be your middle name, but I never call you that. 
When you told me your name was James, with that hesitation...I figured you wanted to play a
game.  You wanted to pretend to be a stranger that just met me. Matt...I love you.  Our marriage
was headed to a bad place.  Matter of fact I figured that you were ready to leave me.  Our sex life
was in the pits...we hardly saw each other anymore...we were drifting apart."

"Yeah.  That's true. That's why I said what I did at the airport.."

"Well, when you started to push...I had a moment when I thought I couldn't do it...then I realized
that if I didn't I could lose you.  It was more than the clothes, it was the idea behind those clothes.
I couldn't live without you Matt.  Even though we had drifted apart...I still wanted to be with
you...to love you...to be your loving wife.  Then, you changed everything...the theater...the
clothes...my God...you spent eight hundred dollars on clothes for me that I can't wear around my
family when we visit.  I knew then that you were going to push both of our limits...so I went
along.  How it ends up now...that scares me.  I love you and I don't want to lose you I also don't
want you to lose respect for me either.  After all, most wives wouldn't be caught dead in the
outfits you made me wear...most wives wouldn't have done the things that I did either. I truly
became a slut for you.  I really did."

"You still love me?"

"Oh yes Matthew James...I really do."

I ran to him and hugged him.  My chair teetered for a moment before crashing onto its back on
the floor.  His strong arms around me, he pulled me close and sat me on his lap.  Kissing, we just
held each other.  Breaking apart, he looked into my eyes...a smile played across his handsome
face.

"You are overdressed...slut."

I went wet.  I mean...I flooded my cunt completely on those four words spoken in ‘that' voice.

"What should I wear then...James?"

"I want you to wear that short red skirt...the white top...no bra...no panties...the red stockings and
garter belt...the short white socks, and those spike heels we got at Fredericks of Hollywood."

As he spoke I felt his cock hardening.  I was rocking back and forth on it as he described each
thing he wanted me to wear.

"Oooohhhhh...you want slut Mary back then do you?"

"No...I want slut Donna.  I will be Matt, you will be Donna...and this will be our life...at least for
a little while."

"Can slut Donna break in her new slutty self  by sucking your large hard cock then Matt?"

"Only if slut Donna can swallow a rather huge load of cum."

"Slut Donna will be more than happy for the appetizer Matt."

"One thing Slut...you will only be my slut...correct?"

"Oh yes my husband.  I will only ever be your slut."

"I will reward you time to time with other men...and women for that matter...but mostly I want
you to myself."

"What you want I want Matt.  I love you."

" I love you too Donna.  With all my heart."

"Well, right now I want all your ‘hard'."

"You got it slut."

"Tell me one thing Matt.  Will you let James come out and play while we are at home in our
hometown too? Where we grew up?"

"I think that could be arranged.  Maybe.  James will have to be very discreet of course...we both
have family that would have a cow if they saw James and Mary acting as they can."

"Yes...but Mary may need to come out quite a bit for a while.  She's been hidden away for a long
time."

"I figured that.  James will come out time to time then.  Hopefully Mary will play well every time
too."

"Then when Mary has had enough?"

"James goes away and Matt takes care of Donna."

I slid down and undid Matt's pants.  Taking his cock, fully hard and so hot in my hands, I started
to suck.  Licking and sucking until he shot his first load all over my face.  I then used his cock to
wipe my face clean, sucking all that cum off each time it scrapped up enough to lick off.

Matt was fingering my cunt as I cleaned him up.  Pulling on my ass he sat me in his lap, pushing
my sweatshirt up over my tits and started to lick and bite my nipples.  I pulled my sweatshirt off
over my head.  He sucked and licked to his hearts content.  I felt his cock swelling under my ass
and rising up I let him pull my sweat pants down to puddle on the floor. 

Picking me up he carried me into our bedroom and laid me on our bed.  Crawling up between my
spread legs he licked and sucked his way right to my cunt.  As his lips touched my cunt lips I
came.  When his tongue entered me down there I came again...and he ate me to several more
wonderful climax's after that too.  

Later as his cock rammed in and out of my cunt he started to talk to me.

"So slut...Mary.  I have some clients coming in next week.  They are looking to hook up with a
hot chick.  Said something about wanting to fuck her ass off.  You think you will be up to being
my slut next Thursday?"

"For you?  Any day...James."

"These clients...two large black guys...that going to be a problem?"

"No."

"I'll be there too.  I may join in this time...that going to be a problem either?"

"The more the merrier."

"What if they want to double team you?"

"Hey...they already did...didn't they?  Should be no problem."

"So...you'll fuck two black men at once...and then let me fuck you too?"

"I'll expect you to be right in there fucking or having me suck you off while they are fucking me
too...dear."

"What if I have some clients from Mexico or...Asia some time?"

"White, black, yellow, red...it doesn't matter dear.  I'll fuck who ever...where ever, and how ever
you want me to fuck, suck or just act."

"God, you're such a slut."

"Yeah?  Well, I'm your slut...don't you forget that dear."

"How could I forget something like that?"

Ramming into my cunt he began to shoot off.  His hot cum flooding my cunt caused me to have
the biggest orgasm yet.  Afterward we laid there soaking up each others love.  Yes...our marriage
had definitely changed now.  Hopefully for the better.  At least we were working in a direction we
both could work and live with so far.  As I said before too...if Matt ever decides that he wants me
to be the good wife...I will stop being the slut in an instant.  For him.  Only for him.








