Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 18
21-07-25 (17:59)
Stan looked over at me with a "what now?" expression.
I honestly hadn't thought any farther than we had just
gone, but it was obvious to me that Connie had
enjoyed it immensely and so I made the decision to
press on. I pointed at Connie lying there and indicated
that Stan should stick his cock in Connie's mouth. He
nodded and moved up to her head, knelt next to her
and poked his cock at her lips. Connie opened her
mouth and her tongue came out and licked the cock
head, sliding around it as if to ascertain it's size and
then she gave a low moan and her lips closed around
it.
Stan fucked her three times that night before slipping
away and I didn't take the cuffs and blindfold off
Connie until I heard Stan's car pull out of the drive.
Connie looked up at me, "Good God baby, who was it?"
I smiled and said, "All you need to know is that he was
my gift to you." I got in bed with her and we fell asleep
in each other's arms.
Of course that wasn't the end of it. Over the course of
the next several days Connie attempted to find out
who her mystery lover was and I wouldn't tell her.
Finally I said, "Why do you want to know, so you can
call him and ask him to come back?"
She looked down and said yes. I looked at her for
several seconds and then I told her that I would see
what I could do. That afternoon I called Stan and asked
him how he felt about a return engagement and he
was all for it. He had been immensely turned on by the
fact that he had fucked Connie and she hadn't known
who he was. I asked him if he was free the following
night and he said yes. That night I stopped at the same
adult book store where' I rented the tapes and found
just what I was looking for - a leather hood with a
drawstring closure at the neck and a opening in the
mouth area. When I got home I handed it to Connie,
"He will be here tomorrow night, but you will have to
wear this. He doesn't want you to know who he is
(actually I didn't want her to know) because you know
him and he wants to avoid awkwardness when you
are together in social situations."
That night Connie and I had some of our most intense
sex in years. Connie even talked me into staying home
from work the next day and she wouldn't leave me
alone, but at three in the afternoon she pushed me
away, "No more. I want you to have something left for
after he leaves."
At seven o'clock Stan entered the bedroom to find
Connie spread out and waiting for him. She was
wearing the hood, but there were no handcuffs that
night as I wanted Connie to be able to let herself go
and get the utmost enjoyment out of the evening. It
was a long one. Stan fucked Connie four times and she
sucked him back to life twice. While he was dressing to
leave Connie said, "Next time baby, can I let him have
my ass?"
Next time? Had I given her the gift that keeps on
giving? For the first time I was beginning to think that I
might just have fucked up. I looked at Stan and he
mouthed the words that he was okay with it. I took a
minute to consider the possibilities and then said, "You
suffer a lot of discomfort when I take your ass. I know
it goes away when we really get into it, but his will
cause you more than just discomfort - his will cause
you real pain. He will hurt - a lot!"
"I know baby, but I just have to try it."
I looked over at Stan and saw he was waiting for an
answer, "Friday good for you?" He nodded and I said,
"Okay, Friday it is." When Stan was gone I took the
hood off Connie and she pulled me down and kissed
me. Then she looked at me with a face full of wonder,
"I honestly don't believe that there is another man in
the world who loves his wife enough to do for her
what you are doing for me" and she pulled me down
and we made love.
I think Friday was the beginning of Connie's slide into
slutdom. Before she put the hood on she told me that
she wanted to try some other things that we had never
done.
"Tonight I want to try a threesome. I want you to join
in, please? Please do it for me?"
I did and I have to say that I did enjoy it almost as
much as Connie did. Stan was there from seven to
two-thirty and Connie had us doing everything that two
guys to do to a girl. She even sat on my cock and bent
forward while Stan fucked her ass. I can't say that I
was turned on feeling his cock rub against mine
through the thin membrane, but it drove Connie wild.
After Stan was gone Connie and I made love twice
more and then we fell asleep. Connie woke me with a
blow job in the morning and then spent the better part
of Saturday and Sunday trying to fuck me to death.
Sunday night Connie asked, "Can we do it again?
Please baby, please?"
For the next two months Stan and I did our best to try
and satisfy Connie on the average of twice a week.
Following everyone of those nights Connie couldn't
leave me alone, not that I was complaining. I gradually
noticed that it wasn't only after nights with Stan that
she couldn't leave me alone - it was now almost all the
time. I asked her one night what was the reason for
her increased sexual appetite and she said that she
didn't know, but it seemed like the more sex she got,
the more she wanted, "Why? Are you getting tired of
me?" I assured her that I wasn't, but that I was a little
worried that I might not be able to keep up with her.
She giggled and said, "If you get to that point we can
always have my mystery man visit more often." I
began to wonder if that is what is what it was all
about - getting me to get Stan more involved.
It was two weeks later when I found out how badly
my gift to Connie had backfired on me. It was a
Sunday and I was sitting in one of the stalls in the
locker room of the health club when someone came in
and said, "Are we on for tomorrow?"
I recognized the voice; it was Ron, a friend of mine.
Then the voice of another friend said, "Yeah, I've
already made arrangements to take the afternoon off. I
just wish we could find some way to get Connie out of
the house at night. I'd like to be able to spend more
than just a couple of hours with her."
There was some more conversation before they left,
mostly about what they had done to Connie and were
planning on doing to her the next day. Was it my
Connie that they were talking about? No! It couldn't be.
It had to be one of the other Connie's that we know.
But I was parked down the street from my house the
next day. By two in the afternoon I had convinced
myself that I was right, it was one of the other
Connie's that we knew. At 2:11:36 I turned the ignition
key and started up the car to leave.
At 2:11:51 I shut off the engine as Ron's Tahoe pulled
into our drive. Two minutes later a Honda Accord pulled
in behind him and both men went into the house and I
settled in to wait. I knew that they would have to be
out by four forty-five at the latest to give Connie time
to get ready for me to come home.
I was close - they came out of the house at four-fifty
and I pulled into the drive two minutes after they were
gone. I went straight up the stairs and directly to the
bedroom. Connie's back was to me and she was
wearing thigh high nylons that looked like they had
been through a war and I could see a trace of cum on
her inner thigh. She was taking the sheets off the bed
and I said, "Going to hide the evidence from me?"
She turned, surprise on her face, and then just froze like
a deer caught in headlights. Standing the way she was
I could see her matted pubic hair, soaked with cum and
it somehow excited me. I considered pushing her down
on the bed and fucking her, but I didn't. I was pissed; I
was upset, but not for any of the reasons that people
might expect. I wasn't upset because she was fucking
other guys - I was upset because she hadn't shared it
with me. I turned my back on her and went
downstairs.
It was half an hour before she came downstairs and
into the family room where' I sat channel surfing. She
had put on a robe, but was still wearing her cum
stained nylons. She sat down on the other end of the
couch, "Are you mad?"
I turned and looked at her, amazed at he question, "Am
I mad? Good God woman, of course I'm mad!"
Despite looking contrite she fired back, "Well, it's your
own god damned fault."
I was incredulous, "My fault? How in the hell is your
fucking two of my friends my fault?"
"You wouldn't tell me who my mystery man was and
so I had to try and find him on my own. I knew from
what you said that I knew him. If you had just told me
who he was I wouldn't have had to fuck eleven
different guys in the last six weeks to try and find him."
I looked at her, stunned, as what she had said
registered on me. "Eleven? Eleven of our friends?"
"Yeah, and I still haven't found him" and then she
chuckled, "Of course I don't care if I find him now or
not."
I just sat there shaking my head; eleven of my friends
going behind my back and fucking my wife. " What did
you do? Line them all up and ask them to show you
their cocks so you could measure them? Or did you just
invite them all over for a gangbang?"
"No silly, I did them one at a time."
Then how did you end up with two guys here today if
you only do them one at a time?"
"You know? I thought you just happened to come
home early."
I told her about what I'd overheard and how I'd been
parked just down the block to see if it was true.
"I had two in here today because with the exception of
you baby, all men are assholes. The guys I screwed
blabbed about it and they started to show up in
bunches. Today it was two, last Friday it was three and
last Tuesday I actually had five here."
It was too much for me. I got up, grabbed my coat and
headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Out!"
"Why are you acting like this? You're the one who
brought another man home to fuck me. Him or the
others, what's the difference?"
I turned and looked at her, "The difference Connie, is
that we shared the experience when I brought Stan
home with me. Stan was a gift I gave you out of love
and we shared it. What you did was go behind my
back and fuck around on me and if you can't tell the
difference between the two then I feel sorry for you."
I'm spending the night in a motel. I don't have a clue
what tomorrow is going to bring, but there is a better
than even chance that I'm not going to like it. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
