Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 27
21-07-25 (18:21)
Doreen - Loving Wives.
It was the evening of my fortieth birthday and I was
sitting in the living room wondering where' my wife
was. I heard the front door close and Doreen, my thirty-
six year old wife of thirteen years walked in and sat
down on the couch next to me. Before I could ask her
where' she had been she said, "How do you feel about
having a slut for a wife?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just what it sounded like sweetie. You now have a slut
for a wife. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen, but
it did happen and now I'm stuck with it. I'm telling you
for a couple of reasons. First, our marriage has always
been based on trust so I have to tell you. Secondly, I
have no idea how the others are going to handle it so
you need to know because you work with them. And
lastly, I will probably want to do it again and, assuming
that we are still together, I will not go behind your
back."
"I guess you are going to have to explain."
Doreen had called me at work that morning and had
asked me if I would be in the office all day. I said yes
and she said good, that she would be down to take me
to lunch. About ten-thirty my boss came up to me and
asked me to handle a problem for him.
"Andrews wants to review the contract one more time
before he signs. I need you to take him to lunch, stroke
him and get me that signed piece of paper."
When you are in the running for the VP of Sales you
don't tell the boss, "Sorry, but I promised to go to lunch
with my wife." I tried calling her at home, but got no
answer so I guessed she was already on her way. I
told Stan what was going on and he said that he would
make my apologies to her and maybe even take her to
lunch as a way of saying he was sorry for ruining our
plans. I called Andrews and arranged to meet him at
Georgio's and then left the office.
Dory had arrived at eleven-fifteen and had breezed into
my office and closed the door behind her. She was
wearing a fur coat and underneath it all she had on
were nylons, garterbelt and high heels. She dropped the
fur coat to the floor and said, "Happy Birthday baby.
Here's your present. You want it on your desk or on the
floor?"
The man who had been sitting in the high backed
swivel chair and looking out the window turned to look
at her, whistled appreciatively and said, "I think the
desk would be best, don't you?"
It was Stan.
He had been waiting for Dory in my office to tell her
about my having to leave. Dory froze like a deer caught
in headlights as Stan got up and walked toward her.
"I've always wanted to see you like this Dory and even
though it's not my birthday I thank you. I have a
present for you too and I think you just might like it"
and as he approached her he unzipped himself and
took out an eleven-inch cock. Dory had her left arm
over her chest covering her tits and her right hand was
covering her pussy and she stared at Stan's massive
cock as if she were hypnotized.
"It's yours if you want it Dory. It wants you, trust me
on that."
Dory started to say that she hadn't realized I wasn't
there, but Stans's mouth closed on hers and cut off her
words. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she felt
his cock probing at her pubic area. Stan backed her
against the door and used his body to hold her there
while using his hands to take both of Dory's hands
down to his cock. He held her hands on it and broke
the kiss, "Feel it Dory, put your hands around it. Feel the
size and imagine what it would feel like in you."
Dory tried to pull her hands away, but Stan held them
there. His cock was so long that even just standing
there in front of Dory the head was poking between
her legs. She thought if she took him in both hands and
held him he wouldn't be able to push it any more
forward so she dropped her hands and wrapped both
of them around it and held it while Stan humped at her.
His mouth covered hers again and this time when his
tongue invaded her mouth she felt a tingle go all the
way from her tongue to her toes.
Dory knew that she had to breakaway from him
quickly or it would be too late. She dropped his cock
and put both hands against his chest to push him away,
but with her hands removed from his cock there was
nothing to stop him when he pushed forward and his
cockhead parted her pussy lips. Stan broke the kiss,
"Spread your legs Dory, you know you want to. You
know you want to feel it. You know you may never
get a chance at one this big again. Come on Dory, go
for it. No one will ever know - it will be our secret.
Come on baby, just let go."
He hunched forward and another inch of cock moved
past her outer lips; he wasn't in her yet, but he wasn't
far from it. Stan kissed her again and again his tongue
slid into her mouth and teased her tongue as she tried
to push him away, but a one hundred and ten pound
woman has no chance of moving a two hundred-pound
man who is firmly planted. His tongue kept working
and his cock kept poking and suddenly, as if a switch
had been turned on, Dory was returning Stan's kiss. For
a minute or so they swapped tongues and Dory felt the
heat building up in her body and then she felt her legs
parting. Stan still had her pinned against the door and
he pushed forward and Dory felt the head of his cock
slide past her outer lips and he was inside her. With her
still pinned against the door Stan dropped his hands
behind her knees and lifted her legs. As her legs came
up her crotch was opened to him and he pressed
forward and buried half of his cock into her hole. As he
slid into her she moaned into his mouth and then when
he swung her away from the door she locked her arms
around his neck and then, impaled on his cock, he
carried her over to my desk and set her on it. He put
her legs up on his shoulders and drove the full length of
his eleven inches into her. Dory screamed in pleasure
and Stan quickly took of his necktie, wadded it up and
stuck it in Dory's mouth, and then he started to fuck her
in earnest. Every time he drove the full length into her
she screamed into the necktie and went wild.
"I'm sorry baby, but he touched places in me that had
never before been touched. I laid on my back on your
desk and looked up at Stan while he fucked me and I
was hoping to God that he would never stop."
When Dory had come into my office and dropped her
coat she hadn't really expected that I would fuck her on
my desk. She expected that I would take one look at
her, usher her out and go get us a room at the Hilton.
Not expecting to be there more than a minute or three
she hadn't locked the door behind her. She was lying
on the desk, legs up on Stan's shoulders, CFMs parked
next to Stan's ears when the door opened and Jack
Tatum came in. He took one look at what was
happening and he closed the door and locked it. He
walked over and said to Stan, "Am I limited to
watching, or can I play?"
Stan took his necktie out of Dory's mouth and said,
"How about it Dory, can Jack play?"
Dory was moaning and Stan stopped stroking into her,
"Don't stop, please God don't stop."
"You didn't say Dory, can Jack play or not?"
"I don't care, just don't stop, please don't stop." Don't forget to leave a Comment 
