Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 40
21-07-25 (23:42)
When the rest of the artists had gone the guy had
moved to a different chair for the extra session and his
cock disappeared. The following week the same thing
happened and again Maria was mesmerized by the
sight of the large cock trying to escape into the sunlight,
but again he changed chairs for the extra session and
the cock disappeared. The next week was a repeat
except that now Maria was hoping it would come out
and in fact she even tried to coax it out. She moved her
position just enough so that the guy (his name was
Terry) could look right at her pussy. She held her pose
and watched the cock, but the cock just wouldn't make
that last half inch or so.
The end of the regular session did not bring a change of
seats that time and Terry stayed where' he was. He
shifted position a couple of times to get more
comfortable and when he did the leg of his shorts
pulled up and an inch or so of his cock came out in the
open. Terry didn't seem to be aware of it and since he
and Marie were the only two there in the room she
didn't mention it.
The next week he was in jeans and Maria was
surprised to find that she was disappointed. Watching
the cock trying to escape the confines of Terry's shorts
and guessing at its actual size had broken the boredom
for her. At the end of the regular session when she and
Terry were alone in the room she was shocked to see
Terry unzip his pants and take out his cock. From his
waist up he was hidden behind his easel and Maria
couldn't see his face, but she now knew that Terry had
known about her looking at his cock all along. He gave
his cock a couple of strokes and then went back to the
drawing that he was working on. Terry said nothing
and made no attempt to get up and approach her so
Maria just sat there and posed and stared at Terry's
cock jutting up out of his lap. Every once in a while it
would twitch, but the rest of the time it just stood
there, a proud tower of flesh.
For the next six weeks the scenario was the same.
Neither Maria or Terry ever mentioned it, but at the end
of every regular session Terry's cock would come out
and wave in the breeze while Terry sketched and Maria
stared. Maria admitted that she stared because it was a
very nice cock; about eleven inches long and very fat
and the only cock Maria had ever seen was my
average six incher. She hadn't harbored any ideas of
going after it; she stared because she was fascinated
by both the cock and Terry's behavior. He never said
anything and he never seemed to look at her looking at
him.
Then last week Maria did something she had never
done before. Without putting on her robe she had
gotten up and walked over to Terry and stood next to
him and looked at the drawing he was working on. It
took her breath away. On the 3' x 3' pad were six
panels and each panel depicted an easily recognizable
Maria in a sex act with a faceless man with a very
large cock. One panel showed her getting fucked dog
fashion, another showed her jacking off a large cock
with both hands and yet another had her sucking a
large cock. She didn't know what to say and finally she
said, "Is that how you see me?"
Terry was slow to answer, but when he did he said,
"Only during the extra session. During the regular
session I see you differently" and he flipped back
through the pad and she saw herself in virginal white in
a series of different clothes the most stunning of which
was her in a wedding dress complete with veil and
train. She didn't know what to say; she just stared at
the drawings until Terry said, "It's time for me to go.
Will you do me a favor?"
Maria looked at him and he stared back into her eyes,
"Will you put it away for me?"
She had looked from his face to his cock and then back
to his face and then she had taken his cock in both
hands and struggled to get the hard thing back into his
trousers. Then he had taken his pad and gone out the
door. Maria spent the next week wondering if he would
be back on the next Monday and she was both
surprised and relieved when he showed up. She didn't
know why, she honestly had no interest in him. When
the extra session started he had called to her, "Maria,
could you come here a minute please?" and she had
walked naked over to him. "Would you take it out
please?"
She had hesitated and then she had gone to her knees,
unzipped him and had taken out his cock. It was soft
when she brought it out, but she could feel it growing
in her hands. She didn't understand it, but it seemed to
have some sort of power over her. She began to slowly
stroke it and soon it was fully erect and she looked up
at Terry, but he was concentrating on his sketchpad.
She had looked back down at the large hard cock she
was stroking and then she had bent her head and had
taken him in her mouth. She sucked on him for five
minutes and when he came she had swallowed all his
juice, licked him clean and then she had gone over to
her chair and struck a pose.
Her eyes never left Terry's cock and she watched as it
slowly grew to its full erect size and fifteen minutes
before the session was to end she'd gotten up and
walked over to him to look at what he had done. It
was another six-panel rendition of Maria in various
sexual activities. She had looked at each of the panels
and then had said, "That one" and she had pointed at
the panel that showed her being fucked from behind.
Then she had turned her back to him, bent forward and
put her hands on the arm of a chair and waited. He had
moved behind her and she felt his huge piece of meat
slowly enter her pussy and then he had fucked her.
When he had cum he'd pulled out and she had turned
and licked him clean. "Next week?" she had asked and
he had nodded his head yes and had gone.
Tonight she had done it again. She had taken out his
cock, stroked him until he was rock hard, sucked him
until he came in her mouth and then had gone to her
chair and waited. Just before the end of the session she
had chosen a panel and then he had fucked her. This
time however when she went to lick his cock clean he
had gotten hard again and she had lain down on the
floor and he had fucked her for a second time and she
would have gone for a third, but I was due home soon.
"I didn't mean to do it and I don't know why I did it.
Something came over me and robbed me of any good
sense that I might have had. I can't even claim that I
was hypnotized or under some kind of spell. I knew
what I was doing, I just didn't know why. It was
stupid, stupid, stupid and it wrecked what we had. I
love you honey, you know I do and even knowing how
much you love me and knowing that I can't live
without you, I still did what I did" and she started
crying again.
Well, I did love her and as stunned as I was by her
revelation I was still pretty sure that we could work
things out and I told her so.
"No honey, you don't understand. As much as I love
you and don't want to hurt you, when he left he said
"See you next week" and I said "I'll be waiting. And I
will baby; I will be waiting for him. I'm going to do it
again. He'll pull out that cock or have me do it for him
and I will. I know I won't want to and I won't even
know why I'm doing it, but I will baby, I will."
All I could do was sit on the couch and stare at her as
what she was saying hit home - my wife had become
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