She is going to
She is getting ready. She puts on lipstick, applies mascara to her eyelashes, does her makeup. She is in front of the mirror in a thin robe that barely makes her dressed. She does everything neatly and thoroughly, leaving no detail unfinished. Her face must express a clear, unambiguous, animal passion.
I watch her from the side, sitting in an armchair. She is beautiful. My cock gets hard… , but I stay silent and just keep watching.
Now, she has finished with her makeup. In the mirror, a provocatively beautiful, slutty, sexual face is visible and… that bright red… oh… slutty lipstick on her lips…
She took off her robe and was left
completely naked. She stroked her thighs, her ass, stroked her breasts, stopped at her nipples, pinched each one with two fingers and pulled… She cried out… Looked at me with a smirk."Well, how? How do I look?" she asks me.
"Magnificent!" I reply.
"Magnificent? Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes! Magnificent!"
"Hmm. And are you hard?"
"Of course, I'm hard."
"Show me! Show it to me."
I obediently fulfill the request and present my erect cock for her inspection.
"Oh, what a big hard cock. It just wants to shoot cum." she says, seeing my erect organ.
"However, today it will have to do without me and without my holes. Today, three huge, meaty cocks will take care of my holes, and your cock should not be among them. Today I will be a slut, today I will be fucked roughly, cruelly, and for a long time. And tomorrow I will return completely drained of strength, and there will be a little cum in my mouth, especially for you. I will pass it to you with a kiss when I come back to you, fucked out like the last bitch by these studs. You will be waiting for such a kiss, won't you, my dear? I know you love it when I smell of other men. A whore's husband is himself a whore, isn't that right? You are also a whore, dear. Yes?"
"Yes, yes,… Yes," I agreed and felt the cum starting to come out of me.
"Ha-ha-ha! You're cumming?! Good boy. Go on, go on, jerk off while my fuckers are fucking me. And then I'll tell you and maybe even show you (if they record a video) how they fucked me, and you'll tell me how many times you masturbated, how many times you came without me and whether you thought of me, and what you thought of me. And we'll also count how much money my dear fuckers will pay me."
"Wh… what a slut you are!"
"Ha-ha-ha! And tell me you don't like it?!"
"I like it, I like it very much."
"Ha-ha-ha! Well, that's good. I won't give you a blowjob now. There's little time left, and I'm not dressed yet, plus I'd hate to ruin the lipstick. So jerk off by yourself while I get dressed. I love watching you suffer and jerk off… It gives me strength and confidence for what's ahead."
She started getting dressed. Panties, tiny black thong panties. Stockings, black fishnet stockings. A bra, also black, her breasts almost spill out of it, looking provocatively appetizing. A dress, a red dress with a high slit on the side, with an open back. More beads, long jangling earrings. Long white hair is loose. A red rose in her hair. High-heeled shoes on her feet. There… She is ready…
She wasn't always like this. And before, everything was different, quiet, calm, ordinary. Although, what is ordinary?
I was the first to get bored with traditional family life. The same positions every time, the same words, the same sensations.
At first, she didn't want to hear about any sexual experiments. No group sex, no sexual affairs on the side. She believed everything should be exclusively traditional: work, kitchen, children.
And then, once we found ourselves together in some big, noisy company, perhaps it was a corporate event at my work. She drank a little more than usual then. Danced a lot. Was the center of men's attention. Many danced slow dances with her. But, despite all this, we went home together, happy and drunk. Returning home, we had sex, passionate, hard, even cruel sex. I pounced on her with some animal force. In my mind were pictures from the past corporate event, how she danced with other men, how she flirted with them, how she allowed them to touch and caress her in the most immodest ways. And, thinking about all these pictures, I unexpectedly for myself, loudly uttered this word: "Slut!". And immediately faltered after saying it, stopped. But, she unexpectedly responded: "Yes, I am a slut, a slut, a slut! Fuck me, fuck me!". I was both surprised and aroused at the same time.
"Do you like it? Do you like it when I call you 'slut'?"
"Yes, I like it. Today I like it and want to be a slut."
"Ah, you are a slut," I continued moving my cock inside her, but now started doing it slowly, so I could continue the started conversation.
"Why does my pious wife suddenly want to be a 'slut' today? After all, such treatment used to irritate you? Did something happen? What's the reason?"
"Oh, don't ask, just fuck me, your slut. Today I deserve the hardest and most merciless sex. Do whatever you want with me today. Fuck me, fuck me, hit me. I deserve the harshest humiliation, the cruelest sex today."
Hearing this, I could no longer restrain myself. Put her on all fours, pulled her hands behind her back and gripped them hard. She buried her face right into the floor. And I started fucking her, periodically slapping her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her lips (those already slutty lips then) with all my might. She moaned, no, she screamed and squealed, and all she said then was: "Come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me, your slut." Towards the end, I really got going and inserted my cock where she had never let me before — into her anus, her butt, her ass. To my surprise, I entered her anus without difficulty, entered easily and started moving there, and she didn't resist it. She fell silent, then made a sound "Wow!" and…
"Yes, come on, like that, like that. Good! Fuck me in the ass. It feels so good when you get fucked in the ass. I understood that today when he took me there…"
I stopped and… came inside her.
"What does this mean?" I thought. "What? Did someone actually… her? But, when? Where? Could it be today? And that's why she's… like this?"
Seeing my questioning look and realizing she had let it slip. She said: "Forgive me" and started sucking my cock, licking the cum off it and swallowing it…
"It happened today," she began — "Today at that party. You, I understand, didn't notice anything, but it still happened. Apparently you were too engrossed in conversations while smoking outside. During the time you weren't in the hall, he managed to lure me away with him to some utility room. It was very narrow there, but there was a sofa. I don't know what came over me. Probably too much alcohol and the flirtatious dancing did their job. I went off the rails and started liking how strange, strong male hands were groping me. It aroused me. At first, I naively hoped to get away with kisses. But he insisted on something more substantial and showed me his erect cock himself. I thought that if I gave him a blowjob, it wouldn't be something so terrible, that it was a compromise resolution of the situation. He agreed, and I, kneeling before him, started sucking his cock. It was a rather large and beautiful cock. I sucked it with pleasure, and he liked it. But, the more I sucked, the more an irresistible desire arose in me to let this cock inside me and be fucked by this cock."
I said to him: "I want your cock to fuck me, but I'm afraid… of getting pregnant in such… a situation." To this he replied that he knew one reliable and good way, but it might hurt a little. I was already in such a state that I was ready for anything, I needed to quell the
arousal that had arisen by any means. He bent me over, pulled my panties off and stuffed them into my mouth. Then he lubricated my anus with something and sharply entered my butt. From the pain, I opened my mouth and spat out the panties, started screaming. He covered my mouth with his hand, saying: "Quiet, slut! Quiet. Bear with it and soon it will feel good." I was hurt by such treatment, no one had ever called me a slut before, and I had never allowed anyone to treat me like that. But, after just a few movements of his cock inside my butt… no, not butt — ass, I really felt a high that I hadn't experienced with you before. It turns out that a cock in the ass is just… a bomb. And that bomb fucked me, fucked me. I say 'fucked', I know I didn't allow myself to express myself like that before, but today a lot has turned upside down. What he did to me can't be called by any other word except 'fuck'."
I felt good. I felt very good with him in that strange utility room. He worked my back hole, my ass, well, and came inside me. It was awesome. That's why you entered my ass so easily today, I was already prepared for it. And also, when he was already satisfied with me and zipped up his pants, he left me this…" — she fell silent, picked up her purse from the floor and took out a hundred-dollar bill.
I was silent…
"I'm talking nonsense, right? Am I crazy or just drunk? I'm a bitch, right? Do you hate me?"
"You are a slut," I answered her and started fucking her in her slutty ass again.
"Yes, yes, darling, yes, I am a slut, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"
So that's how this revolution in her consciousness and in our life happened. Having tried it once, she no longer wanted to and could not stop. No, she didn't start walking the streets half-naked, looking for one-night clients. On the contrary, she is very selective in her sexual partners. Initially, she looked for them on the Internet. Periodically, she visits swinger clubs, sometimes allows me to go there with her. I'll be honest, it gives me indescribable pleasure to see my wife being fucked like the last slut. Although, why 'like a slut'? She is the most genuine slut, only not the last, the first, an elite prostitute.
Her sexual adventures, as a rule, bring material income. That's her thing. She knows how to present herself so that men, being wildly aroused, are willing to pay decent money for sex with her. She doesn't take less than two hundred dollars for a session (2-3 hours). If it's group sex or sex for the whole night, then the price for my slut can be from a thousand dollars and up.
She also has regular clients, she calls them "noble dons." These very "noble dons" have the right to call her at any time of the day or night, and she is obliged to appear to them at their first demand, if, of course, she is not already being fucked by one of such "dons" at that moment.
With these very "noble dons," she can leave for several days (to resorts, abroad). At the same time, the "noble don" can do with her whatever he pleases.
There was a case when one of her dons made her star in a porn film, where several people fucked her, including two huge black men.
Sometimes a Don comes right to our house and fucks my beloved — his faithful slut, and I listen to her moans and his cries from the bedroom and jerk off. Sometimes a Don invites me to have sex together with his slut — my wife, though this, as a rule, ends with the Don fucking both the wife and me in the ass, saying at the same time: "What good sluts," and then my wife and I together lick the cum off his cock — off our cock.
In general, I guess I'm a slut too, just like my wife.
While writing all this, I came right in my underwear, now it's wet, now I feel good.
Soon my wife-slut will return, tired and drunk. And we will fall asleep together, hugging each other. Two sluts: husband and wife.