first odd thing I noticed was that my wife's car was in our driveway.
Neither one of us ever came home for lunch. I was only there to run in
because I'd forgotten a file I needed for a meeting that afternoon. I
just dismissed it, though. Maybe she just wasn't feeling well and had
come home early from work. At least that's what I thought until I got
inside the front door.
wasn't trying to be quiet, but there was such a commotion coming from
our bedroom in the back. I don't think Allyson would have heard a
truck crashing into the house. Hearing the noises, my greeting was
still born in my throat. There was the sound of our headboard banging
rapidly, violently against the wall, along with the male grunts, and
the other sounds I know all too well. My wife, Allyson was not shy at
all in the bedroom and very vocal. Between her cries, I heard her
shout, "God, fuck me, Mac. Fuck me, fuck me, harder,
harder…" Allyson kept shouting, the noises getting louder as I
moved to the back of the house.
paused at our bedroom door, not sure I wanted to see what was going on
in there. I felt the burning anger of a cuckolded husband, but I was
also getting pretty aroused. I knew Mac. He was a younger man and had
been Allyson's boss for the past eight months. I would make her suffer
for this. I just wasn't sure how, yet. Girding myself, my cock now
rock hard, I turned and stood in the open doorway of our bedroom. I
was greeted by quite a sight.
ankles were back by her ears. I had no idea she was that flexible. Mac
was on top of her, slamming away like there was no tomorrow. His ass
was a blur as he dove it deep into my wife, and from her cries, she
was enjoying every second of it. Her breasts bounced in time to their
I'm gonna cum, Mac, " Allyson shouted. "Do it baby, cum for
me," Mac encouraged.
recognized the sighs of my wife in orgasm very well and this was a
biggie. Allyson trembled, and then froze, body taut. A wordless wail
escaped her parted lips, and then she thrashed on the bed. I knew Mac
couldn't withstand the burning cauldron of my wife's cumming pussy, I
never could, and he came right behind her. As soon as they finished,
Mac rolled off her. They were both sweaty and breathless. I noticed
Mac had not worn a condom.
my wife?" I asked, and they both looked at me, startled. Mac half
rose from the bed. "Oh, don't get up," I said.
did and I let him get close before I dropped him with a right. I'm
6'3" and stocky, half a foot taller and easily fifty pounds
heavier than Mac and my punch dropped him like a sack of potatoes.
"I said not to get up." Allyson was frozen on our bed, but
had pulled up the sheet to cover herself.
grabbed Mac's clothes in one hand and the back of his neck in the
other and half dragged him to the front door. He struggled until I
slammed his head into the doorjamb. He went limp, weakly protesting
and begging. I threw him and his clothes outside and slammed the door.
I didn't see another car, so I assumed Allyson had driven him. Guess
he'd have to find another way back to the office. He was lucky I'd
given him back his clothes.
sat on the couch with my head in my hands, our children staring down
at me from the mantle. Allyson and I were married for seventeen years
and had two kids, Carly, 16, and Donnie, Jr., 10. Allyson and I were
married our last year of college, we'd had our first child a year
later. She stayed at home with Carly during the day and waitressed at
night in our early years to help put me through grad school. Five
years ago, she'd returned to the work force, while I rose at a large
corporation. Suddenly it seemed like all those years seemed
came out in her terry cloth robe, face crimson with shame. She sat
beside me on the couch. Even in her state, I could still see the girl
I'd fallen for. I had always been jealous of all the guys who leered
at my girlfriend, then wife, but also took pride in their attention.
Allyson is stunning. Men will openly eye her as if I were not even
there. She is 5'9", with long brown hair, that shimmered with
soft, radiant highlights and green eyes clear as glass. Time was
meaningless for Allyson; at 39 she still looked 29. A lean runner's
body, despite two children, and small, high breasts--B-cups, almost
C's, which were firm as a teenager's. Allyson always loved attention,
but there had never been any signs she would take anyone up on an
offer. She reached over to touch my leg, but I jerked away. For one
thing, I didn't want her knowing how aroused I was. "Honey…"
Allyson said, her voice breaking.
honey me, you fucking tramp."
she asked with shock.
sprang up from the couch and stared at her accusingly. "I can't
believe you did this."
wasn't interested in hearing it. "How long have you been fucking
him?" Allyson looked at me. "The last few weeks."
by the truth, she whispered, "Just about."
did you become a whore? How did I not notice?"
briefly flashed in her eyes. "How could you? You've practically
lived at the office for the last six months. It just started with me
telling Mac how frustrated I was and him telling me how unfair it was,
how sexy I was."
sure he did."
voice cracked, she was on the verge of tears. "I didn't encourage
him. He kept telling me how a woman like me was dangerous to neglect,
he said he couldn't keep his eyes off me." I couldn't fault Mac
for that. Although Allyson did not dress provocatively, she
automatically looked sexy in a simple business suit or even jeans and
a t-shirt. "It took him a month, but when he made his move, I
couldn't stop him. I swore to myself it would be just once."
me about it. Tell me how Mac seduced my wife."
I, I," Allyson couldn't speak, but my face told her I was deadly
serious. "He called me into his office, asked how things were
going with you. While I talked, he moved close to me, like he always
did, but this time he didn't hold back. When he touched my body, I
didn't do anything, I didn't need to, he could tell how much I wanted
some attention. He kissed me. I asked him to stop, but when Mac said I
didn't want him to, I couldn't argue."
he undressed me and took me right on the floor of his office. It was
so hard to stay quiet."
after that?" My voice dripped with contempt.
don't know what came over me, I just couldn't stop. A few days later
we were almost caught in his office and I told him it was too
dangerous. At lunch, he told me to take him home and I did." As
remourseful as I could tell she was, she did not seem regretful.
cock was steel. I could see my pretty Allyson on the floor of that
small office, legs spread for her boss, desperately scared of getting
caught, but too horny to care. What would she think if she knew how
this affected me? Did it matter?
Don! I swear." Allyson grabbed my hands, looked up at me
been so busy because my job depends on this fucking deal, you have no
idea how hard it's been. It's been all I can think about, and I still
don't think I've nailed it. I was sweating it out for this family
while you were out at lunch everyday slutting around."
so sorry," Allyson sobbed.
do I do now? Leave you? Break up our family? Tell our kids their
mother is a whore?"
rolled down Allyson's face. "Please no. I'll do anything to make
it up to you. Anything."
the fuck could I do? Even in this crisis, the deal still weighed on my
mind. I was meeting the businessman for dinner Thursday night. It
could make or break the deal. Then there was how horny I was despite
my rage. Slowly, things began to merge in my mind.
there was a way I could take care of Allyson, close my deal and
explore these weird conflicting feelings I was having all at the same
time. Slowly, a plan germinated in my brain. I released my hands and
commanded, "Look at me." Reluctantly, Allyson did.
"You'll do anything?" I asked slowly.
Don. I don't want to lose everything we built together," Allyson
was risky, could end our marriage, but things were nearly irreparable
now. From what I had been able to gather, Stefan Muller, my German
counterpart in the deal, was an odd man. Many times there would have
to be "extras" or "perks" before any deal could be
closed. He saw it as a sign of respect. A colleague had suggested
outright that I send him a call girl while Muller was in town, said it
could show I was serious and close everything. He joked I could
probably even write it off. I considered, but it seemed sordid, and
what if I got caught. But now, Allyson had put me in a unique
I'm married to a whore, I might as well take advantage of it," I
me?" Allyson asked, confused.
think I have a way you can make this up to me."
was best to just say it. "You are going to my meeting Thursday
night, in my place."
Allyson had not idea, but why would she.
do whatever you need to get the deal closed."
stared at me bewildered. Like a sea change, her face drained of colour.
how could you?" Her eyes teared again.
could you?" I shot back. "I could just tell everyone what I
found today. Our kids, friends, your co-workers, your parents, they'll
all want to know why I'm taking the kids and leaving you."
you'll be the slut you are, but at least this time I'll get something
out of it."
were silent for sometime. She tried to look at me, to see if I could
possibly mean it, but my tone left no room for doubt. Finally, in a
tiny voice, Allyson said, "Yes."
really do this?"
a win-win. I get my deal closed and you probably get the fucking you
desperately need." She said nothing. "But things are
changing right now. If I ever hear of Mac touching you, or coming
around here, I'll break his legs. You are my slut. You will only fuck
me or who I tell you to. And when I tell you, I don't want any lip.
up." Allyson rose from the couch, her entire demeanor altered.
She was completely submissive, like a whipped dog. I flung her robe
off her shoulders. Allyson's thick, pale nipples were still swollen,
her pussy red and puffy. I never wanted her more than right then. I
dropped my pants as quickly as I could and bent Allyson over the
couch. Her hair veiled her face.
I thrust into Allyson with no warning. My cock's 8" and pretty big around and I usually have to get Allyson nice and wet before she's ready for me. But her freshly fucked cunt sucked me right up. She was still so damn wet and some of Mac's cum squeezed out of her. Allyson grunted as I roughly thrust into her. I was determined to treat her like the tramp I now thought of her as. My hand was on her back keeping her bent over.
me," I said.
What?" Allyson grunted.
you are. I want to hear you say it."
was a little hesitation.
a slut, a whore. I'm your whore, honey. Mmmm, I'm your whore,"
she said breathlessly, taking to her new role pretty quickly. She
gripped the back of the couch and pushed her hips back at me, meeting
me thrust for wicked thrust. She'd been fucked barely an hour before,
who knew how many times. But here she was, fucking me like an animal.
uhn, uhn, fuck me, Don, Sir. Fuck me hard, like the slut I am. Fuck
your whore. Use me." Allyson's word stung my ears. I could not
help picturing Mac fucking her silly, her begging him for it too. Her
freshly fucked cunt felt so different, like she was a new woman,
which, from now on, she would be. "Fuck me, fuck me,"
Allyson pleaded. There was no way I could hold out. "There you go
whore, take it, take it all," I shouted, blasting my cum deep
inside my wife. Allyson kept rearing against me until my cock was
completely drained and I slumped away. As soon as I did, Allyson
plunged her fingers into her pussy, making herself cum again, harder
than before. "Oh God! Oh sweet God!" She cried. When she
finished, Allyson took her fingers covered with the cum of two men and
made a show of sucking them clean for me. Then she dropped to her
knees and licked me clean.
like this don't you?" Allyson asked, looking up at me.
I confessed. "But I'm not sure as much as you do." She
looked away. "It's like we're two different, new people. I've
never wanted you so badly."
sucked my cock and I felt it rising again. "So this is what you
want from me?"
my pretty slut." I could see the words charged her. Until
recently, Allyson had always had a decent sex life even if it wasn't
very experimental. How had we never stumbled upon this dynamic in
seventeen years? I pushed her mouth away and pulled up my pants.
"I have to go back to work. You'd better get cleaned up. The kids
will be home in a couple of hours."
sir," Allyson said.
the next couple of nights, Allyson and I made love nearly until dawn,
like when we first met. But then again, "making love" seems
wrong. We fucked. We went at each other with breath taking passion.
Allyson thrived in her submissive role. She dutifully played the
willing slut. I took her ass for the first time in ten years. I made
her spread it open and beg me for it. At one point I had to gag her to
keep her from waking the kids.
night came and I found a change in Allyson. She was obviously having
second thoughts. She was wondering if I would really make her do this.
Maybe a part of her hoped it was really just role-playing. However,
she knew enough not to voice her doubts. I did have a pang of
conscience, but I wanted all that this night would bring far too much
to let that get in my way.
starting dinner, Allyson went upstairs to get ready. I told the kids
that their mom was having a girl's night out. When she came down, she
was stunning. She had chosen the short, black crepe dress she wore for
a wedding we attended recently. It perfectly clung to her curves,
showing off her breasts, her tight ass and her perfect legs. She wore
black satin heels to match the dress. Her hair was slightly curled and
pulled back. Underneath, she wore a black camisole without a bra and a
matching pair of panties. She wore black stockings and a garter belt,
which she bought during lunch. Allyson wore her wedding ring on a gold
chain around her neck, as I instructed. The only other piece of
jewelry she wore was a gold anklet. The whole effect was extremely
sexy and sensuous, without being obvious. Every eye would be glued to
her and they would all know what she was out for. Coming down the
stairs, her unrestrained breasts gave a slight bounce. I still marvel
at how sexy Allyson is. Fortunately, the kids were playing out back.
ready," she said, smiling weakly.
kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, no man could resist you
tonight." I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze and she moaned. She
was so aroused that she could hardly contain herself.
you remember everything?" I asked, as I had briefed her on every
detail earlier. Not only very sexy, Allyson was very bright. I trusted
kissed her, then said, "You'd better get going."
know. I promise I will be a good slut. I won't let you down," she
turned to go, but looked back at me from the door. "I love
you," she said.
love you too." With that, my wife walked out the door to start
her new life as her husband's whore.
was nearly four am when Allyson stumbled in. I was up, there was no
way I could sleep. I had to jerk off three times after the kids went
to bed. I sat on the couch while she silently closed the door behind
her. Before taking another step, she unzipped her dress and it slipped
to the floor. The only thing left under was her garter belt and
stockings, which were full of runners. Her hair was down, totally
mussed, her make-up destroyed. Allyson came closer and in the dim
light I saw dried cum on her chest, her back, her ass and on her
thighs where it had run from her pussy. Now she looked like the slut
she'd become. Her transformation was complete.
looked exhausted. She smiled weakly. I gave her a look that asked,
God," was all she could say. Looking at my ruined slut of a wife,
my whole body throbbed. Allyson understood she had one more duty to
fulfill tonight and bent over the back of the couch. I got rid of my
fuck me, sir," Allyson said. I entered her and told her to tell
pleasure, sir," Allyson moaned as I slipped inside.
a good slut you are," I told her.
you, sir." And she began, "I left the house and drove to the
garage, like we planned…"
stepped from the garage and flagged down a cab to the Four Seasons,
where Muller was staying. I was supposed to meet Muller at the hotel
restaurant at 9. Allyson approached the maitre d' and asked if Muller
had arrived yet. While he was checking, a voice behind Allyson said,
"I am Herr Muller," in softly accented English.
Muller, I am Alexandria," my wife said turning. Until just then,
I had not given any thought to her using an assumed name. "Mr.
Dawson regrets that he could not make it tonight. But he thought that
you might find me to be more diverting dinner company anyway,"
she continued. Allyson
struggled to remain coolly detached as she offered Muller her hand.
gazed at Allyson with naked appraisal. Taking her hand, Muller bent
down to kiss it. "I
believe Mr. Dawson was correct, Alex. May I call you Alex?" His
eyes never left hers. He told Allyson exactly what she was and why she
deference, Allyson said, "Of course." Muller placed his hand
on her back and gestured toward the dining room. "Shall we
proceed? And please, call me Stefan."
dinner, Stefan seemed surprised when Allyson brought up business and
the need to close the deal. "You are not a regular prostitute,
are you?" Stefan asked. Allyson merely smiled. As they ate and
discussed the deal, Stefan's hand drifted to Allyson's leg. She jumped
at this first intimate contact, and in so public a place, but she
willed herself to relax. She understood how the evening must go.
Allyson parted her legs slightly for the man. Her dress ended several
inches above the knee and for the moment, he seemed content to caress
regarded Stefan while he outlined the deal from his prospective,
trying to imagine sex with him. Stefan Muller was not a handsome man
by any conventional standards. He was not so different than many men
in their mid 50's. His gray hair was thinning and his body was that of
a man who had been active, but let himself go. In her heels, Allyson
was maybe a hair taller than he. However, his expensive suit, his
demeanor, a piercing intelligence made him alluring, bespoke of power.
emboldened, Allyson placed her hand in Stefan's lap. He barely paused
speaking, his slight smile the only acknowledgement of her advance.
When he was finished, Allyson spoke. She picked apart some of his
points, negotiating where she could. Allyson became much more
comfortable being able to show she had a mind as well. For emphasis,
she massaged his growing cock on the more difficult points. As if
locked in a game of cat and mouse, Stefan's hand moved beneath
Allyson's dress, touching her through her panties. Stefan had good
hands. Allyson flushed despite her resolve not to do so; she paused
when she sipped her wine.
Alex, we should continue our discussion upstairs in my suite,"
downed the last bit of wine and agreed. She paid the check and hoped
Stefan wasn't sharp enough to see her sign the credit slip 'Allyson
Dawson.' Stefan's suite was very well appointed, as it should have
been for what my company was paying for it. It consisted of a large
central living room flanked by two spacious bedrooms. Stefan mixed
drinks while Allyson sat on the couch and examined the contract she
pulled from her purse. Stefan brought over the drinks and sat very
close beside her.
I see that?" Stefan asked as he took the contract. Allyson took a
deep pull from her drink to brace her for what would come next. She
was not exactly sure how to behave. Thus far, she'd shown a
detachment, trying to imagine how an expensive call girl would be.
Now, they were up in his suite. How aggressive should she be? With
Mac, he'd made all the moves, allowing her to go with the flow.
Allyson reached to Stefan's lap, rubbing him as she had downstairs,
only now with both hands.
was mostly silent while he read. "What makes you so desirable,
besides your beauty, is that your obviously not some, you say, bimbo.
Your skills are varied and you can be trusted. Donald must use you
often," Stefan said. You have no idea, Allyson thought.
"Your services must be very expensive, Alex."
hand was on Allyson's back, softly rubbing it. It took Allyson a while
to notice the pressure from his hand increasing, easing her forward,
and subtly letting her know what he wanted. Allyson exposed his cock
and it popped into the open. He was hard, but grew from her
ministrations. Stefan had a stubby cock, not as long as my 7",
but very thick, to the point Allyson almost couldn't get her hand
around it. Clear fluid formed on the tip and Allyson licked her very
dry lips. She barely breathed as she lowered her face, Stefan's cock
inches from her, closed her eyes, and stretched her lips around the
thick head. She tasted his fluid, darting her tongue into the slit on
his tip. Stefan let out a sigh as Allyson's cheeks hollowed as she
hungrily sucked the head. She slowly jerked his length. Her other hand
fondled his heavy balls. Allyson slipped lower, endeavouring to take
more of him in, wondering if her mouth was so wide enough to
accommodate the base. In
spit of her conflicting feelings, Allyson felt her arousal grow. She
knew downstairs Stefan must have felt her wetness through her panties,
which embarrassed her. Was a call girl supposed to get aroused?
with the authority of experience, I can say my wife gives one hell of
a blowjob. Being a good Catholic, Allyson had remained a technical
virgin through most of her teen years, while perfecting her oral
skills. And now a married woman, Allyson was exercising those skills
on a perfect stranger. She went slowly, sucking down more and more,
taking her time. She wanted Stefan to enjoy the leisurely blowjob and
she found herself enjoying it as well. She was in no hurry. For the
first time that evening, Allyson had little doubt she could go through
with it. She thought she might even like it.
laid the contract aside. "Alex, that feels most wonderful, you
are a woman of many talents." Stefan told me later that he had
sampled whores all over the globe, but that 'Alexandria' with her
obvious enthusiasm, yet almost hesitating manner and her myriad
skills, was by far one of the best.
lay draped across the couch. Stefan ran his hand over her back, then
down to cup her firm breast. Her nipple sprang up diamond hard, poking
through her dress. Stefan rolled and turned it, causing Allyson to
moan into his cock. Allyson had his entire cock in her mouth and
sucked him hard, her drool matting his curly gray pubic hair. She felt
his breath quicken and would have thought he'd cum by now, but Stefan
had great control. He lifted the hem of her dress and found her
panties much wetter than they had been in the restaurant. He smiled at
how she squirmed when he caressed her cunt. He'd been with many whores
and could tell a genuine reaction, which few whores gave, even when
they did enjoy something.
may stop, Alex. As wonderful as that feels, few have made me climax
that way. Instead, show me yourself. Show me how you like to be
pushed up from his cock. Her jaw was aching, but she'd been determined
to finish him. Although glad to rest her mouth, Allyson dreaded what
Stefan said. She did not like to touch herself in front of me and I'm
her husband. She said it made her self-conscious to be watched like
that. But she knew she had no choice. She would do whatever Stefan
reached back and unzipped her dress. She pulled it down slowly, trying
for a tease. She lifted her hips, then stepped out of the dress and
laid it aside. She was not even sure where to start. She thought to
the infrequent occasions she masturbated. Allyson tilted her head back
and ran her fingers down her neck, touched her shoulders. She kept her
eyes closed, but could feel Stefan watching. She cupped her breasts,
softly massaging them. The feel of the black silk camisole on her skin
was very pleasant. Her nipples throbbed to her touch, responding to
the feel of the silk sliding over them. Allyson's lips parted in a
sigh and she slipped her fingers between, making a show of sucking and
licking them. She opened her eyes, stared into Stefan's and she
trembled. He saw right through her, saw how much she was into this.
Allyson was a washed in strange new feelings. She watched his eyes
follow when she plucked the camisole strap from her shoulder, exposing
her almost perfectly rounded breast. Her nipple was very deep red and
thick. Involuntarily, Allyson gasped when she took it between her wet
fingers. Her other hand dropped to her nylon covered thigh. Allyson
moved back on the couch, spread her legs and showed the wet spot on
Stefan said, but Allyson did not stop. She tugged her panties to the
side, showing Stefan her very neatly trimmed little pussy. Allyson
threw her head back and moaned, running her fingers between the thick
dewy lips. She spread her legs wider, making the lips part. Her nipple
throbbed in time with her cunt, hands giving pleasure in both places.
She brought both hands down, so she could hold herself open while the
fingers of the other hand strummed inside her, her thumbnail teasing
her swollen clit. Allyson's pulse pounded in her temples, her body
tingled. She'd almost forgotten she wasn't alone, except for the
feeling of those watching eyes. It spread through her like wildfire.
Allyson's two fingers pistoning into her cunt, rubbing her clit and
she could hold back no longer. Allyson shouted and trembled, her
orgasm crashing over her.
lay on the couch trying to regain composure. She'd closed her legs,
but her hand remained rubbing. She snapped out of it at Stefan's light
applause. "Again, bravo," he said, "You are quite an
extraordinary woman." The German rose and walked toward his
bedroom. "Come, Alex." Allyson got up from the couch and
Allyson walked into the bedroom, Stefan was undressing, and neatly
hanging up his clothes. She waited for him by the foot of the bed.
Stefan walked to my wife and took her breasts roughly in his hands.
Allyson gasped at the unexpectedly harsh contact. She reached for his
cock, which stood from a nest of graying pubic hair and stroked it in
her hands. "Yes, show me how badly you want to please me,"
Stefan murmured. He grabbed the front of her camisole and jerked down,
popping off the thin straps. He let the garment drop to the ground.
not so rough," Allyson complained.
are here for what I want, yes?"
downcast, Allyson answered, "Yes." She was wondering just
what she'd gotten herself into.
Stefan answered, running his hand between her legs, pulling her soaked
panties between her lips. "You see, I like to show my women,
especially ones like you, that no matter how clever they may be, they
still have their proper station. It is important for them to know what
that is. And I don't believe you do.
Yet." Stefan smiled and ripped away Allyson's panties.
Again, she gasped, and tried to pull her legs together. Stefan turned
her around and pushed her toward a desk in the room. He bent her over
it and thrust up inside her without warning.
Allyson cried out. Although she was still very wet from before,
Stefan's fat prick stretched her to the limit. Allyson was a little
scared, being handled so roughly by this stranger, but despite that,
she found herself responding. Stefan did not get too deep, but his
girth caused a wonderful friction in her cunt. Quickly, Allyson was
losing herself in the role of hired whore again. She gripped the edge
of the desk and thrust back at the foreign businessman.
see, Alex, you all like to be shown your station," he grunted. He
was fucking Allyson hard and just could not last longer than a couple
of minutes in her tight pussy. He grabbed her garters, riding the
bucking woman, then with a grunt, pulled out, blasting jizz all over
her ass and back. Allyson's ass twirled, craving more cock.
collapsed onto the bed and hearing that, Allyson straightened from the
desk. It wasn't fair. The fucking felt great, but was far too short.
She turned to look at Stefan, who lay panting on the bed. She supposed
she should be grateful that it was over so quickly.
Alex," Stefan said beckoning Allyson to the bed. Apparently, it
wasn't over yet. She'd always been of the impression that with a
hooker, the man came once and that was it. She quashed her questions
for the moment and crawled onto the queen-sized bed between Stefan's
open legs. "I should like you to help me recuperate."
bent forward, her wedding ring dangling from the chain around her
neck, and took the short, slimy, flaccid cock in her hand. It slid
easily in her fist, wet from her own pussy. Stefan pulled her pretty
brown hair half-down and twirled his fingers in it before he pulled
her head down. A hand job was not what he had in mind. Allyson opened
her mouth wide and again accepted the thick member. She sucked with
determination, with all her skill. Stefan was pulling her head down,
thrusting up. She was not used to such aggressive tactics. I know I
always just lay back and let her go to work. Allyson liked this
aggressiveness and redoubled her efforts as her drool ran down his
shaft. It was only a few minutes before Stefan was surging back to
life, his prick throbbing with thick veins. Allyson thought he meant
for her to finish him with her mouth, but that was not the case.
me, Alex," he ordered.
whore wife's pussy was so wet; she did not need to be told twice. She
climbed onto Stefan and mounted him much the same way I caught her
with Mac that fateful day. She stuffed him inside of her and sighed as
she scuttled down on it, feeling it open her wide. Allyson churned her
hips, grinding into him. Stefan
reached up, mashing her little breasts and crushed her nipples between
his fingers. Electric shocks went straight from her breasts to her
pussy. She frigged her clit and if pulsed in time to her sore nipples.
Allyson was humping forward and reached back to squeeze and fondle his
large balls. She milked him with her cunt muscles with every flex of
her hips. When she could feel his balls tightening, she eased up,
relishing her control. She decided, however, the time for subtlety was
leaned forward, pressing her breasts into Stefan's hands. She placed
her hands on his stomach, raising her pussy almost completely off him.
Stefan's face had been a mask of ecstasy, but now he looked very
curious to see what she would do next. Allyson slammed her pussy back
down, unable to stifle her cry. She was not used to something quite so
thick, the way it rubbed her clit. A pause, and she did it again. The
pauses became shorter with each plunge until Allyson rode him with a
nice steady rhythm. Stefan's hands abandoned her chest, instead
holding the flapping globes of her ass-cheeks. The friction on
Allyson's clit was most wonderful and she moaned constantly from the
mini-shocks lighting her cunt. She could have ridden Stefan this way
all night and her certainly seemed to have no exceptions. But Allyson
could tell he was on the verge of cumming. She upped the tempo, rode
him harder, more frantically. The room filled with the wet sounds of
their bodies slapping together.
Stefan, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Allyson repeated. His fingers
dug into her flesh. His hips rose from the stiff mattress to drive his
cock into her as she crashed down on him, he clit caught in the
middle. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Allyson cried,
driving onto Stefan.
was wordlessly grunting, pressing toward his own orgasm. Allyson felt
him tense beneath her and she was able to cum explosively a heartbeat
before he did. She screamed to wake the dead, rigid on top of him,
while his cock pumped what felt like an endless load of cum into her
creaming pussy. Allyson's breaths came in rasps, her body screaming in
joy. Stefan seemed to cum almost as long as she did. She had never
felt anyone cum so much. Finally, exhausted, Allyson rolled off him.
His cock left strings of cum on her thighs and stockings.
he had recovered a bit, Stefan said, "Thank you for your
services, Alex. You were quite good. I enjoyed you very much."
His tone was cold and Allyson knew what to infer from it. She climbed
off the bed and found her dress. Suddenly she felt very much like the
whore she had become. Maybe too willingly, she thought. After all,
she'd had no trouble slipping into her role or doing what was asked of
her. She wanted to get out of there; she did not even pause to clean
up. She decided to leave her ruined undergarments behind. Allyson
carried the contract into the bedroom, where Stefan signed it, then
she slipped into her dress. Quietly, she closed the door behind her.
account left me with a question. I asked my wife, while I pumped her
sore pussy from behind, "Where did the extra cum come from?"
She thrust back onto my cock and explained.
took the cab back to the garage, paid the driver and got her car. At
that point, she realized she didn't have any money left. She drove
down to the booth, where she explained things to the attendant. I was
home with the kids and could not come to get her. The attendant took
one look at the state she was in, guessed what she was up to and what
she probably was. She suggested they could probably work something
out. Allyson had already crossed the line. She was a whore now, so
what would the difference be? In for a dime, in for a dollar. And
besides, the attendant, a young, slim Puerto Rican, wasn't too bad
looking. She got on her knees on the filthy floor of the booth,
ruining her stockings and finished out his semi-hard cock. He grew
strong in her mouth. Allyson pulled down the top of her dress and he
told her she had nice tits and while he touched them. He did not last
long in my pretty wife's hungry mouth. She jacked him in her hand,
some of his cum shooting into her open mouth, the rest coating her
breasts. She fixed dress and he helped her to her feet. Oddly, Allyson
found the slutty act had made her wet anew. Anyway, he was happy to
let her out. He smiled and waved to Allyson as she drove through the
this final, unexpected part of the story was enough to push me over
the edge. What a whore my wife had become! Allyson came hard, milking
my cock. She tried her best to be quiet and not wake the kids. I
pulled out of her and pushed her to her knees. Allyson jerked my slimy
cock and popped it into her mouth. I looked down at my wife, her hair
in disarray, covered with other men's cum, eyes gleaming. Whatever she
might feel later, at the moment she clearly loved her new role.
on baby, let me have it. I know you love this. You've turned me into
your little whore. Show me how good I've been," Allyson cooed.
That was all it took for me. My cock surged, spurting into Allyson's
waiting mouth, into her hair, onto her face. When I finished, I
slumped to the floor, while Allyson scooped some cum from her cheek
and licked it off her fingers.
went to bed while Allyson showered. She crawled into bed beside me,
naked. Her pink skin was scrubbed clean and fresh. We clasped hands
and I felt her wedding ring back on her finger. We whispered 'I love
yous.' My wife was back and I loved her dearly. But my heart raced,
knowing my whore was just a command away.