The internet is an amazing thing. Not just because of the technology, or the sites and sounds, or even the porn, no the amazing thing is the way it's changed some people's attitudes, opening their eyes.

Before I go on, I better tell you a little about myself, and my dear wife. We are both early thirties, living and working in the south of England. We've been together for some time now, and while we've had rocky moments, love each other very much.

After being quite conservative in her dress since I originally met her, my wife (we shall call her Lizzie) has now started to enjoy dressing up a little. Nothing tarty, just slightly more sophisticated sexy. Her favourite being summer dresses made from thin cotton, with either slight splits up the side, or button down all the way. That way she can allow 'accidents' to happen, letting a little leg be shown off, or maybe a button comes undone, letting a little more cleavage be shown. Like I say, she doesn't show it all off, but allows tantalising glimpses to show through.

Some of this change is due to the internet, or at least her chatting in chat rooms within it. It must be something to do with the safety aspect, being anonymous, but able to be completely open if you so desire, allowing herself to explore sexuality with no 'danger'. I have never complained, in fact she knows it actually turns me on to know when she has be online chatting with a man, ok more than chatting, talking dirty, cyber-sex, sharing fantasies. I have more than often benefited from the excitement these short 'affairs' generate in her. On several occasions she has joined me in the bedroom, her pussy soaking wet, to tell me she has been 'fucking' another man online, all the time playing with her pussy. She is so hot after those times she just jumps on me, sliding her burning pussy so sweetly over my stiff cock, whispering to me how she's been a bad girl, letting a stranger fuck her, how she's sucked his cock dry.

Neither of see this fun as cheating, and it has made her feel so sexy, so I'm definitely not complaining. The only complaint I might have is, I just wish she'd take it further than just playing on the net. This might have shocked me a few years ago, but I realise I'm one of many men who are not worried about losing my lady to another, but who loves the idea of her becoming so sexual that she needs more than just my cock. Maybe I, we, need our women to be true sluts, cock hungry sex mad sluts. Maybe that's what it is, whatever it is, it's definitely me. Anyway, back to the story, as now you hopefully have a taste of the background. Well it was just another night (you've probably heard that one before, hehe), I had been reading in bed, waiting for her to come to bed, knowing full well that she had been spending the last couple of hours entertaining someone online. Last time I wandered past, Lizzie was taking her new lovers hard cock up her virgin arse, well virgin in 'reality' anyway - I wondered how many times she must have let men fuck that forbidden hole in the virtual fantasy world.

I pretended to ignore her, not wanting to ask how her evening had gone, to hear the vivid description from her own dirty talking mouth. I didn't have to wait long, feeling her hot body slide into bed beside me, letting those long soft leg slide across me, pressing her pussy against my leg.

"Mmm that's hot," I murmured, appreciating the heat radiating from her groin.

"And wet," Lizzie whispered in my ear, hand sliding under the bedclothes to find my stiffening cock, sliding those small and dexterous fingers, wet and slippery with her own juices, up and down my shaft.

"Had fun my darling?" I whispered back, smiling at the grin that spreads across her pretty face.

She swapped to using two hands on my cock, sliding the skin up and down, while fondling my balls, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh yes darling, lots of fun. I've been soooo naughty tonight, a real slut."

I'm surprised to hear hear say that word, 'slut', and somewhat pleased. I've always fantasised about my wife being my very own slut. I decide to continue the conversation, even though my thoughts have to fight the pleasure I'm receiving from her able hands, "Is that right? How bad have you been then Slut?" I almost trip over calling her slut, hoping that she was too turned on to notice or care.

"Very bad sir," she grinned, "my new man has been fucking me hard up my arse," she breathlessly told me, squirming while speaking, obviously still very turned on. "And I sucked him dry straight afterwards to thank him," she added, licking her bright red lips to tease me.

"Your new man?" I questioned, wondering if I should read anything into that. To ensure she knew I was not annoyed, I start to touch her steaming hot pussy, fingers sliding down over the damp hair, cupping it in my hand, letting a finger lazily tease the outer lips.

"Yes," she said, gasping as my fingers touch her clit lightly. "His name is Mark, he actually lives about 90 miles away," There's was more to this, I could tell, so I kept quiet listening. "He wants me to be his fuck toy, Online of course," she added - almost too late. My mind raced at the words, at the possibilities. How far could we play this game, and could it go further than just a game?

"Is that right? And does my good sweet wife want to be this nasty mans slut?". I can't teasing you while I ask these questions, my hand keeping up the touches, two fingers now dipping into your sweet tight folds, amazed at how very wet you are. "Do you want to fuck him, suck him, do anything he wants? " I leave a pause, and add, "And play with him online?" It's now or never, there's no way you could miss that - the offer, or at least the question - will she fuck him in reality?

"Mmmm yes, I do, he really got me hot, treating me like a slut, I, hang on!", you've suddenly realised what I've asked. "My god, I only meant online, you wouldn't want me acting like that in reality would you, I mean, fucking another man, kissing him, tasting his cock, " your eyes almost glaze over with horny desire, I can see that. You are unconsciously pushing your hips back at me as you speak, rubbing your pussy harder against my hand, your own hands now wanking me off hard and fast. You don't stop talking, I think I've finally unearthed your true sexual desires. "I mean, I might not stop there, I might have man after man, cock after cock."

I try not to smile too much, I don't want you to know I've been fantasising about this moment for several years now. "You might not" I agree, "you might have all the sex you could ever want. Who knows, maybe you'd sometimes have more than one man at once, gangbangs even" You body gives you away, you almost gasp as I mention gangbangs, and I realise your breathing is heavy now, almost as heavy as mine. "You want it don't you Lizzie? You want to fuck and fuck,?"

You don't answer straight away, but pull yourself up, throwing your leg across me, you straddle me, holding my cock upright, you sit down hard, impaling yourself on my rock hard slippery cock. We grunt together, both close to cumming, our bodies joined by fiery hot genitals.

"yes, yes" you cry, I'm unsure if you mean to the new life as a slut, or for the feeling my cock is sending through your body. Maybe it's both, "I want all the cocks. Can I have them all? You wont' mind, I would be a very naughty girl," you gasp, so close now.

"Yes my Lizzie, you will be my slut - and I order you to fuck around." I almost shout, feeling the pressure building, hot cum needed to erupt any moment, my hands roughly grabbing your breasts, squeezing nipples between my fingers.

"Oh god, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," you shout, ramming yourself down on my cock as hard as you can, grinding your pussy against my pubic bone, body shuddering as you do. That's far too much for me, the excitement of knowing every fantasy I have will come true now blows my mind, and my cock throbs, spunk pulsing out, flooding your pussy with my cum, leaking out between our bodies, themselves covered in sweat.

You lean forward, resting your head on my chest, breathless and weak from the release. "When do we start?" you boldly ask, already thinking of the other cocks you will sample.

"As soon as we can" I laugh, amazed how quickly you have taken on my slut wife role, one I have read so many stories about and wished could come true. "We just have to find you some likely men, some good looking guys with cocks you want to ride".

Ever since that night only a few weeks ago my mind has been a whirlwind of emotions. I'm sure you've been the same, as you've had little guilt pangs during the time, but only little ones, nothing compared to the heat that's ignited our sex sessions since. Just the thought of you picking up another man, my wife of many years, taking on a lover, taking on many lovers, has had us both fucking like horny teenagers.

We've spend several evenings playing out fantasies, our now shared fantasy of you being my 'slut wife'. I've spent time reassuring you that it won't hurt our marriage, that I'm totally cool with it - well, red hot is more like it! You seem to realise that it's not a completely weird fantasy, many couples seems to have it, and some do enjoy acting it out.

The last week we've both become more, eager, hungry. To go further than just play at the fantasy at home. I've started sitting beside you while you chat online, my hands sliding over your legs while you chat and flirt with men, finding it easy to get suitable partners who know how to have fun in the private chat rooms or on msn. We've both enjoyed that game, my hand sliding between your thighs, finding your pussy, soaking wet with excitement, as you put on a real good show for me with your 'boyfriends'. Some of them have even enjoyed it when you've told them that you are not only married, but I am there with you, touching you while you type to them. I think it's spurred on some of the rather dirtier sessions, where they've had you say more sexual things, making you call them master, calling you a dirty slut, cumming over your face, putting on a show of degrading you a little. Oh and I've noticed that when you admit to them you've never had me fuck you up your tight virgin arse, they always make sure they do it in your virtual fucking. I must admit I've enjoyed watching you play, describing to them how you are on your hands and knees, pulling your arse cheeks open, encouraging them to fuck your arse hard.

Oh yes you've certainly changed, maybe we've just unlocked that inner sexual person, breaking some rules, and freeing something animal.

Tonight we're going out - we've not mentioned it, but I do hope we can start taking this further. "So you want to try that new bar in town? It's kind of downmarket, but popular." I ask you, knocking back a beer I've helped myself too. It never hurts to have one before you go out I always think.

"Sure that sounds good. I'll be ready in a few minutes" you shout out from the bathroom. I do hope you've picked something sexy to wear, I'm hoping that you'll attract some eyes, men's eyes, in this new busy bar. They do music later on, and I know you like to dance, and the dance floor is always a great place to flirt, and be touched. If nothing else I think you could come away from tonight with a drunken grope on the dance floor, then back home to fuck and fantasise about what 'could' have happened.

While I daydream I almost miss your appearance, and I definitely would have been missing out. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy! " is all I can think to say. You've really gone to town. From your makeup, bright red sexy lips, manicured matching red nails, hair put up with a sexy curl added, through to your clothes, and boy are they hot on your body. A simple skirt, not too short, but a 'wrap around' one, and as you stride into the room the split parts a little, showing off your freshly shaved legs to midway up your thigh. A low-cut bodice type top, pushing your large breasts up and together, draws the eye to your full cleavage, where a sparkle has been added to encourage those eyes. I'm glad to see you've not decided to wear heels, as they won't help you if we do try out the dance floor.

Sliding behind you so I can kiss your exposed shoulders, I hold you close, my arms wrapping around you, feeling you shiver as my breath caresses the back of your neck, my lips nibbling your soft skin there. I breathe in, taking in the smell of your best perfume, mixed with the scent of your skin and freshly washed hair. "All the men's eyes will be on you tonight baby," I whisper, lips teasing you.

Pushing yourself back against me, I feel you grind your arse against my stiffening cock. "I hope so darling, and I hope it's not just their eyes" you giggle, pulling away from me, a devilish smile touching your lips.

"Oh is that right? You naughty girl" I laugh, chasing after you.

"Careful! Watch my hair,", you shout, playfully trying to fight me off, but careful not to try too hard.

I pin you against the wall, my hands holding yours above your head, exposing you to me. My eyes burn into yours, excitement of the moment taking over. "And you'll let those men touch you won't you my beautiful cock hungry slut, won't you Lizzie".

"Oh, yes" you stammer, heat rising in your face, feeling suddenly turned on and flustered.

"Tell me what you want Lizzie. What do you want to happen tonight?" I demand, wanting to hear it from your own lips.

"I want, I want men to look at me, to look at my body. I want them to want me, I want to fuck me. Want to touch me, right there in the pub. I want them all to want to touch me, to put their hands on me, up my skirt, touch my pussy, oh god, I'm so horny. Please fuck me!" you urge, trying to pull my hand down to your pussy.

"Oh no you don't," I laugh, whipping my hand away. "You've got to wait now. I want you really hungry for it," I grin, laughing at the consternation on your face. This must be the first time I've seen you so badly needing to be fucked.

"OK, if that's how you want it buster" you say, playfully thumping me on the arm. "but I have to warn you, I'm going to do something to ease this itch I have - and someone's going to be the lucky guy!".

"Just as long as you tell me every, and I mean EVERY detail" I reply, holding you tight as nearly whispering the last few words in your ear. "I want to know everything you do - every touch, every feeling. Obviously I'd love to watch it all, but I understand if that's not possible."

"Oh my god baby, I didn't' realise you'd like to watch me, watch me with another man." You exclaim.

'Oh dear', I think to myself, maybe I've pushed things further than you can handle. "Not if you'd feel uncomfortable with it Lizzie. It would be the icing on the cake for me, but I don't mind if it's too much. I'll," You put your fingers to my lips, stopping me in my tracks.

"Oh no!" you coo, "I've been dreaming about it. I want to be watched. Having you there with us, would be so hot. I'm soaking wet just thinking about it. I'm so glad you brought it up" you are so excited you almost jump out of your seat, eyes shining, lighting up your face.

I can't believe it, it seems like all my birthdays have come at once. My loving wife is turning into the sexual being I've only dreamed (and read) about. Any thoughts about stopping it all are quickly dismissed; the longing for a life free of hang ups and full of sexual pleasure far pushing any negatives from my thoughts.

"Well we better get going then, the taxi should be here any minute," and as if by magic, the sound of a car horn disturbs the evening. "Quick, give me a big kiss, and let's GO!" We're both like a couple of kids, giggling we set off, after a passionate kiss - possibly the last before those soft red lips of yours press against a stranger.

The pub is already busy, and the music is louder than we're used to, a thumping beat playing over the top of the busy sounds of people enjoying themselves. It's also hot - the lights and bodies heating the room. Luckily for you the clothes you are wearing are going to stop you overheating, but still the humidity is enough to quickly form a sheen of light perspiration on your breasts, the shine enhancing the already sexy cleavage. Making our way to the bar, we make sure we don't act like we're together, just friends out on a night on the town.

We buy our drinks and find somewhere to sit, a table near the back of the room, were we can keep an eye on things.

It takes a while for our eyes to get accustomed to the darkness, flashing coloured lights not helping. I lean over and half shout over the noise, "I didn't realise it would be such a club style pub".

"Don't worry, it's perfect" you shout back, grinning back at me. You motion to the dance floor, where couples are already dancing close together, hands on each others bodies. Groups of single men and women are all around, so there's plenty of chance of you finding a candidate tonight. "Go get us some more drinks, I think I could do with some more courage".

Giving a thumbs up I head back to the bar, thinking another drink is very good idea, my nerves are jangling now we're here. While waiting at the bar I glance back at Lizzie, and am amazed to see she's already caught the eye of someone. A tall well built man is chatting to you, having taken the seat I was sitting at only moments before. 'Wow they work quickly in here' I think. Good job we're here for a special reason, else I could get quite jealous I laugh to myself. Well I better bring you your drink, I just will have to start this game now,

Trying not to impose too much in your conversation, I lean over behind you and place your drink before you. "Here's your drink Lizzie. Hey who's your friend?" I smile, making sure I try not to give away our relationship.

"This is Kevin, he's just telling me that he comes in here most weeks, and I was telling him how we work together, but no-one else from our party seems to have made it this far, the lightweights." You lie smoothly, giving me the background story you must have made up some time before tonight.

"Hello mate" I say, shaking his offered hand. "Are you with anyone else?"

"Well, a few mates over there, but they seem more interested in those young girls. Hope you don't mind me joining you?"

I can see the smile on your face, and know that he's perfect. He's blond, blue eyed, the opposite to me, an I'm sure that's one attraction, someone completely different. The fact he looks fairly well built is an added bonus to you I'm sure. "No mate, make yourself at home. I'm just here for a beer or three" I joke, hoping he picks up on the comment that I'm not here for Lizzie.

I let my eyes wonder round the room, letting you get back to your conversation with your new friend, making sure I don't make my glances back obvious. It seems like you're both getting on very well, and I keep the drinks flowing, top stop the pair of you having to get up too often. After a while I can see him sitting closer to you, your legs brushing together. You move your head closer to his, half so you can hear each other better, half because I know you want to get closer to him. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest, as I watch his hand rest on your knee, touching your bare flesh for the first time. You make no move to stop him, in fact you smile sweetly at him, letting a foot trace its way up his shin.

I excuse myself for a while, rushing to the bar to get a stiff drink, the real reason so I can watch from distance, so to allow him to feel bolder, while still watching everything that might happen. I'm not disappointed, it doesn't take long for his hand on your knee to slowly start circling, tracing a slow path up your leg. You are both chatting with your faces very close now, quite obviously the talk is getting more personal, more intimate, as shown on your faces. I am torn between watching your face, waiting for the moment you will kiss, and trying to keep tabs on your legs, watching the progress of his fingers on you. Moving slightly to get a better look, I am in time to see you part your legs slightly, and I realise that he must have his hand on your inner thigh, getting so close to your pussy. I can just imagine how excited you must be, your pussy must be so wet now, the ache must be so strong, pussy needing that touch. You lean forward, bringing your lips to his, and he responds, kissing you back hard, I can see your tongues sliding together, exploring each others mouths. His hand now finds your pussy, and he must realise you are wearing no knickers. This seems to spur him on, his kissing becoming more passionate, more intense. You spread your legs wantonly now, opening them up so anyone glancing in your direction can see plenty of thigh, and see that this man has his fingers now fucking you, his arm moving in and out.

I'm watching so intently that I fail to notice that his two friends have noticed his 'conquest', and have moved closer, watching the fun. They're standing close enough that they must be able to see your pussy, and the fingers working their magic on you. I wonder what will happen, hoping the audience doesn't upset you, or their friend.

Kevin must have a sixth sense, as he breaks away from the kiss to look up, smiling at his mates. I see you finally take notice, and you go to close your legs, but your new lover fails to move his hand, and you don't put up a fight, opening them wide again, face flushing red, with a little embarrassment, but mostly with a flush of sexual excitement, knowing your most private place is on display now to three men. Not only on display, but being slowly finger fucked by a stranger.

I move as close as I dare, luckily the lights in the pub have been dimmed even more now, as the dancing hots up and the drinks flow. I can see that Kevin is introducing his friends to you, without stopping his slow fingering. You grin back at them, through eyes half closed with pleasure. Kevin even hitches up you skirt even more, so your pussy is completely exposed, inviting his friends to come closer. They don't need asking twice, pulling chairs around you, watching intently. You can see their growing erections, and can't stop yourself licking your lips while staring, making them shift on their seats, imagining that tongue on their cocks.

Because of the music you all have to talk loudly, and luckily that means I can overhear, straining to hear the words.

"This is Lizzie guys, and as you can see, she's one hot bitch. I think she's up for some fun tonight, and I'm sure she won't mind everyone joining in, will you Lizzie?" Lizzie shakes her head, obviously a little scared, but mostly turned on as hell. This is beyond even our fantasies, a small gang bang at first attempt. I realise with some sadness that I won't get to see the action this time, but I will demand a touch by touch talk through from Lizzie. The chat goes on for a few minutes, too low for me to hear now. You all seem to be getting on well, laughing and sharing drinks. Kevin removes his hand, and it is soon replaced by another - a dark haired guy this time, much shorter and stockier. You are being passed round like a toy - a horny toy. The third man is by your side, his hand sliding up you top, obviously enjoying the feeling of your soft breast. You throw your head back, body surrendering by the two sets of hands rubbing your intimate places.

If anyone looked closely, they would see a slut at the centre of three men, being used between them. My hard-on is painful, my heart beat hard, turned on beyond I thought possible. My sweet wife is becoming a wanton slut, legs spread, grinding her pussy against a strangers hand, another man squeezing a breast, rolling her nipple between his rough fingers. Kevin moves behind, kissing and licking her neck, which I know she loves. Lizzie's hands move to her 'attackers' crotches, rubbing their cocks through their clothes. She's so hot she's obviously abandoned any inhibitions, and I know when she's taken back to somewhere private she will end up fucking them all, just as we dreamed. Looking at her now, a slut, I silently pray that she'll do anything they want, including letting them fuck her up the arse, something I've wanted to do for ages. I hope they'll break it in, so I can fuck it later, knowing it's been filled with another mans spunk.

Things are hotting up in your group, your attentions on their cocks seems to be warming them up, and they have moved closer, sandwiching you between their three bodies. You are grinding against them, running your hands over their chests, down to their cocks, wishing you could release them to get your hands on them properly. You look around the room, knowing how bad you're being in a very public place, is turning you so much, you know your juices are running down your thighs, coating the fingers in your pussy. There's no way you can hold off the building orgasm any longer, being used like this, bodies rubbing against you, a tongue lapping the back of your neck, another sliding in your mouth, kissing you hard. With a groan loud enough for me to hear you cum, back arching against Kevin, pussy squeezing against the invading fingers, cum leaking over them, thighs opening and closing. Your new friends hold you tight, almost having to hold you up, as you shudder again and again, cumming like it will go on forever, heat throbbing through you body, centred on your soaking pussy, clit seeming to explode.

It takes all my self control not to cum there and then, which I really don't want to do, I've got to get home before that! It's the most open display of sexuality I've ever seen, an amazing sight coming from my very own wife. I know things will never be the same again, but I think they are taking an amazing turn.

You say something to your lovers, pushing your skirt back down in false modesty, and give Kevin a big long kiss. I wonder what's going on - surely you are not going to leave them now, before giving them the main course? You walk away, and I realise you are heading to the toilets. I better try and intercept you, to find out what's going on.

"Oh my god Lizzie, that was so amazing. You were such a fucking slut, I nearly came just watching!" I whisper in your ear when I catch you at the entrance to the ladies.

"Did you enjoy the show? I hope so, you're right, I am a slut. A cock hungry slut." You say laughing, loud enough for anyone to hear who is nearby. "You should go home and wait for me, I may be some time lover. I'm going back to Kevin's to have my brains fucked out by these three studs. I'll tell you EVERYTHING, I promise". You smile, peck me on the cheek, and turn to return to your partners in crime. I stand there, stupid grin on my face, before realising I better get home and get some sleep, as I plan to get no rest once you get home,

I get home after an uneventful taxi ride, my mind still in semi shock. A nice shock though, the realisation that my sexy beautiful wife is now the cock hungry slut I've always wanted, and is probably right now fucking not one, but three strangers. I don't think my cock has settled down the entire time it took to get home, and I ache to do something about it, needing to release some of this pent up sexuality. 'No, save it for my Lizzie' I chide myself, knowing that a quick wank will be nothing compared to fucking my wife Lizzie as she describes her gang bang.

I force myself to go straight to bed, falling asleep as images of my wife on her knees before three cocks tease me.

I'm still asleep when Lizzie returns, nearly 6am the following morning. Her appearance is now dishevelled, hair messy as if she's slept after washing it, makeup smudged, and her skirt dusty and dirty as if it's been abandoned somewhere, which it probably has.

Lizzie feels an amazing mixture of sensations. Her body is tired, very tired, and sore, her pussy and arse feel red raw, making her walk tentatively up the stairs. Her jaw feels like it will never open properly again, and her breasts, neck and thighs still can feel the places where her lovers have playfully bitten and pinched her. But the main feeling is still of raw excitement, from an evening she cannot believe has happened. Her mind is awhirl with recent memories, remembering every touch, every sensation that has racked her body in the last 7 hours. She feels deliciously complete now, a perfect slut, fucked till she should fuck no more, for now that is.

There are only two things on Lizzie's mind as she quietly lets herself into her bedroom, will her hubby Chris be angry or jealous now he's had time to calm down, and if not, how she wants to thank him for the most amazing sexual experience she's ever enjoyed. Even though she's just swallowed more cum than she's ever swallowed in a month, Lizzie knows that she wants one more load sliding down her throat, that of her loving husbands. Quickly stripping off her skirt and top, discarding them on the floor for the second time in 24 hours, she slides into bed alongside her sleeping hubby.

Reaching out for him, Lizzie finds his thigh first, and slides her hand quickly up to find his cock, pleasantly surprised that it is still hard, the end sticky with pre-cum. 'Mmmmm, I wonder if he's been dreaming about me?' Lizzie thinks to herself, licking the sweet pre-cum off her fingers. Her hubbies' eyes flick open, just in time to look into her eyes as she indulgently licks, a wicked look in her eyes. A smile reaches Chris' eyes, and Lizzie knows things are going to be fine.

"I'm back lover" Lizzie coo's, hand again stroking his stiffening cock. "and I've been so naughty, such a naughty girl" she giggles.

"Well you better tell me all about it you dirty little slut" Chris grins back, turning his body to better let Lizzie access to his cock.

"Oh Chris I will, I'll tell you every little detail, if that's what you want to hear. Do you want to here how those three guys all used my body? "Lizzie teases, her fingers sliding down to lightly tickle his balls, feeling the skin around them tighten up under her touch.

"Yes!" he gasps, "tell me everything".

Lizzie drops her head down level with his cock, and between licks she begins,

"After we left the pub we headed to the taxi rank outside, having a good laugh at what we'd just done. God I felt light headed, I had cum so hard in there, knowing that people were watching, feeling all those hands on me. As soon as we were in the car they started again, Dave - the dark haired stocky guy, well he started kissing me hard, while Kevin's hands were touching up my bum. Dave was kissing me really hungrily, sucking on my tongue and lips, it made me feel so wanted, I just had to open up my legs, hoping that someone would put their hand on my pussy - I was on fire again. I hasn't disappointed, Kevin's hands sneaked round from behind, pulling my skirt up again, and slid his fingers down my slit. God I moaned so loud then, forgetting that we had company. When I looked up I could see that taxi drivers grinning face looking back at me in his mirror, I felt so dirty, and excited. I blew him a kiss and turned round to kiss Mike - oh yes you didn't talk to him did you?" Lizzie looks up at Chris, smiling, her tongue teasing around the sensitive underside of his cock.

"No I didn't" Chris manages to reply, his body feeling paralysed with excitement. His wife, his SLUT wife, has shown her body off to even more men tonight that he knew about.

"Mmmm Mike was good, very good. He knew just how to treat a slut, rough and demanding. You know what he did? He pulled my top off right there in the taxi, god I thought the taxi drivers eyes were going to pop out. I remember hoping he didn't crash." Lizzie stops to giggle, letting her hand touch her breasts in remembrance, how it felt to be exposed in front of so many men. "Mike and Dave practically attacked me, sucking and biting my tits, god it felt so good Chris, to have two men sucking my sensitive nipples. I felt so wanton, and wanted to feel more, do anything right at that moment." Lizzie starts to feel so hot again now, recalling the night just past, smelling her husbands cock so close to her face, remembering all the cocks she's just savoured. Trying to ease the itch building in her pussy she uses a spare hand to start finger fucking herself, sliding two fingers inside her burning hot twat.

"Mmmm that's better, now where was I? Oh yes, well the taxi ride was far too short, I was hoping that the taxi man might have joined us. He didn't bother charging us, I think he wanted to get home to have a wank" Lizzie laughs, feeling so sexy having the power over men's cocks.

"Kevin lived by the river, in one of those nice flats. He played the perfect host, getting us all drinks - putting on some music. For a while I wondered if they were having second thoughts, as they were ignoring my body - which needed lots of attention right away! Maybe they didn't know how to make a move now were in a properly lighted room, a little bit unsure of themselves now. So I decided to make the first move. Standing up before them, I moved to the music, running my hands over my body, sliding up my thighs, up over my belly, and rubbing my tits though my top. Mmmm I felt so wicked Chris, I know you love to watch me touch myself, so I guessed they would too. I stripped naked, throwing my clothes behind me, my pussy was soaking, I could smell my excitement, and I'm sure they could. It was so hot in that flat, some of the heat was my own - I put on a good show, you would be proud of me. They went mad when I started licking my own nipples, pushing my breasts up to my mouth. I think they were drooling themselves, watching me cover my breasts in saliva, I made sure I was a messy eater. Then I slide my hands down my body, a light shine of sweat covering it, making my breasts shine in the light, and let my fingers tease my pussy. I stood there dancing, grinding my hips so my pussy rubbing against my hands, putting on such a sluttish show. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back, giving into the sensations that flowed through my body as my fingers slid inside, feeling the juices run down them. I couldn't help myself, I was just so horny, putting one hand to my face, breathing in my own scent, I licked my fingers, drawing gasps from my audience. They could see I liked the taste of my own pussy, and I bet they were imagining me lick their cocks clean after fucking me.

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see them standing there naked before me, and I nearly fell over!" Lizzie giggles to herself, remembering how she felt weak at the knees seeing three naked men ready to take her, their rock her cocks pointing directly at her, their owner's hands slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth over the blood engorged heads. The memories stir a hunger in her, and for a while the only sound is the sound of Lizzie sucking noisily on her husbands cock, trying to force it deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"God Lizzie, you better slow up, or I'll never hear the rest of this story" Chris laughs, torn between letting Lizzie suck him off right then, or holding off until the climax of her adventures.

"Aww, I guess so. I just needed your cum" Lizzie wistfully replies, giving her mans cock one last lick before going back to slowly wanking him, continuing her story.

"Oh Chris, they wanted me so bad, and I was going to give them everything they wanted. I felt such a slut at that moment, hungry for cock, willing to let them do ANYTHING to me."

"Anything?" Chris asks, looking into Lizzie's eyes.

"Yes, anything. I knew right then that my life was about to change, you do want me to be a cum slut don't you?" Lizzie almost pleaded, and receiving a warm smile from her husband, she continues, "They didn't lose any time then, I think I'd driven them wild. Mike was rough, pushing me down onto the floor, holding my hair as he forced my face to his cock. He rubbed his cock all over my face, leaving trails of pre-cum over my cheeks and lips, teasing me, letting my tongue catch it then pulling it away. I was concentrating on this so much I was surprised when my thighs were pushed apart by Kevin, spreading my long legs wide open. He didn't take any time, pushing his tongue deep up into my wet hole, making me gasp. Oh fuck my body was on fire Chris, that mouth sucking on my cunt, licking me out, a cock now pushing against my lips, forcing it's way into my mouth. Not to be left out, Dave grabbed my tits, kneading them between his rough calloused hands. He was almost hurting them, but it felt so good, the sensations mixing with the tongue now lapping my clit.

I was panting Chris, like an animal, my orgasm building in me, and I couldn't fight it. They knew I was out of control, calling me a slut, a dirty whore, and I loved it. Kevin forced his fingers in my eager cunt, his soft tongue teasing circles round my swollen clit, and I cried out, waves of heat wracking my body, oh fuck yes, I came so hard. "

Chris almost came then, Lizzie's wanking jerking his cock hard, while she stared into the distance, body flushed red, grinding her pussy against her hand, so caught up in the memory. After a few moments Lizzie came back to reality, leaving his cock to recover.

"Oops sorry Chris , getting carried away, and I've not got to the good bit yet" she grinned, reaching for the baby oil they kept on the bedside table, she poured some into her hand, warming it, before sliding her hand over Chris's straining cock, smothering it in oil. "Does that feel good baby? I hope so. I would let you fuck me, but I'm so sore from what happened next, "

Chris's mind was reeling, how much further did she go? He didn't have to wait long, so he settled back and let Lizzie continue her gentle slippery wanking, while she whispered erotically into his ear.

"Oh baby, you won't believe what happened next. I made Kevin lay down, his cock needed attention, they all needed attention. Kevin's cock was the biggest, not massive, but very thick. I sat astride him, holding his cock up straight, then slowly, so slowly lowering myself down on him, my wet pussy opening up easy to take him. Mmmm he stretched me Chris, opened my pussy up so good. I felt like I was being impaled. I started to fuck him, sliding up and down his pole, hearing him grunt with pleasure as I gave myself to him. I know the other two guys were watching closely, eyes on my arse, seeing Kevin's thick cock being sucked into my tight cunt, the lips stretching around his hardness, leaving the skin slick with juice. I wanted more, to do things I'd seen in porno's, so I naughtily turn round and asked the audience if they saw anything they liked. I asked if either of them wanted to take my other hole, if they wanted to that is. Mike jumped like he was shot, rushing forward, using his spit to wet his cock, he eased himself behind me. Oh god I was ready for this - I knew it might hurt, but I didn't care. I held myself still as I felt Mike's cock head touch my brown hole, slowly applying more pressure. The cock in my pussy was sending shocks of pleasure through me as it twitched, so I concentrated on that while the cock behind me pushed ever harder. I think I was whimpering has mike forced the swollen glans inside my most forbidden hole, oh god Chris I felt so dirty right then. Mike was calling me a slut as he forced his cock inside me, inch by inch his cock opened me up, my arsehole burning, turning into pleasure.

I only realised he was fully in when I felt his balls pushing against me, my insides felt, so wonderfully full. I had two hard cocks feeling me completely, rubbing against my insides, stretching me open. Oh then they started thrusting, just able to move, my tightness squeezing their cocks. There was only sounds of fucking now - hard breathing and animal cries. My body started shaking, I think I was cumming continuously now, breath gasping as they impaled me.

Dave moved round in front of me, he was wanking his cock hard, just inches from my face. I kept trying to lick it, trying to get a third cock in me. He grabbed my hair and rammed it home, almost making me chock on his cock , pushing it to the back of my throat. I didn't care, I wanted to be used, I wanted to drown in the sensations. Our bodies slapped together, sweat pouring down me, sliding down my chest, droplets falling onto Kevin below me. It made it so slippery, skin on skin, rubbing, sliding together. Four animals fucking together Chris, I was in heaven. Mike was thrusting harder and harder, not caring if he ripped my arse open, and I wanted more, wanted it harder. He cried out, his body tensing, and pulled out suddenly, my arse feeling open to the air, crying out for more cock. Oh then he came, all over my back, spunk running down into my still open arsehole, oh I came screaming then, his spunk cooling in my burning hot arse.

My cunt contracted around Kevin's cock, milking him, squeezing him so tight, he couldn't take it anymore, and I felt his cock explode in me, filling my wet hole with his creamy cum, again and again I felt his cock twitch, spunk running out my pussy around his cock. I could now concentrate on the cock in my mouth, I wanted that cum badly, I needed to taste it Chris. I wanted all his spunk in my mouth, and I got it. Looking into Dave's eyes I silently implored him to cum, my hand now massaging his balls, wanting to squeeze every drop from them.

I think he knew that my arse and pussy were already full of cum, and knowing that drove him over the edge, his cock pulling out so just the head was in my mouth, my fingers wanking him onto my waiting tongue. His first shots covered my teeth and tongue, then I pulled him out so I could catch his cum on my face, letting it drip over my tits. He looked amazed that I wanted his cum all over me, knowing me for the slut I am."

With those last words Chris's world exploded, his iron will giving in. The build up in his balls could be held back no more, and he let out a sigh as his orgasm shook him, thighs pushing up against Lizzie's hand, arc after arc of his jism shooting over her fingers, falling on his belly. Lizzie looked down almost in surprise, her fantasy so strong she'd forgotten she was wanking her husband. She took no time to see to him though, her tongue sliding down his chest, to capture his still warm spunk, licking it off his heaving body.

"Mmmm Chris, just what I wanted". She murmured, spunk still half filling her mouth.

Chris almost passed out right there, his dreams finally realised.