It was fortuitous that Allen appeared on the scene almost immediately after Bill moved (permanently as it turned out) to Europe, and a coincidence that, as with Bill, he first met Betty at an otherwise innocuous social event. However, that’s where the similarities in circumstances ended. Allen, unlike Bill, was married. His wife was, as we learned later, aware of his dalliances with other women. She hardly approved, but the marriage was maintained as much for appearances as for any other reason. Nevertheless, unlike Bill, Allen was constrained in a way that needed to be worked around. In addition, Allen didn’t live anywhere as close to us as Bill (across the street). Thus, the ready proximity to my wife that Bill enjoyed did not apply in Allen’s case. This also meant that we no longer had access to a venue such as Bill’s house - a bedroom with the hooks in the ceiling and a basement that could be used in all manner of ways. We could make some adjustments in our home, but, because relatives visited frequently, they could not be permanent. Finally, although Allen surely enjoyed using my wife as a sub, he had minimal experience with the D/s lifestyle or with another man’s wife (his dalliances had all been with unmarried sweet young things’). So my wife was a new adventure for him and an opportunity to realize a fantasy or two that might otherwise go unrealized.

This latter fact meant that unlike our relationship with Bill, who took the early lead in training, this time around I was much more in sole control. This suited me fine since, in the quests for new twists in our sexual adventures, I had set out to make Betty a more formal submissive at home.

Allen intended to be a quick study, as that first night demonstrated (recall his instruction that my wife make herself cum in the car as he drove her to his house). This presented me with an interesting way to use her. When he had her to himself, I’d suggest to her how she should be used, and she’d have to convey those suggestions to Allen. My initial instruction, in fact, was to require that she agree with the statement: If I tell you that I want you punished in a specific way for some offense, you will tell him precisely what I want. It might seem that I should prefer to punish her myself. But making her convey my wishes required that she unashamedly reveal herself as a sub slut. And if he had any hesitation about how far he could go in using her, I wanted him to know he had a relatively free hand. I also wanted him to know that my wife’s status was not merely play but a part of a serious immersion into the dominance/submission lifestyle and that when I shared my wife, I shared her fully.

At this point the reader might wonder why a husband such as myself with a young sexy wife sometimes preferred to loan her out rather than be there to watch her being used or to participate in fucking her. Don’t misunderstand me: I did enjoy watching and participating. But as a part of the variety I required in our sexual lives, I also very much enjoyed simply knowing she was being fucked and used hard. Part of that enjoyment was in the sense of control I experienced in knowing I could freely loan her out and in seeing her acquiesce to my decision. It was one way of telling her that I could have her fucked by anyone, anytime. Another part of my pleasure was in the opportunity it gave me to let my own imagination run wild, trying to picture her varied reactions to being used by whoever she was with, and imagining how she might be being used that very moment. And finally, my pleasure also derived from knowing that once she had been loaned out, her sense of her state of helplessness was greater without me there. I don’t suppose that every husband who shares, hopes to share or fantasizes about sharing his wife holds this same preference. But that, in any event, was mine.

Whatever the ultimate source of my pleasure, I decided to give Allen a relatively free hand in using her. Moreover, because of his circumstances, I left it largely up to him when he could use her. In any event, after the first night he had her, we didn’t hear from him except in a cursory way for a little more than a week. Both of us were a little disappointed at first since my wife reported that while he had fucked her good that first time, he was a complete gentleman and never made her feel like a common whore or slut. But eventually he did call. I answered the phone and he asked Is your wife available this weekend?”

Perhaps I surprised him when I asked in return Yes, of course . do you want her for the entire weekend or just a day or so?”

After hesitating for a bit, he replied Well, if you’re willing, I’d like to have her for another night . Friday night until Saturday morning?”

Allen sounded hesitant in that request, assuming perhaps that I reserved the weekends for myself. But I answered not a problem . what do you plan to do with her so I can have her dress appropriately?”

“I’m driving down to late Friday for dinner with some of my old drinking buddies from years back when I was in law school. We get together several times a year, mostly to stay in touch, get away from the wives and be bad boys’, which usually amounts to little more than going to a strip club to gawk. Girlfriends and mistresses, though, hardly fall into the category of wives and we’ve each brought a companion in the past. In any event, since dinner usually begins and ends late, I spend the night at a hotel down there and return in the morning. Let me suggest, then, something sexy and erotic, but not wholly slutty. She can always pack something slutty if you want in her overnight bag, but there’s no guarantee she’ll wear it.”

“Ok, I think I know what would be appropriate,”I said, envisioning immediately her long slinky blood red skin tight gown that, from the front at least, covered her fully . no plunging neckline here . but with a slit high up her thigh on the side and a back that draped seductively to within an inch or so of the crack of her ass. Add a pair of her 6" platform heels and dangling earrings (but no bra or panties of course) and she’d be an image of erotic elegance: Not slutty, but with a strong hint of someone who could easily be judged a high priced call girl. Or, in the arms of someone nearly twice her age, definitely a mistress. As for what would go in her overnight bag, a sheer nitie would of course be essential, along with one of her ultra short cowel-necked dresses that made it virtually impossible for her to keep her tits fully covered when she sat or walked.

Not to belittle the erotic quality of her gown as compared to her micro-mini, the men reading this story should be able to envision a woman with just-the-right-figure in a tight stretchy dress that clung to her figure so as to leave little to the imagination as to the form of her tits and size of her nipples. And when seen from the back, the eyes had a difficult time deciding whether to focus on a fabric that hugged her so tight it conformed fully to the shape of her ass to the back of her thighs, or to the fact that the dress’s back plunged so provocatively low. The single message given by it from the back, then, was fuck me here’. Indeed, when Allen arrived Friday to pick her up, his one word comment said it all: Delicious! Her wardrobe, though, was missing one final touch. Unsure of when or whether he’d want her to wear it, I handed Allen one of my wife’s suede collars . a simple one in red to match her dress that was no wider that an inch, but that nevertheless had the requisite chrome ring hanging conspicuously in front. Rather than pocket it, though, he immediately walked up to her and buckled it snugly around her neck. Allen, apparently, had no intention of letting those who saw her think she was anything but his trophy play thing, and an unashamed submissive one at that!

Again I have to say how it feels to see one’s wife dressed erotically when sending her off with another man, knowing he intended to make her his fuck toy. To be blunt, it’s erotic as hell, and always left me with an instant hard on. Allen’s unapologetic intention to display her as a fuck toy added a full arousing dimension to things. In my view (based on a number of conversations with other husbands), a husband who shares or fantasizes about sharing his wife(and I exclude those couples who swing, wherein the husband fucks the counterpart of whoever is fucking his wife) generally wants her treated as a sub slut. Allen was making it clear that he wanted my wife to be seen as such by others. She wasn’t going to be presented to his buddies as some wayward housewife who was simply cheating on her husband; she was a sub and a slut whose husband wanted her fucked. I knew then that I’d most definitely be spending the night letting my imagination run wild as to how and to whom she was being displayed, and how she was being used. My mind would most definitely be occupied by images of the expressions on her face or the convulsions of her body that invariably accompanied a cock exploding inside her. And I could only guess at how she’d be treated at dinner, with everyone aware that she was a Allen’s unashamed fuck toy. No need to be subtle with her. Would Allen humiliate her in some way perhaps suggesting to the waiter that she was there to service all of them later that night? Would her command her to finger her cunt and cum at the table so as to demonstrate her submissiveness and shamelessness to his buddies? Would his buddies fuck her, and if so, how would they fuck her? None of this .the certainty and uncertainty . might have afforded me the same pleasure as being there to see her treated as a slut, but the speculation and anticipation of things was always pleasurable and erotic nevertheless.

I know there are a great many husbands who have a difficult or impossible time understanding all of this. Either out of jealousy of selfishness, they either want to claim their wife’s pleasures for their own or, if they can imagine having another man fuck her, they’d insist on being there to watch or participate. I can understand all of those attitudes, and I am in now way proclaiming that the lifestyle my wife and I had chosen is appropriate for any but a handful of couples. Nevertheless, one also has to understand that all of those things that made my cock hard, made my wife wet. As she prepared to leave with Allen, she doubtlessly asked the same questions and imagined the same possibilities . not out of fear, but out of erotic expectation. Thru, she knew that by opening the door to his car and entering, she was also opening the door to the possibility . indeed, the probability . of embarrassment, humiliation, and being used in ways she might not be able to imagine. But that hardly dampened the growing wetness and involuntary throbbing in her cunt.

Once Allen had attached the collar, he couldn’t help commenting about the rings he’d seen in her cunt (labia to be precise) the first time he fucked her: I meant to ask, when did you have her pierced?”

“A few years back . thought it was incredibly erotic.”

“It sure is and caught me by surprise when I saw the rings. Do anything special with them?”

“Not really. Sometimes I’ll attach thin 6 inch chains to them which hang down and brush against her inner thighs when she shops at the mall in a long skirt, but that’s about it.”

“Interesting idea . bet that serves as a constant reminder of what’s down there for her.”

“Yes it does . tell him, slut, how it feels.”

“It keeps me wet Sir and I cum very easily then, my wife answered in an almost medical way, without showing a hint of embarrassment.

“Ever think about having her nipples pierced? Allen asked.

“Yes, but decided against it. First, for whatever reason, I find the rings on her cunt much more erotic. Second, I prefer not to go thru a long period of not being able to play with her tits while they heal . waiting for the rings in her cunt to heal was long enough. Finally, while her cunt can be hidden, that’s far more difficult with her tits and from time to time we do visit with family and I’d never want anyone there to see rings in her nipples.”

“I imagine she’s had to lift her dress on occasion to show the rings to others?”

“Yes, of course I replied matter-of-factly.

The drift of Allen’s conversation and knowing how he intended to display her to his buddies then led me to ask a logical question: Will anyone besides yourself fuck her?”

Allen and I had talked briefly about having him invite others to use her, but I could tell that my question nevertheless caught him by surprise. Perhaps he thought a more formal discussion would be required before he broached that subject. But I clearly wanted to leave the door open for him to use her to full advantage. I knew the social and professional circles he traveled in, which included high priced lawyers and well-to-do clients, and there was no reason to assume that she’d be anything but safe physically if shared among any subset of them, including his law school buddies. The thought, moreover, that she’d be made a slut for such a clientele held its own erotic attraction.

“To be honest, I’m not sure. But I’ll admit it would definitely be erotic to watch her being used as a total slut by all of us he dryly admitted a sentiment with which I could hardly disagree. While each of us on occasion has been accompanied by someone other than our wives to our little dinners, no one has ever shared what they had. But then again, no one has ever brought someone quite like your wife!”

Not wanting to drop the subject, in part because my wife was compelled to stand there and listing to us talk about her in such a straightforward way, I added yes, it is erotic . the little slut loses all control when she’s shared with a group of men. And then turning to her I added don’t you?”

“Y . yes sir, I do, she replied with a touch of embarrassment borne of the need to so explicitly reveal that she’d been pleasured by more than two cocks at a time. In explaining that embarrassment, one has to keep in mind that she’d only fucked Allen once . or rather, for one night. It might seem that after all the different ways she’d been used, including being made a true whore, she’d not blink an eye at letting someone know she became a total fuck slut and had been shared among a group of men. But I suppose that someone in my wife’s situation . a wife who has to pretend at times to be the perfect prim proper and someone naive housewife always retains some degree of embarrassment at explicitly acknowledging what they have enjoyed, what they have allowed themselves to do. It might also have been the case that her show of subtle embarrassment was for my benefit, knowing I enjoyed it.

“If Allen wants his friends to fuck you, you will of course, let them, won’t you?”

“Yes Sir, I will.”

My final questions sought to give Allen a hint as to how far he could go in using her: And if Allen or his buddies wanted to spank or whip your ass, you’d of course surrender to their wishes, right?”

“Yes Sir, I would.”

“And you’d probably cum when spanked or whipped by them, correct?”

“Yes Sir, I probably would.”.

As I asked and she answered those last two questions, I walked over to the diningroom sideboard and retrieved a leather leash. Clipping it to her collar, I handed the end to Allen and said simply Here, take the slut and enjoy her . She’s yours until tomorrow.”

Without batting an eye, Allen took the leash and began leading her out the front door with a simple nod of thank you’. I can’t say whether any of our neighbors saw him leading my wife to his car. I like to think that some did . living on the edge in that way had become something I’d learned to relish. And after all, she had never fucked anyone but Bill from the neighborhood and perhaps there were others around who might like to use her. As I contemplated that possibility and with my cock still hard, Allen drove off . but not before I saw him thru the window having her hike her gown up so that, as I later learned, her cunt and cunt rings would be in full view as he drove.

As many times as I had sent her off to be someone’s slut, her time away always dragged. And no matter what else I did, my mind returned to thinking about her, with my cock staying hard as I imagined what she was doing or what was being done to her. But one thing was certain when she returned, I’d get every detail if not from whoever had her, then from her. That was always a requirement: Who she fucked, how often they fucked her, how they fucked her, where they took her, what she wore, how much she liked it or didn’t like it, and so on. This time was no different. Allen brought her back to the house mid-morning the next day, leading her from his car as he had taken her . by the leash attached to her collar. But now she wore the slut dress that I’d packed in her overnight bag. Did you enjoy her? I immediately asked as I let them in the front door.

“Most definitely. She’s a fantastic fuck, a fantastic slut. I only wish my wife were like her. Then turning to her he said Tell your husband what I told you to tell him.”

“I have Allen’s cum in my ass right now Sir. He fucked me in my ass before we left the hotel this morning and he told me to keep his cum in me until I got home.”

“Very good, but now wanting a complete description of her experience, beginning with the beginning, I asked . and did you enjoy dinner and your night with Allen?”

“Yes Sir, I did . very much.”

“Give me a few details slut I commanded.

“Well, after we checked into the hotel, we didn’t have much time and had to leave immediately for the restaurant to meet Allen’s friends . three of them.”

“And who did he say you were . how did he introduce you to them?”

My wife blanched a little then when replying: He told them I was the married slut who’d been loaned out by her husband for the night . his personal fuck toy for the night.”

“It sounds like they already know you were coming? I said while looking at Allen.

Allen jumped in and answered, yes, I called ahead . didn’t want to totally surprise them. After all, it isn’t every dinner with them that I bring someone like your wife with me he said with a grin.

“So they knew you were there to be fucked by Allen and perhaps even by them? I asked, already knowing the answer, turning back to my wife.

“Yes Sir, they did.”

“And their reaction when meeting you?”

“They told Allen he had excellent taste . that I looked yummy and that they were jealous. And then with her eyes dropping to the floor, she added . but Allen told them not to be jealous. They could have me too if they wished.”

“Nice, I replied, and turning again to Allen, asked so you shared her with your buddies?”

“Yes, later . but not until after dinner of course.”

“How was dinner, slut? I asked.

“It was very good Sir, although the men talked mostly about business . some of the cases they were involved with at the time.”

“So you just sat there not saying much of anything? How did you feel?”

“Yes Sir I did . and how I felt? I .I don’t know Sir. At times I felt like a whore, knowing they were going to fuck me soon. But at other times . well . I . I was wet . I was horny, Sir.”

I’m not sure any husband can imagine his wife in a circumstance like that, answering my questions as she did. But she was now well trained and she acted and answered accordingly. Those of you who still have a hard time imagining such things for yourself also need to keep in mind that as a well trained sub, my wife was like a lightbulb who could be turned off and on at will . . or more specifically, who could move in and out of the role of sub slut on command. Thus, in our everyday interactions at home, she and I might appear to be a normal married couple . her telling me it was time to take out the garbage or chiding me for not having lifted the toilet seat earlier and me telling her to add one thing or another to her grocery list or making a suggestion, after she raised the subject, as to what gift to buy someone for a birthday. Of course, in all of this an onlooker would have seen one thing that wasn’t quite normal my wife would only be wearing a pair of heels, her collar and a plug in her ass with the tail hanging out of it. A simple change in the tone of my voice or referring to her as slut or whore would immediately put her into sub mode’. Allen stood there, enjoying the conversation . enjoying seeing my wife be a submissive slut for me, answering whatever questions I asked with only a touch of embarrassment, knowing she was probably growing increasingly wet in the process. And where did they take you after dinner? I asked.

“Allen drove me back to the hotel and they followed in their cars. We all met in the lobby and immediately went to Allen’s room.”

At that point Allen interjected, I have to tell you, my friends had never met a wife like yours . totally unashamed about her sexuality and the fact that she was a shared wife.”

“Well, I commented. maybe that’s because those of us who have such wives have to be discrete and no one knows which ones we meet are sluts both in and out of the bedroom. Perhaps there are a lot more wives like mine, and surely many more who would like to be like mine if given half the chance. Then turning to Betty I told her to proceed with the description of her evening.

“I can’t remember all of it Sir . it got pretty intense. But after we all got to the room, Allen turned on the radio to some station that played only music. He then told me to dance for the men.”

Allen interjected I’d have had her do a striptease, but there wasn’t much to strip. But I knew the guys would appreciate watching her. Hell, I did! They as well as I had a hard time keeping our eyes off her all dinner. It was pretty damned erotic watching her move slowly, running her hands suggestively up and down her body, cupping her tits. It didn’t take her long to really get into it, dancing like a stripper. Guess it pays to have some experience there, he said with a laugh. It wasn’t long before Frank got up to dance with her in about as erotic a way possible, holding her by the ass, pulling her against his bulging crotch while saying things like this slut’s hot, then asking her you want my cock, don’t you honey? And she clearly was hot by then, not hesitating to answer yes’. I have to tell you . Frank seems a pretty conservative guy in the office . button down shirts and a complete air of professionalism. But your wife clearly had him turned him on . and vise versa.”

“Guess Frank was about to enjoy himself?”

“We all were. I got up, stood behind her and slipped the shoulder straps to her dress over her shoulders so that the dress slipped to the floor, leaving her there in collar and heels. None of the guys except me, of course, knew she had a pierced cunt, but once they saw it they knew there would be few limits to how she was fucked. Frank, in fact, reached down and, sticking a finger in her, said something like this bitch is wet.

“I don’t doubt that she was. She knew why she was there and what was expected of her. Then turning to my wife I asked bet your cunt was dripping then, wasn’t it?”

“Yes Sir it was . when Frank pushed his finger in I nearly came.”

“Then what happened? I asked in a way that encouraged either of them to continue.

“Things were getting pretty hot then, Allen answered. Frank dropped to his knees to lick your wife’s cunt, while I and my other two friends stripped. BY the time I was undressed your wife had her eyes closed and was holding Frank’s head, feeding him her cunt as best she could while still trying to stand. I stepped behind her, rested my cock in the crack of her ass and reached around to play with her tits. That’s when she came the first time. She just leaned back against me and began to moan and shake. Frank by then was biting her cunt and all she kept on doing was moan ohhh godddd over and over and she pushed her ass against me, as if she was asking me to shove my cock in her there. Your wife would have let anyone, anything fuck her then.”

Redirecting the conversation again back to my wife, I asked her I guess you came good with Frank eating your cunt. What happened next, slut?”

“Allen had me get on my hands and knees, straddling the bed. He then walked behind me and slid his cock into my ass while inviting the men to fuck my mouth.”

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you slut?”

“I was pretty worked up by then, Sir . yes, I enjoyed it very much.”

Allen again interjected, She was magnificent and I know my friends had a hard time not cumming in her mouth immediately. But they first wanted to feel her cunt or ass grip their cocks. Knowing that I enjoyed details, he continued: I fucked her ass as hard as I could and I swear the little slut came so hard she leaked some piss . at least I like to think so. So after I came, which didn’t take long, each took a turn with her, either her cunt or ass, beginning with Frank. I can’t tell you how many times she came. At one point she just put her head down on the bed and started convulsing from one orgasm after another as each of them fucked her. She was like a cum machine at that point. And then he added, I think that if there had been 20 of us she would have kept on cumming. But unlike a woman, we men need time to recharge . it went pretty fast and furious that first time. So we let her lay there a bit catching her breath, then told her to go fix her hair and put her makeup back on. We’d decided to take her upstairs to the rooftop lounge for a drink dressed in the slut dress you packed for her . the one she has on now. That’s quite a dress to say the least . what there is of it! In her heels and collar I’m sure everyone who saw her with us thought she was a whore, maybe the centerpiece of a small bachelor party.”

“Yes, its one of my favorites. But there aren’t too many places where she can wear it.”

“Well, the hotel’s rooftop lounge was ideal . it wasn’t too crowded since it was getting a little late and they were open only long enough for us to order one drink. But with your wife sitting there, her cunt and ass full of our cum, none of us had any reservations about asking her any question. No more BS about legal cases.”

“Oh, such as?”

“One of the guys, Carl, asked how often you have her fucked. She said that up until when your neighbor Bill moved away, it was several times a week with him and that the two of you had her fucked in a variety of other circumstances. He asked for some details and she told us of her short stint with being a whore, how Bill sometimes shared her with a few of his out of town friends as she was being shared now, and her brief career as a stripper with a lesbian lover. I had no idea your wife was such a slut . she didn’t convey that image when I met her. A sexy housewife perhaps, and maybe even an available housewife. But a whore, a stripper, a sub slut for another woman? I’d never have guessed!”

I gave Allen a brief, 5 minute history of how I first had her fucked, and how Bill set out to train her as a sub slut while teaching me about D/s. But I was still curious about the hotel lounge conversation, so I turned our discussion back to that: What else did they ask her?”

“Shortly after she answered Carl’s questions, her dress fell off a shoulder to uncover one of her tits. But before she could adjust what there was of it, Carl told her to leave her dress as it was.”

“Nice, I interjected, I do that myself sometimes when I can.”

“I couldn’t resist asking her then how it felt to be sitting there with one tit in view, and doubtlessly in view of anyone walking by. She said it embarrassed her a little but also made her hot. I have to tell you, even at my age, my cock was already hard again. Frank then asked her how far she’d go in pleasing a man. I can’t recall his specific question, but she indicated that there were few limits.”

“That must have sparked their interest?”

“It certainly did. Frank asked if she’d ever been tied up helpless and fucked. She of course answered yes, quite often. And so’, Frank continued, if we had you tied on the bed and you saw one of us taking off our belt, your reaction would be .?

I was curious as to how straightforwardly she’d answer that . . after all, she didn’t know the men she was with . but I wasn’t all that surprised when Allen reported that she said I’d get wetter Sir’. Allen went on to describe how, with a little urging, she told them that, yes, she liked having her ass fucked and whipped. Allen’s friends were a bit surprised, nevertheless, to learn how experienced she was as a sub slut. They were at the same time curious as to my attitude toward it all, whether she had been a slut before we were married, and how I had gotten her to accept letting other men use her. Several of them, Allen added, said they wished their wives were half the slut she was. I was one of them.”

Looking back at their reaction, I’m not in the least bit surprised that each of the had thought or fantasized about sharing their wives. . More than a handful of husbands have since told me they wished their wives would at least open up and be slutty when opportunities arose. I really wonder what percentage of them would have their wives fucked if they could. I did say to Allen then that there were any number of slut dress shops around and I wondered how many husbands bought their wives something in one, hoping they’d be able to get her to wear it when they went on vacation with the fantasy of getting her fucked.

“I don’t know how many of them ever visited one of those shops,”Allen admitted, but I’d have loved to have gotten my wife wearing something from one of them when she was younger . and to get her fucked as well. Hell, I’d love it if she’d fuck someone now,”Allen said with a grin. I mentioned it to her a couple of times many years back, but never got a positive response. My mistake, maybe, was that I wasn’t persistent.”

“Well, I can’t tell you what migh t have been, I said with a shrug. Then, returning to the subject of my wife, I asked I assume your little question and answer session at the lounge was as much to get my wife to reveal how much of a willing slut she is as it was to illicit information?”

“Yes, it was a little of both, and I have to admit that I found the conversation quite erotic what with her sitting there in that dress with a tit hanging out. I think, in fact, that they guys simply enjoyed sitting there with her wearing that dress, catching glimpses of the waiters and a waiter occasionally looking over to our table. By the way, she did tell the guys how you arranged to first have her fucked after that New Year’s Eve party. All three said they wished they’d been invited to that party. I’m curious, by the way . how soon before then did you know she’d let you share her with the neighbor?”

“I don’t know if she told you that it took me three years to talk her into it? I then told him that, as best as I can recall, the first time she said, or circuitously indicated, that I could go ahead and arrange it if that’s what I wanted was about a month or two before the party. I knew she was attracted to Bill long before that, had flirted with him at neighborhood get-togethers, and had surely fantasized about him long before she gave me the green light to go ahead and arrange it.

“Yes, she admitted that she decided she wanted to at least try being shared well before the party, provided it was with your neighbor. But it took her time to get up the courage to tell you even though she knew you wanted it to happen. You apparently made it obvious you wanted her fucked by other men, but she had to get past her inhibitions. But after that first time . after letting Bill made her an unashamed slut housewife . she wanted more. I think she surprised both of you after that.”

“Yes, she became quite an eager little slut then. And I was surprised at how readily and quickly her inhibitions fell away. But not only did she want more, I did as well . and I still do.”

Even today its hard for me to guess at what thoughts were going thru my wife’s head as we talked about her in that way, but then I decided she should be made a part of our conversation. She was standing there, so inviting, so submissive, so erotic and slutty in that dress, so I walked over to her, put my hand down the dress’s front . a neckline that plunged to within inches of her cunt . and slid a finger into her: Did Allen’s buddies fuck you good, slut . did they treat you like the slut you enjoy being?”

My wife winced just a bit as my finger slid in, but with perhaps only the slightest sign of embarrassment, answered Yes Sir, they did.”

“So did it made your cunt drip to be taken up to the lounge on display in that dress?”

“Yes Sir . it made me very wet.”

“You like being the center of attention of a group of men . men who will fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir, I like that very much.”

“Tell me slut, what you were thinking while they talked to you and asked you questions, while one tit was hanging out for them to stare at?”

“I’m not sure what I was thinking Sir. I was trying to answer their questions, but at the same time I knew everyone was looking at me including some of the people working at the lounge. I thought that if you were there you might have had more than just Allen and his friends fuck me.”

“And would you have liked that . if everyone in the lounge had been invited to fuck you?”

“I . I’m not sure Sir. I’d never been in a gang bang. You know that the idea turns me on, and that I’d do it if you wanted me to, but I really don’t know how much I’d like it.”

“Well, maybe some day we’ll see. Then pushing a second finger into her, I changed the subject away from talking about the lounge and asked did you cum hard for Allen and his friends?”

“Ohh . she gasped slightly in one of those staccato gasps that a woman makes when being made hot, yyyy . yesss, I did Sir.”

Pushing harder and twisting my hand while pressing my thumb against her clit I commanded show me . show me how you came for them!”

She steadied herself, letting the pleasure in her cunt build as I continued to push up hard, rubbing my thumb more forcefully over her clit until, with a slight tremble, she let out a soft moan Ohhh . o . ohhhh . as an orgasm began to move thru her.

I could feel her weight sag against my hand but that only led me to push up harder still: Cum you little slut . I want to see what a slut you are . what a slut you were . Cum! I commanded.

“Ohhhhhh. was all she could say as her cunt contracted around my fingers.

Removing my hand, I let her orgasm subside and then asked I imagine that they soon enough took you back to the room to fuck you?”

“Y . Yesss . Yes Sir, they did, she said softly, catching her breath.

“And how did they fuck you this time?”

“They . they had me lay on the bed like last time, and without taking my dress off two of them used their neckties to tie my wrists to my ankles. My cock, of course only got harder hearing that, knowing how vulnerable that made her . and how hot she gets when helpless. And then she continued . then someone shoved his cock in my cunt. I think I came right away Sir. Whoever it was had a large cock and he fucked me pretty hard.”

“That was Frank, Allen interjected. He has us all beat in the size dimension.”

“Stretched her cunt good did he? which was more a rhetorical question than anything else, since I already knew the answer. Then what happened slut?”

“One of the men used his necktie to gag me, and I knew that they were going to whip me.”

“And that made you hotter still, didn’t it?”

“Yes Sir, it did. Frank pulled out of my cunt without cumming and as soon as he did someone hit me on my ass with his belt.”

Again Allen interjected: That was me. If anyone was going to redden her ass it would be me. At first I gave her a few moderately light slaps, but her reactions to that seemed muted. So I gave her a really scorching blow and I think it was a good thing that she was gagged since even with it you could hear her garbled scream. I gave her another, and her body jerked like the first time but her scream seemed much more garbled. Then with the third whack . well, holy shit, I could tell . the little slut came! After that I told one of the guys to take the gag out of her mouth . decided to take the chance she wouldn’t scream any more. And I was right! With the next crack of my belt her whole body shook but instead of a scream, she just moaned and groaned from the orgasm she was having. She really is a pain slut, isn’t she?”

“Yes . she always responds to a whipping.”

“I backed off then, though, since her ass had gotten pretty red and we all still wanted to fuck her. So we untied her, Frank got on the bed and we told her to mount him and ride his cock. I’ll tell you, that was one hot scene, seeing her totally lose it riding him. If she could have she would have had him push it up into her gut. And she didn’t slow down until she’d drained Frank totally. Then it was my turn but while she was riding me . and I’ll tell you, it took a supreme effort not to cum the minute her cunt swallowed my cock . my colleague Jonathan wanted to dp her. So he bent her forward and pushed his cock up her ass. If I thought she cam before, I didn’t know what hard was. She went absolutely wild humping me. A couple of times she became so animated that my cock slipped out of her, but she just paused a few seconds for me to shove it back in. She wanted it bad!”

“You always enjoy that, don’t you slut . having a cock in your cunt and one in your ass at the same time?

“Yes Sir, I do.”

“I came pretty fast with that, Allen continued, and so did Jonathan. That left Carl. Unfortunately, he wasn’t too interested in fucking a cunt or ass that were already full of cum, so he settled for having her suck him off and making her swallow it all.”

“And was that it? I asked.

“Not quite. But you know, we aren’t the youngest guys in the world. I don’t think we qualify as hot studs he said with a smile. But I have to tell you, watching your wife ignited even this old fire. Each of us had already cum twice that evening, which in all likelihood, is once more than normal. However, watching her sucking off Carl actually got my cock hard again. So when she was done with him, we sent her to the bathroom to clean up, although I told her to return wearing only her collar, leash and heels. She was gone for maybe 20 minutes, and each of us decided we wanted one last go at her.”

“I guess she was serious when she said you guys gave her a good fucking, I commented with a smile.

“I think we did . I hope we did. In any event, as soon as she came out of the bathroom, Frank, who seemed to be the most animated of all of us, stepped behind her, reached between her legs, pulled up the leash between her legs hard while holding her hair so she couldn’t bend forward. Frank held her like that, almost on her tip-toes, and invited any of us to feast on her tits. Carl was there faster than the rest of us and he began immediately sucking, then biting her tits. Frank by then was calling her all sorts of names . slut’, cunt’, bitch’, whore . and once again, she came.”

I didn’t want all of the description of the night to come from Allen, so, interrupting his dialogue, turned to my wife and asked her what happened next, whore?”

She’d been standing there quietly again while, but as soon as I commanded her to continue with the description of the evening, she spoke: Carl told Frank to give him the leash, saying that he hadn’t yet had his chance to fuck a clean slut. He . he led me over to the bed . he pushed me face down on it with my feet still on the floor, and . and he immediately pushed his cock into my ass.”

I could tell that her recounting of events was keeping her hot, so I demanded to know what happened next.

“He sttod me up . without pulling his cock out of my ass he stood me up. He asked if anyone wanted to eat my cunt or suck my tits . “And .?”

“I think it was Jonathan who came over, got on his knees and began biting my tummy while squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. He squeezed really hard, Sir.”

“And did the two of them make you cum again?”

“Yes they did, Sir . I couldn’t help but cum.”

“The little slut cums all the time, Allen interjected. I have no idea how many times she came.”

I assume Carl filled her ass with his seed?”

“Well, I’m not sure he exactly filled it . we were all running low to some extent you gotta realize, he said with a grin. But he did pump into her whatever he had.”

“Then what happened, whore?”

“Jonathan threw me down on the bed, on my back, got on top of me and fucked my cunt till he came . Sir.”

Turning to Allen, I asked . or rather stated in the tone of a question, That left you and Frank?”

“Yes, and I decided to do her next before Frank did her. He was ready to go, but I wanted her before he finished her off with that cock of his. She hadn’t sucked me off fully yet, so I decided to go that route, with me laying on the bed and her kneeling between my legs. That actually, though, turned out to be a dangerous thing to do. I’m afraid that with her ass in the air, one of the guys . Frank . couldn’t resist giving her some whacks with his belt. Damn good thing she’s well-trained, because she might have bit off my cock given how hard Frank whacked her. But instead I think she went to scream with that first whack and my cock slid into her throat. Frank gave her another whack and, given how hard she was gripping the sheets I could tell she was gonna cum. And that’s exactly what she did with the third whack, gurgling and half-gagging around my cock. That did it for me . I came again while she did the same.”

“Nice . and I know the slut gets off from being whipped.”

“She sure does. I actually had to lift her head to get my cock out of her throat and mouth and roll her over to get out from under her. The little slut, I think, was still cumming when I did that . or at least she wasn’t with us’.”

“So now, finally, Frank?”

“Yes. He centered her on the bed on her back, grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs in the air, and drove his cock hard into her cunt. Then he just banged away, shaking the bed as he did. I don’t know if she had a coherent thought in her head then . her eyes weren’t focused on anything but each time Frank drove into her . and he was really slamming her . she’d let out a gasping grunt. She was past screaming, but you could tell her body was still responding to the hard fucking. Frank must have banged her 30 times, and not once did the expression on her face change . mouth open, eyes focused on nothing, a gasping moan with each thrust. It wasn’t possible to tell when each of her orgasms began and ended, but she was clearly having them, one after the other. The little slut was getting one hell of a fucking . heck, it had already gotten one heck of a fucking . and she was still cumming.”

“Do you remember the fucking Frank gave you, Slut? I asked.

“No Sir . well, sorta, but not clearly.”

“But you enjoyed the fucking he gave you?”

“I must have Sir . I think I remember how big he was in me.”

“So Allen, was that it for her for the night?

“Yes, despite having such a willing fuck toy at our disposal, we were all pretty pooped. So the guys all headed off to their rooms and, quite simply, your wife and I went to sleep. Actually, she hadn’t moved much from where Frank had fucked her . she just went to sleep. We saw Frank in the morning at breakfast, but the Carl and Jonathan had to get home as soon as possible so they left by the time we got up. I was tempted to let Frank have another go at her, but decided that I wanted her that one last time to myself before checking outl. I made some excuse to him . he surely wouldn’t have said no to any offer, but I suspect there will be other times. I’ll tell you, by the way, that I took her to breakfast wearing the dress she’s wearing now . she got quite a few stares. Not exactly your early-morning breakfast attire I must say.”

I had to agree with him there, and admittedly I was a bit surprised that Allen wasn’t at least a little embarrassed to be seen with my wife in that dress in the morning. It might have been appropriate for the rooftop lounge at night, but for the breakfast room in the morning? That was pushing it a little. Moreover, he was at least 25 years older than her and, dressed as she was, she was clearly NOT his daughter. But I guess Allen was enjoying his own walk on the wild side and besides, she hadn’t brought anything else to wear except for the long evening gown she’d worn to dinner. In any event, since her fucking wasn’t finished I asked so you took her back to the room to fuck her one last time?”

“Yes, as soon as we got back to the room I told her to get on the bed once again on her hands and knees. You wife has such a lovely ass and although it was still red from the whipping she had gotten earlier, I needed to put my cock in there.”

“And I’m sure my slut responded to that?”

“Oh yes . She did . as always. But since you enjoy hearing the details, I’ll tell you that I decided to give her a nice slow fucking . nothing fast, nothing too hard (except my cock of course). And although we had just chatted about normal things at breakfast . how the two of you met, where you two were from, what you teach, if she works, and so on . I decided to get her to answer some nice hot slutty questions, like you do. The little slut will answer just about anything then, won’t she?”

“Yes she will. Most women get turned on being called names when being fucked, and I’ll bet most also get turned on being asked slutty. That’s actually how I moved her in the direction of agreeing to fuck other men. Even when, in the cold light of day, she said she didn’t want to be shared, she’d readily admit, when hot, to being turned on by the idea of letting herself be a slut.”

The reader here needs to understand that throughout this description of my wife’s night with Allen and his friends, I’d been standing there with a cock straining at my pants. And so as a spur of the moment thing I decided to give Allen a little demonstration while doing what my cock wanted me to do. Get on your hands and knees on the floor, slut! I suddenly commanded.

Dutifully, of course, she did as told. Kneeling behind her, admiring her still red ass while lowering my pants, I quickly and quite easily slipped my cock into her butt hole, eliciting a long soft moan from her.

“Look at Allen, I told her. Tell him what a slut you are.”

Without missing a beat but surely with a look of pleasure on her face, she immediately answered I’m a total slut . I . I fuck whoever my husband tells me to fuck.”

Pushing my cock in deep while holding her hips, I asked and do you like it when they cum in you . When they fill your cunt of ass with their seed?”

“Y . yesss . S .Sir, I do she answered with a voice that revealed her arousal.

“Tell Allen how much you like having a cock shoved up your ass.”

“I . I . it . it feels good . oh pleaseee, she replied with a moan, stuttering as I pushed against her.

“And did you like it when Bill and I made you a whore . a real whore?”

“Yessssss. yes, Sir . I did she answered, her voice telling me she was close to cumming.

“And did you fuck men for money . did it turn you on to let them fuck you knowing they were going to pay you?”

“Yessssssss . it . it did Sir . ohhhh god.”

“Would you like to be a whore again?”

“If that’s . that’s what you . if you want . yesssss.”

Pulling my cock out and slamming it back in for emphasis, I scolded her somewhat I didn’t ask if you’d be a whore if I asked you to be one . I asked if you’d like to be a whore!”

“Ohhhhh. she moaned as my cock hit deep in her ass, YES!”

“Yes what, slut?”

“Yessss . I’d like to be . to be a whore . she answered in a trembling voice.

Pulling my cock nearly back out and slamming it back in again, And a stripper.?”

“Ohhhhh god . yssss.”

“You like having Allen watch you being fucked in your ass?”

“Ysss”

“Look at him slut, I commanded, to make sue she was making eye contact with Allen. Do you like having him watch you cum while taking my cock up your ass?”

“Yesss . oh .ohhhhh she moaned as her body began to quiver from the orgasm moving thru her.

“Cum you little bitch, cum!”

“Yessssssss”

“Cum!”

“Ohhhh . arghhhhhhh.”

And with that of course, Allen could no longer just stand there. Unzipping his fly and releasing his cock, he got on his knees in front of her and stuffed her mouth with his swollen throbbing manhood.

“Swallow it, slut . swallow Allen’s cock! I commanded.

“Mffff . she garbled as Allen’s cock stuffed her mouth, then her throat.

“Lets see if we can’t cum in her at the same time, I suggested, and Allen nodded his head in agreement.

I’ll tell you, I was super horny all night imagining my wife getting ganged by Allen and his law school buddies. And my conversation with Allen when they returned was no help at all, so it was still a bit of a struggle to make sure my cock didn’t immediately explode in her. But quickly Allen and I worked out a rhythm to our thrusts. And in less than a minute I could tell that her slurping and gurgling around Allen’s cock was part of an uncontrollable orgasms raging thru her.

With her hips trembling in the grip of my hands, she seemed even to be pushing back against me, against my cock. All I could say then was the slut’s cumming .”

“Yes she is . she is, Allen answered, followed immediately by I’m gonna cum too.”

“Me too, I moaned only seconds before my cock exploded. Cummingggg . I said.

Some of Allen’s cum, mixed with her spit, began to leak out of her mouth around his cock. I held still while the final spurts of seed left me. Once we were done and had both pulled out, she lay there, head on the carpet, ass still in the air, quivering, dress rumpled and still pushed up over her bare ass. Allen spoke first Wow, no matter how many times I fuck her, its still incredible to feel and see her cum.”

“I’ll have to admit, although I said earlier that I’ll bet there are many a housewife who wishes her husband would share her or make her a sub slut, I’m not sure how many of them actually surrender to a good fucking as totally as my wife does.”

“Was she always like this with you, even before you shared her?”

“Actually, no . she wasn’t. Before I talked her into letting herself be shared, I could actually see where sex with her could have gotten boring. I’m not saying it was boring or routine yet . but I could see how I might become that way for both of us. Giving herself to another man’s cock, though, ignited a fire in her . and me as well. I wonder how many wives are like that?”

“Guess that would be a pretty hard statistic to collect, but it sure as hell would be fun trying, Allen said with a laugh. And how could I disagree with that?