Anger Made My Wife A Slut Ch 06

Authors Note: This is another

FICTIONAL

story. All characters in the story are

FICTIONAL

with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are

FICTIONAL

.

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I woke with a start. For a moment or two I was confused. The last thing I remembered was getting back into bed with Darby. A quick look at the alarm clock brought me back to reality. It was just after 2.30 and I was alone and in my own bed. Memories of the previous evening at the strip club, in Darby's private quarters and later in his bed came flooding back and I couldn't help but smile. It had been a fantastic evening and I was dumfounded at the series of events that had lead me to feel excited about stripping for and having sex with just about any guy or group of guys that suggested it.

I remembered that I had suggested to Darby that I entertain some of his Indian and Pakistani friends and asked him to organize it for me. Knowing Darby's penchant for seeing me in action I half expected my phone to ring at any moment.

The house was quiet and I assumed that my husband was still enjoying himself with Ronnie in her basement. It had been arranged that, while I was performing a public striptease and fucking anyone who wanted it, Alan would be the subject of attention of some of Ronnie's friends.

All I wanted right now though was a shower. When I had finished I dried myself and put on my bathrobe. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I couldn't help but ask myself if I liked what I saw. Even though there were bags starting to form under my eyes and perhaps the skin on my neck wasn't as tight as I would have liked I figured what the hell, I am definitely middle aged after all.

The more important question was whether or not I liked the person I had become. I had never felt that I was comfortable being Mrs. Average Housewife. I had always had a rebellious streak in me. Hell, I had left home when I was fifteen and took up house with several friends of roughly the same age. We were all interested in partying but sex was never a priority for us. We were just free and having fun. Drinking too much and enjoying the occasional joint but just having a good time.

Fast forward five years and I was unhappily married with three kids. I loved my kids but could never figure out what I saw in my husband. We stayed together until the youngest kid was 15 and finally I told him I was divorcing him. At around the same time I found out that my job was being transferred to Toronto and, if I chose to relocate, the job was still mine. There couldn't possibly have been a better time to start life over again. My two oldest kids were working in Banff and the 15 year old relocated with me.

I ended up having to take my ex to court in order to get him to pay support for my 15 year old daughter. We fought for months in the court system until a judge finally ordered him to quite literally have a certified cheque for all the arrears and future payments to me by10 am the following morning. His lawyer delivered the cheque and actually threw it on the floor in front of me. I let the court know that the cheque had been delivered and the money was showing in my bank account and, at that moment I felt free and afraid.

The ordeal had taken its toll on me and I developed a serious dislike for the male of the species. A series of lesbian affairs followed and, even though my kids were upset and confused, I felt comfortable.

When I met Alan at a party it didn't take me long to realize that he was different. He was supportive and interested in me. I warned him early on that I was damaged goods but when he told me about the love affair that he had recently had and how badly it turned out I realized that perhaps I wasn't as damaged as I thought.

Our trip to the Niagara area was the final confirmation. On that trip we made love for the first time. The site of his naked body was a revelation to me. How much I had missed the look, feel and touch of a man. To cap it all, he satisfied me fully and completely before he entered me for his own pleasure. We slept the night entwined in each other and made love again the following morning.

After we married we went through a rough patch when he quit his job and, coincidentally, I was going through hell at my job. Our arguments had lead to a lack of sex and our lack of sex had lead to more arguments. I felt like I was on the brink of divorce again. Finally, one massive argument made me so angry that I found a black guy on the internet and had him over to our house. My husband had told me that he had a fantasy about me stripping for a black guy and having sex with him. When my husband arrived home I stripped and had sex with the black man while my husband watched.

I enjoyed it so much that I arranged several more encounters, One day my husband came home unexpectedly just as I was starting to entertain four guys. He sat and watched me suck and fuck my way through the afternoon and eventually, when he found out that I was planning a gang bang in Ronnie and Marcus' basement, he asked if he could come and watch.

That night I realized that he was still interested in and supportive of me. He realized that this was something that I loved and wanted to do.

So, did I like the person that I had become? I felt fulfilled, my husband loved me and I loved him back, our sex was better than ever and I felt free and he was secure enough to let me do what I wanted. So yes, I was definitely happy with the person I had become.

My mental parade through my past and present life was interrupted by the sound from the living room TV. Alan was home. I skipped down the stairs and gave him a hug.

"How was your evening?" he asked.

"Fantastic!" I replied.

I took him through a blow by blow account of my evening. I didn't leave anything out and saw the bulge growing in his pants. We stripped each other and fucked on the living room floor.

When I caught my breath I asked him to tell me about his evening. He told me that there were three other black girls there and, when they got down into the basement he was made to strip for them. There were four easels set up and the first few hours he was their model. If he lost his erection the ladies played with him so that he got it up again. They would take turns in posing him while they drew pictures. When they got bored with drawing he went and looked at the pictures and he noticed that all of Ronnie's were sketches of his cock and balls.

Next up was him being chained up against the wall, as I was one time, and "tortured" as I was.

He held out until Ronnie took him into her mouth. After that he was made to clean up around the house while the girls watched. They played various games all designed to focus on his cock and eventually they all went to bed. Turns out that Ronnie and Marcus' bed is huge and all five of them slept in it. One by one throughout the night he fucked all of them. He was still naked at breakfast while the women were clothed and still naked even when the doorbell rang and several other women turned up. He was told ordered to fetch and carry things for the women and serve them coffee. His final instruction was to wank himself off for them.

When the ladies had left Ronnie gave him his clothes back but kept his underwear so that she could "deliver them in person" during the week.

"Did she say when she was going to deliver them?" I asked.

"No, but she didn't think you would mind if you were there when it happened" he replied.

"No, that'll be fine." I giggled.

"I have another appointment too, just not sure what date it will be" I offered.

"Oh, what, where and when?" he asked.

"Don't know the date yet but I will be entertaining a group of Indians and Pakistanis at his hotel." I explained.

"Why Indians and Pakistanis?" he questioned.

"I don't know, it just came to me on a whim. Darby said he would set it all up for me. Want to come and watch?"

"Sure, so long as it won't inhibit you." He answered.

"No, I think it will have the opposite effect. I just hope it won't be too much for you."

"I have seen you do lots of stuff, it won't faze me." He said defiantly.

"I'm not so sure. I'm not as shy as I used to be." I chuckled.

"Good, then go all in. I want to see how much of a slut you have really become." He asserted.

We settled down to cuddle and watch TV. A couple of hours later I shook him awake. He was snoring and I suggested that we both go to bed. We hadn't been in bed two minutes when my phone rang. It was Darby.

"Are you free next Wednesday or Saturday?" he asked.

"Saturday would be better. I can't keep taking time off work."

"That's fine; I'll set you up for Saturday. How long do you want it to last?" he enquired.

"I don't care. The longer the better I guess."

"Ok, you can start around three in the afternoon and then you have as long as you want to keep them happy." He laughed.

"That's fine. How many guys do you expect?" I asked.

"Probably forty at most. We have only twenty five or so Indians and Pakistanis on staff but I have told them they can bring a friend if they want." He explained.

"That's fine. Will there be any other girls there to help out?"

"Help you do what?" he asked.

"Serve drinks and food of course." I replied.

"Ok, I'll get a couple that will fuck as well. You may need a break at some point." He pointed out. "Will you be spending the night with me?"

"Well, my husband wants to come and watch. I don't feel right not going home with him." I explained.

"No problem, I'll have some ladies for him to play with afterwards. He won't be left out." he suggested.

"That's fine. Set it up and we'll see you on Saturday."

I explained the plan to my husband and he said he was ok with it, even the part where I spend the night in Darby's bed. The week went by slowly and on the Friday Alan asked me if I was totally comfortable with the plan. He was especially concerned that I would feel awkward with him watching.

"You have watched me fuck and suck plenty of times, why would I be concerned this time?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just want to make sure that you are ok with it."

"I am more than ok; I'm looking forward to having you watch me give myself away again."

"Never heard you put it that way before. You're really into this aren't you?" he asked.

"Yep, I don't want to grow old regretting what I didn't do." I explained.

We arrived at the hotel just after two o'clock. The staff all knew me by now and they also pretty much knew why I was there again. I went through the routine of going to the reception desk and presenting myself. Alan was beside me and I whispered "Did you see me getting fucked up on this desk during the Reparations Dinner weekend?"

"I saw you getting fucked several times that weekend, can't specifically remember seeing you on the reception desk though."

I thought he was being evasive but I didn't care. It was a wonderful memory for me.

I had a look around and noticed that there were no Indians or Pakistanis on duty that I could see. A Phillipino guy lead us to the private elevator and, as usual, the butler guy was waiting for us when we arrived.

"Greetings Janice, have you come to play again this evening?" he asked.

"Certainly have! Will I see you later?"

"I certainly hope so." I replied. "This is my husband Alan."

"Oh, terribly sorry sir, pleased to meet you." Butler guy sounded embarrassed.

"What are you sorry for?" asked Alan.

"For making assumptions about your wife sir." The butler responded.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure she will accommodate you as well this evening."

I giggled nervously at the conversation. My body was being offered and I had that delicious vulnerable feeling again.

"Please come through to the living room." The butler offered. "Darby will be with you shortly."

My husband had been carrying my bag of clothes. It contained the outfit that I intended to strip out of and the clothes that I would wear home on Sunday. He put the bag down as Darby approached. We were sat on a couch and Alan stood up and held out his hand. Darby greeted him with a firm handshake and a brief apology about the time that he made Alan sit and watch me give him a blowjob at the Reparations Dinner.

I had not stood up and Darby casually reached down and pulled the top of my blouse down with his finger. I had worn a low strapless bra and Darby spent several seconds looking at my cleavage. I don't know how my husband felt about Darby taking such liberties but I was fine with it. There was something about him that I couldn't resist.

"Beautiful as ever. What do you plan to do today my dear?" asked Darby.

"Well, I want to give them a good strip show but not necessarily on a stage. Perhaps some of it on a stage but most of it in amongst the tables. I assume that they will all be sitting around tables?"

"Yes, they will be. There is a little stage but you don't have to use it if you don't want to." He explained.

"No, I'd rather be up close and personal with them. That way we'll all a have a good time."

"Your husband and I will be sitting in a corner a little out of the way but we'll be able to see everything. Do you mind?" he asked.

"Not at all, I think having the two of you watching will heighten the experience for me." I replied. "After the show is over will we all be coming back upstairs for some fun?"

"We will have to see how it goes. The party room is available but I don't want too much of a crowd tonight."

We chatted about this and that for twenty minutes or so and then Darby said "I think it's time we got down to business. Go and get changed and we'll make our way downstairs. I know one of the guys very well and I have warned him that, if things get out of hand, he will need to take control of the guys. Bear in mind they don't usually get to play with white women"

"Oh, I think they'll be ok." I said hopefully.

I went into one of the bedrooms and changed into the outfit that I would shortly be stripping out of. The outfit was my usual buttoned blouse, half cup bra (Alan had bought this one for me) short skirt, suspender belt and stockings and heels. I had matched the frilly blue panties with the bra and, when I pulled them on I was already looking forward to taking them off.

When I was ready the three of us took the private elevator down to the lobby. We walked through the lobby towards the ballroom doors. I could feel the eyes following me across the lobby and I felt very much like the slut I had become.

Darby swung the ballroom doors open and we went inside. He lead the way up a few stairs to a room that was normally used for small presentations and private dinners. I didn't even know that this room existed but my husband said that he had stood on the stairs to watch the slut Olympics during the Reparations Dinner weekend.

As we walked up the stairs I saw that the tables were all full and there was indeed forty to fifty people sitting there. I was very surprised to see that, although the audience was predominantly male, there were plenty of women sitting at tables also. It didn't really bother me but I did find it a little strange.

I have no idea who was controlling the music but all of a sudden it changed from some elevator music to a booming rock song. I think it was AC/DC but I'm really not up on that kind of thing (I was wrong, evidently it was Aerosmith).

I raised my hands above my head and started to clap my hands. I was well aware that my boobs were bobbing up and down. I danced my way between the tables tousling a few guys hair along the way. I was definitely the centre of attention and I loved it. I strode up the two steps onto the stage and turned my back on the audience. I was still clapping my hands above my head and I wiggled my ass and then turned around to face them. While I made my way from one side of the stage to the other and back again I had a chance to size up the crowd. There were a number of guys that I recognized from the Reparations Dinner and a few more from the session in the party room session that followed my performance at the strip club. Most of the crowd I did not know.

Looking around the room I spotted Darby and my husband sitting at a table that was on a raised part of the floor. They had a very good vantage point and would indeed see everything. I smiled at them and they both smiled back.

I hadn't been on the stage for a minute and a half but when I looked back to the rest of the tables everyone seemed bored already. I doubt that they were but I realized that I couldn't spend much time just strutting about on stage. I knew that they were impatient and so I slowly undid the top two buttons of my blouse. Then I bent forward with my hands on my knees and shook my tits at them. They could only see my cleavage but their smiles told me all I needed to know.

I stepped down off of the stage and danced between the tables occasionally stopping to quickly massage a guys shoulders or run a hand across someone's chest. As I made my way around the tables I slowly undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and let it fall open. One guy had moved his chair a little away from the table and I had enough room to go and sit on his lap. I took his hand and placed it on my thigh and slowly eased it towards the top of my legs. When I felt it reach the bottom of my panties I moved it away and stood up.

I almost burst out laughing when I saw several other guys moving their chairs back from their tables. Stepping back onto the stage I eased my blouse off and twirled it over my head. I let it fly and didn't care where it landed. My plan was to take my skirt off next but I spent a little time bending over to show everyone my panty covered ass or my barely contained boobs.

The skirt had three buttons on the side and I made a show of slowly undoing them. I didn't let the skirt drop immediately but held it up and strutted around the stage. Little by little I lowered the skirt until I simply let go and stepped out of it.

We were getting down to the nitty gritty and I knew that soon I would be exposing my boobs. This was my favourite part. It meant that my panties would be next and I would be fully on display again. I decided that I would lose the suspender belt but keep the stockings on.

I jumped down off the stage and made my way back amongst the tables. I could have gone down the steps but I knew that jumping down would make my boobs bounce wildly. I was there to entertain after all! I continued to strut around touching and caressing the guys. Then I came to one of the older guys and I straddled his legs and put my hands on his shoulders. He looked terrified and didn't know whether to look at my face or my chest. I leant forward and kissed him on the lips. Then I kissed him several times on his neck and whispered into his ear "What would you like to see next?"

He was so nervous that he mumbled something incomprehensible and looked directly at my chest. I leant back a little and put my hands on my boobs and fondled them and lifted and slowly let them fall again. Then I reached behind my back and slowly undid the two hooks that held my bra together. His eyes were as big as saucers. I didn't let the bra drop immediately but held it up for a few seconds. As I gradually let the bra slip from my boobs I continued to look into his eyes. His eyes were getting wider and wider as I slowly revealed my charms. Then I simply held the bra up and dropped it over my shoulder. He couldn't take his eyes off of my tits and I wondered if he had ever seen a white woman's breasts in the flesh before.

A few seconds later I felt a hand touching one boob. I looked down and saw that the hand belonged to the old lady sat next to him. She smiled at me and then put her hand onto her husband's hand and lifted it to my boob. He slowly raised his other hand to my other boob and gently started to caress them. He lifted them up as if to see how heavy they were and then started to roll my nipples between his forefinger and thumb. I can't deny that it felt wonderful but soon I took his hands off of my tits and leant forward to allow a nipple to brush his lips. I rubbed my boob back and forth across his lips several times before he finally opened his mouth and started to suck.