Trish Married Slut Ch 04

CHAPTER 4: PROVING MYSELF

Stan was coming home from his most recent trip. This has been a change for him, too. Now that Jerome was in our life, he felt comfortable increasing his travel, which was something he had a desire to do for some time. Now, with me being cared for by Jerome, he felt free to do just that.

Stan had been gone on this trip for over a week and Jerome had taken the opportunity to focus my training. He even suggested I quit my job so I would be more available to him. Jerome insisted on qualifying that to have Stan's approval. If my income was necessary for the household, there would have to be more consideration. If part of that consideration was Jerome compensating my income for me to quit, I wasn't in favor. I didn't express that... not yet... but there seemed a fine line between slut and whore. If Jerome paid, it seemed to cross that line, at least to me.

I heard the garage door open and I quickly finished preparing his drink of choice and waited at the opening to the kitchen near the door from the garage. Jerome had suggested I take a couple of hours off from work to be ready for Stan. It made this easier that Jerome was considerate of Stan in all this.

"What's this?" Stan exclaimed as he entered and found me waiting. "I saw your car in the garage and hoped there wasn't a problem."

He dropped his briefcase and left his roller bag as I kissed him on the lips and handed him the drink. I then led him to the living room. We sat together on the sofa. I wondered if he realized how much more time we spent like this, sitting together, talking, just being together comfortably since Jerome?

He leaned to me and kissed my cheek. "You look happy, dear. Would I be correct in presuming Jerome has kept you satisfied?"

I blushed. I'm sitting with my husband and he is asking about my lover, the man we agreed I would devote myself to him as his personal slut. I leaned against Stan and put my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around. He stroked my arm whereas Jerome would have been fondling my tit.

"Yes, he has. I can't explain how it feels to be so filled, consumed." I blushed harder. We were that comfortable with the talk, my sharing what happens, but it's hard not to feel the awkwardness.

"You're happy..." and his voice trailed off. I sensed something and raised myself to look at him. He chuckled, "No, I'm fine. It's just... well... do you think I am a weak, uncaring man? I mean that I accept that you are doing this?"

I turned and cupped his face with my hands and gazed intently into his eyes. "NO! Oh, Stan, is that what you think? Never! The opposite, actually. I marvel at what a wonderful and strong man I am married to. You understand what I need and you accept and believe what I say I need even more than merely want. Allowing me to do this... my God, Stan... you've given me the greatest gift any woman could receive. You've given me your unconditional license for me to be happy and satisfied. Stan, I love you so much."

His arms returned around me as I hugged him. I could feel his arms and body exuding something more... a prideful awareness and belief of his continued importance to me.

That night, as we readied ourselves for bed, I bent over into the dresser drawer to select a sheer nightie to wear for him. That was when he saw it.

"What's that?"

I had gotten somewhat used to it in me. I blushed as I look back at him. "A butt-plug. Jerome is getting me ready for anal." He chuckled and gave me a hug. "Sounds like that's gonna hurt," he added with another laugh.

It had been my thinking, too, though without the bemusement. It was uncomfortable enough just getting the plug in. The idea of taking Jerome's cock there made me shudder.

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"How did it go?" Jerome asked as I stripped out of my clothes inside the front door. I was now forbidden to wear any clothes in his house unless he specifically instructed me and then it would include what I could wear. It was both intimidating and arousing. After only a short time, it was now automatic that I began undressing even before the door was completely closed.

"Good. As I expected. Stan's income has steadily increased and he is receiving some of the highest year-end bonuses for his performance. He has been saying for a while that my working was completely up to me. He confirmed that. In fact, he encouraged me to quit my job so I could devote more time and energy to you."

Jerome looked at me questioningly. I continued, "Honest. Those were almost his exact words. He's fully supportive of my goal to be the best slut."

"How long can you stay?"

"Stan will be gone all week and I'm ready to use as much time as you can spare for my learning and training. My body is yours, Jerome. I know I have a lot to learn and experience. I won't disappoint you, but I do need your help."

"Then assume the position."

I knew exactly what that was. I turned to the banister for the stairs and leaned into it, my feet spread wide and my ass pushed out. He gave my ass a light swat. I looked back over my shoulder.

"Do you want me to suck you, first, sir?"

"Sir? I like that," he quickly responded. "No, slut-in-training, I've been hard waiting for you." With that, I felt his cock slide over my cunt lips. "Wet as usual. Good girl."

I smiled to myself, then gasped loudly as his cock penetrated me with several inches of his cock. In only a couple thrusts, he was bumping me deep inside. I groaned my pleasure at the feeling of him bumping into the top of cunt hole and repeatedly glancing off my cervix. It wasn't going to take long for me, I've been waiting for this, too. Him, we'll have to see. Sometimes he's masturbated before so he lasts longer and throws off my expectations.

He slammed into me with powerful and fast thrusts. I gripped the banister to steady myself and saw my tits swaying and bouncing wildly until he reached around me and grasp both in his powerful hands and mauled them as his hips continue to plow into me. When my orgasm came, it was again strong. His climax followed shortly after and the volume of cum he gave me told me he hadn't been playing with the women chasing after him. I was his. That didn't mean he was mine.

What came next surprised me. After he pulled out, he had me back up a few steps and bend over at the waist while keeping my feet spread wide. "A slut can be asked to perform some crazy and disgusting things in the name of sex and proving devotion to the man you belong to or to who you have been loaned to." There it was again, being given to other men. I just orgasmed and my arousal spiked. "Watch your cunt in that position."

I did as he said, keeping my feet wide and bent far over. Then, I saw it. I was sure that was what he wanted me to see. His cum. His cum is leaking from my open cunt. I watched as the white fluid appeared, collected at the opening, and began to lengthen in a long drip that seemed to defy reason as it stretched down below me in a long cum-string from my cunt. When it broke, I followed it with my eyes to the marble floor.

"Press with your cunt muscles. Make more come out."

Again, I did as he instructed. I squeezed and pressed and eventually another drop formed and strung out below until it too broke the connection and dropped to the floor.

"Now... on your hands and knees and clean my floor of your mess." I looked at him in surprise but my knees were already bending. "It's the kind of degrading instruction a slut might get in some situations like gangbangs. Sometimes, the filthy can be a turn-on." He was saying all this as an explanation as I was already licking his cum from the floor. I looked up at him from my knees. "You are going to do well, Trish."

He then had me clean his softening cock. I remained on my knees and licked our combined juices and semen from his cock making sure to capture all of it. Then, I sucked it to be sure to have all of it.

"Are you trying to get me hard, again?"

I smiled brazenly, "If you get hard, you still have a need and I am here to take care of your needs, aren't I?"

He raised me up from my knees and took my nipples between his fingers and twisted them, a gasp escaping my lips. "Indeed, that is why you are here. And, you inspire a great need in me, Trish. But not now. Shopping, first."

"Shopping?"

"Clothes fitting for a slut. And toys... toys for my toy for training and teasing." I understood sex toys for training, we'd talked about some. Toys for teasing, though? I wondered about that.

He moved to the stairs and I rushed to gather up my discarded clothes and follow behind him. In the bedroom, he moved to his closet, searched through his shirts before pulling one out and nodding with satisfaction. He handed it to me. I was confused. Was I expected to help him put it on? No... he said this was what I would be wearing. I looked at the shirt. Sure, he was bigger and his shirt would be big on me, but... I was going into stores just wearing one of his shirts?

I didn't want him to see hesitation, though. I thanked him and slipped it on, rolling the sleeves and beginning to button it but he stopped me. He searched through his belts and found a thin one. I cinched it around my waist and stood waiting for his approval or additional instruction. He looked and had me move. The shirt was pressed and it gaped and easily parted when I moved. He buttoned one button above and below the belt and I walked back and forth, again. He added one more button above the belt... not below. He had me walk to the floor-length mirror. I gasped as I approached it barefoot. The buttons above the belt were still well below my tits and the shirt gaped open as my tits bounced as I walked. The shirt was form fit for his muscular chest and it was tight over my tits and may not have closed if fully buttoned. From the left side, I could see the entirety of my right tit. Below... the shirttails fell below my cunt and ass but the unbuttoned portion easily opened as I walked. Anyone paying attention would easily see my trimmed cunt. Jerome was pleased. I was mortified. I had no idea, yet, where we were going, what kinds of shops we were going to, or how many people would be around.

We took his convertible, again. I was instructed to never touch, adjust, or hold the shirt I wore as cover. In the car with the seat belt, the top opened but it felt like safe exposure. I tensed when he pulled off the highway and into the entrance to a large mall area. There were hundreds of cars.

Suddenly, just getting out of the low-slung car became a chore. Not because anything was different about the car but that it was in public and there was no way for me to move without flashing my cunt to anyone who might be watching. He parked in the middle of the lot designated 'CAT' to help people remember.

Jerome spotted the sign, "Should be easy to remember which lot we're in." I looked at him as a strong breeze whipped the bottom of the shirt open. "Just think, 'pussy'." I rolled my eyes as I fought to resist holding the shirt together.

We walked past the first stores into the center of the indoor mall. Escalators. Oh, God. He smiled and had me go ahead of him. That was one thing, anyway. At least it was him behind and below me and not some stranger because I was absolutely sure my butt was completely exposed.

The first stop was a shoe store. We walked the rows of women's high heels. He told me to pick out ones I really liked but that he'd have the final say. I picked out a style I like; he suggested both white and black. A saleswoman showed up soon and Jerome identified the shoes and asked if they came in 5-inch heels. They did and the woman asked me to take a chair while she got the shoes.

When she left us, I turned to Jerome and softly said, "This isn't going to work. This shirt isn't going to cover me. It will fall open to both sides and I'll show my cunt when I move my legs for her to assist me."

He just smiled, "You don't think I know that? Settle into it, Trish, you've got a long, interesting day ahead of you." Oh God... what a wicked man.

The woman returned with a couple sizes around my stated shoe size. I nervously sat in one of the chairs and she did a double-take when she saw what happened to my covering as it opened up and exposed my legs to the top. My thighs were pressed together for protection, but...

She looked at Jerome and then at me. She gave a nasty smile and, "I love the dress... or is that your shirt, sir?" Jerome merely smiled. "Give me your foot, dear, and we'll try this one." I looked at her with daggers flying at her. She knew darn well what was going to happen. She took my right foot, lifted it, and innocently moved it further to the right. What cover might have existed now evaporated as the shirttail completely fell to the sides and my thighs were opened to her eyes. She looked up at me and softly commented, "Lovely." I couldn't help but smile. It was something for all the embarrassment I was suffering.

Still crouch before me, she suggested I walk a little. She watched my feet in the shoes carefully as I began getting up but I also saw her eyes move to my crotch as my legs once again parted. I wobbled on the higher heels and she reached out to steady me, her hands aiming for my waist but getting tangled in the tails of the shirt. Her effort pushed the shirt to my waist and fully exposing me to the crowded store.

As I moved away to be sure of the fit, I heard her ask Jerome, "Is that an actual dress?"

He matter-of-factly responded, "No... one of my shirts. She wears it well, though, don't you think?"

The next stop, not in the mall, was an Intimate apparel boutique he'd been told about. Apparently, he'd been researching and planning this for some time. Upon entering, Jerome asked for the manager and he was talking to her. He told her we would be buying several outfits and wondered if it would be acceptable to forego using the changing room to speed up the selection process.

"You mean she would try on items at the racks... essentially in public?" Jerome nodded. I blushed as she looked at me. I was going to be fully naked in a store where there could possibly be other shoppers? The woman looked at my outfit, then at Jerome, and seemed to come to some understanding of what our relationship was. With a smile growing on the middle-aged woman's face, she nodded, too. I was mortified. I looked quickly at Jerome but his only reaction to my conflicting feelings was to pull me into his side tight. Of course, that action pulled the shirt higher up and parted the bottom to expose what was underneath.

The woman was now talking only to Jerome and it would essentially be what happened the rest of our time there. She had quickly picked up on who was buying and who was making the decisions. The worst part, in my mind, was that she was right and I knew it so I followed behind the two as they weaved through the shop as the woman quizzed Jerome about what he was interested in.

The first stop was a rack with sheer baby-doll negligees. As she explained the different styles to Jerome, the woman loosened the belt and opened the few buttons. She looked at my body exposed and brazenly caressed my stomach up over my tits. She stepped back a step and commented to Jerome, "She's beautiful, sexual, and erotic. Those boobs need to be highlighted."

"I absolutely agree," Jerome responded.

I continued to blush deeper shades of red as I stood naked in the store but for my original heels as they talked about how to clothe me to show off my 'attributes'. A sheer baby-doll with a very sheer, tiny thong. The baby-doll parted at the tits so the thong was fully shown. I wondered how often Jerome would have me wearing the thong. I also wondered why he was buying these outfits since I was always naked in his house, anyway. Then, an equally sheer floor-length gown with a single tie at tit level. Every step I took in it opened the gown to reveal me underneath. Neither gowns provided support for my tits, only sheer coverage so when I walked my tits moved freely.

He also stocked me up with thongs, which had never been a part of my attire, and most of these were also very sheer. A few bras, those he commented to the woman that he hated to restrict my tits. The woman moved us to another section. I was still naked and there were now several other shoppers milling around the shop and easing closer and closer to us for better looks. The bras she showed Jerome were either shelf types that exposed the nipples or sheer things that provided very little real support. When I put one on, my nipples were very visible and they bounced and swayed with only a modicum of restraint. Jerome was pleased.

The last selection was thigh-high stockings. Still naked, the woman considered several lengths. Jerome commented that he wanted the stockings high because the skirts were going to be quite short. She nodded and selected a pair for me to try on which would not normally be appropriate.

"I'm curious... she will likely be spending a fair amount of time on her knees," he stated as if approaching the subject of the weather, "how much wear do stockings take?"

If there had been ANY doubt about me or him or us before, it was clear to her now. "With a body like that, I'm not surprised." She appraised me with very real understanding and her next words sent a shiver through me. "Is she good?"

Jerome put his hand on my bare butt and stroked it. I heard a woman behind me moan. "She is, yes. And, she's getting even better. She still has things to learn but she is eager." Fuck! The shiver the woman caused was replaced by full arousal and my cunt flooding at hearing Jerome so casually appraise me in front of the woman and the several others who had milled around us. If there was a level of humiliation beyond mortified, I felt it. But, there was more welling up within, too. Humiliated, embarrassed, yes. But also aroused and excited. Exhibitionism is amazingly erotic. And, the words were humiliating but they also reflected pride. Jerome's eyes, his looks to me, the tone of his voice all reflected it. He was proud of me. He was testing me and preparing me. It also occurred to me standing in that store naked that he was now investing in me. Not just his time but he was preparing for our future together... our crazy future. I had shown my commitment to be his. Now, he was showing his commitment to have me.

I was suddenly aware that I was ready to fuck anyone, right there in the shop, if he directed me to. We still weren't done, though.

He drove to a different part of town with me back in the shirt and the trunk filling up with bags of new items. I went rigid in the car seat when he turned into a parking lot with a building showing signs as a sex toy shop. I looked over at Jerome.

"The housewife still has some control over you, huh? Just think of these as training aids." I sighed with resignation and released the seatbelt.

He looked around, not at magazines or movies, but the toys. There were maybe a half dozen men in the area and they all took quick notice of us entering. The guy at the sales counter sat on a raised platform, perhaps better to keep an eye on the customers. Jerome stopped at a display of dildos all in plastic packaging. He selected anal beads (I only knew by reading the package as he handed it to me). It was a long thing with spheres attached sized from small at the tip to larger at the base where there was a handle. Anal, he said. The small butt-plug he had already started me with was uncomfortable. I couldn't imagine the large balls in this toy.

But, thinking of butt-plugs, he selected two more, each larger. The larger was intimidating but, then again, Jerome's cock in my butt was beyond intimidating. But he wasn't done in this area. He added to the items in my arms. Various sized dildos, some realistic looking (big and black like his) and others smaller and cylindrical and vibrated. Then he said softly, "here we are." I looked at the display we stood before. I wasn't sure what they were but given the shop assumed they were some kind of vibrating devices. He picked one from the display and turned to the sales guy and called out loud enough for the whole shop to hear.