"Do you think I'm a slut?"
The sudden question arked across the room like a rocket, shaking Steve from his reading. He looked up, contemplating his wife curled up on the opposite sofa, well I know you're a slut he thought, just the best fuck toy I've ever had.
"So you do, don't you, think I'm a slut!"
"What prompted this? You know I adore you," replied Steve.
"That's not an answer."
Steve moved across to the sofa she was sitting on, sitting next to her he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other stroked her cheek softly.
"What's brought this on?"
"Oh," Jill sighed "I was going down in the lift at work today, and the IT Manager who was in the lift, looked me up and down, and as we were alone said he hadn't realised I had such a tremendous rack. I went bright crimson, and looked away. He continued however, saying he wouldn't mine giving me a good seeing too, whenever I was up for it, and then simply stepped out of the lift as it stopped at the next floor, whistling a happy tune. It took all my composure to get back to my desk, but I couldn't concentrate all afternoon. He even sent me an email later, saying thanks for the mammaries and would I like lunch this Friday."
"I mean do I look like a tramp?"
Steve surveyed his wife, she was wearing a smart white business blouse buttoned down the front, which struggled to contain her ample breasts, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. Well at the least the Techie was justified in commending her rack, he mused. He looked further down and admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath he taught derriere.
"So do I look like a slut?"
"Jill you just have to realise that some women are just put on this earth for the pleasure of men and too be fucked. You've got a fabulous body, and those tits are always going to advertise the fact that your one of those women."
At that moment, he eased apart the buttons on her shirt, and cupped her right breast, gently squeezing it through the lacy bra.
"No you don't dress like a slut, but you know you're a slut and there's nothing wrong with that. You like being fucked and ensuring a man enjoys having you. You give a great tit fuck with these 34F specials."
He moved his hand inside the bra, and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Jill started to moan quietly.
"You take it enthusiastically every way, you give one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. You deep throat and swallow. You love getting banged up in the arse, what more can a man want from you?"
His hand released the hardening nipple, and moved down her flat, toned stomach. He moved further across and then his hand went underneath her black business skirt, prized her legs apart slightly, and moved his hand toward the silk gusset of her knickers. He moved it to the side and without prompting slid two finger into her twat, which was already wet.
"And I think any man would give a King's ransom to fuck this pussy - it's one of the best trained, I've ever had and a tight as a duck's arse. It's this hairy clam I love best! It's like riding a Lipizzaner, once you've done it, never forgotten."
Jill began to squirm, responding to the probing fingers, and the thumb massaging her clit, her hips began to buck and her breath quickened.
"So in answer to do you look like a slut - no, but are you a slut - yes and you love being one. I knew from first time I saw you that you were probably a randy cunt between the sheets. Men can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your eyes will always give away what a wanton bitch you are."
He moved a third finger into her pussy, and leaning forward nibbled her ear.
"What part of you hasn't been used sexually? You even give a decent foot wank. You have had well over 15 serous partners - god knows how many simple shags - and been had by a range of nationalities who all appreciate a women's submission. I mean when I first met you, you were getting screwed every weekend in Paris, with me only having you Monday to Thursday. From that I gleaned from that original episode, you enjoy variety."
"Probably" she replied "I was also seeing the Finance Director at the same time" she smirked.
"So you're not a slut then?"
His head moved toward her right breast and through the blouse and bra, he bit into her nipple.
"Yes, yes, I am" she squealed.
"Tart" he growled as he pushed a fourth finger into her increasingly wet twat.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck me, please fuck me" her hips thrusting against his hand.
"Not just yet."
With his free hand he ripped open the blouse and yanked the bra up to expose her proud tits. He roughly slapped both breasts repeatedly so that they reddened. His mouth devoured both nipples in turn, again and again. If he could choose to die happy it would be between these mounds. She gasped as she approached an orgasm. He suddenly removed his hand from her twat, and stood up above her, ordering her to strip. She removed the remnants of her shirt and unclipped her bra, unzipping her skirt and removing her knickers. She started to unclip her black stockings from the suspenders but his hand stopped her, indicating they should remain. He in turn unzipped his fly and brought out his hard, rigid dick, pushing it toward her mouth. She smiled and gently kissed the bell-end. Kissing it lightly, she opened wider to accept more of his member. Steve took a fistful of her blonde locks and simply but rapidly pushed her head down onto his cock till it hit the back of her throat. He smiled, thinking what an accommodating bitch she is, he increased the pace fucking her mouth as hard as he would a pussy. His cock entered her throat, she didn't even gag but tightened her lips around the base of his shaft. Jill felt him tense, his cock seemed to harden further and then jerk and spasm as he unloaded his cum into her. He came copiously, she feared she wouldn't be able to swallow it all. Steve continued to thrust hard into her mouth as he spent every last drop of his spunk. His cock popped out of Jill's lips as he sank back into the sofa. However, Jill was far from finished and greedily returned to his softening member. Pulling the foreskin back, Jill licked him clean of his cum. Steve patted the back of her head, savouring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench.
"You're such a good girl, I think you do deserve a good seeing to."
Jill looked up into his eyes, momentarily releasing his cock, saying "Yes, please Sir."
