"Uh…eh…you…um…heeeeey, baby?" Thomas couldn't believe his eyes when he came home from work the next day.
"Take the foot out of your mouth and speak,
stupid
," Lexy glared at him from the kitchen as she stirred something in a pot atop the stove.
"Uh…beh…you know…wow, Lexy! That outfit!" Thomas mindlessly gushed, as he looked her up and down several times.
His wife's red, sheer mesh babydoll left no part of her large nipples to the imagination. The flyaway front, tied together by only a ribbon between her breasts, left her flat, chocolate stomach exposed. The matching, sheer mesh G-string not only left her plump ass hanging out, but he could clearly see the outlines of her pussy lips and camel toe. Thigh-high fishnet stockings clung to her long, slender legs, and the heels she wore were so tall they'd have made a stripper afraid of heights. In fact, this looked more like a woman who should be descending from a pole, than stirring spaghetti in the kitchen!
"What about my outfit?" Lexy set her stir stick on the stove and stepped towards him. "You said you wanted a slut. Isn't this how a slut would dress?"
"Y…yeeeeeeessssss," Thomas hissed like he was out of breath. "Holy fuck, you look sexy!" He leaned in to kiss her and was met with a cease-and-desist hand blocking her mouth.
"Uh uh, I don't think so. What did I tell you about kissing me?" Lexy placed her hands on her hips.
Thomas stood there looking confused, then the light bulb went on as he recalled the previous days experience. "You serious?"
"As a heart attack, bitch," Lexy turned around and peeled her G-string down to mid thigh. "Go ahead, kiss me."
Thomas sank to his knees and stared at her puckered hole. He really loved this new slutty side to his wife, but boy had she gotten bitchy and demanding. Was this the trade off? Domineering and sexy or subservient and dull? He shrugged and buried his face in her high, round, black ass and smooched her anus.
"Get that tongue in there, bitch! All the way in!" Lexy pushed her ass back, trapping his head between the kitchen cabinet and her ass. "Yes, there you go, my little ass licker. Just like that. Lick that ass clean for me."
"Wow, she wasn't kidding!" Thomas heard a man's voice coming from the living room.
"What the? Who's here!" Thomas gasped as she finally pulled away and let him breathe.
"Say thank you!" Lexy swung around and smacked him upside the head.
"Thank you?"
"Thank me for giving you the fucking privilege of licking my asshole! Because you're lucky to be touching me at all!"
"Thank you for letting me lick your asshole," Thomas begrudgingly uttered, quickly rising to his feet and peering around the corner.
"Since I went through all the trouble of making you dinner last night and you didn't even eat, I figured I'd better invite some company over in case you decided you weren't hungry again. I do
not
like cooking for people who don't eat," Lexy pushed her finger into his forehead.
"Eddie? Jake? What the hell are you guys doing here?" Thomas looked in shock as he saw two of his friends sitting on the couch, then in horror as he looked again at how his wife was dressed. "How long have you guys been here?"
"For a while," Eddie smirked.
"I always said good things happen to bad people," Jake commented as he watched Lexy stroll out of the kitchen. "Man, you are a fuck up."
Thomas grabbed Lexy by the arm and quickly drug her back into the kitchen. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" He whispered loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Lexy stung his face with a hard slap he hadn't even seen coming. "What the hell do you think
you're
doing! Have you lost your mind? Don't ever grab my arm like that, bitch!"
He could hear his friends laughing in the other room. He stared at his wife, wide eyed as he rubbed his cheek. "But…but…my friends are here and you're dressed like…"
"Like a slut?" Lexy smiled. "Of course I am. I'm a little slut, just like you wanted. And a slut wouldn't care about being half naked in front of a few guys, would she? No, in fact, she might even go out of her way to show off for them, don't ya think? I'm glad we had that talk yesterday, I like being a slut, it's fun!" Lexy did an about face and marched into the living room.
Thomas stood there feeling sorry for himself a moment, before rushing out into the living room.
Lexy was casually bending over, adjusting her stockings, purposely poking her ass out right in front of his friends. Thomas sunk into the recliner like he'd lost the feeling in his legs.
"Thomas doesn't like my outfit, guys," Lexy feigned a pouty face, "Do you guys like it?"
"Hell yes!" Eddie chirped.
"Thomas is a fucktard," Jake grunted, "You look sexy as I don't-know-what in that thing!"
"Awww, your friends are so nice," Lexy said, plopping herself down in Jake's lap and throwing her arm around him as she tossed her stocking clad legs onto Eddie's lap.
"Lexy! Oh, come on! What are you doing!" Thomas whined.
"What? There's no where else to sit!" She shot him a look that unmistakably said – 'fuck you'.
"Yeah, I don't mind at all," Jake said, grinning as he boldly caressed her smooth stomach.
"I'll be your foot rest any day of the week!" Eddie chuckled, as he massaged her calves.
Thomas jumped up from his chair. "Here! You can sit
here
!"
"Oh, that's ok. Eddie is doing a great job on my legs. I kind of like it over here," Lexy grinned, resting her head on Jake's shoulder.
Thomas stared in disbelief as he watched Jake's hand plant itself firmly on her ass. "I…I can give you a massage, baby," he looked like a lost puppy.
"Oh I don't want to trouble you. You've had a long day," Lexy smiled. "Can you do the other one, Eddie?" She swung her right leg over his head and draped it over the back of the couch, leaving the left one in Eddie's lap.
Eddie unabashedly stared directly between her spread legs as he began massaging her other leg.
Thomas knew Eddie cold see Lexy's pussy lips through her sheer panties. He wanted to cry. What the hell was happening! "Lexyyyyyyyyyy!" he whined, "My day wasn't that hard! I love giving you massages! Love it!" He felt ashamed of himself immediately as he realized how pathetic he sounded.
Lexy giggled, "Oh, ok." She sat up and gave Jake and Eddie both a kiss on their cheeks, very near their lips, and thanked them for letting her sit there. She strutted over to the recliner and plopped down in the middle, draping one leg over each of the arms, making sure to keep her husband's friend's eyes focused on her snatch.
Thomas kneeled down in front of her, giving her a pleading look.
"I just love seeing you on your knees," Lexy smiled, "Now take my shoes off and rub my feet, bitch."
"Don't have to mean about it," Thomas grumbled through clenched teeth.
"What was that, bitch? I didn't hear you? My feet are waiting," Lexy dangled her shoes off of both feet.
"You've got him trained pretty good," Jake laughed.
"Fuck off," Thomas grumbled as he began rubbing her feet.
"What the hell do you have to be mad about?" Eddie shook his head. "With a wife that hot, I'd never be able to wipe the smile off my face!"
"So sweet, Eddie," Lexy smiled. "Thomas is just one of those people who's never satisfied with anything. Do you know what he told me yesterday? He said I wasn't sexy enough for him."
"What! Go see an optometrist, buddy!" Jake laughed.
"You should have told him to kiss your ass!" Eddie laughed.
"That's exactly what I did," Lexy grinned, "And I do mean literally. I spread my cheeks, he get's on his knees, and he kisses my black asshole!"
"I didn't mean it! I was just kidding!" Thomas whined.
"Yes you did mean it. And then he told me he wanted me to be a slut," Lexy explained. "Would you guys want your wives to be sluts?"
Eddie shook his head. "I wouldn't share you with anyone if you were mine!"
"That's insanely stupid. But I guess his wish is working out good out for
us
, huh?" Jake nudged Eddie.
"That's not even what I meant by it!" Thomas threw his hands up in the air.
"Slut – a woman considered sexually promiscuous, or immoral. A dirty, slatternly woman, or, a prostitute. I looked it up. You couldn't have meant anything else, Thomas. But that's ok. I'm having fun with it!" Lexy giggled.
"That is not…" Thomas was hushed as Lexy pressed her foot into his mouth.
"Suck my toes, bitch. I'm tired of hearing you ramble," Lexy hissed.
"You really wanna act like that?" Thomas grabbed her dainty foot and held it in his hand.
"Oh, you don't want to? I bet Jake or Eddie will do it for me," Lexy grinned devilishly.
"Fuckin-A right, I would!" Eddie sounded off. "I'd lick you like a Popsicle anywhere you want baby!"
Thomas shot Eddie a warning look before taking Lexy's fishnet-clad toes into his mouth.
"There you go, bitch. That's what you're good at. Suck those pretty toes. Be a good little bitch and clean my feet for me with your tongue," Lexy smiled big as she savored his submissiveness and humiliation. "Don't forget to lick my soles and heels, either. I want my pretty feet clean enough to eat off of!"
"You are something else, lady," Jake said, openly stroking a long bulge through is pants. "I'm over here hard as a fuckin' flag pole."
"Yeah, baby. Since you're giving him his wish for a slut, how about you show him how much of a slut you can be!" Eddie unzipped his pants and let loose his hard white dick.
"Oh…
damn
," Lexy's eyes got big as she admired their size.
She found herself wondering how far she wanted to take this. A little teasing, a lot of humiliation of her ungrateful husband, and maybe some inappropriate touching were all she'd originally planned. In fact, she hadn't really had a plan, she wasn't even sure how this whole thing was going to go over with his friends.
She couldn't have known how easily Eddie and Jake would take to her slutty antics. She half expected some level of protest on their part. After all, she was their so-called friend's wife.
