Breaing the Slut Wife-No Means...

My wife, Diana, had important news to tell me when she got back from her last business trip. We'd had dinner, then drinks, then more drinks. We were sitting next to each other at our little bar at home.

"Don't you think men should respect women's boundaries?" she asked me. She was very direct with no small talk before getting to that subject.

"Of course I do," I said and at the same time I slid a hand onto her bare thigh. She'd come home from her trip wearing a short skirt. I'm sure the male passengers enjoyed the view, but now it was my turn to really make the most of it.

"Well, the men on this trip with me didn't think that!" she said in a voice that was more sultry than annoyed.

"If you felt uncomfortable, you should have just said no," I said to her. I slid my hand even higher on her thigh.

"I tried that," she said then paused a moment to lean forward and gave me a passionate kiss. "But, the next thing I know, they were making me do shots at the bar! I told them no, I couldn't do anymore, but then they made me do two more!"

"Oh, poor you," I said, feigning sympathy and then poured her a shot.

She giggled, kissed me again. "You're as bad as they were," she said. "This is just like what happened with them. I've already drank too much."

I pushed it back into her hand and lifted the glass to her mouth. "But those guys wouldn't take no for an answer, would they. And neither will I." She gave me a look like I was in trouble, but then swallowed the shot. On her own, she spread her legs open wider and moved towards me and onto the edge of her bar stool. I left my hand on the bar stool as she did and now her pussy was right on top of my fingers, separated only by her thin panties.

"But that's not all," she said, her voice dropping a little lower. She paused for a few seconds, so long that I thought she'd forgot what she was going to say. She was moving her hips very slightly so that her pussy slid back and forth on my fingers. Her breathing became short and quick. Finally, she went on. "I'm not sure I should tell you, but they shouldn't have started touching me like this, right? Men shouldn't get up under a married woman's skirt, should they?"

I'm not sure which question made my cock grow more... The idea that not just one man, but two, had been touching her? Or, that she expressed doubt about what men were allowed to do with her.

I wiggled my fingers around until they worked their way past her panties and just barely into her slippery, wet pussy. "Some men don't care what a woman says," I said. "And they don't care if she's married." I started moving my finger in and out and slowly sliding the tip all around her opening. "Did they touch you like this? Did you still tell them no?"

She reached down and put a hand on my wrist. But instead of pushing me away, she opened her legs wider and pulled my hand towards her, pushing my finger in deeper. She sucked in a deep breath as the feeling of being filled hit her. "Of course I told them no," she said, pointedly not denying that some other men had been touching her wet pussy.

I used my other hand to pull her stretchy top up, then slid her bra down so that her tits popped out free and exposed. I squeezed both of them and pinched and pulled at her nipples which were stiff and standing straight out. At the same time, I pushed another finger into her pussy and started thrusting in and out deeper, fucking her with them. "They probably had their hands going everywhere, didn't they," I said.

"They did," she said. Her breathless voice was barely audible now. She was humping herself against my fingers and thrusting her chest out so I could really work her tits.

"That's how some men are. But, I'm sure you still told them 'no', right?" I asked her. "You're my wife. I'm sure you behaved properly."

She didn't answer right away. She was too busy softly moaning. "Oh god that feels so good. Yes. Fuck yes." Then, after a pause, she said, "I mean no. I mean... I think I told them no. I just can't remember now." It wasn't so convincing since at the same time she moved her hand down onto mine to help me push my fingers into herself even deeper and faster. I could tell from her heavy breathing that she was getting close to an orgasm.

"But even married women like to come, don't they," I said, stating it as fact and then slid my free hand up to her throat, choking her lightly. "Even married women like you want to be a slut wife sometimes, isn't that right?"

She nodded her head urgently in agreement and then her eyes flew open wide as her orgasm hit her like an earthquake. Her body twitched and writhed as she rode herself on my fingers. A flood of her juices ran out to coat her legs, my hand, and the stool she sat on.

She was still almost gasping for air as she recovered, but my cock was rock hard and utgently needed her help. I let go of her throat and stood up so I could remove my shirt and pants. "Is that all they did?" I asked her. "They only touched you with their hands?"

I already guessed the answer before she slid off her bar stool and down to her knees in front of me. "No, that wasn't all. There was more." She took my cock in her hand and started pumping it. Her eyes were focused on it as it grew harder. "They wouldn't let me say no to anything."

"I get that," I said as I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto my cock. "Things get to a point where there's only one right answer." She moaned as she eagerly sucked my cock, bobbing her head up and down. "You sucked their cocks, didn't you," I said to her.

She looked up at me and I could tell that she was thinking how to answer. Finally, she pulled free for a moment. "I told them no. I told them I was married. But... " She paused a moment as she bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock a few times, then said, "Those men didn't care what I said."

Getting confirmation that my wife had been a cheating slut on her business trip should have made me very jealous and angry. But, I knew how she could be so hungry for sex at times. It's why I married her. And, given the fact that she was now on her knees being my own little slut, it had the opposite effect. If men she worked with could treat her that way, then there was no reason her husband shouldn't be afforded the same privilege.

My fingers tangled their way into her hair so I could take full control. I pulled her head off my cock and asked her again to clarify if she'd told them no. She started to reply, but as she did I pushed her back down, making sure that my cock slid in deep until it hit her throat. "I'm sure you tried," I answered for her. "But, it's hard to say 'no' when your mouth is full of cock, isn't it."

As she sucked, I reached over her, took hold of the bottom of her skirt, and lifted it up. Her round sexy ass came into view with only those tiny, stringy panties in sight. I slapped her ass, once on each side. It only took a few seconds for red handprints to appear. They branded her as a cheating wife who had done something wrong and was now in big trouble.

A new thought came into my head. "You said there were two guys. How did they make you keep them both happy? Did you take turns sucking them?"

I let go of her hair so that she could pull free and answer. She paused and before answering she slid a hand down between her legs then pulled the little string of panties aside so she could rub her pussy. I asked her again, "Well? What did you do?"

She looked up at me then said in as innocent of a voice as she could pull off, "I told you they wouldn't listen. I had no choice but to suck. Until..." She paused a minute and bobbed her head up and down eagerly on my cock, her efforts resulting in sloppy, wet sounds as she did. She then pulled my cock back out of her mouth and stroked it with her hand as she again looked up at me. "Until they didn't want to take turns anymore and one of them started fucking me at the same time "

I wasn't shocked. I had guessed by now that she had got tossed around by these two guys she was talking about. And, instead of making me angry, it made my blood boil with lust. I leaned forward and slapped her ass again, even harder this time. "That's because sluts don't get to say 'no'. They get fucked if that's what a man wants to do." I again stated it as a fact.

She nodded her head in agreement as she moaned a little from the spank she received and the stimulation of her hard working fingers in her pussy. "I know that now," she said. "Men don't care what I say. I'm not the one that decides."

I pushed my cock back in her mouth. "Such a good slut you were." I slapped her ass again, the red marks growing larger and brighter each time as the scale of her confession also grew. "You said there were two. But that's ok. You took care of them well. You can suck and get fucked all at once."

She pulled away from my cock, but kept stroking it with her hand as she looked up at me and shook her head. "There weren't just two of them." She paused and waited to let that sink in with me, looking up at me with lust in her eyes. "There were three." She quickly took my cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down very quickly but keeping her eyes looking up at me then pulled away again. "But, luckily...". She paused a moment as she slid her hand up off her pussy and pushed a finger into her tight asshole. "Luckily, I have three holes," she said in a lusty voice.

"Fuck, girl" I groaned as the image of her being stuffed air tight filled my imagination. I moved around behind her, then helped her to stand up before I pushed her down over the bar. I oushed her skirt up high around her waist and pulled her panties down. "I need to try out all three holes, too." I spread her open and pressed my cock into her wet pussy, sliding halfway in with one thrust. "Tell me again what you told them," I said to her as I slid out then in again, slamming all the way in this time.

She groaned loudly as my cock stretched her pussy. Then, after a few moments, she said, "I told them, no. I can't. They can't." She paused a moment and as I started pounding now steadily in and out of her, she simply grunted and gasped. Finally, she finished her thought, "At least I tried to tell them. I told them they're not supposed to fuck me like that. I'm married."

I slid my thumb down between the crack of her ass and pushed it inside her tight asshole as I kept fucking her. She spread her legs wider as I did, making sure I had full access. "Such a good wife you were trying to be," I said to her with a note of derision then took her by the hair with my other hand and pulled her head back. Her back arched until she was looking almost straight up. I slid my cock out of her pussy and pushed it up against her now slightly loosened up asshole. I slapped her ass again, then pushed against her, trying to get inside. "But they didn't listen. You took all of their cocks at once, didn't you."

She slid a hand up to her mouth and sucked on one of her own fingers. Her other hand was again on her pussy, this time thrusting her fingers deep inside as my cock finally forced it's way into her ass. "Yes! All at once," she confessed, her holes all filled once again.

I shoved forward, getting deeper. My cock was rock hard and her ass was so tight. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "And you didn't tell them no anymore, did you," I said. My voice had an angry, accusing edge to it.

Her hand was moving fast now, fucking her pussy as I drove my cock in and out. "No, I didn't tell them no. I told them yes. I told them to do whatever they wanted. I told them to fuck me. Please, just fuck me."

I couldn't hold back after that. Just like those men on her trip must have done, my balls started to pulse and then my cock erupted. "Fuck!" I yelled as I buried myself as deep as I could one last time. A massive flood of come started filling up her ass.

My explosion set off hers. She screamed and I felt her clamp down on my cock as a very powerful orgasm took hold of her body. Her body jerked several times. She rammed herself back into me, making sure I was as deep inside her as I could go. It took her a couple of minutes to stop grinding herself against me.

I stayed right where I was for a long time until my cock softened a bit. I slid it back out of her which was met with a little moan of disapproval. She stayed bent over the bar for a little while longer, then finally stood up all the way, pulling her skirt and top back down as she did.

She avoided looking at me at first, but eventually she looked up into my eyes. I could see she was worried about how I'd think of her. She started to say something, but I cut her off. "Don't worry, I understand. And you also understand now. You don't get to say no anymore." I let those words hang there for a few seconds and watched her face. "Do you understand?"

She looked a little relieved. Happy even. She nodded her head quickly.

"You're such a good wife," I said to her. I pulled her top back up and all the way off then undid her bra and tossed it on the bar. Her tits were again fully exposed although she still wore that short skirt. It made her look even sluttier being half dressed. I pushed her down onto her knees. My cock was getting hard already again. "Let's practice," I said as I pushed my cock against her lips. "I'm a guy you know from work. Tell me 'no'. Tell me you won't suck my cock."

She shook her head side to side, her lips running across the sensitive head of my cock. "No," she said. "I can't. I won't... " That's all I let her say as I thrust my cock into her mouth.

Her eyes closed in dreamy happiness. Her lips locked around the shaft and I felt her tongue swirl around the head in her mouth.

"Good girl. Good slut," I said to her, my hands wrapping around her head so I could pull her down to take more of my cock. "No means yes from now on."