BACKGROUND:
If you've read my "A slut visits" series of stories I wrote many years ago, you'll know I have been lucky to know, and fuck, a true cum slut. She has few limits and together our sexuality evolved - we taught each other a lot about ourselves sexually. I am also married and have a loving relationship. My wife, Nat (Natalie) is not aware of my 'dark side'. Quite a few years ago now my wife did use to 'play' a little - chatting and sexting with a few guys, with my permission, and a couple of times she did meet up with one of them and fuck, which did inspire some of my "hot wife" stories. Unfortunately (for me), she has let guilt and negative feelings stop her being the hotwife I would love to encourage, for both of our increased pleasure. I had organised a rare meeting with my fuck buddy, and that was the start of something brand new....
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I was in London, in a bar I'd never been in before, with my long-term slut fuck buddy. I had to keep this liaisons secret, as a happily married man doesn't usually stay that way when the wife finds out her hubby has been getting up to all sorts of very dirty sex with another woman. My slut, Sam, wasn't a lover in the old-fashioned sense, we knew what we wanted from each other, and met up on rare occasions to act out what we often messaged each other; nasty and hot sex. We'd known each other many years, having first met online in web chat rooms, old-fashioned these days compared to modern messaging apps, but we had fun still. My wife Natalie, Nat for short, used to play back then too, her pussy often soaking wet after a prolonged sex chat session with one of her virtual lovers. We even sometimes sat close to each other, both 'cheating' with online partners, stroking ourselves close to orgasm as we were naughty, retiring to the bedroom to fuck and cum together. That was quite a few years ago now, and that side of things had stopped, to my chagrin. Yes, I still not only played on the odd occasion but also still fantasised and dreamed of my wife doing the same - yes I wanted a 'hot wife' - or even 'slut wife'. I am far from wanting to be a submissive cuckold, but the thought of my loving wife fucking and sucking other guys with my blessing still got me hard every time I daydreamed about it.
I had met Sam out of work, and we both sipped our glasses of wine in a quiet corner of the bar while talking dirty and playing footsie under the table.
"Oh, I have something to show you that you will be interested in," Sam told me, taking her phone from her bag. "You remember Richie, my old boyfriend?" she asked.
"Yeah, of course, he's the one who got you into anal - really into it, isn't he? The one with the fairly big cock?" I grinned, knowing I had a fair bit to thank Richie for, Sam was a true anal slut.
"Yeah, that's him" Sam replied, a wicked smile on her lips as she remembered their times together. "Well you know he used to chat with your wife years ago, sex talk like us?"
"Yes I remember, those were the days, he used to get Nat really hot - I never got to see much of what they said, but I know it did the trick!" I said, thinking back to how Nat's pussy felt after a long chat session with Richie.
"Well... I reminded him of Nat and what they used to get up to while we played online, and it got him quite turned on. He knows we two have kept in touch for all these years, but Richie and Nat stopped chatting ages ago. It turns out he'd love to get back in touch - in fact, he'd REALLY like to talk to Nat again." Sam laughed, he eyes playfully twinkling.
"Oh yes?" I asked, intrigued, knowing she wasn't telling me everything. "What did he say?"
"I can show you, come and sit next to me so we can both read," Sam replied, patting the chair next to her.
I moved my drink and took my place, enjoying Sam's wondering hand under the table as she placed it on the growing bulge of my cock trapped in my jeans. She took out her phone and placed it on the table between us, scrolling back through a long text conversation before showing me.
"There, this is when it started. Boring... boring," she murmured, scrolling back through the exchange, until finding the start of the more interesting part. "Yes, here it is! Here I am telling him that we are still in touch, and mention Nat. Look I tease him about what he used to get up to with her."
"Oh fuck look he used to talk about fucking her arse with her," I exclaimed, feeling my cock harden as I read about how this Richie described how my wife would beg for him to fill her arse with his cock.
Sam giggled, rubbing my hard cock over my jeans, moving her lips close to my ear. "Oh yes your wife was a right anal slut for him in cyber chat, he used to tell me all the details, and she never let you take her there did she?"
"No, never, although she did 'joke' that she might let someone else break her in. I hadn't realised she was getting so hot talking dirty about it to a near stranger." I marvelled, my heart was thumping in my chest I was so turned on. I moved my hand under the table, so I could slide my palm and fingers up Sam's leg, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy. The good slut had removed her knickers, and her cunt was dripping wet. "This turns you on nearly as much as me doesn't it slut?" I whispered back, kissing her neck, which I knew drove her wild.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, breath catching as I slid a finger inside her, "It's quite naughty talking about your wife, keep reading though, it gets better. He's quite obsessive about fucking her arse. Look for yourself, I think I wound him up nicely."
I continued to read down their text conversation, enjoying the series of increasingly sexual texts between Sam and Richie, her dirty nature egging him on to reveal more and more, as he obviously got excited and carried away. My heart pounded in my chest as I learned how another man wanted to make my wife his submissive slut, his anal slut.
"You naughty slut, look at how you got him so worked up," I laughed, forcing my eyes away from the texts to kiss Sam hard, two of my fingers now working their way inside her pussy, feeling wetness almost pouring from her.
"I think it's getting you worked up too," she teased, as her fingers expertly unzipped me, cupping my rock hard cock, pre-cum was seeping through my underwear I was so turned on. "Carry on reading, it gets even better," she promised, nuzzling her lips against my ear, whispering in the way that sends shivers down my spine.
The conversation continued about how Richie would want to use my wife on a regular basis, he didn't care if I knew - Sam did make hints that in her view and knowing me well, that I'd be more than happy to share. His texts got dirtier as he got into the fantasy, and Sam is so good at getting men hot with her own very dirty mind and imagination. Richie described in detail how he'd train Nat, firstly to be an anal whore, and then to be able to deep throat, and then, making me gasp with excitement, how he'd force her to suck his cock straight from her arse.
"Oh fuck that's hot, he's a nasty fucker isn't he?"
"Oh yes, I can testify to that," Sam chuckled. She had taken my cock out of my pants and was rubbing the pre-cum leaking from it over the head, not enough to make me cum, but more than enough to keep me on edge. He wants to make your wife such a dirty slut, just like me. You'd like that wouldn't you - to own a whore at home and have me too?"
