Pauline and I have been married for eight years. We have always enjoyed a great sex life. I wouldn't say we were into anything that crazy. That is if you consider dressing up, role playing games and the experimentation with various sex toys that crazy. Each time we would play I made sure she would wear something sexy. Pauline is five foot nine and 127 pounds, and a great set of legs. With 36C cups, always perky nipples, blonde hair, blue eyes and above average looks she is made to wear all kinds of lingerie.
We have always played equal role in bed unless we are role playing. It's was never planned but has ended up with me being the dominant and Pauline the submissive. I would be the boss and Pauline the employee about to be fired until she offered herself up to save her job. There was the cop and the DWI lady thrown in the slammer for the weekend until she convinced me she would do anything to be let go and not have her husband find out. Over the years we have devised a good number of situations. One of her favorites and the exception to the dominate submissive roles is the stripper and the stag party.
Pauline always contended women deep down always wondered what it was like to be a whore. We got pretty elaborate with this role playing. We would frequent strip club so Pauline could watch the dancer and copy their routines. She would take special note if she saw me fixed of any of the ladies in action. Since she took dance from a young age through college she could memorize a number of routines in a night. It got to a point where she would combine the best and add her own touch, a toy here and a finger there.
We would set the situation up well in advance. I would make reservations at a hotel during the week. We rarely went to the same place twice. Then I would call the service to arrange for a stripper. This was a call to Pauline at work. I would create different situations like looking for a stripper to entertain at a stag party for me and some business customers. Pauline would always ask a series of question to get it just right. What type of hair color, and type of show I was interested in. It would range from high school stripper to out and out slut with toys and the like. Once we settled on the particulars I would get the price. And I would have to pay. That was part of the excitement for Pauline. I guess it helped the slut whore fantasy and I didn't care since the money was going back into our checking account.
On the night of the show I would text her the hotel and room number and wait. Once she arrived we went through introductions and payments. Then she would get down to business. Pauline would have a overnight bag filled with outfits and a radio CD player. Once she changed into her outfit the show began. She would put on a show lasting 20 to 30 minutes that makes me hard just thinking about it. At the end I would approach her about some extra entertainment. Once we established I wasn't a cop the next part of the game was on. The role playing was now on me since this was a stag party of one. I would play a different person and personality for each session. Negotiating what I could get and how much was up to Pauline. It all depended on her mood. Some nights she wanted to see how many times she could make me cum with her mouth. She loves cum and could swallow loads all night. There would also be straight fucking or half and half. When really in the mood I would fuck her ass all night long. After each session Pauline would put on another outfit and another show. The time would let me recover and would get my cock as hard again. The next morning we would continue almost till checkout. Being the slut she wouldn't shower getting dressed with dried cum over most of her body and leave before me. This was just good sexual fun and not to unusual but that changed about six months ago.
We went to a range of high class to seedy clubs. Going on vacation was the perfect opportunity to go to some new places. We were on a two week vacation driving to Florida with a stop at Myrtle Beach. Myrtle Beach the strip club capital of the world. We checked in bring just minimal luggage. Once settled in Pauline ask, "So what are the plans for tonight?"
"I thought we could have a light dinner then go to this sleazy strip club I found out about from the guy at the front desk. After a number of drinks back to the hotel for some fun and games."
"That sounds great! How do you feel about playing stripper slut? I brought my bag of stuff for our vacation."
"I had another idea."
I had been thinking about dominating her for a long time .She smiled and asked what I had in mind. I was going to wait till we got back to the room but the thought of starting now was better then I could have planned.
"We aren't really going to play a typical game. Tonight your going to be my wife Pauline and my whore. As my whore you will do what your told when you're told. Just to make sure you understand we'll make sure you look and act like a whore. I'll put out what you will wear tonight. You will be mine to use however I see fit. If you don't obey you will be taught a lesson like any common slut whore. When we get back I going to use you as my whore taking pleasure in having you, fucking your mouth, pussy, and ass."
As I was telling her of what was going to happen she stared straight ahead slowly moving her hands over her body, feeling her breast with one hand as the other rubbed the inside of her thigh. Her eyes shut and she was getting off on the description what I planned. I walked behind her, held her to me and whispered in her ear.
"You fucking slut did I say you were allowed to get yourself off?"
Her eyes opened as she looked over her shoulder at me. "No I didn't have your permission."
"Well then you need to learn a lesson. Take off your shorts and thong."
Pauline quickly obeyed. Something was different. It was what I was hoping for, not like a game but my wife, as my slut whore and I was her pimp.
"Now hold your hands above your head."
When she was in position I gave her a half dozen cracks on the ass. She yelped and squirmed with each one but never lost her position.
"Now take a shower. Put on some make up and make it heavy and sluttish. I want everyone to know you're my slut whore."
A short time later Pauline emerged from the bathroom made up to perfection. She look like my wife but not my wife. She was transformed.
"Am I made up to your liking?"
She stood there waiting to be told what to do.
"You sure are! This is what you will wear tonight."
I put out a leather mini skirt, thigh high black stocking, four inch heels and a halter top.
"What underwear do you want me to wear?"
"Whore don't wear underwear. Since you're a whore you need to dress like a whore."
Pauline dressed quickly. This was becoming so hot we skipped dinner and went straight to the club. While in the car I told her to pull her skirt up and play with herself but she was not allowed to cum. I made sure to pull next to every truck, van and SUV we passed allowing them to enjoy the show.
We pulled in to the parking lot and Pauline was out in a flash. I lagged behind to put my golf clubs in the trunk. That's when I noticed her bag of outfits and toys. That game could wait. Tonight she would be my whore.
I caught up to her waiting by the door. Grabbing her arm I pulled her around the side and behind some bushes.
"What do you think you're doing! Don't ever walk ahead of me. Whores walk behind their pimps. Do you understand!"
"Yes, it wouldn't happen again.".
Pulling her back to me I held her tight pressing my raging hard on against her ass. I slipped my hand under her skirt grabbing her wet pussy and whispered in her ear.
"Now Pauline, tell me what are you?"
"I'm a whore."
