As I drove up to the Golf Club/Hotel in the morning there was no getting away from the fact that my beautiful wife Deb had in one night progressed from tarty stripper to full on whore. The previous evening she had stripped at an event. This was something of a hobby for her as in day to day life she's a legal secretary.
She had stripped naked and sucked cream from four different men's cocks. Before finishing by fucking a total stranger on stage. That was bad enough, but on the way out a fat, drunk man had offered her £1000 to spend the night with him. Without even asking me if I minded, she had agreed and well, there was no other way to look at it. There was no denying it, my wife, my love, my Deb was by now a whore.
I have to say I was pissed off with her. The stripping, was one thing and while in some respects I'd been dragged into my wife's fantasy, at least I'd got something from it. There was no doubt I'd got a sexual kick from seeing my wife strip naked in front of strangers. If I was being honest, I'd enjoyed her showing her slut side as she stripped. I even got a thrill from seeing her take the ultimate step and fuck
another man on stage.
What had happened the previous night though. Well that was something else. OK a man had offered her a lot of money but she had agreed without a word to me, to stay the night with him and be his tart. That was a massive step. I blamed myself as much as her. I could have stopped her as she'd allowed the man to take her arm and lead her away. I suppose I'd been to shocked and in truth I never said no to Deb. If she wanted to do something I'd never say no. I felt like a fool. A cuckolded fool.
I pulled up outside and text to say I was there. Ten minutes later she was in the car looking tired and flushed and we were heading home.
"So how was last night with that guy?" I asked, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.
"He was called Brian and you want to know if I fucked him? Yes?"
"I guess so." I admitted.
"Take me home let me have a bath and I'll tell you everything." She told me. So I took her home. After a bath and wrapped in a cozy toweling dressing gown she sat me down and told me about her night. She told me that if I interrupted her she wouldn't tell me anything and that we could discuss what had happened when she'd finished and so I sat quietly and listened as she started to speak,
"I suppose I should admit first, that I've always had a bit of a fantasy about being paid to have sex. I guess its the thought that someone finds you so desirable that they will pay to have you. So when Brian offered me £1000, in that instant I thought "Fuck it! When will this ever happen again." I'm sorry I know I should have at least asked you but in that moment I just really wanted to fulfill that fantasy.
In my defense, just a couple of weeks ago, you invited John into our bed. I know he didn't fuck me, but you wanted him to, when I did the first strip it didn't really bother you that James had cum inside my pussy. In fact you'd told me, you'd wished I'd fucked him. Then there was the fact that you had actually watched me fuck Marcus and told me how much you'd enjoyed seeing it. You'd happily watched as another man had me.
Anyway we both know what you want to know is what happened after you left. OK. Well Brian was taking me up to his room. I was shaking with excitement as I was about to let a total stranger fuck me for money. It was thrilling and scary all at the same time. I didn't for a moment fancy him, but I was completely ready to suck his cock and let him fuck me.
However on the same floor as Brian was staying we bumped into another man, Mick I think he was called. He told us there was a small party going on in one of the rooms and when he saw me, he said we should join it. Brian agreed and we went to this other room with Mick. Inside there were 3 men drinking whiskey. They saw me come in and one of them actually said,
"Fuck yeah! The party is here now."
They introduced themselves as Sean, Martin and the third man I already knew. It was John. When I saw John I knew I'd be OK. Our best friend wouldn't let anything bad happen.
They were all pretty drunk to start with and we drank whisky and chatted. One of them put on footage of the show on his phone and I found I was fascinated watching myself. It felt like another woman was on the screen, stripping, sucking and well, fucking.
The men all complimented my body, as well as telling me I had great tits and a cracking arse. I can't deny that made me feel good. They were really surprised when I told them that was the first time I'd gone all the way on stage. They were even more surprised when John told them I'd swallowed his cum a couple of weeks earlier. They didn't believe him until I admitted I had.
By now Brian was snoring in a chair in the corner of the room. There was background music playing and they asked if I'd dance for them. I was probably a bit tipsy after the whisky, so I said, "OK". As you know we'd been on the way out when Brian had stopped us and all I'd had on was a long thin maxi dress covering my stockings and panties, I wasn't wearing a bra. So when John shouted,
"Lose the dress. I know you love to show off that beautiful body."