Slowly, Adrian made small changes in me. First, he asked me to stop wearing a bra. All the time. Josh actually liked that idea, and I felt like they were teaming up on me. It was crazy, but they were scheming against me! They both liked how I looked with my nipples visible through my tops. I felt a little slutty, but it mostly just got me a lot of looks when we went out. I know not wearing a bra is the latest trend and since there was no real harm other than my reputation, I did as they asked.
Then Adrian started canceling outfits that didn't meet his approval. Anything with pants or long skirts he didn't like, except for my leather pants. He liked short skirts, short dresses and tops that showed off my boobs. He bought me clothes and I left some at his house, but they were all pretty slutty, to be honest. Josh even commented on my change in wardrobe.
Josh said he liked it, and even he bought me some outfits like that. I wonder if all guys really want their wives dressing slutty like that, or if it was just those two are freaks? I wasn't sure exactly how much, if any, he discussed these things with Adrian, as Josh never objected to any of Adrian's requests, so I was almost sure they talked. Of course Josh benefitted from it too - getting to see me dressed sexy every day, and he out right told me that he liked me being his "slut wife".
At first, I was very self conscious about going out in public dressed like a slut all the time, but after a while I stopped worrying so much. I was having fun, and maybe it sounds really crazy, but I was getting A LOT of good sex, and not just from Adrian. Probably 5 or 6 days a week with each of them. Josh is my husband, and if he really wanted to, he could stop it anytime, but he didn't. He was enjoying it, and I felt like I had two husbands.
The first really big change came one Saturday night, about five months after Adrian and I started "dating". We went out to a club, and I admit, I got drunk, which I think Adrian did on purpose. To be more precise, I got REALLY drunk. Adrian practically carried me out of the club.
About 2 am, I think, he took me to a tattoo shop where he knew the owner. I'll be honest, I don't remember a lot of it. Just bits and pieces. The next morning, Adrian sent me home to my husband with a butt full of his cum. Josh was up cooking breakfast when I came in. "Hi babe." he greeted me. "How was your date?"
I sat at the table and asked him to join me. "Babe, I've got something to show you, and I'm afraid you are going to get mad at me."
Josh sat beside me and chuckled. "I know about the tattoo. You texted me last night. I could tell you were drunk, so I'm not surprised you don't remember telling me."
"Did I show it to you?" I asked him.
He indicated that I had not, so reluctantly, I put my leg up in his lap for him to inspect the tattoo on my lower right calf. It is a big black spade, with a capital "A" in the center. I told him that I'd be happy to let him tattoo my other leg to try and diffuse any anger he might have, but Josh just looked at it. He inspected it for a while before asking, "I guess the "A" is for Adrian?"
I just shook my head, confirming it. My "boyfriend" had permanently marked me for all the world to see. Then Josh asked the question I feared the most. "Why the spade?" I was too embarrassed to tell him. I just told him that I didn't have the English to explain it, and he should google it's meaning.
"It means you are owned by or held exclusively for black cock only." Josh said aloud. Then he just looked at it, still covered by plastic on my calf. After being silent for a long time, he said, "You know this is going to make black guys hit on you? A lot?"
"That's what Adrian said this morning." I replied. "I think it was his whole intention. He likes seeing guys hit on me."
"Well, you know I do too." Josh smiled as he said it. The asshole actually liked it. "Guess I have that in common with your boyfriend. Honestly, I think it's hot." he immediately confirmed to me. As bad as that was, it was about to get worse.
"There's more." I quietly added.
Josh cocked an eyebrow at me and asked, "Another tattoo?" I just shook my head. I figured I might as well get it all out in the open. I unbuttoned my blouse and showed him my breasts. "Wow!" Josh exclaimed. "He pierced your nipples! That's so fucking hot!"
I laughed, partially at his reaction, and part because I was relieved he wasn't mad. The barbels made my nipples stand straight up ALL THE TIME. Now, instead of my nipples being slightly visible when I went out, they screamed at the whole world, "Look at me!" But as long as Josh wasn't mad, I guess I was ok with it.
My nipples are super sensitive, and it just encouraged both of them to play with my breasts more, once they were healed, so I got a benefit from it too. On the downside, I no longer could pass for sweet and cute. Now I only looked sexy and slutty, but I was having more fun than ever.
In spite of that, after a while, I came to like both the tattoo and the piercings. I already had my belly button pierced, so the additions matched fairly well. Josh actually liked how guys would hit on me when they saw it. Specifically, black guys. Sometimes right in front of him. He said I was hot and it made him feel excited to know other guys wanted to fuck his little Asian wife. I'd just slap his arm and tell him that's how he ended up having to share me with Adrian, and he would just laugh. He liked teasing me that I should let them fuck me, but told him two guys is enough already. I am such a slut now. Adrian's prediction had come true.
The next month was Christmas, and a couple weeks before the holiday, Josh came home as Adrian was seeing how far down my throat he could push his cock. He came in and sat across from us right as Adrian filled my stomach up with his seed. Once he let go of my hair, I sat on the couch beside Adrian, wiping his juices from my mouth.
Unexpectedly, Adrian spoke up, "Hi Josh. I'm glad you are here." I saw Josh looking confused at the statement. "I need to ask you something," Adrian continued. I was shocked at him using the word "ask". Usually Adrian just did what he wanted. "My family is in Southern California, and I'm spending Christmas week and New Year's week there visiting them. I want to take Jasmine with me."
Josh took in a deep breath. "I appreciate you asking me. Can I talk with Jasmine tonight and let you tomorrow when you come pick her up?" I'm always surprised at his control over his temper. Josh is an amazing man. That could not have been an easy question to be asked. Adrian was basically asking Josh to loan his wife to him for the holidays.
"Yeah man. That's cool." Adrian replied before getting up. "See you guys tomorrow. Bye babe." and Adrian kissed me before he headed out. I sat in silence, nervous about it all. Adrian hadn't warned me he was going to do that.
Finally, Josh broke it up and asked me, "What do you think. Do you want to go?"
I was really nervous. Adrian had surprised us both, but I had more to tell Josh. "Baby. I told you I would never lie to you right?" Josh confirmed it was true. "I've been true to that, and I won't lie to you now. There is something I need to tell you."
I could see Josh getting concerned, and replied, "What babe?"
"Babe, you are my husband, and my priority. So I must tell you that Adrian said to me tonight that he loves me." I quietly declared. I didn't know what else to say, so I sat there quietly.
After a few minutes of consideration, Josh asked me, "Do you love him?" he asked me with worry in his face.
"I don't know what to say." I admitted. I was shaking I was so nervous, and I tend to ramble on and on in these situations. "I won't lie to you. I don't know what you believe, but I think it's possible to love two people at the same time. It doesn't change how I feel about you. You are my husband, and I will always put you first. I will break up with Adrian in a second if you asked me to. You come first, no questions asked. But the truth is we have been dating for like 7 months, so yes, I have some feelings for him. We have sex nearly everyday, so I think it is only normal that I would feel something for him. It's not the same as our love, but I do like him."
Josh considered what I said, and gave me a thoughtful reply. "I appreciate you being honest with me, and I think you are right. It is to be expected, and I believe you that you still feel the same way about me. You certainly show me everyday how much you love me, and I don't just mean just the sex. I don't want you to break it off with Adrian. I don't know why, but I'm not jealous.
I know you are happy, and I don't want to change anything. I'm happy too. Let's be honest. We started out doing this because our sex life was sluggish. Now, I have sex with you nearly every day. In a way, it accomplished exactly what I wanted it to. We still spend plenty of time together as husband and wife, so there is really nothing for me to be jealous about. Therefore my conclusion is that you should go ahead and go with him to California. It should be fun, and I know you want to see the beach."
In a way, I was relieved. I was sure telling Josh what Adrian had declared his love would be a big problem, and put my marriage on rocky ground, but I was not going to lose my husband. It was true, I would dump Adrian no matter what the consequences if he asked me to. I will always put Josh first, but I did have some feelings for Adrian. Maybe I wasn't ready to call it love, but I did like him. I told Adrian I would go to California with him. Needless to say, Adrian was happy. All Josh asked was that he take care of me, and Adrian promised to return me safe and sound to him in two weeks.
So I went to southern California with Adrian. Crazy doesn't even begin to describe his family. Adrian introduced me to his family, and his mother asked me how I met her son. I told her the truth. "We met at a club."
She shook her head and scolded Adrian, "Dammit Adrian, she isn't another stripper, is she? I told you not to date those skanks!"
I was in shock, but Adrian spoke up, "No momma. A DANCE club! Don't be rude to her please. She's not a stripper!" While I could understand how she thought that, the way Adrian had me dressed, I still didn't want her to think I am a stripper. I don't know why, but somehow it motivated me to play the "good girlfriend" to try and impress his family. I know, I'm crazy, but I did my best to make him proud of me.
Otherwise, it was a typical American Christmas. I helped his mother in the kitchen, and she even asked me to fix a dish from the Philippines, so I made Adobo, as most American's like it. Really, other than being called a stripper, I actually relaxed and enjoyed myself. I blushed when Adrian's grandmother asked him when we were getting married. Thankfully Adrian just changed the subject and I didn't have to answer her question.
The hardest challenge was keeping quiet every night and morning when Adrian fucked me in his old bedroom at his parents house. They already thought I was a slut, and I didn't want to give them any more fuel for the fire. If they only knew the truth!
The two weeks flew by, and after celebrating the new year's with Adrian on the beach, we flew back home. I was excited to see Josh. He met me at the airport, and I ran to his arms when I saw him. I covered him with kisses as he nodded to Adrian before taking me home.
