As I pondered the current situation I realized that there were some potential problems looming in the near future. Although my wife had accepted her new behavior by way of her rationalization that she was now a slut, and although I was enjoying the resulting sex between us, there were still some issues to be resolved. The first was the matter of her safety. Eventually someone was bound to push things too far when they discovered her submissive/obedient nature. In these situations her martial arts training may not be enough; she needed to carry a weapon. I considered a number of options and eventually settled on a eighteen inch collapsible steel baton. Fully compressed it measures only six inches long and weighs just a few pounds making it relatively easy to carry in a purse or coat pocket. It can be quickly extended to it's full length with the flick of the wrist and when used properly can seriously augment one's defensive and offensive power. Plus, one of the regular instructors at our gym teaches baton tactics. So I bought the baton and signed Jolene up for the classes.
The second issue was that although I loved hearing about all of my wife's sexual adventures and enjoyed the sex afterwards, I wanted to be involved in some. If I was present at more of them this would help ameliorate my safety concerns as well. The problem was that I had to work full-time and I couldn't just take off whenever it looked like Jolene was about to get into a potential sexual situation. And even if I could, my sudden presence could put a quick halt to the proceedings. The answer was obvious: I needed to organize, engineer, or otherwise plan events where my wife could have sex with other men and where my participation would not be deleterious. To be truly useful this would have to be done on a frequent basis. This would take some careful thought and creativity. What fun!
My first inspiration came on Sunday while I was doing some yard work. I noticed that my neighbor Mac was outside working as well, so I stopped to talk to him for a bit. I mentioned that Jolene had recently purchased some new sexy clothes and lingerie and that I was thinking that a new photo shoot would be nice. He leaped at the chance, of course, and offered to do the shoot for us. But not only stills, video as well. I accepted his "offer" and told him to come over in an hour.
Jolene used that hour to get ready and by the time that Mac arrived and setup his gear she was in her first outfit looking absolutely stunning. This time I took a more active role in posing my wife and moved on to the more explicit poses much quicker than before. By the time she came down in her final lingerie set, a see-through camisole, white thong panties, and "fuck me" pumps with four inch heels, both Mac and I were sporting very hard wood.
After a few pictures with the entire outfit I had her remove the thong. I liked the look of her pussy on display, but her tits covered, or should I say partially covered. We took some more like that and then I had her remove the camisole slowly as Mac took a half a dozen pictures. Now we did the really slutty photos where Jolene was squeezing her tits and fingering her snatch. It was really hot, but I wanted to turn up the heat even more so I stepped into the frame and told my wife to get on her knees and take out my cock. I had Mac take pictures as she fondled my manhood and slipped it into her mouth. He captured some nice shots of Jolene licking the head of my cock and teasing it with her tongue. Then he took more as she opened her mouth wide and slowly lowered her head down until she had taken the entire length of my hard shaft.
Now it was time for me to surprise Mac. We had hooked up the camera's video output to the big screen TV at the other end of the room so that I could see what Mac was seeing though the viewfinder. Up until now I had let him frame all the shots, but now I instructed him to move the camera a little to make some room on the other side of my wife. Mac looked confused until I told him to join us and then he his expression changed to one of surprise. He grabbed the remote for the camera and stood by Jolene where I indicated. Then I told my wife to turn around and suck Mac's cock. His surprise was replaced by joy as Jolene pushed his pants and underwear the ground. I had to remind him to continue taking pictures as she worked her oral magic on his hard cock.
I pulled up on her hips so that she was on her hands and knees, her ass pointing invitingly at me. I aimed my cock right at her pussy, almost touching it. Mac zoomed in and took a couple of pictures as I held the pose. Then I inserted just the head into her steaming tunnel. I had to put my hand on my wife's back to keep her from pushing backwards. I could feel her body trembling as we held the pose so that Mac could take a couple of shots. Then I slid in half-way and had him take two more shots before I pushed all the way into Jolene's hot pussy. At this point I was done posing; I was fucking my wife with full strokes while she was blowing Mac and he was snapping picture after picture. After a minute of this I had Jolene turn around 180 degrees. Mac looked at me questioningly when she presented her ass to him and I nodded my assent. He looked like he was in heaven as he slowly sunk his hard dick into her wet pussy. My wife took my steel hard cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down, fucking me with her face. We switched a few more times before Mac shot his load into her mouth and I shot mine onto her back. And it was all recorded in glorious ten megapixel digital photographs and digital video.
After that Mac licked Jolene to a couple of orgasms while I took the camera off the tripod and got some closeups. Then she sucked him back to hardness and Mac and I spent the next hour and a half fucking my wife in every way we knew, including a double-penetration with me in her ass and Mac in her cunt. It was a wonderful afternoon and the pictures tuned out great. I've been thinking of posting some of them on the Internet, but I have not yet decided for sure.
The next day was Monday and about eleven o'clock in the morning I got a call from my wife telling me that Ed had come over and was now shaving her cunt. She even used the word 'cunt', which she never does. I could hear Ed in the background telling her what to say, so I knew she was deep into her submissive persona. She had always kept her 'cunt' well trimmed, but apparently Ed wanted it completely bald.
"I'm supposed to tell you that I must shave it every day because Ed hates stubble. If I don't I'll be punished." She breathed heavily into the phone.
"What kind of punishment?" I asked.
I heard some murmuring in the background as she passed on my question. "He says that bad girls get spanked, but that's just for starters." She relayed.
Sounded like Ed was a bit of a BSDM guy. That could be interesting. "Better behave then." I told her.
"I will, daddy." She said in a sultry voice. There was more murmuring. "I have to go now. Ed says he wants to try out my freshly shaved cunt. He's going to fuck me silly on our bed and then have me use his cum as a moisturizer on my cunt." She hung up.
My cock was hard the rest of the day thinking of old Ed Jacobson shaving my slutty submissive wife and fucking her on our bed. Trying to get any quality work done these days was becoming difficult. I would have to learn a whole new meaning for the word 'professionalism' if I was going to maintain my work standards.
When I got home I inspected her newly bald pussy. It gave her a kind of prepubescent look, until you noticed her tits; they were definitely adult sized! But despite this when we fucked it felt great, so I decided to let Ed have his way and let her keep shaving it. Afterwards I was thinking that if I kept up the current pace my dick was going to fall off. I knew that she needed more sex than even I and Ed could provide, but where could I find safe, clean men for her? I decided that I didn't want any more neighbors involved, nor anyone from work. All my friends were out too; they were all married and I didn't want to run the risk of ruining their marriages. For the moment I was stumped. And sore.
My answer came from an unexpected direction. On Wednesday my boss called me into his office. He told me that he had been invited to a party being thrown on Friday night by the manager at another company we had just signed a big contract with. This contract was a joint venture to develop a new product and was important to our company. The problem was that my boss already had plans, but he didn't want to lose the opportunity to get to know the other team better. So he wanted me to go instead. They were more my age than his anyway, he rationalized, so I'd be able to get a better 'read' on them. It was a semi-casual affair at this other manager's home and he encouraged me to bring Jolene so that it wouldn't look like I was trying to spy on them. Of course, that was my assignment, but he didn't want it to look like that.
Jolene was excited about the prospect of meeting some new people and readily accepted the invitation. I was worried about the potential consequences if she should get out of control, but I figured I could keep an eye on her well enough at a private home.
When I returned home on Friday evening my wife was still getting ready so I took a quick shower and shaved. When she was finally finished she looked stunning. She had on a black cocktail dress that looked very sexy on her. It only showed a modest amount of cleavage, but was scooped low in the back and ended about three or four inches above her knees. It was obvious with so much of her back bare that she couldn't wear a bra with it, so her tits had a nice bounce when she walked. Actually, the little dress supported her better than I thought it would and the effect was sexy, but not slutty. Probably the right look for a party like this. She had on nice strappy, open toed shoes with about three inch heels and pantyhose. Her hair and makeup were tastefully done and it looked like she had gotten a manicure as well.
When we arrived the party was already in full swing and after the obligatory introductions by the host we were free to mingle. As I had anticipated, Jolene received a lot of attention by all the men. I didn't mind because this distracted them and made it easier for me to 'work' them. The drinks were flowing freely, which in some ways also made my job easier, but I had to be careful not to drink too much myself.
About an hour in I heard a voice that I recognized. I turned around and there was one of my best friends from High School, Tom Turner. Momentarily forgetting my wife I quickly walked across the room directly towards him.
"Tom! It's good to see you." I exclaimed as I stuck my hand out. "What are you doing here?" I asked as he shook my proffered hand.
"Pete! " He hailed me. "I could ask you the same thing."
It turned out that he worked for the gentleman who was throwing the party; and in fact Tom was the system architect for the project. I told him that it looked like we were going to work together since I was the technical lead for the software development team on our end. He seemed pleased at that prospect. We talked and caught up on what we were each doing now.
"So, are you married yet?" I asked him.
"Was." He answered. "But we got divorced a year ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said.
"Don't be. Tina turned into a real bitch after we got married. The only thing I miss is the sex, she was a real tiger in bed." He assured me.
"You married a girl named Tina?" I asked, laughing.
"Don't even go there." He warned, playfully. "So, I heard you and Jolene tied the knot. Couldn't she make it tonight?"
