Lucy

(Due to ill health this will be my last post, I hope you like it, it took a lot of effort. I will archive in a while.)

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Chris, thirty three, asked his wife Lucy, if she had met the new neighbour from three doors down.

"Only to say hello and a couple small chats last week, why" she asked.

"I met him this afternoon walking home from the station." Chris explained. He was asking if I knew this hot girl he'd seen in a tight white t-shirt and black jeans, fair hair about twenty six or seven."

"Hang on," Lucy said, a little surprised.

"Yep, you! Seen you about town on Saturday, really fancies you too."

"Naturally, he's only human. He's not bad, maybe forty five to fifty I'd say, quite fit." His wife stated.

"Oh, fancy him do you, have to watch you then." Chris joked.

Over the next few days the thought of the new neighbour kept popping into Lucy's head unbidden. There was the occasional naughty thought as well, but nothing to act on. Lucy was faithful. She and Chris had a good love life, Lucy would like him to be a little more dominant, like her first two fellas but she loved him.

"Guess what honey," Chris announced that Friday evening when he got home. "Ran into Guy, three doors down? Apparently he's just finished his party shed and says to go round tonight and have a few drinks and stuff."

Free drinks was a good enticement and as for 'Party shed', well they'd find out. "I hope there's no ulterior motive." Lucy said with a naughty smile.

Chris wondered...

Just before Eight Chris rang the door bell and Guy opened the door and invited them through. The house was minimalist and neat, quality goods all round. As Guy led them out to the garden Chris asked who else was coming.

"Not made any proper friends yet, apart from you two of course, Just couldn't wait to christen the shed. Now there's a thought, Hang on." Guy said as he dived back into the kitchen, quickly re emerging with a half bottle of red wine. "Maybe the Lady would do the honours?" He said, gesturing toward the shed and offering the bottle. "No need to break it, just twist the lid off and poor some on the door." Guy seemed to be 'In charge' in a nice way.

Chris grinned as Lucy went to the door and announced; "I hereby declare this, The party Shed, duly opened and may all who party in her enjoy!"

A small round of applause later and Guy opened the door and gestured them inside. They had forgotten any concern over guests, or lack of.

The shed was like a small club house inside. A bar, pool table, games console and coffee table with easy chairs. The lighting was a little subdued and there was soft playing pop music. Very nice.

Chris and Guy had beer, Lucy had Asbach and a dash of lemonade. The shed got lots of compliments and Guy pointed out that it was sound warmth insulated too. Drinks to hand they played Super Mario and chatted about each other.

Guy, long divorced, was a semi retired investor who had done well for himself, he worked more to keep his had in than anything and seemed very self confident. Chris, easy going, was in advertising and Lucy, twenty nine, five feet three with a tight body and 32C cups, was a self employed graphic artist, working part time and mostly from home.

After Lucy was soundly beaten on the race track they repaired to the easy chairs, quite relaxed and Lucy rather tipsy and enjoying Guy's company.

"So Guy," began Chris, "How soon before you start bringing the ladies in here then, or is the house reserved for that kind of thing?"

Guy laughed, "Oh both work, and it won't take me long either, no problem!"

"Confident aren't you Guy?" Lucy said, she had grown a certain attraction to the older man. Greying temples, warm smile and laughing, almost dangerous eyes and a commanding presence.

"Up for a bet on that then, the pair of you?"

They looked to each other and Chris said, with a very slight slur, "How's that?"

With a moments thought Guy replied; "I bet, I get a snog and a fondle with Lucy if I can get her within one yard of a bed! Confident are you?"

Chris nearly sprayed beer while Lucy went a little pink but rallied. "I guarantee you, not within ten feet. No offence Guy." Chris believed his wife.

Guy stood and said "Shake?" and they did.

Guy moved his chair away. He then pressed a button on the wall opposite the door and a bed dropped carefully out from a wall recess, over the coffee table. The foot of the bed was less than two feet from Lucy. Guy smiled at them both.

"Oh what? No, cheat, cheat." Chris complained, smiling at the ingenuity of the bet.

"Really? Oh boy that was sneaky man, sneaky." Claimed Lucy, also smiling.

"Bet's a bet guys, I never said how. So, paying?" Guy said in a playful yet commanding way.

"Up to you Luce, it's really your bet and your penalty."

Lucy thought she ought to have been defended by her husband here, so with her hackles ever so slightly up, she said. "As you say, a bet's a bet I suppose." And stood up, straightened her little black dress, then sat on the end of the bed. "Come on then, cheater!"

Lucy crossed her right leg over her left as Guy settled to her left. He shrugged his shoulders at Chris and as Lucy gave a resigned sigh, he moved in for the kiss.

At first it was lips only, then Guy put gentle pressure on with his tongue and it was a snog. Chris was mesmerised and confused. Lucy was wondering why her panties were getting damp and Guy gently moved in for the fondle.

Left hand to Lucy's right side, slowly raise it until boob contact and, with no resistance, cupped the right breast.

Lucy was sort of lost. Terribly turned on, conscious of the element of cheating on her husband, and his lack of defence which served him right. When did the hand move inside the dress? Why was nipple so hard as it was twisted? Who initiated the soft fall onto the bed? Why did she not resist when the hand left the breast to arrive high on the right thigh, under the dress.

Chris was hard enough to crack rocks and hot under the collar. He hadn't seen Guy's right hand slide the zip down the back of the dress or the slick, one handed unclasping of the bra, before the boob grope. Lucy had barely noticed either.

One and a half minutes later, Guy's hand re appeared pulling down Lucy's black panties to her knees, she unconscionably had lifted her rear to assist while missing the fingers from her clitoris. She was re-leaved when they returned.

Chris saw the glow on his wife's throat as she got near orgasm, he so wanted to fuck her now and oddly, see Guy fuck her even more! Guy sipped off his shoes, stood up taking Lucy with him and Chris watched in awe as her clothes slid slowly to the floor around Lucy's fee.

Chris and his wife missed Guy releasing his slacks and letting them and his boxers drop. He stepped out of them as Lucy stepped out of hers. Guy scooped up the stupefied woman and lay her gently on the middle of the bed. Chris was awe struck, horny and unable to think straight.

Lucy was so wet and in the moment she forgot it was not her husband about to mount her. Her orgasm hit just as the stiff, new penis opened her labia and slid inside her. She moaned a sexy, dirty moan and Chris made a mess in his pants. Another man was fucking his wife.

Chris watched as his wife wrapped her legs around the new neighbour and humped back at his thrusts. Guy had staying power and kept going at least twenty minutes before he whispered in Lucy's ear.

"Do you like this? Are you enjoying being a slut wife Lucy?"

Lucy could barely speak as she was nearing another orgasm, but managed a quiet, "Yes, yes I am."

"Then say it loud. Say you want to be a slut wife, say you are a slut wife, tell your husband you're a slut wife!"

Chris heard none of that, but suddenly Lucy said, loud and clear; " I want to be a slut wife, I am a slut wife. I'm a slut, a fucking slut and I want to FUCK..."

Chris was rock hard again and more turned on than ever before. His wife's announcement and orgasm came as a shock but he so wanted to fuck her now too.

"Come on Chris, come and fuck your wife, come on."

Guy went to the bar as Chris dropped his jeans and piled onto his wife ramming her harder than ever before. "Want to be a slut do you, want to be a fuck slut for all and sundry do you? Good! Then be a slut you fucking whore wife," Chris said loudly.

A minute later they both came very hard. Lucy all but passed out. Chris stood up, embarrassed by his out burst. Panicking he quickly dressed but didn't know why. He turned to see Guy in a robe.

"Ooh man, nasty. She might be a little upset with you now. Look, shoot off home now and I'll bring her round when she wakes up, if she doesn't see you right away she may be less rattled and embarrassed. Come on, I'll show you out." Lucy absently rubbed her clitoris.

Confused as to how Guy had taken command but worried he had upset his wife, Chris was almost bum rushed out. When he got home he wondered if he'd done the right thing, but lacked the confidence to go back and face the music.

Guy rushed back to his latest conquest and threw off the robe. A quick rub of the clit and he raised Lucy's legs to his shoulder and with a kiss ploughed on.

"Slut eh? Want to be a slut do you Lucy. Tell me, are you going to be a slut? Are you a slut?" Guy said quietly.

Caught out by the sudden resuming of a hard fucking Lucy was a bit confused but still lustful, she humped back on instinct.

Again, quietly but firmly; "Tell me Lucy, do you want to be a slut, are you a slut whore wife? Tell me loudly. Tell the world."

Half shouting now, Lucy announced; "I'm a slut wife. I want to be a slut whore wife. Guy, make me a slut whore wife. Make me." She loved the dominance.

Guy fucked on for another ten minutes before, with a yell, he shot a huge load of cum on top of Lucy's husbands, making her cum again too. They both collapsed, spent.

Hours later Lucy surfaced from a weird dream where she was trying to pick up men in a bar. She jumped as a finger rubbed gently on her clit. A soft warm voice told her she was dreaming and everything was fine, she really is a slut wife.

Guy heard Lucy muttering in her sleep and got the gist of what she was saying. Suddenly she raised her head as two fingers moved in to her welcoming hole.

Thinking she was still dreaming, Lucy accepted the pleasure from the fingers, they had her halfway to cumming and it felt good. She was horny. The fingers stopped and she was mounted, a good stiff cock was thrusting up her slut hole and it felt right. I sudden thought came unbidden and she said in a normal voice;

"I'm a slut, I'm a slut whore wife and I want to be a slut whore wife. Make me a slut whore Guy, make Me A slut WHORE Wife. Oh oh ooooo..."

Guy smiled knowing full well that not only was this hot wife now his, but if he was wrong then the four audio cameras would make it so. He watched as his friend Adil fucked on.

Chris had a poor nights sleep and woke early. Just after seven and Lucy was not home, how much trouble was he in?

At the same time Lucy was watching a play back of a dark skinned man fucking her with her legs wrapped tightly around him, and her calling out how she wanted to be a slut wife and for Guy to make her one. She was bent over a chair while Guy took her from behind. She was very much enjoying the early morning sex and turned on by the play back, but also worried about the whole situation.

Chris was much re-relieved when, just after nine The doorbell rang and he found Lucy on the step. Of course, only he had taken a key.

Chris moved back to let Lucy in and then hugged her hugely saying how much he loved her and was she alright?

Lucy was fine, loved him too, was hungry and needed a shower. He fried while she showered.

Breakfast done, Chris washed up while they discussed the night before. They were both cloudy on exactly how things had transpired, tried to take the blame and admonish the others guilt. Neither mentioning quite how much enjoyment there was, for each of them. Lucy admitted to more sex with Guy but deliberately left out Adil, the tall, dark stranger in the play back. They both avoided the 'slut wife' outbursts, not willing to admit how much they liked the idea.

Sunday was an oddly quiet day where after lunch they went for a riverside walk holding hands in the afternoon, and watched an old war film after dinner. They had fairly physical sex when they went to bed and then slept well.

Monday morning routine was a welcome distraction and by ten twenty all seemed normal. Chris was in a meeting at the office and Lucy was in sweat pants and t-shirt at the keyboard. Her phone announced a text. It was from Guy and read; 'Shed, one thirty!' Was it text short or a demand? Lucy decided to think abut it a while.

Swapping the pants for a grey pencil skirt with a small side slit, for no reason, Lucy went to Guy's without really giving it much conscious thought at all. She was nervous and a little excited when she saw a small note stuck to the door, telling her to use the side gate, which she had not noticed previously. She went in.

Even more nervous and excited Lucy's next thought was 'Do I knock or just go in?' She did both.

As the door closed behind her, Lucy saw not just Guy but another man too. Mike was introduced as a friend but not by name, and Lucy suddenly heard her voice, at conversational volume, calling out for Guy to make her a slut whore wife and so on, from the console. She went bright red and lost the ability to ask what was going on.

Mike was six feet and a little flabby but looked strong. He was wearing jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt, both of which were a bit dirty, as if he were say, a builder. He moved as if to shake hands but it turned into a firm hug.

"Hey Lucy, as per your request, that you just heard played back, my friend has given up his lunch break to help out. Play nice now."

Lucy heard the stunning words just as Mike began kissing her, full tongues. Confused, she went with it, and restarted it after Mike removed her t-shirt followed by his own. She was so horny and try though she did, couldn't articulate a reason to stop what was happening. The men were in charge.

As Guy sat in an easy chair Mike unclasped the bra and then stood back to raise the bemused woman's skirt awkwardly to her hips and then above. He quickly pulled down Lucy's panties, which she ridiculously, suddenly, wished were one of her better looking pairs, then slid his jeans and y fronts down to kick them off. (When did he remove his boots?)

Lifted, Lucy was quickly thrown to the middle of the bed where Mike dived head first between her thighs and began an assault by tongue of her now wet sex.

"Guy?" Lucy managed to ask. "What, I mean, how... how..."

Guy used a remote to raise the console volume for Lucy to hear her own answer but, before she could respond Mike hit the sweet spot and all she could manage was a cartoon like, "Aaarg"

Mike was quickly up and on top and thrusting a fat member into the slut wife, taking her breath away. He had her cumming in minutes. Guy grinned, big time.

Lucy was just recovered when Mike manhandled her onto all fours and re entered her from behind. The penetration was deeper, better and more thrilling as Mike said; "Like you said Guy, a really hot one, great bod and fucks like the energiser fucking bunny. I'm gonna love shooting up this one, any minute now."

Instinctively, Lucy pushed back harder and grabbed the back of mike's hand as he grabbed her right breast. This was not an attempt to stop him. When Guy knelt in front of her she easily took the offered cock into her mouth and learned to deep throat like a natural. The wet, slapping noise of a slut in fuck mode were loud.

Mike soon announced his immanent inseminating of Lucy and let fly with several extra hard thrusts, deep into the accepting house wife. She celebrated with a huge cum of her own. Three minutes later Mike was gone after a high five with Guy.

Guy shot into Lucy's mouth minutes later and held her head until she swallowed it all, then got off the bed and grabbed the wipes, taking one and throwing the pack across the room. By the time he was respectable looking Lucy was coming back to the world, her recorded voice still playing gently on the loop.

Guy passed Lucy her t-shirt and saw her look around. "Oh, you won't be needing lingerie much any more, put this on and sort the skirt out,

quickly, " He instructed, "I have a business call in ten!"

Still rather in an excited muddle, an obedient Lucy was guided toward the side gate as Guy commented on the weather and her 'nice' skirt then, as he encouraged her through the gateway said; "I'll be in touch about next time, I promise never before one pm. Well done. Bye. Oh, feel free to pick up playmates yourself too!" And he closed the gate behind her. Lucy walked home with a stranger's cum leaking down her thighs.

"Next time. Feel free to..?" Could he mean...

Chris got home to find dinner on and an open bottle of wine on the table with two glasses poured. "Hi honey, what's the occasion?" He asked as he kissed his wife.

"Hello Chris, we need to talk. About some upcoming life style changes!"