Married Slut

Chapter 5

I was awakened with a start as the front door burst open hard, my husband apparently having seen my car outside, with his voice yelling "What the hell are you doing here, bitch?"

I started to gather my clothes and put them back on while trying to respond. I wanted to tell him I wanted him back. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry for all that had happened. I wanted to tell him that I would never stray again. I wanted to tell him all these things and more, but nothing came out. I knew that anything I said along those lines would be a lie.

Maybe it was time for a lie.

"I don't know what happened to me or what I was thinking!" I tried to scream over top of him. "It just happened and I lost control. It will never happen again."

"You're damn right, it wont. You are going to get your whore ass out of this house right now and don't ever come back." he said, calming down a little.

"But, I love you and I don't want to lose you!" I exclaimed. That much, at least, was true.

"You showed it. Acting like a whore." he said, almost conversationally.

"But, it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been dressed like I was," I said, trying to explain. "THey thought I was on the prowl. You wanted me to dress that way."

"I didn't want you to be a whore!" he yelled back at me.

"You just wanted me to look like one?" I asked sarcastically.

"I just wanted you to look sexier," he said, calming down a bit.

"Why did you want me to look sexxier? I asked. "To show me off? Your little fuck doll?"

"Hell no." he replied. "I was just proud to have such a pretty girl as my wife."

So, you wanted me to look hot for your friends?" I asked one more time.

He didn't answer.

"Would you have been as mad if I had fucked your buddies from work?" I asked.

"HELL YES!" he screamed.

"I don't believe you. Why else would you always try to get me to dress sexier around them? Shorts and bikini tops for company picnics? I bet they even said things to you about me. And you loved it." I argued.

I stopped trying to get my clothes back on, instead beginning to remove them again.

"You want everyone to ogle my tits, right? Well, here. Look at them. Maybe if I go to the door the neighbors can see." I said as I started to the door.

He grabbed me by the arm as I started by him.

I lowered my tone to a sensual one. "You don't want the neighbors to see your baby's tits?" I said as I started to kiss his cheek.

He pushed me away. "No. It's none of their business." he said, deflated.

"Invite everyone over from work to watch the game Sunday." I negotiated. "I'll wear whatever you want.

"No. Besides, everyone at work already knows I kicked you out and why." he said.

"Invite them over anyway." I said. "See what happens."

It was a weird week. I slept on the couch and we barely spoke. He got up and went to work. Once alone, I had already known how the week would go. I went out and got a new haircut. Then I bought some new clothes. I bought a bright blue sheer top that left my areola visible if you looked closely. I got a leather dog leash and collar and a pair of tight leather shorts.

This was for Sunday and he had no idea.

What I did know was that I already knew what I planned to do. I was setting myself to be a whore for all of his friends every time they got together to watch football. I had had a taste of cock and I liked it. I wanted it. Hell, I needed it.

Every day I put myself in position to be noticed and satisfy my newly found cock lust. But, I was disappointed because in our neighborhood most of the men worked during the day and when I would leave the house in next to nothing to go check the mailbox at the corner, the only people I ran into were other housewives.

I had a button up shirt on with a pair of shorts. The shirt was completely unbuttoned and as I approached the mailbox another lady from our neighborhood approached from the other direction. She saw what I was wearing and the disdain was palatable.

My breasts hung freely, completely bare between them and the fabric hanging down to cover the nipples. Barely.

I enjoyed looking in her eyes as she looked away with contempt.

When my husband got home, I met him at the door, having cooked dinner and hoping for some sort of reconciliation, but he seemed as distant and angry when he got home as he had been since that night. I tried moving a little faster so my blouse kept blowing open, keeping my breasts revealed most of the night.

He left, leaving me alone in the house for the evening while he went out. I didn't know where he went. He didn't speak with me at all, but shortly after he left his best friend stopped by. He was planning on going out for a couple of beers and wanted my husband to go with him.

"He's not here." I said at the front door allowing my shirt to remain open and my breasts to be exposed.

I was horny and I wanted cock and I certainly wasn't getting it from my husband.

I turned to look over my shoulder allowing my tits to be even more exposed while I looked into the house. It was a ruse to expose myself, but he didn't need to know that.

"You wanna come in and wait for him?" I asked. "I'll get you a beer while you wait."

"Sure" he said as he came in.

I didn't attempt to shut the door behind him, leaving the storm door shut but the view into the house wide open.

I went to the fridge and got a beer, telling him to have a seat, I would be right back.

When I came back, he was seated on the couch. I went to him, standing directly in front of him, legs spread straddling his legs, my bare stomach inches from his face. He continued to look up at me, obviously confused but not moving. I made a show of opening the beer. The twist top was sooooo tight I twisted myself to open it and my stomach brushed his face.

I stood there, unmoving, letting my proximity resonate. I stared down at him, looking into his eyes almost daring him to move.

He didn't.

I leaned into him, pressing my flesh against him.

He still didn't move.

I began to dance, slightly brushing my abdomen against his face as he sat there unmoving until I put my hands to the side of his head and pulled him into me. He didn't move, except for his mouth and tongue which began to lick my abdomen and found its way to my belly button.

I took the beer from his hands and turned to sit it on the coffee table and turned back to him. He was still looking up at me, confused. I pushed him back on the couch and dropped to my knees. I began to kiss around his pants where his cock was beginning to stiffen.

He still didn't say a word.

I opened his pants and took out his stiff erection, kissing the tip of it. Looking up into his face, I kissed up and down his impressive cock, stopping when I got to his balls to take them into my mouth. I sucked on his balls while slowly stroking his cock. He just continued to watch in astonishment.

I put my lips over his cock and slowly lowered them steadily until I had his entire shaft down my throat, a trick I had learned while with Tyquan. I came up and slowly went down again, continually stroking his cock with my throat.

He finally moved. When I stopped, his hands shot out to my head and pulled me back down on his cock. I happily obliged and continued.

Then, I stood quickly and took off my shorts. I climbed on top of him and immediately slid his hard cock into my waiting, wet pussy. It slid in eagerly and I began to bounce on him feeling him fill me over and over again.

I don't know what happened next. Well, I do know WHAT happened, I just don't know WHY it happened.

As I slowly and sensually rode up and down on his cock, I began to talk to him.

"How do you like fucking your best friends slut wife?" He was taken aback and tried to pull out. "You like fucking me, knowing he could walk in any time. You know I've been cheating on him. You know I'll fuck anyone...anyway. Don't you?"

"I know you fucked a bunch of guys at the bar" he said.

"While he watched..." I responded. "He won't admit it but he liked watching." I continued as I kept up a slow steady rhythm on his cock. "He always wanted me to dress like a slut. When I did, I got fucked. It's what he wanted. He likes watching his baby be used every way by a group of men. Any men."

I climbed off him and got between his knees, taking his cock in my mouth. I began to suck it and then stopped with the tip of his cock waiting at the entrance to my mouth.

"You would love him to watch, wouldn't you?" I said as I took his cock deep into my throat and held it there.

"MMMMM" he groaned.

I pulled off.

"Tell me you want him to watch." I said, demandingly.

He reached for my head and I pulled back.

"Tell me" I said more forcefully.

"I want him to watch. Fuck, I don't care if he watched." he said, finally giving in.

I pushed him back on the sofa and started to climb on top of him. Stopping when I had his erect cock at the entrance to my pussy. I began to slowly lower myself onto him and slid slowly until he was completely in me. I began gyrating my hips, stroking his penis with my wet pussy until I felt him start to thrust into me.

"Harder" I demanded.

He started to thrust harder.

Again, I demanded "Harder."

He began to pound me ferociously as I began to join in the motion, multiplying the force.

Suddenly, I felt the tightening of his body indicating his coming release. He tried to pull out, but I clamped down on him, forcing all of the spurting cum to deposit in my vagina. I felt him spasm and felt the warm jizz shoot into me.

I climbed off and took his cock into my mouth and cleaned it lovingly, licking every drop of leftover, clinging semen off along with my pussy juices.

When he was completely clean, I began to get my clothes in order, making myself presentable. He just watched while I did, and didn't move until I went to the door.

"Oops," I said. " The door was open. I wonder if anybody saw."

I knew that nobody had approached the door, not that I would have cared, but I wanted him to know the door had been open. His gaze was immediately on the door, and the look of sheer terror wondering if he had been seen, not only by my husband but by his wife as well, was comically horrified.

"Don't worry" I said, "Nobody saw."

"Are you sure?" he asked as he climbed out from under me and began the process of getting himself together to leave.

He hurried out of the house as if he had been shot out by a cannon. I stood, naked, in the doorway and watched him leave, smiling.

I was dressed in nice clothes when my husband got home. Black heels, a short black skirt and a white keyhole neckline sleeveless mock turtleneck. The opening on the top was large enough to allow my breasts to fall out of it if it were pulled low enough. That was just how I wanted it.

I had cooked dinner and it was on the table. He walked in, nonplussed to see me there, but I acted as if everything were perfect. I took his jacket and hung it up and guided him to the dining room, seating him at the head of the table.

I served him dinner and made small talk, everytime I turned around, tugging my top a little lower until the keyhole opening was riding just above my nipples, letting the color change show ever so slightly. Finally, with my entire nipple showing, hee commented.

"You're looking more and more like a slut" he said with obvious contempt in his voice.

I was not about to let it go.

"But, thats how you always wanted me" I replied, cupping my breasts and lifting them then letting them fall back into place.

"I wanted you to look sexy, not like a slut" he explained.

"You wanted to show me off." I said.

"Maybe" he said, finally.

"Well. do it." I replied. "All the time. I will always be your slut. I am yours. I just like to fuck. I just never realized it."

"I didn't marry a slut>." he said.

"Yes, you did." I replied. "I just didn't know it. Maybe you did. Is that why you always tried to get me to dress like one?"

"Don't try to turn this around on me" he yelled. "I'm not the one who cheated."

"But you liked it. You needed to be angry, but you didn't leave. Even after we got home and they fucked me while you watched." I tried reasoning.

"Give it a chance. I'll be yours. You tell ME what to do, who to do it with, when and where. I'll never object." I tried to bargain.

I was getting more and more turned on as we talked. He wasn't walking out or kicking me out. There might be a chance.

I moved to him and stood directly in front of him, looking him in the eyes. I started down onto my knees until his groin was at my face. I tugged at his zipper and felt that his cock was hard. More encouraging news.

I took it out and immediately used my newly found deep throating ability to take him balls deep in my face. I pumped slightly on him and then began long deep strokes taking him to the base every time. I pumped him until I was sure he was feeling lost.

"I fucked Brad this afternoon" I said matter of factly.

His hands shot tot he sides of my head and began to fuck my face deeply and violently while grunting in rhythm.

"You..fucking...slut. You..really..are.. A whore." With each work another thrust down my throat.

"Cum for me!" I exclaimed when he stopped fucking my head. "Cum for me. Shoot it down my throat."

I took his rock hard cock into my mouth and began to go up and down on it, sucking furiously until I felt him start to swell. At that point, I stopped.

"Cum for me. Cum on me. Let me taste you. I want it." I said all in one stream of nastiness.

He jerked his cock until he did cum on my face and I pushed it into my mouth and swallowed every drop while never breaking eye contact.

"I want to fuck everyone. All the time. I love dick, all the time. It's always in my mind." I said, breathlessly.

He turned to leave the room, but looked back over his shoulder. "You can stay, for now" he said as he left the room.

I was on my knees in the middle of an empty room loving the fact that I had just been face fucked by my husband after telling him I fucked his best friend.

And he told me to stay.

I just sat there for several moments, unaware of the passage of time but not knowing what to do next. I felt empowered, as if anything was OK. My mind began to work on scenarios. I wanted to be known as the neighborhood slut. One guy, many guys...it didn't matter. I wanted them all.

I took a shower and got dressed for the day. My hair was up in a ponytail and I had on a black pushup bra and a pair of black thongs. A pair of moderately tall heels completed the look.

I looked like I belonged in a porn video and I smiled at the thought.

I began all the things I should do during the day while my husband was at work. I cleaned the house, washed dishes and all the things that a porn maid would do. I left the front door wide open with the glass storm door providing an easy full view to anyone who happened to knock on the door.

Unfortunately, no one did. Until my husband got home. He acted almost as if he didn't recognize my existence as he entered the house, set his lunchbox on the table and headed upstairs for a shower.

I followed him up and went to the shower. Without a word, I undressed and slipped into the shower with him. He tried to push me out, but I slipped down to my knees and let the warm shower pour over me as I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck it furiously.

His resistance eased little by little until he was standing there, pummelled by the water and enjoying what I was doing. But, the truth was, I wasn't enjoying it. I was always thinking I had to save my marriage. I felt he had to know I wanted him.

But, I didn't. At least, not sexually.

I thought about all the things I had been exposed to with Tyquan and began to push him in that direction. I urged him to slap his cheating bitch I urged him to choke me. I fell to my knees and begged for his piss and then I drank every drop I could, remembering how much I loved it but detesting it all from him the whole time.

When we were finished, I felt dirty as he got out of the shower and told me to fix some food. The guys were coming over for Monday Night Football.

I took a shower and cleaned myself thoroughly, shaving my entire body and putting on a pair of booty shorts and a push up bra with heels.

I went to the kitchen and began cooking, wondering which of his friends were coming over tonight. I knew that I was not going to put on any more clothes. I was going to act a total slut for all of them. He had always wanted me to look like a slut and now, I did too.

I cooked some wings and some nachos and set out some beer and some Fireball for shots.

Guys started to come in a few minutes later. He didn't push me to cover up further and I didn't offer. But he also didn't speak to me at all.

Some of the guys did, however, since I had known most of them for some time now. Vague comments such as "looking nice" or "you're hot" but nobody really said much to me until the game began.

As the game began, Miami vs New England, everyone grabbed a chair facing the television. I worked my way in on the sofa between John and Marlin, two guys my husband had worked with for a few years now.

Sitting between them and leaning back on the couch, my tits were resting against each of their arms and as I noticed, I wiggled a bit lifting my legs to where one leg was on each of their laps. They both noticed, but afraid of reprisal from me or my husband, did nothing to indicate they noticed.

They were splitting their attention between me and the TV until I took a single finger on each hand and pulled down my bra, exposing my nipples, then they were paying attention to me, just as I wanted.

I smiled at them as they touched me and my husband watched, showing no emotion at all. I solid my hands down their stomachs and nestled right over their already enlarging cocks. I began to massage them through their pants.

But then, there was a knock at the door. I jumped up as if shot from a cannon and immediately went to the door, not bothering to put my tits back in the bra. They bounced heartily as I strode to the door, opening it for one of my husbands co--workers who I knew, but had not noticed before.

He was a tall, sculpted, beautiful black man named Mark. He looked down at my exposed tits as I took his hand and led him in to the game. Once in full view of everyone, I pulled him down and kissed him firmly on the lips for all to see. I extended my tongue and he met mine hesitantly as I suppressed my breasts into his chest.

Everyone, including my husband was watching, as I slid my hands down his chest to his crotch and grabbed his hardening cock. Unzipping his jeans, I Pulled his cock out. I kissed it reverently, kissing all over his head. As it hardened, his beautiful cock got longer and harder.

A dark mocha with prominent veins, I took it further into my mouth. Pulsing up and down over the head to build up some spit in my mouth, I opened my mouth and throat and used everything I had learned to take his hardening rod deep into my slut throat.

It reached the back of my throat and I dropped my lower jaw, and pushed further until his cock head began to spread my oral sphincter. I pushed slowly until it went through and then I forced it the rest of the way down. Slowly up and down, getting my throat used to the massive invader.

Eventually, it was workable. I began to slowly, tip to balls, deep throat his cock over and over. Every time I made his balls press against my chin before I pulled him out. Eventually, his hands went to my head and immediately I gave up control, letting his hands control the depth and speed with which he fucked my face.

After a few moments, and a couple of gags for breath, he began to fuck me more quickly and furiously. When I felt him begin to swell and try to pull out, I threw my arms around his waist and pulled him tight against me, keeping his cock pressed into my throat as he shot load after load of thick cum down my throat.