My wife Michelle was getting dressed and she had that look in her eye. It was a Thursday night and she had worked hard all week in her law firm where she was a partner. However as she got dressed, this was not her conservative persona. She put on a pair of way too tight jean shorts and some five inch red heels. When she walked her ass cheeks hung out and shook. She slipped on a tight red tank top that plunged at the middle and had open sides. She was changing into her slutty personality.
I had seen her like this before, walking into a bar and ending up on a young guys lap making out with him and letting him feel her up. She was forty two with long blonde hair that she had put into a pony tail. With her make up and thick red lips, she was clearly on the prowl. Tonight she had plans for a small bar near a community college. She loved teens, guys 18-20, and letting them hit on her. She liked to be called MILF and a Cougar.
I went to the bar first and had a beer and waited. About 40 minutes later she came in, excessively shaking her ass and smoking a cigarette. She was a slut on the prowl and immediately caught the attention of most of the single guys in the bar. Three walked up to her and within a few minutes she was stroking the arms of a young black teenager, running her finger over his muscles on his bare arms, as he was wearing a tank top. She let him order her a beer and wiggled into the back where there was a pool table. I could see her from where I was sitting and as her new boyfriend played pool she sat on a stool drinking and shaking her tits. After her new boyfriend missed a shot, she stood up and he sat down and she sat on his lap. Immediately his hand went to the side of her shirt and I could see him slip his hand in and cup her tit. She leaned back into him and he kissed her.
This continued for a while as I watched my wife drink more and more. Once when he came back from shooting pool she stood up and then straddled him facing him and they engaged in a long, passionate make out session. His hands were up her shirt the entire time. After a while she turned around and faced the other way and he reached under her shirt and pulled out one tit and just held it in her hand, gently fondling it, squeezing and rubbing her nipple, for everyone to see. She made a few attempts to cover up but every time she covered her tit, he pulled it out. Eventually she just sighed and sat there while he held her tit out for all to see. It was his way of exerting control over her.
A few minutes later he sent her for more beers and she sashayed across the bar, shaking her ass while tottering on her high heels and smiling because everyone was looking at her. This was her fantasy, to be a slut in public and she loved it.
She came back to her new boyfriend and sat on his lap while holding a beer. He whispered something in her ear and she shook her head but smiled. He whispered something else again and she reached in her shirt, popped out her tit and then took his hand and put it on her tit. Then she leaned back and sighed and just let him explore her body, while every now and then he kissed her. She was thoroughly enjoying her experience.
Eventually it got late and I knew what was next. The motel room. I left and drove to the room we had rented and waited. A car pulled up outside the room and I peaked outside the window and saw just the top of my wife's head bobbing up and down. I went into the closet to listen.
They came into the room and there was lots of fumbling and moaning and then the springs on the bed began to squeak. I peaked through the slats on the closet door and saw my wife, with her skirt pulled up, on her knees, with her ass in the air. Her boyfriend was behind her.
"Say you want it, slut."
"Oh yes, I want it. Please"
Smack. He hit her ass hard and she moaned. ""Not good enough slut. Beg."
My wife spun around and grabbed his cock and began to kiss it softly and talk to it.
"Oh please, please please, fuck this slut. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just please please please fuck me good."
She turned back around and got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass suggestively.
Smack. He hit her again and she moaned. "Please do me now."
He pushed slowly forward and I heard my wife gasp. "Oh wow. It's so big."
"You want it slut?"
"So bad, I need it."
He began to pump her. "How bad slut?"
"I'll do anything. Just don't stop."
I could see he had his Iphone out and was taping her. "Turn around so I can see your face for the camera slut."
My wife turned around.
He pulled her pony tail with one hand and she arched her back while they continued to fuck and he continued to make a movie on his phone.
"You are a whore, right?"
My wife moaned. "Yes. I'm a dirty slutty whore that loves young cock."
"Will you walk the street for me, Ho?"
My wife moaned and he stopped pumping her. She panicked.
"Yes, yes. Just don't stop. I'll walk the streets as your whore."
He started fucking her again and she began to grip the sheets in front of her and her face turned red and she began to cum. She was moaning wildly as he continued pumping her through her orgasm. She collapsed but the fucking continued as he pulled her hair and she arched her back again.
"I ain't done bitch. Shake that ho ass for me."
My wife wiggled her ass.
"When I'm done bitch, you're gonna put your slut clothes on and stroll the streets and make me some money, right bitch?" He then slapped her ass.
My wife moaned. "Yes. Anything. This is soooo good. I am your whore. I'll do whatever you say."
