A couple of years ago I happen to mention to my wife, while in the heat of passion, that I had fantasy where she was my personnel slut for day, not that I like sluts, or that a slut is a bad person, but I think every man would love to have a slut for one day. After a few years had gone by I had completely forgotten about this fantasy & had worked up a few others, like most men do... Well, little did I know but my wife hadn't forgotten, she was either to self-conscience about herself or didnāt have to courage to follow through with it.
It was the morning of my 30th birthday & as usual it was my day to sleep in. My wife had woken early & took the kids over to the in laws house, returned to take a shower, got dressed in her special present for me, & made me breakfast in bed, all before I woke.
As she entered the room I opened my eyes to the wonderful smell of pancakes & eggs. But my eyes didn't focus on the tray she was holding but on the most beautiful, sexy, hottest women I have ever seen...YES it was my wife... She was wearing her black & red French maid outfit with open breast cups, fish net stockings, black stiletto high hill shoes & to top it all off she even had on that cute little hat thing all French maids wear.
OK people I have to mention here I always wake with a morning woody, it's a curse but I can live with it, but at the site of my wife I thought my bone was going to split the skin... God I was hard... I was speechless... I was smiling that wicked evil grin when the cat eats the bird, did I tell you I was excited. She then slowly walked over to my side of the bed & told me not to say anything, that I was not to say a word until she was done presenting my present to me. She tried to set the tray on my lap, but as I said earlier, my woody wasn't going to have any of that, so she set just below my flagpole, on my upper legs.
She smiled at me & whispered in my ear: ā Do you remember that fantasy were you wanted me to be your little slut for the day. Well guess what? Your dream has come true, but wait it doesnāt stop here, you know I always have to one up youā. With that she looks towards the doorway & says, ā Slut Angelica please come in hereā... I know what your thinking & trust me I was thinking the same thing... NO FUCKING WAY...
But sure enough enters Angelica, a very hot, very sexy co-worker of my wifeās, who my wife & I have talked about trying to join up with. But any ways hereās Angelica, but sheās not dressed like a maid, she is really dressed like a slut. She has on one of those skin tight elastic red dresses, that was so short, that I swear if she was wearing pantyās you would be able to see them, so low cut in the front that the materiel of the dress just barely covered her āDā size breastās, her nipples straining against the fabric, as if they were suffocating, gasping for air.
She was also wearing a red garter belt, black fish net stockings (which are my favorite on a lady), & red stiletto high-healed shoes. The whole time I was staring at Angelica my wife was watching my expressions; I looked at her & ask if she was sure about what was going to happen today & if she was really cool with it. Because right now ladies & gents I have to say that nothing & I mean nothing will ever come between me, my wife, & our childrenās happiness. I will never let one of my fantasy's interrupt our happiness & let me tell you I have some humm dingers for fantasys.
Well needless to say my wife eased my uneasiness when she whispered in my ear: ā I want you to fuck that slut while she eats my pussy & drinks my juices. Then with your permission I want her to put on this strap on, I just bought for this occasion, & fuck me while I suck all her juices off your dick & have you explode in my mouth. We are your sexual sluts for the dayā. Then she got another evil grin & whispered once again in my ear: ā & you know of course, sluts are expensive. I think your going to have to takes us to the mall, Iām sure you can tell us what we should put on & in us before we leave.ā
Now let the fun begin... The first thing my wife did was lay next to & break out the Velcro ties, which were securely fastened to the bedposts. She then requested that I tie her up & begin my fantasy.
After securely tying her up I went over to Angelica, who was still standing in the doorway waiting for my commands & began kissing her while my wife watched. I kissed her long & hard, pressing her against the door jam with my body, cupping her left breast in my hand while my other hand reached for her treasure box, all while my wife lay there & watched. My right hand found her lips soft, wet, & her clit swollen with anticipation. As I teased her clit I slowly moved my lips down to her neck, then to her shoulder, then to her chest, moving ever so slowly, then to the top of her breast. My left hand slowly pulled her dress aside so I could have access to the most beautiful breast I have ever seen...
Next to my wifeās of course (hey guys she reads these stories too)... I took her nipple into my mouth & gently pulled back lifting her breast the rest of the way from itās confines...Well, by this time my wife was beginning to squirm, feeling left out I think, so just as Angelica was really starting to get into it, I pulled away (I like teasing my women). I look over at my wife, her maid skirt hiked up to her waist exposing her perfectly clean shaven pussy...ummm ummmm good, boy my wife really knows how to push my buttons... Well needless to say I had to get a taste of that, so I told Angelica to go & begin making out with my wife as I had done with her. I moved to the base of the bed & spread my wifeās legs open & then began kissing my way to her treasure box.