"Oh honey, a courier package came for you this morning."
"Perfect" said Roxanne "I love it when a plan comes together smoothly."
"What do you mean?"
"I will tell you a little later darling. Right now I am on my way to get a bikini wax. Please be here when I get back. I have something exciting to tell you." Then Roxanne grabbed the small courier package and left.
Roxanne and Peter had just moved to a high-end condo in Chicago about a month earlier. They had been living in a small mid-western town where they both had mediocre jobs. The money didn't matter because her father was very wealthy and she was an only child, but she was bored where they were. When her father had passed away suddenly a few months ago Roxanne decided they needed to move to Chicago to be closer to the company she had inherited from her father. She wasn't going to run the company - she just wanted to be close enough to keep an eye on things and this was the perfect excuse to get out of their boring little lives.
Peter wasn't sure if he felt excitement or trepidation about their upcoming discussion. However, she had always been the authoritative one so he did as he was told and waited for her.
She could tell he was anxious, so when she returned she got right too it.
"Honey do you remember when I came into Chicago to visit my friend just before we moved here. I told you about how we went out on the town, just the girls. And how Tina had convinced me to dress sexy."
"Yes I remember."
"Well for years both you and Tina have been telling me that I am much more attractive than I think I am. I guess I always had a hard time believing you guys. I know that at 5'5" and 130 lbs I am not overweight, but I have always been self-conscious of my figure. It seems silly now, but 38-24-38 just seemed like too much tits and ass for me. For a while I even thought about getting a breast reduction."
"Anyway, when we went out that night I didn't have any sexy dresses or shoes. Tina insisted we had to look hot even if we were off limits for the guys at the club. So she convinced me to wear one of her very tight dresses. The problem was that my bra didn't look very sexy under that dress and Tina's bras were not big enough for me. So we both decided to go braless."
Roxy knew the details were unnecessary, but she wanted to see his reaction. She was enjoying teasing him.
Peter was apprehensive about where this was going, but sat in complete silence with his dick getting harder as the story unfolded.
"When I saw myself in that little tight dress, I was really surprised. I looked just like those hot girls you look at on the internet. I still have the dress - Tina told me my big tits had stretched it out so I might as well keep it. Wait here and let me show you."
Peter was stunned and worried. He was sure she was going to tell him she had cheated on him. She said before that she had not had sex with anybody that night, but he was nervous now.
When she came back into the room Peter's cock twitched with excitement. She saw him instinctively reach down and rub his dick and smiled at this honest display of how he thought she looked.
The dress was white which set off her raven hair. It was very snug around her breasts, but without a bra they hung the way they do when she is naked - spectacularly full, but still firm and pointing forward. The shape of her silver dollar sized aureoles made a clear impression through the fabric and her nipples were hard and full. Like most big natural tits they stretched the fabric down and out slightly, demonstrating the full weight of what she had to offer and advertising to anyone who saw her that these were real D cups. With her every move they bounced, heaved and jiggled under the straining fabric.
As she walked into the room Peter could hear the clip clip of her heels. They were Manolo Blahnik's - expensive Spanish heels, 4" high - sophisticated but unmistakably "come fuck me" shoes.
As she walked across the room he could see how perfect were her sultry long legs because the dress just barely covered her shapely ass. It was stretched over the shelf of her gorgeous booty and the hem was barely 2" below her freshly waxed pussy. Peter's dick got harder still when he tried to imagine his lovely wife sitting on a bar stool in this dress in a room full of men.
Roxy came and sat next to Peter. She took his hand. "Well remember how I told you that I didn't have sex with anyone that night?"
Uh oh, here it comes thought Peter. His face was flush and his stomach was churning.
"I was being honest Peter. I didn't fuck anyone that night. However, I did have some fun. You see, men hit on me all night. At first it made me nervous, but it happened so often that I had to find a way to respond. I have always dressed in a way that discouraged men and I thought it disgusting the things that they would say to me. But that night I realized that I didn't need to feel bad about being hit on or the dumb things that men say. I just started deflecting them, then I slowly started to flirt with them. Before you know it I felt like I was in charge and ruling over a roomful of suitors from my perch atop a bar stool."
"By the time midnight rolled around Tina and I had each had several drinks and she was kissing some guy in a corner. Two men were talking to me. One was on either side, standing in front of me, while I sat on a barstool with my back to the bar. Pretty soon they were not only telling me how pretty I was, but making specific comments about my big tits and beautiful legs. They said dirty things about wanting to fuck me that no stranger has ever said to me. When one of these men leaned in to kiss my neck I didn't stop him. Nor did I stop him when he ran his hand up my leg. I told myself it was wrong, that I am a married women.......but it felt so good. When he kissed me full on the lips I opened my mouth to him and I uncrossed my legs so he could slide his hand up my thigh."
Roxy sat there holding Peter's hand and uncrossed her legs in that same sexy dress tracing the inside of her thigh with her own hand.
"Peter I didn't stop him when he pushed his hand all the way up under my dress. I didn't stop him when he pushed my panties to the side or when he put his fingers in my pussy. I sat there like a slut while he fingered me and we made out. When he paused his friend came in from the other side and did the same thing while the first man fondled my big tits."
Both of Roxy's hands instinctively went to her tits and squeezed them, tweaking both nipples while she paused her story.
"I should have stopped them Peter but I didn't want to....and they knew it. While they groped me they kept talking in my ear, saying dirty things about wanting to fuck me." Roxy could tell this made Peter hard so decided to keep teasing.
"They said I was a horny slut that deserved to be fucked. That my filthy cunt needed more than one dick. They talked about how much they would enjoy watching my big tits jiggle while they pumped me full of cock. They made me admit that I like the taste of cum and that I liked to be titty fucked. And Peter they said all this while they had the thick fingers of their big strong hands inside my pussy."
"I don't know how long this went on, but it was quite a while that I sat there with my legs spread and two men playing with my pussy. After an hour or more, the first guy took my left hand and led me off of the bar stool. He fixated on my wedding ring, suddenly realizing I was married. He commented to his friend about how much of a slut I was to let these men feel me up in a bar while my husband was back at home."
"Peter, that woke me up and shook me out of my trance. If he hadn't said that I probably would have fucked him or even both of them. My head was swimming and I was intoxicated by the attention. When I tracked down Tina, we hurried out of there. On the way out I heard a few guys mentioned how hot I was. One guy said I was the hottest piece of ass he had seen in that bar in a long-time. Normally that would be offensive to me.....but he didn't know I heard him and I was dressed like slut. Suddenly I was flattered by the comment, and I realized he was right."
"What do you mean?" Peter was now in shock.
"I mean I am a hot piece of ass and I like it."
"And that brings me to my decision Peter. I have decided to become a hot wife."
Peter looked at her puzzled "I have always known you are hot Roxanne."
"No silly" she smiled, reaching out and squeezing his throbbing cock. "Not a wife who is a hot......a hot wife......a slut wife. I am going to start fucking other men on a regular basis Peter."
He sat in stunned silence and she waited for him to absorb the news. She didn't know how he would react but his dick had gotten even harder in her hand when she told him.
"Ever since that night in the bar, when that strange man called me a slut wife I have been conflicted. It isn't fair to do what I did behind your back........but at the same time I want to do it again. I want to fuck other men Peter and that is what I am going to do."
"I understand if you want to leave, but I would like you to stay. You are a wonderful lover and if you stay as my cuckold husband I will give you full pussy privileges. This isn't about humiliating you or anything like that. I just like all the attention and think that I deserve to try some new dick."
"Do you want to be my cuckold Peter."
Long pause
"Yes, yes I do."
"Now before we continue I want to set the ground rules Peter."
"Firstly, as I just described this is a slut wife and cuckold relationship. It is not an open marriage. You will not be permitted to have sex with other women. The way I see it, I have always been out of your league. You are lucky to have the chance to fuck me and I will grant you ongoing pussy privileges so you have no other sexual needs."
"Secondly, I will not hide our new arrangement. The people we meet will quickly figure out that I am a slut wife and you are my cuckold. This is a new town and nobody knows us so it is the perfect time to do this without any confusion or embarrassment."
"Thirdly, I will be making the key decisions in our life and you will do as you are told. Let's face it I have always been the authoritative one in this relationship anyway. I will fuck who, when, where and how I want. If you like I will tell you the stories but you have no say."
"Finally, you are still my favourite pussy licker. When I come home from my dates you will be waiting for me and ready to lick my pussy no matter how sloppy and used it may be."
"Peter, are these rules understood."
