Story Time
An Alex Tale
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex, infidelity, Multi-person sex, some bondage, dominance and submission, and spanking. If that isn't your thing, then this isn't for you.
Editor's Note: Both Alex and Samantha write collaboratively about their adventures on this account. Our first story, "My Slut Life" is written by Samantha, and is mostly based in real past events. Samantha prefers to write about her overall experience and tell our story, mixing in her fantasies and extending the story as she wants. Alex likes to write about the experiences we share that he finds particularly erotic, shorter vignettes from our lives. Going forward we will identify the primary author of each story.
A movie blared from the screen, loud and bright in the otherwise dark and silent room. It had been turned on as a distraction, and for a time it had done it's job, but as more time passed the figure on the bed, a large man named Alex, grew restless. It had been an interesting night so far, and imagination could not draw a strict bound around how interesting it might yet become.
Alex's mind went to the memory of his last conversation with his wife, Samantha, hours earlier that evening. They had finished dinner, and put the kids to bed as usual, then retreated to the silence and safety of their bedroom suite. Alex had modified it, renovating it for greater privacy, adding sound proofing and other upgrades. He and Samantha were private people by nature, and some of their pursuits were loud.
Alex waited on the bed as Samantha came in and closed and locked the door behind her. Alex looked at her expectantly, not offering any guidance beyond a small smile. She smiled back and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. She sensually ran her hands down her body to the waist of the tight, form fitting pants she wore, and moved her hips from side to side as she lowered them over her hips. Her voluptuous ass came into view, and Samantha turned slightly as she continued. Alex loved her big ass, and she knew it. She bent all the way down, pulling her pants and underwear off, and gave him a view of her pussy. His hand went to his hardening cock at the sight. She certainly knew what he liked, but tonight he had different plans. Straightening, she removed her bra and her large breasts and light pink nipples came fully into view. He marvelled at her, as he always did. 20 years of marriage, and she was still gorgeous. Life had added to her curves, her personality, and her beauty over the years.
He opened his arms to her and she sauntered toward him. Her body felt amazing, electrically tantalizing as he wrapped his arms around her. She bent down and placed her open mouth on his, hungry for him to enter her. As his tongue explored her mouth he ran his hands down her back, roughly cradling her curves past the small of her back to her ample ass. He grabbed a wide handful on each side, the fingers of his right hand resting against the hot, wet lips of her pussy. She moaned into his mouth while they kissed.
He broke the kiss and looked up at her in adoration.
"You are stunning tonight, Little Slut." His husky voice was filled with barely controlled lust. Alex loved the feeling she created in him, an almost animalistic urge to take her, ravish her, hold her down and enter her to her most sacred depths. She loved it to, and so he enjoyed resisting it even more, relishing the tension as it built between them. "Get down on your knees for me my Slut."
She knelt quickly and reached for the waist band of his track pants. It was obvious what he wanted, and she wanted his cock in her mouth just as much. He lifted his hips as she pulled, and after some effort, his large cock, now fully hard after feeling her soft curves in his arms, popped free. She licked her lips and eagerly leaned forward and took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue as she moved her head up and down on him.
"Aaah, that's perfect, you are such a skilled cocksucker." She glowed at his praise. Samantha no longer hid the fact that she enjoyed being a slut. She loved it when her husband praised her for it. She went deeper in response to his compliment. Alex enjoyed her mouth for a couple of minutes, but it felt too good. He didn't want to end the night here.
"As much as I would enjoy drawing this out, and filling your mouth with cum, I have a task for you tonight and we should get to it. On the chair in the corner is an outfit I bought you, shoes as well. No bra or panties with this one, Little Slut, your beautiful tits are part of your outfit, and I want your pussy uncovered." She pulled off of him so quickly it made a little pop as he explained.
"But I was enjoying your big cock. Are you sure you don't want to finish?" she stroked him as she asked, a small pout on her lips. His tasks were always exciting, but she was so comfortable kneeling between his legs she didn't relish leaving.
"Maybe later. Go get dressed." There was an edge to his voice, nothing cruel but enough to let her know he would be unhappy with her if she didn't do it. Resigned, she shifted focus quickly; she grew excited as she crossed the room and saw the outfit on the chair. There wasn't much too it. A skimpy red dress, skin tight so it would hug her curves, paired with some strappy low heels in black. It looked like it would look very slutty indeed with no bra on.
As she slipped into the dress, it became obvious it was even more risquΓ© than she had thought. It was both high and low at the same time. It was low cut, to the point that her cleavage was showing almost too her nipples, which grew hard as she examined herself in the mirror. She tried pulling it up a bit, but it was a short dress. The hem rode close to the bottom of her ass if she pulled it up any meaningful amount. She had lost a lot of weight a couple of years prior, but on some level she still saw herself as overweight, and she certainly was not yet used to wearing anything this revealing. She felt a bit nervous about where this might be headed.
Meanwhile, Alex had moved to lay down on the bed and was stroking his hard cock as he observed his hot wife. She looked unbelievable in that dress; as always, he was tempted to just keep her here and fuck her hard, bent over with her dress pulled up. But he had already made arrangements for her, and he was looking forward to that almost as much as he was to fucking her.
"Don't fuss with it Little Slut, you look sexy. It is meant to be revealing, you need to look every bit the slut tonight. Every man there will want to fuck you. I wonder who will?" He smiled as he said it while she flushed and clenched her hands. He slid to the edge of the bed so he could get out her favourite scotch. He was pouring her a glass before she figured out where to start in her rebuttal.
"You can't expect me to go out in this! I look like a whore! It's one thing to dress like this for you and your friends, but to go out dressed like this is a bit much. What if someone I know sees me?" She had her hands clenched. She didn't often draw a line on his requests. Truthfully, she loved that he pushed her, some of her best erotic experiences were things she would never have dreamed of if he hadn't engineered the situation. She wasn't sure she was going to refuse tonight; already she could feel her pussy tingling at the thought of a room full of men looking at her, lusting after her...
Alex walked over to her and handed her the drink. He smiled and waited without a word. She raised the glass to her lips and took a long drink. Either way, she thought, alcohol would help. He moved close to her but didn't touch her. He looked down at her, his massive frame looming above her, that small smile still on his lips.
"My beautiful, delicate, Little Slut. You should realize by now, I know your heart. In some ways, I know better than you do what you truly want, because I see your pleasure beyond the bounds of your self-imposed limits. Haven't I always steered you toward greater and greater pleasure?" he put his large hand on her chin, cupping her jaw. "Deep down, you are my slut, and it makes you feel sexy to be my obedient little whore. So tonight, you'll wear the dress, go to an out of the way bar where you will meet my friends. They're going to fuck you, Little Slut, and once they have all cum for you, proving that you are the sexy whore we both know you are, you'll come home to me, and I will fuck you last of all."
She clenched her thighs as her pussy grew wet to his speech. She loved when he called her his Little Slut, the pet name they had used for years, but when he called her his obedient little whore something snapped inside her giving her a vision of the evening ahead. She was going to do what he wanted, so that he would reclaim her slut pussy at the end of the night. She took another drink.
"I suppose I should do my make up then." And she turned to the mirror to get to work. Samantha felt like she should probably be offended at how predictable she was to her husband, but he was right. He knew her well, in some ways better than she did. She mused that she probably knew him in the same way. He chuckled as he returned to the bed. He poured himself a drink.
"I suppose you should." He said, and lay down on the bed, watching her while he stroked his long, hard cock.