We pick up our saga as several years have passed and Helen and I have had our children, and changed our professional lives in fairly dramatic fashion by forming a company and becoming self employed.
We have always had an unbelievable sex life, as readers of the first two parts to this story already know. The freedom that comes with being your own boss has had a more profound effect on our lives than I would have ever dreamed possible. We have more confidence, more time for each other, and a renewed interest and rekindled passion.
As the last decade passed, we have become much more secure in ourselves and are much more comfortable talking openly about what turns us on, and what we fantasize about.
Helen asked me one night after we had consumed a few cocktails specifically what I fantasized about. I told her that like all red-blooded males I would love to see her with another woman. Another vision I often had was one of her on her hands and knees doggie style getting fucked hard from behind while she blows another in front of her. I don't know why, but this has always appealed to me. I could clearly see her looking up at the man who's cock she was sucking and looking at him with a slutty defiant snarl on her pretty face – almost daring them to see if they had what it took to fully satisfy her. I loved the idea of drawing out the slut in her.
We had discovered Lit a year or so ago and had always read erotic literature. I knew she had quite an interest in pirates and so I searched the net looking for some stories with the whole non-consent/pirate theme. When I found one that I thought she might like, I printed it off for her. I read it before taking it to her in our bedroom and began to have second thoughts. It was quite graphic and the lead female character was degraded quite forcefully. I was sure her delicate sensibilities would not allow her to enjoy the story and was about to look for another one. Just then she called me to bed and I thought I'd let her have a look. I watched her face out of the corner of my eye as she read the story and found much to my amazement that she was flushed and getting hotter by the page. I was stunned! This as much as anything led me to explore her darker nature and find out just how nasty she could be. I wanted her to be more vocal and open with sharing her lusty thoughts with me and allowing me to help her in making them a reality if we decided to go that far.
I had asked her who she though was hot and who she fantasized about fucking other than me. She mentioned a few of our acquaintances and I became turned on listening to her being so open with me. It was not what I expected to feel to be honest. I realized that I could visualize her with a few of my friends and that it didn't get me angry, and in fact, got me quite aroused.
One particular night while she rode my hard cock, I started talking dirty to her and asking her what she thinks about when her eyes are closed right before she cums. Who did she think about? What situations or positions does she see?
Helen then shocked me by leaning down and rasping in my ear.
"Treat me like a slut!"
"I'm your nasty slut!"
"I'm a bad, nasty slut and I deserve to be punished!"
I immediately reached up and grabbed a handful of her long, black hair and pulled down hard. She let out a loud moan and I felt her pussy contract hard on my cock.
"Oh shit yeah! I'm your slut! Treat me like a slut!"
