The men watched in silence as Tom stood up from between his wives legs and walked slowly to the bar. He sat down and took a sip of his warm, flat ale. After he left the men let go of her legs and she stood and tried to pull what was left of her skirt over her privates. She walked over to her husband and put a hand on his shoulder.
Tom looked up at his wife and smiled meekly. He loved her and though her anger was justified he hoped someday she would forgive him.
She spoke, still not with volume but with an angry edge, “Was it want you wanted, Tom? Did you enjoy watching me be a slut? Letting them fuck me, one after another while my legs were held open?” with that she reached between his legs and felt his throbbing cock.
“I should have known, your cock is ‘flamin’ that’s what we used to say when we played our games isn’t Tom? You’d say your cock was ‘flamin hard’ when we talked about me being used.”
Lori kept talking to him about how each cock felt in her cunt, all the while stroking Tom’s cock through his pants. She could tell he was close and she wanted him to cum in his pants, in her panties. She told him she hoped Ian wasn’t through with her because she wanted Tom to have every fantasy he ever had to happen. As she finished that sentence she could feel the spasm of his cock as he came in his pants.
“Because they’ll never happen with you!” she spat and walked away leaving him sitting in his cum filled pants.
Ian had been watching all of this and felt no sorrow for Tom, pity maybe for being such a fool but not sorrow. Lori walked up to Ian and stood by his side. The men were playing darts, glancing at her tits from across the room.
“Ian, are we through, I’d like to go with you and make love, just the two of us.” She rubbed his arm and smiled.
“Girl, come to your senses. Why would I like to make love to a slut like you? I might fuck you, but make love?” he laughed. “Besides I promised the three chaps with the best dart scores a blow job by you. The others can jerk off on you.”
Lori didn’t cry or get angry because Ian was right. She wanted to be a slut and could end it at any time, by saying her safe word. The worse he treated her the hornier she felt. She reveled in his perversion.
“Now be a good girl and strip everything but the nylons and heels off and give the boys something to play for.”
Lori did as she was told and Ian pulled a collar out of his pocket. It was a black, heavy Leather collar. Not the stylish type you see in S & M magazines or movies. No it was, was it was, a dog collar. The type you’d buy at the pet store for a Great Dane or some other big animal. He stepped behind her and placed it around her neck. It was rough and she was sure her neck would be rubbed raw. It felt heavy. The cold of the metal loop felt strangely refreshing as it hung on her upper chest.
The men were watching Ian with great interest. Ian walked behind the bar and pulled out a leash. It was a heavy chain with a clasp at one end and a black loop handle at the other.
“Another idea I got from Tom,” chuckled Ian as he clasped the chain to her neck. “Good thing I’m not into four legged bitches.”
He tugged on the leash and pulled her towards the dart board. He told her to keep her arms clasped behind her back unless otherwise instructed. Her neck hurt and she thought she must be a sight. A fifty year old mother of two grown boys, naked except for nylons and heels. Wearing a collar and leash and of course, don’t forget the butt plug. She wasn’t sure what was worse; the way she was dressed or how wet and hot it was making her.
