Tucson to Tucumcari

Nicole had pretty much covered the Monday night sex with her first ever side fuck, but she'd had sex with him Tuesday and Wednesday as well. As titillating as the story of Monday was, I would wait to hear about Tuesday. It was on my mind when I woke up the next day.

I kissed her awake and told I loved her more than ever. She smiled and told me she needed breakfast, then slipped under the covers and took my cock, hard from thinking about the recent developments in our relationship, into her mouth.

She worked me over enthusiastically, which I interpreted as a reward for granting sexual freedom. She came up and gave me a tongue infused kiss after I finished in her mouth. I thought about how hot it would be for her to kiss me like that after her new friend Tom finished in her mouth. From what she had already told me, this Tom guy would probably get a kick of that.

After the kiss I said, "Hearing about Monday was awesome, but what about Tuesday."

She smiled like the smile she wore when she came home last night. I could tell that remembering her recent exploits turned her on.

"Are you sure you can handle it, because Monday paled in comparison."

"How so?"

"Monday was like fish nibbling on my line, Tuesday I was setting the hook."

"I never thought I'd hear you using a fishing analogy. But okay, how did you set the hook?"

"By realizing I had a dominant pervert on the line."

"How did you reconnect with him."

"He called me at ten the next morning. He thanked me for the previous evening and I invited him to come over for dinner. It became the hottest phone call I've ever experienced."

That was surprising given that I had called her from motel rooms and pay phones when on the road and talked dirty. "Tell me about it," I said, pleadingly.

"After I asked him he said he would but what he really needed was a woman who liked to be treated like a dirty slut. The way he put "dirty" before "slut" really turned me on, because I knew I wanted to be as dirty as he needed me to be. He makes me so hot I had my hand on my pussy as he talked."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I knew this married woman who loves being a cheap whore. I told him she'd do anything he wanted."

"Did that do it?"

"I'm sure it did, but he feigned hard to get anyway. He said it sounded good, but that she'd have to be so dirty that she liked for him to call her names like "whore" and "slut" and "dirty fucking married tramp."

"And your response?"

"I said that the woman I was thinking of would love that. I told him that she was all of those things and that if he talked to her like that she would be an easy fuck. I said that she's the kind of woman who can't wait to suck and fuck the sperm out of a nice thick cock like his."

"What did he say to that?"

"'What time's dinner,' is all he said to that?"

"Wow," I said. I was rock hard again and I contemplated that the new Nicole would have my cock hard more often than it had been since I was a teenager surrounded my miniskirt wearing classmates.

I wanted to make the storytelling part of our morning last. "Hold that thought," I said, as got out of bed. "Wait here while I go fix you breakfast."

I went to the yard and picked a red rose from our garden. I prepared bacon and eggs and toast and coffee and orange juice, placing everything on a tray along with the rose in our fanciest single bud vase. I brought it to Nicole who sat up against the headboard, again giving me that look of love. "I'm am honored to bring you breakfast in bed," I said. "Eat up and I'll be right back."

I returned to the kitchen and cleaned up. Then I returned to retrieve the tray and dishes. She must have really worked up an appetite as she ate every bite. I hurried back to the bedroom to receive my reward -- her continued story.

"I took the ribeyes out of the freezer that we were saving for a special occasion. I took a bath and trimmed things up down there, making sure there was no hair near my opening. I shaved my legs. I put on that short red skirt and the black transparent top that has an undergarment that conceals my tits, but I left off the undergarment. I put on my sexy lace garter belt and seamed black stockings. I got out the black high heels and set them aside till I heard the door bell. I put on the skimpy white bikini panties that you like so well. I set the thermostat to 78."

"Why?"

"You'll see. Dinner was almost ready when the knock came. I could feel the wetness in the crotch of my panties. I opened the door and pulled him in before the neighbors could see him standing there."

"We aren't friends with any of them, so I wouldn't be too concerned."

"I wasn't, really, I just wanted him in. As soon as I closed the door I gave him a kiss and his hands went to my ass, lifting my skirt so he could feel my panties. "Can we get you out of those pants now,' I said. I sat him down in the dining room and knelt before him. I took his shoes off then helped him out of his pants and underwear. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. A few seconds later he pushed me off and said, 'You're just a slut who happens to be married, aren't you?'"

"I said, 'Yes,' and apologized for my impatience. I brought him to the living room and poured him some of that 12 year old scotch you don't like to share. He was sitting in your favorite chair and I got on my knees again and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open and leaning forward to nuzzle my face into his chest hair. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me back to his cock. At that point I still found it almost unbelievable that he was so big. It feels so good to have my hand wrapped around it and to open my mouth wide to let him in. I never thought I could feel so honored to have a guys cock in my mouth. I kept thinking about how lucky I am to have such a caring husband. Honey, Tom made me his whore. Please tell me that's okay."

"If those high heels fit I want you to wear the fuck out of them."

"I never thought I could feel this way or have such dirty thoughts or be so obsessed with sex."

She started crying and I asked what was wrong.

"If you ask me to stop I don't think I can. I'm afraid of losing you."

"How about if I promise not to ask you to stop?"

"Would you do that for me?"

"Yes. Nicole, no matter how often you spread your legs, or how many you spread them for, I will not leave you."

She kissed me and said, "Thank you, I really needed to hear that. I liked that part about how many?"

"Why, do you have big plans?"

"No, but I think Tom does. Last night he said he wants to show off to some friends how much control he has over me. He kind of did that Wednesday afternoon."

"Well that's fucking interesting. Did you ask for details?"

"No, I just said I'd do whatever I needed to do to keep being his whore."

"You're fucking amazing I never knew you could be this sexy but I'm glad to be finding out. Now tell me about the rest of Tuesday night."

"I wanted so bad to suck him off, to show I could do a good job of drinking every drop of his load, but when he got close he made me stop. I got up and stood next to the chair like I did when I came home last night and he reached across like you did and felt my panties. He said only dirty sluts get that wet from a cock in their mouth. I didn't disagree with him, because we both knew that's what his cock had turned me into."

Everything about her story was surreal. It reminded me of some perverted version of Cinderella. Instead of Cinderella finding Prince Charming, it was a wife who lusted to explore her slutty side finding the perfect man to help her out. The glass slipper clearly fit her perfectly.

"During dinner he told he what he expected. He said I was the kind of woman that he likes and that he had had other wives and discovered his favorite thing is to fuck a married woman in front her husband. I told him I didn't think that would be a problem. Then he said, 'We'll see when I treat you like the slut you are in front of him and he sees how much you like that.'"

"You didn't think he was pushing it a bit, "I asked.

"Do you?"

I hesitated. I wasn't expecting that response and I didn't want to say anything discouraging any more than she wanted to discourage her new lover. "No, he was just checking to see how compatible we might be with his needs."

"That's what I thought. He liked my cooking. He said I'm a filthy whore who can cook too, and I thanked him for the compliment. We finished eating and he took me to our bedroom. He asked me what side of the bed you sleep on and when I told him he said, "We'll fuck on that side." He's a stud in every way. He fucked me three times. Between fucks we would talk dirty to each other and that would get him hard again. By the third fucking he had my pussy pretty reamed out. I'm sure you felt how big it is now."

"I did. It's not the same pussy. It feels huge and I love how it got that way."

She kissed me hard and said, "I could never love another man, though I'm sure I'm going to love the cocks of many men."

"Sounds like a plan,"

"After using me he forbade me from changing the sheets before you came home."

I scooted out of bed and looked. Sure enough there was a huge stain. It was exciting the extent to which she was cock whipped, obeying his every command.

"I need you to take me shopping. I want a new mini dress to wear for him and I need new stockings. Seems mine all have runs now. He likes me on the carpet doggy style and it fucks them up."

"On one condition. First I want to hear about last night."

"Okay, but again, you can't get mad."

"After everything you've told me, why would last night make me mad?"

"Because things got a little public."

"How so?"

"Turns out Tom is a salesperson at the Porsche dealership. Apparently he's hot shit down there. I showed him the black mini I wore last night on Tuesday when he was over. He loved it and insisted I wear it to pick him up from work on Wednesday, stockings garters and all. He wanted to show off to his friends that he was fucking a hot married woman. He told me to make sure I had my wedding rings on."

"I don't suppose you told him no."

"I think you know the answer to that. I showed up at three when he gets off. It seemed like all of the sales staff were in the showroom when I walked in. All the heads turned and I heard at least one low whistle. I felt embarrassed to be dressed like that but I told myself, 'It's okay, you're Tom's whore and whores dress like this.' I was about to walk back out when he peeked out of his office door. Nicole, over here he called and motioned for me to come over to him. He pulled me in his office and locked the door behind me. 'Take your panties off and get on the desk.' I did what he told me to do and he unzipped and moved in front of me. He fucked me on the desk and finished quickly. When he pulled out a glob of cum fell out onto his desk calendar. I put my panties back on and we left. I could see all of his workmates sneaking glances our way. I was sure they knew what just happened."

"Did it bother you that they all knew?"

"Kind of on the way into his office, but on the way out I had just cum multiple times and his load was leaking into my panties making them feel very sexy. I was too aroused to be bothered by his leering workmates. I had a fresh reminder of why I was willing to do whatever he asked. I felt kind of proud when we were leaving.

"I thought about what it would be like to run into one of those guys around town and the guy nudge a friend and see him whisper something in the friends ear like 'Hey, there's that married slut I was telling you about.'"

I know these things would have been grounds for divorce for most men. I'm so the opposite of that. I thought about the probability that some day I would catch a guy looking at my wife and whispering to a friend about the time he fucked her or the dirty things she had done for him. I knew it would make me hard. She interrupted my sexy daydream.

"There's more. Tom asked if there was a restaurant where the wait staff was familiar with me and you. I told him about the Mexican place we always go and he took me there. He insisted I hold onto his arm as we entered and he had his arm around me. By that time I could feel cum running down my leg and I could smell it on me."

"Okay, now that's public."

"And, on the way there he told me he had fifty dollar bets with three of his co-workers that he could get me to show up dressed like a slut and take me in his office and fuck me. The whole idea was to get a splotch of his cum on the desk calendar as proof. He said that paid for dinner and the cheap motel he was going to take me to.

"He sat close to me in the restaurant. The wait staff was giving me funny looks, especially Doreen who has gotten to know us by name. Of course nobody dared say anything. They probably thought you and I split up. Tom wants you to take me there no later than next week so they know we're still together. I hope you plan on doing what he says."

"This is coming at me pretty fast, but I guess I could do that, if you want me to."

"It doesn't matter what I want; it's what Tom wants."

Now I really got the gist of his control over her. The things she was telling me should have had me fuming, outraged and exploding with anger on my way to an attorney to file for divorce. That didn't happen. The more her story turned toward her desire to be Tom's submissive little slut, the more tuned on I was. Keep in mind that back then few people knew anything about the cuckold lifestyle as something that a couple could both want.

"How do you see this whole thing playing out. Soon enough someone we know will see you two together, since he seems determined to show off his hold over you."

"I don't have all the answers," she said. "We'll just have to figure it out as we go."

I knew our whole life could change dramatically. If married friends found out they would see our adventurousness as a threat. If word got out Nicole would lose most of her married girl friends, but maybe some would want to know how to create their own marriage in the image of ours. I hoped some of my cuter, single, guy friends would end up on Nicole's list of fuck mates. I also knew the whole thing was way too arousing for either of us to want to put the brakes on. "Tell me about the rest of Wednesday night."

"Walking back to the car I had streamers of Tom's cum running down my inner thighs. It felt like my pussy muscles were spasming from wanting him back in me so bad. I decided to talk dirty to him so he'd need to fuck me as soon as we got to the hotel. 'Where are you taking me to fuck,' I asked. He said 'The Riviera over on the East Side.'"

I was shocked. The Riviera is notorious for hookers. You rent the rooms by the hour. "So how many hours did he pay for?"

"Six I guess. We were there from five till just before eleven when he brought me home. I'm sure he had money left from 150 he won betting his workmates that he could use me like a whore in his office."

"I'm sure after you guys left they were in his office sniffing his calendar. If so, and they got a whiff of your pussy, they'll be hounding Tom to turn you out." I said that as a cautionary note but all she said was a very casual, "probably," as if the prospect didn't concern her in the least. From everything she'd already told me I assumed she'd fuck anyone Tom told her to fuck. "Tell me about the dirty talk on the way there."

"I started by saying, 'You know I'm your whore now, right. And that I'm not going to put any stupid limits on what I'll do for you.' He said, 'I know, and as time goes by more people will know. How do you feel about that?' he asked.''

"I can't wait to hear your answer."

"I told him I wanted him to brag to all his friends about how he used his fat cock to turn this married woman into a dirty little slut that does what she's told. He told me he already has been. I said, 'I feel so lucky when your cock goes way up in me.' I told him I wasn't the least bit ashamed of that and I don't think my husband would want me to be. I told him I wanted him to wreck my pussy real good before bringing me home to my husband full of cum. I told him that from then on I was his whore to fuck whether you were home or not, even though I'd already told him that on Tuesday night. I said, 'Take me home smelling like the whore you turned me into.'"

"What happened when you got in the room?"

"Tom sat on the bed and told me to take his shoes off, then pants and underwear. I started to take my dress off and he said not to. He told me to just take my panties off. He said he loves the way whores look in short dresses. I knew what he wanted so I knelt in front of him and wrapped both hands around the base of his cock. It felt so sexy having my hands on something that thick. I opened my mouth wide and took the head in. That and a couple inches was all I could get, so I started stroking his shaft. Baby, I can't even describe how badly I wanted his jizz in my mouth. I wanted to keep it there and swish it around so I could taste it real good before swallowing it like a good whore. I felt so slutty in that cheap hotel with another man's huge cock in my mouth. I knew I'd feel even sluttier when he rewarded me with his sperm."

"Was that the first time you were taking his load in your mouth."

"Yes, and the more I thought about that the hungrier I got. I knew his load was going to be big and I wanted to impress him by swallowing all of it. My pussy was undulating and tingling. I felt so alive down there. I put one hand on my clit and came immediately, which only increased my need for seed. I took my mouth off his cock and looked into his eyes. I said, 'Please dump your dirty jizz in my mouth.' He smiled and told me not to worry."

"How long did he last?"

"Another couple minutes, but before he came he pushed my mouth off his cock and said, 'I'm not sure if you deserve my load.' That sent me into a frenzy of begging. 'Please. I'll do anything you want.' Then he hit me with it. He told me he has a lot of friends that like married whore pussy and asked if I was going to take care of them too."

"Sounds like he created a severe need in you and then took advantage of it."

"That's exactly what he did. At that point I would have promised anything to get the mouthful I needed. 'Yes, anything,' I said to him, and put my mouth back on his cock. I guess that did it for him. I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth and fall onto my tongue. It seemed like being so turned on affected how good it tasted. It was fucking delicious. The blasts kept coming and I kept stroking. It lasted forever and I had to swallow to make room for more. My mouth was saturated in the flavor of his cum and my legs squeezed together as I came again without being touched down there. When I had temporarily drained him I opened my mouth to show him my jizz covered tongue and then closed it to swallow the remaining nectar. I looked him in the eye and said, 'That was amazing. If I wasn't your whore before I sure am now.' I thanked him for the huge load."

I can't explain it, and I didn't understand it, but having my wife describe in detail what a sleazy whore she now was thrilled me. "Baby, I need you to suck me off before continuing with the story."

"It's making me horny too. I need some jizz."

She went to my cock and started sucking like a slut who couldn't get her mouth filled with sperm soon enough. This was a new Nicole, and I loved the change. She was making wet slurpy sounds as her mouth rode up and down my shaft. That was new. It was as if she had received instruction on how a guy likes to hear a blow job as well as see and feel it. I was losing track of the benefits of Nicole's new hobby. When I came, barely a minute into the blowjob, all I heard was Mmmmm. Her appreciation for the taste of sperm was definitely enhanced.