We Train Wives

CH 2

Chapter 1 is required reading.

From there we were both scanning the club for suitable fuckmates for wife Karen. We finished our drinks and Karen went for two more. As she stood at the bar I watched a guy sitting there lean toward her and say something.

When she got back I asked, "So what did that guy say?"

"He suggested I ditch the dullard in the corner and go home with him. He was a slurring ass so I told him I'd rather fuck a mop handle."

While her eyes scanned the room for good men, I was scanning for the WTW employee assigned to us. A guy walked into the bar at that time who was a prime suspect. He was over six feet with broad shoulders, a muscular torso, narrow waist and strong looking legs, but more than that he was dangerously handsome. I hoped he was the one. He sat at the bar and swiveled to survey the people in the room. I gulped my drink and asked Karen to get me another one. "Check out the new guy, that tall one on the middle bar stool."

She smiled at me and headed over. She scooted onto an empty stool next to him and waited for the bar tender. I watched as she casually turned to check the guy out. I watched his head movement as he checked her out and then glanced around the room. As his gaze passed my way I held a thumbs up, hoping it would let him know I was the target client and that the lady next to him was his for the asking.

By the time the bartender got to her she made an executive decision, fueled by her attraction to Mr. Handsome beside her, to order one instead of two drinks, and to stay at the bar for a bit. I watched them drink and laugh and I even thought I saw her put her hand on his leg. Several times I saw them whisper in each other's ear. Then finally, they both turned my way and Karen waved to me. She ordered two more drinks and they both got up and headed toward our secluded booth. They closer they got, and better view of the guy I got, the happier I was for Karen. I knew she was going to get fucked by a professional.

Arriving at the table, Karen said, "Mark, this is Kyle. He says he enjoys meeting couples that like to push their sexual boundaries."

"That sounds a lot like us. Please join us so we can discuss the matter."

Kyle stuck his massive hand out and we shook. Karen slid in next to me and Kyle on the other side of her. Once settled in I asked an icebreaking question, not that Karen's opening statement hadn't been ice breaking. "So, Kyle, why are you interested in couples?"

"It's because of the husbands," Kyle said.

I wasn't bi, so more than anything his answer disturbed me. "You're probably looking for couples with a bi-sexual husband then."

"Not at all," he said giving me a disarming smile. "I love couples because of how much a good man loves to see his wife get pleasured by a huge cock. I have some couples that I see regularly, and nothing excites the husbands like seeing their wives experience the kind of intense orgasms my cock provides."

I loved the casualness with which he discussed sex.

"You sound awful confident, Kyle," Karen said, smiling invitingly at him.

Kyle looked over her head at me and asked, "Would you mind if Karen put her hand under the table?"

Karen didn't wait for my answer. I couldn't see her move her hand over to his lap, but it looked like that's what was happening as I said, "Not at all."

"That's it Karen," he said. Rub it good."

While continuing to rub him, she turned to me and said, "He's fucking huge. Please can I fuck him?"

I downed the drink Karen brought me and handed her the room key. "Why don't I wait here for now. I'll wait about a half hour and then come and join you." She kissed me passionately with lots of tongue, a tongue I knew would soon be sliding over Kyle's cock.

She turned to Kyle and said, "I've got something for you." He stood and offered his hand to help her out of the booth. I've never seen her so eager, but then I've never seen her faced with an opportunity quite like this one. The guy was a man among men. I loved that his hand was on her ass as they walked away. His other hand went behind his back as he returned my thumbs up signal.

The minutes were more like hours. I lasted about 20 minutes. I hit the elevator and headed up, hard as a rock as I went. Karen was fast to the door. She happened to be up and about when I knocked. She answered the door in her panties and stockings. There were hickeys on her tits and she said, "Thank you. Get undressed and join us. You've got to see this guy's cock."

I quickly stripped and came to the bed where Kyle relaxed against the headboard. His cock was jutting up from his crotch and I was speechless when I saw it. Without the cock he was a sight to behold: swept back hair styled to perfection; a model's face, ruggedly square jawed. With the cock he was he was in another category. He was a Greek God.

His cock was so long he would never have to worry about finding the right position for optimal penetration. The girth was so impressive that no pussy would be same after experiencing it. Karen jumped on the bed and grabbed his cock, looking back at me and saying, "Look honey; it's so beautiful."

Kyle looked at me and asked, "Would like to see that cock disappear into your wife."

"Nothing would please me more," I answered.

"Then get over here and hold it so your slut of a wife can get on board."

Karen looked at me and giggled. She peeled off her panties in preparation. I think she loved the idea that her lover would be so dominant with me, and she was clearly unphased by him calling her a slut. She would later tell me that his verbal humiliation was hot as hell.

I reluctantly jumped on the bed and grabbed his cock, unable to close my hand around it. I pushed the one hand to the base and put my other hand on top of it. With both hands on it there was still a few inches exposed for Karen to wiggle down onto. I didn't have a clear view so I couldn't see her cunt lips being pushed open as she sat, but my ears were treated to a low moan as she moved down his shaft till she reached my first hand, at which point I removed both hands so she could continue her slow decent.

She moved up and down taking a little more each time as I moved around behind her to get a better view. I got low between his legs and could finally see how stretched her pussy was around his almost unreal manhood. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

Karen started to move up and down on his cock and by the third stroke she sat fully down on it and started to quake with her first orgasm. Her whole body shook but she continued taking small upward movements, only an inch or two, and coming back down as the orgasm continued rocking her for longer than anything I had ever accomplished. "I want to get on my back," She told him once she settled down.

"Of all the positions, most good sluts prefer the subservience of the missionary position," He told her.

"I don't know if I'm a slut, but your cock is making me want to be."

"I guess we'll find out," Kyle replied.

I moved out of the way as he repositioned himself between her wide spread legs. I could see her hips undulating upward in anticipation of receiving his cock. I imagined that what I was seeing was similar to a heroin addict about to take the needle. It probably wasn't too far off. In Both situations there would be a woman needing something inside her and it couldn't happen soon enough.

Karen reached down and pulled herself open for Kyle. She had her knees in the air and her fingers pulling her cunt open and making it easy for Kyle to slide on in. I was on my knees next to the bed and close to her face so I could watch her expression as he entered. Again, I imagined a junky feeling the drug take hold. She went from a look of dire need to a look of extreme pleasure.

"Oh, God yes," whispered from her lips. "I don't know if I'm a slut," she said, "but I'm definitely your slut," she said to Kyle, then she turned to look at me and mouthed "thank you."

"Thank you," I said out aloud in response. "Is this the best fuck you've ever had?"

Instead of answering me she looked at Kyle and said, "You're the handsomest man with the biggest cock I've ever had in me," and with that she shook with another set of multiple orgasms.

Kyle didn't let her rest this time, instead quickening his pace. Filthy talk started spewing from Karen's mouth like nothing I had heard outside of porn. "Fuck my whore pussy, Kyle. God yes. That's it, own that fucking whore hole. I'm your whore Kyle, do whatever you want," and then another set of orgasms after which she started begging for him to cum.

"My pussy needs cum now, Kyle. You made it need cum like never before. I have to feel wet and slutty down there, like only a nice load can make me feel." Kyle said nothing as he continued to pound her hard.

"Do I have to beg Kyle," she stuttered between moans. "Please jizz me Kyle. My cunt needs jizz really bad."

If she was trying to make him cum it worked. He let out a huge groan and started taking short stabbing thrusts as he kept his cock mostly buried in her. His orgasm was prolonged as well. He pumped her full of what she needed most in the moment. "I'm going to pull out quickly;" he told her. "When I do, use your hand to close your pussy and hold in my load."

He sat up, looked at me and asked, "Ever licked your wife's pussy right after it was fucked by someone else?" Before I could answer he said, "It's time to start. Keep your legs spread and your hand over your cunt Karen. Mark, get down there. Push your mouth against the slut's pussy and get your tongue out. That's it. Karen, grab the back of his head and pull it to your cunt as you move your hand out of the way." This guy knew his shit, and obviously knew what the typical slut loving husband wanted.

She moved her hand and pulled me to her. My mouth and tongue were met with a flood of Karen's and Kyle's sex juices. I'm sure most of it was sperm. I couldn't believe how much I liked what was happening at that moment. I just watched a total stud fuck my wife into state of complete subservience.

"Get on your back, Mark. Karen, Sit on his mouth and drain all that jizz out into it. Mark, you clean that cunt real good and I might agree to fuck your slut of a wife again."

Karen settled on my mouth and the flow started again. I kept thinking about how many ways Kyle was a 10, right down to the size of his load and his dominant attitude. I sucked and licked up as much as I could get, and, as I knew I would, I loved it. Kyle approved and fucked her again -- good -- for at least twenty minutes. As he was ready to finish in her again he said, "Get on your back if want more cum, Mark."

"Get on your back now," Karen chimed in. "As much as I'd like to stand up and feel Kyle's sperm running down my legs, we all see that you love cleaning me." She went into another continuous spasm of orgasms.

I liked how Kyle put it, "...if you want more cum..." I did. There was something about using my mouth to clean another man's cum from my wife's cunt that felt very appropriate, like that's just how life was supposed to be.

I was quick to my back and Karen moved quickly to bring me a reward for being an understanding husband. She nestled her well soiled pussy on my mouth and wiggled a bit. I used my tongue to open her entrance and get the jizz running out. I lapped like a starving man getting a life sustaining substance, and that, to me, was the truth of the matter.

After the cleaning I poured us drinks from the supplies I'd imported when we got there. We sat on the bed and talked. "What is it you do for a living?" Karen asked.

Kyle grabbed his pants and pulled out his wallet. He fished out a card and handed it to her.

"Is this a joke," she asked.

"No," he said. "I'm off duty, but this is what I do for a living. My company helps wives with exceptionally loving husbands to accept that getting lots of good cock is as natural as any other relationship dynamic."

"Am I going to get more off duty cock from you in the future?"

"I'm sorry. With random pick-ups it's a onetime thing. I already have several couples that I see on a regular basis."

Karen was frowning. "So how we do we become one of those couples?" she asked.

"You'd have to graduate from the program the company offers," he said as he dressed to leave. He was gone in an instant.

"Don't lose that fucking card," Karen said and started crying. I was laying on my back with my head propped up and Karen was laying on her side next to me. "You got to drink his jizz," she said, seriously agitated about it. "Must be good the way you were lapping it up."

"You both tasted great."

She started crying again and I asked what was wrong.

"What's wrong is I've never been so happy and sad at the same time. I didn't know sex could be so great, and now I worry it will never be that good again."

She was the proverbial basket case, giddy one second and depressed the next. "Get behind me and lick my asshole good," she commanded.

"I haven't cum yet," I whined to her.

"Then put just the head in my ass and jack off. Might as well put some frosting on the ass cake you'll be eating."

I was seeing the beginning of her transformation. She was acting dirtier than she ever had.

I did as instructed, enjoying that she seemed to be morphing into a dominant mode at least in relation to me. I put my cockhead in her ass and stroked. In fifteen seconds I was depositing what felt like the biggest load I'd ever shot up her ass.

"Get down there and clean that she said."

She moaned as I licked feverishly at her ass hole. When I finished she told me to go wash my cock. When I returned she sucked me hard and told me to put my cock in her cunt. When I did she started laughing. "I can't even tell it's in me," she said.