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We Train Wives Ch 04

We Train Wives Ch 04

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CH 4

I slept fitfully that night. I kept waking up and having to jack off again. I realized this whole thing was at least as exciting for me as it was for Karen. Gil joined me in the dining hall for breakfast. "So, what's on today's agenda?" I asked him.

"By the way, two of the wives went home already. We're down to three. It's about how things usually work out. Only the sleaziest survive. The wives will train all day and tonight there'll be a competition."

I always wanted Karen to be in the category of "sleaziest", but again, I never thought she would be. She was just never that into sex. I was realizing that it was small dicked husband sex she wasn't that into."Explain the competition thing."

"Often a slut will be competing for a stud. We want our graduates to win any such competition."

"How do you accomplish that?"

"By teaching them the fundamentals: dress, talk, kink, reputation. The first three basically take care of the last one."

"Explain them one at a time, please."

"Sure. The first one, dress, is self explanatory. Our recommendation is short skirts and dresses always because they make a woman look accessible and in fact they are. In some settings the woman might want to wear a swimsuit bottom to be able to deflect any complaints from women who are threatened by other women's sexuality. I personally like dresses of flimsy material that flare out from below the boobs on down. It makes them prone to flaring out and showing panty when the woman turns fast or the wind blows for that matter. Our polling indicates that the vast majority of men love getting glimpses of panties, so we also recommend wearing them. And nothing gets to a man like seeing panties with a wet spot. Bottom line, dress like a slut and you'll end up getting fucked like one."

"That's quite a tutorial."

"Thanks. Next we have talk, which is a little more complicated because of time and place issues. A basic rule of thumb is to start mild and up the ante as you go. In the early evening when a guy compliments the woman, we recommend something tame, but not altogether innocent. A compliment on her looks might be followed with something like, 'Well, I guess I am guilty of loving attention,' or 'Really, you don't think the dress is too short?'

"Later, after everyone has had a few drinks and a guy has gotten bolder in his flirtations, a comment like, 'I can't believe how good your legs look in that dress,' might be followed with something that clarifies the woman's intensions for the evening, like, 'Thank you, but is it only legs that you're interested in.' Or, if your wife wanted to start sorting out those not up to kinky games, something like, 'My husband thinks I look good too, and he likes to watch me.' They're taught to be coyly flirtatious, to metaphorically suck men in before literally sucking them off, to say things that open the door to dirty come backs from the guys."

"Karen is going to be so good at this," I said. "You see how she looks. Add slut training to that and she'll be a busy girl."

"You know it. The next one, kink, is the most important factor when it comes to competition."

"I'm all ears," I said.

"It's like this. There are plenty of cute sluts out there. We want our graduates to have an edge that makes men come back for more, and makes those who haven't had her seek her out. Bear in mind she's also being trained to use you to help her build a stable of studs."

"How come every time we talk I get a hard on?"

"Because we're always talking about what a great slut your wife is."

"Oh yeah. You mentioned raunchy earlier, what's the difference between kinky and raunchy?"

"Kinky is a wife who loves to suck off men other than her husband because it makes her feel dirty. Raunchy is a wife who does it to feel dirty and because she loves to drink jizz. Raunchy is when a wife begs for jizz and thanks a guy for cumming in her mouth. Raunchy is a more five sensory experience, where the person likes the sounds and smells and tastes of sex, where the wife will do things other sluts won't do. Sometimes it's things she won't let her husband do, but boyfriends get to do it because the boyfriend makes her hotter, and because it will be part of the humiliation of the husband ritual. I often say, kinky spits, raunchy swallows. There was a woman who bragged to me that she always spits her husband's load out, but never her lovers. Her favorite thing was a suck a lover off in front of her husband so he could see her swallow the other guy."

"What's an example of something most sluts won't do?"

"Have you ever peed on your wife?"

"No, but I did ask if she wanted to explore golden showers, as a giver or receiver. She said no and that I should permanently drop the subject." As good as these guys were at training wives to be highly into sex, Karen was not going to consent to being peed on. I was quite confident about that.

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Gil said, "I like to do a little wagering with the husbands, and I've got $50 bucks that says by Thursday evening, kink night, your wife will let one or more guys piss on her."

How could I lose? Karen had no interest. It was simply out of her kink zone. "You're on. I could use an extra fifty."

"Did I mention Kyle will be there that night?"

He hadn't, and I felt less confident about my $50 upon hearing that. Then I remembered that there was something in the contract about respecting Karen's limits. I mentioned that and Gil said, "Are we talking about Karen's limits or yours, because if it's yours there's nothing in the contract about that. I've examined your paperwork, and, by the way, talked to Kyle about you and your wife. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you wanting to turn complete control of Karen's sexuality over to Karen?"

"Yes," I had to admit, "That is what I want."

"So far," he said, "on the matter of pee, your wife says it's not something she wants to do, but she also said she wouldn't rule it out if the situation had her sufficiently aroused."

"By the way, your submissiveness training begins on kink night. Your wife is going to humiliate you like you've never imagined."

"What should I expect?"

"To have Karen make you do things you never thought you'd do -- in front of other people."

"So what is tonight's bar scene going to be about?"

"Like I said, competition. The wives will compete to see who can fuck the most guys during a set time period."

I sat by myself during lunch, contemplating all that had transpired and wondering what was to come. I wondered what it would be like to basically be Karen's sex slave, dedicated to her pleasure. I guess I was on board because thinking about it made my cock intensely hard.

After dinner Gil and I went to one of the bars viewing booths beside the tables and away from the bar. We were looking at a bar with seven studs sitting in various places. The studs kind of reminded me of the Village People band in that the guys all looked different. There were the two biker types, a Mexican, two black guys, a smart dressed business mogul type and a cowboy. All were large men and all were on the high end of handsome. The bikers were together at a table. The Mexican sat by himself at a table. The two black guys sat together at a table. The cowboy and the suit sat apart from each other at the bar. All that was missing were the sluts.

The wives objective on Tuesday night was to compete with each other for who could pick up and fuck the most guys. They had to pick him up, take him to a fuck room connected to the lounge, fuck him and return to the lounge to find another one. Fuck rooms were in the back of the lounge, like you might see a door to a restroom. A symbol on the door depicted stick figures going at it doggie style.

Karen and the other women came in together, through the traditional looking swinging barroom doors. All heads turned to watch them enter the scene.

Karen was wearing her ever so slinky red mini dress with white stockings and red high heels. It was made to be worn with a special red bra and pair of short shorts as the dress was semi-transparent. Karen had no bra on so her tits were on display and apparently anticipation was affecting her nipples. She scrapped the shorts for white French cut panties, visible through the transparent material and viewable when she sat because of how short the dress was.

To that point I had paid almost no attention to the other wives because watching my wife be turned into a slut was far more erotic. Wendy, the other blond and wife of Deny, and Sandra, a raven haired beauty and wife of Marcus, were dressed as slutty as Karen. Wendy had a black dress and Sandra's was dark blue. Both dresses were transparent and both women were braless, showing Wendy's large fake tits and Sandra's small but very cute ones. All of the women wore stockings and garters that showed below the high hemline of their dresses. All three could have passed for common street whores.

Wendy and Karen sat at unoccupied tables and Sandra at the bar, in between the two seated men. Gil hit the switch that opened the mic for the table Karen sat at.

Karen had no sooner sat down when the Mexican guy approached her table. "I'm Raphael, mind if I join you."

"Free country," she said, nonchalantly.

"You are a beautiful woman. I feel lucky to sit with you. Can I get you a drink?"

"A vodka tonic would be nice."

He waved the waiter over and ordered two vodka tonics. He moved his chair so he had a clear view of Karen and I could tell he was looking down at her legs and other things. I could also see that Karen's legs were not closed. Though I couldn't see her panties from my vantage point, I knew Raphael could.

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"In my culture, when a woman dresses like you are, it's a sign that she's a slut looking for cock."

"That's something our cultures have in common. I'm kind of picky though. My husband likes my pussy to be stretched out, so I'm looking for big cocks. Ones that wake up my inner slut."

Drinks were brought to the table and Raphael proposed a toast: "To dirty fucking whores who need big cocks like mine."

"To dirty whores," she echoed.

They downed their drinks and Raphael asked, "Do you want me to take you into one of the fuck rooms."

Karen usually has a few drinks to get in the mood, but for all I knew she already had a few. I realized it was also possible that she no longer needed alcohol to get her going.

"I thought you'd never ask." They walked off with Karen's arm around his waist and Raphael's hand on Karen's ass. Gil informed me that the fuck rooms had no mics.

Wendy's eyes followed Karen as she walked to a fuck-room with her prey. She didn't want to get behind in the competition. She got up and went to the table with the bikers. Gil opened the mic for that table. Standing in front of them she said, "I'm Slut Wendy, may I join you."

The bikers were Alan and Derek, the two who had fucked Karen so good the night before. "In stead of joining, since you're in a competition and we want to help, why don't we go straight to a fuck room and get some cock in you." With that, all three rose from the table and headed into one of the fuck rooms. I had looked at my watch when Karen left. She'd only been gone 10 minutes. Gill turned that mic off and the one at Sandra's table on. The cowboy had left the bar to join her. "Of course I take it in the ass, but I want it in the pussy first. I have needs. Later, if you fuck my pussy good, you can have my ass." They headed to a room just as Karen and Raphael came out of their room. Karen was smiling that smile that only good cock can put on her face.

Once in the center of the room she turned and kissed Raphael then looked around the room to see that Wendy was obviously doing a threesome and Sandra was getting her first. She felt she had no choice but to bounce over to the table where the two black guys sat. Gil turned that mic on.

Karen stood next to one of them, draped her hand over his shoulder and said. "Hi, I'm Karen, a married white woman. Tim, the guy sitting next to her reached his arm around her and rested his hand on the front of her thigh. "Dwayne," he said to his black friend, "Why don't you check out this married lady's pussy."

Dwayne leaned forward and Karen moved her feet apart for him. He slid his hand under her dress and rubbed her panties, then brought his fingers to his nose.

"It's like we thought Tim, this sluts been fucking."

"Is the problem the size of your white husband's cock?" Tim asked.

"That and I don't feel like a slut when my husband fucks me. I need that feeling."

I had to take my cock out and start stroking after hearing that. Gil handed me the roll of tissue again.

"How would you feel about fucking two niggas?"

"I might be running the risk of being called a nigga loving whore, and that would be hot."I spilled into the tissue as the three of them walked to a room.

It was close to 3 a.m. as the competition neared an end and Wendy had won by one cock. She had fucked all seven and three of them twice. Karen fucked all seven and two of them twice. Sandra had only fucked five, and looked exhausted from all the orgasms. I was disappointed that Karen hadn't won. I so wished I could taste and smell Karen's pussy after all that fucking, but I knew the future held lots of creampies.

They were all in the lounge and Tim held up a glass and said, "I propose a toast to nigga loving married white women, like Karen."

"That's not true," Karen protested, as if it wasn't.

Karen was sitting at a table and Tim walked over, took his cock out and stood with it hanging in her face. Karen took it in her mouth and started sucking. I had the perfect side view. Watching her, there was no doubt she wanted his load in her mouth. The quality of a woman's cock sucking has a lot to do with whether or not she likes to drink loads. A few minutes later she drank away and thanked him for it, which, as you might have guessed, had me dumping another load in my tissue filled hand.

For the first time Gil had joined me in wanking, but he didn't cum until Dwayne had also taken a turn in Karen's mouth. Tim got another drink and held it up. "As I was saying, I make a toast to this nigga loving whore. This time Karen didn't deny his statement. Because it is now 3 a.m.," Tim said, "the official end of the competition, with these two last minute loads Karen has won." Karen just smiled and swallowed.

It seemed like Karen had been set up to win, but I was glad she did. What a trip getting to watch two black guys take turns on her mouth. From my vantage point it didn't look like she missed a drop and she thanked them both for cumming in her mouth.

It was only day two, but I could see that my Karen would never be the same. To a certain extent that was true after Kyle fucked her, but this was slut finishing school. They were finishing the job of making her love being a slut so much that there truly was no going back.

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