We Train Wives Ch 07

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CH 7

The next morning we left for home. On the way home she asked, "Was it all you hoped."

"I didn't realize the extent that I would be trained as your slave, but I'm glad for that training. It helped me envision our future and let me know the extent to which I will be functioning as an agent of your pleasure."

"I love you so much," she responded. "I now know why sluts are sluts, and I'm so happy to be one. Being married is what makes it so hot."

"Can you believe how much I loved licking you after the guys made a mess. You even made me lick you after that guy peed on you."

"I can't believe how turned I was letting a man piss on me with you standing there watching. How did you feel watching him piss in my open mouth with me gulping it down."

"That was so hot. I felt really proud and lucky to be married to you, and I still can't believe you got me to lick Kyle's ass."

"It was special that you did that for me. How horrible was it for you."

"It may never be something I like, even though I've always loved licking your ass, but given the circumstance of helping you get a huge load, it wasn't so bad. You making me do it in front of others made it really hot. I love functioning as your slave."

"The training was the most glorious gift a man could give a woman, and I love you more than I can imagine loving any other man and I always will."

We rode in silence for awhile as I contemplated a final test. The agreement with WTW was that I wouldn't pay for the training until I had conducted the test of my choosing and Karen had passed.

I had a friend who lusted after Karen and I had once mentioned to her that he might make a good threesome partner. She nixed the idea immediately, even though the friend, Mike, is a total hunk. She said she would never fuck a friend as it could cause "complications." So therein was the gist of the final test.

To pass the test she needed to be a good slut for him and other friends as well. I was thinking a mini gang bang and I knew that under the right circumstances Mike would start it off. I wouldn't tell her it was okay or even suggest that as a newly minted slut the "no fucking friends" rule should change. In fact I brought it up and suggested it shouldn't change. I wanted to see if Karen could be overcome by lust to the extent she would risk getting in trouble with me. I wanted to create a circumstance where she would want to behave, but hopefully be unable to.

I knew I could count on Mike to hit on her as he had many times, which I found amusing in a very egotistical way. It was always a situation where opportunity and alcohol combined and how could I blame him for trying; Karen is hot as fuck. She seemed to dress more provocatively when he was coming over.

She always told me when he hit on her, even the time when he actually took his cock out and offered it to her. She said it was half hard and huge. She said she laughed at him and told him to put his toy away, but at least she knew he had a big dick.

Since I never mentioned to Mike that she was telling me about his advances, I'm sure he thought Karen was keeping me in the dark. I'm sure that emboldened him. When I asked Karen, who by the way never seemed upset about his advances, if she wanted me to tell him to knock it off, she said, "If you want." Sounded to me like, "I don't mind his advances, but if it bothers you tell him to stop." I think Karen had more of an inner slut thing going on even before hooking up with Kyle and taking the training. I think she struggled to keep it repressed.

When she told me about Mike showing her his dick I wanted to ask exactly how big he was, but I didn't really have to; it was Mike's favorite thing to brag about. He told anyone who would listen that few women could take all of his length and some couldn't take any of his girth. I told Karen about his bragging to encourage her interest in him, but acted like I was just annoyed by his off-putting bragging.

My plan was simple; create an opportunity and let nature take over. The plan was based on the fact that it was Friday and that night was my turn to host the poker game. Mike, Curt, Hugh, Ken and Monte. It was list of my poker buddies, abut also a list of my closest friends list. You could say it was a list of friends she was definitely not to fuck.

I reminded Karen of the game on the drive home and reiterated that I thought her no-fucking-friends idea was still good, even with the changes she experienced via the training. Then I added that it wouldn't hurt for her to practice dressing a little slutty. She grinned, as if my suggestion had activated her slut thinking.

Karen played tennis with one of her girlfriends. She said, "Why don't I pretend I've been out playing tennis and wear that really short white tennis skirt. It has a matching swim suit type undergarment, but I can wear sheer panties instead. If I don't wear a bra the outfit's top is thin and will show off my nipples."

"Yeah, well, I'll be there to make sure the friends rule gets honored."

"I know sweetie, that's why I'm willing to be that risqué. I'll get to feel like a slut without actually doing anything."

You may have noticed that at that point I hadn't actually said, "Don't fuck my friends." You may have also noticed that she didn't exactly commit to not fucking my friends.

I drove Karen home to get ready and even thought to tell her to leave her tennis racket out to add authenticity to her tennis story. She thought that was clever. I wanted to call Mike and tell him to go for it, but I thought it would be more taboo and thus hot if things unfolded naturally. I called my answering service and asked the girl to call me at exactly 8pm that evening then drove to the store to stock up on beer.

When I got home Karen was dressed and looking good. She saw me admiring her outfit, and with her legs who wouldn't.

"Check it out sweetie," she said, "we need to remember this for the future. The waist band is elastic. I can where an elastic band skirt when we go to a club. To get in door without causing concern, I can wear it at a normal shortness, and as the evening rolls on I can hike it up to show more leg and other things."

"I like that idea," I responded. "And you're right about those nipples."

"Thank God you're going to be here. You know everyone of your friends has hit on me at least once. Mike about ten times. My ability to resist isn't what it once was."

"So tell me, have you always been more of a slut than you let on?"

"Yeah, I guess, maybe."

It was seven and everything was set up for the game. Mike arrived first with a Petite Sarah for Karen. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Wow, you're already trying to get me drunk."

I think his response would have been different if I wasn't standing there. As it was he said, "No, but I like that idea. I just remembered that you like a good red and the liquor store dude said this was a good one."

She likes a good red cock, I thought to myself.

Mike and I cracked beers and sat at the game table. Within another ten minutes all had arrived and we all had a beer in one hand while examining our hole cards with the other. I was dealing and probably called seven card stud because I was thinking of Karen getting seven inch studs.

I was drinking slow. The guys had three to my two when 8pm rolled around. Karen had been bringing us beers and snacks and finding reasons to be around. A few times she dropped something and bent at the waist to pick it up. She made sure everyone was getting glimpses of her sheer black panties. I pretended not to notice that she was flashing and they were looking. I noticed Mike was refilling her wine glass anytime it was almost empty.

The phone rang and I answered and deleted the call before going into my phony dialogue.

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Can't Jeff take care of it; I have friends over."

"Yeah, the billing for them is huge. We have to keep them happy. Look you get one hour, no more. If I can't fix it in an hour it'll have to wait."

"Yeah, whatever, if you cared you wouldn't have called me."

"Guys, I don't want to call off the game, but I have to leave for an hour, tops. Why don't you guys kick back and drink my beer till I get back."

"Happy to drink your beer," Mike said, "and we have Karen to look at."

I ignored the Karen comment and said, "Thanks guys." I scooted out the door before Karen could get me aside to ask or say anything. I drove to a small neighborhood bar and sipped a beer as I contemplated the situation. The first thought that came to me was that I needed to be gone at least two hours. After two hours I drove past the house and all the cars were still there, a very good sign. I drove back to the bar.

I anticipated the results of my experiment, which was to verify that indeed my wife was now too much of a slut to pass up a good opportunity. By then I knew she would be pretty tipsy and so would my friends. I knew how alcohol affected her, and indeed how it affected most women. I definitely knew how it affected my horny friends, who all had the hots to fuck Karen. I remembered that Karen had said she only trusted herself because I was going to be there.

I drove by the house after three hours and the cars were all still there. I made another trip at three and half hours and parked down the street. Shorty all of them waddled out to their cars and left. I drove home quickly.

When I came in Karen was sitting at the poker table. She looked at me with a very worried expression. Her hair was messy and so was her makeup.

"I know we agreed," she said. Then she turned her legs toward me and spread them. Her black panties were smeared with cum. Lots of it. "I fucked all of them," she confessed. "I tried not to, but it was no use. Right in front of the rest of them Mike said, 'I have a friend named Earl who knew you back when.' I know I've never shared this with you, but Earl was a boyfriend who used to turn me out to his friends. That's why Mike kept trying to fuck me. He figured sooner or later my old self would surface and I'd fuck him. He probably assumed that after I had experienced his huge cock I'd be unable to say no after that."

"Tell me exactly what happened."

"I will, but you have to get naked first."

"Why."

"So I can see the effect of what I'm telling you."

"Fine." I stripped and we sat next to each other on the couch.

"Well, the first hour we all drank pretty heavy. I drank that whole bottle of wine Mike brought and opened one of ours. The guys were hammering beers like they usually do. Once the alcohol started really taking affect all I could think about was fucking Mike, and everyone else. Anytime one of them ran out of beer I would jump up to get them another one, and every time I went to the kitchen I started hiking the skirt up a little more."

"Did they notice?"

"I guess Mike did, because he finally made a move."

"Finally?"

"I just meant I was halfway expecting it. When I brought Mike a beer he put his hand under my skirt and announced to them all how wet I was."

"Why were you so wet?"

"After the training you just treated me to, can you imagine how hot I was to let friends of yours in on our little secret."

"I guess this was to be expected. What happened next?"

"That's when he dropped the Earl comment. He was basically saying that he knew I used to be a slut."

"So what did you do?"

"I wanted to pull away and slap him, but he was working my clit. He pulled me onto his lap and brought his fingers to my nose. I inhaled and the smell of my slut pussy was so erotic. He told me to pull my panties aside and I did. He started finger fucking me and talking dirty, telling the guys what a dirty slut I was. 'Mark may not know it,' he said, 'but this isn't the kind of woman you can domesticate.' I thought it was a deliciously dirty insult -- making it a compliment."

"So then did you try and get away?"

"No I put my arms around him and kissed him. I was drunk but I think we both know I was going to fuck Mike and sooner or later, rule or no rule."

"Then what."

"Mike stood up and pulled my chair about six feet away from the table so I was within everyone's field of vision. He told me spread my legs, pull my panties aside and work my clit to an orgasm."

"How could you possibly get off in such a weird situation?"

"Let me finish. I said no and Mike took his hardening cock out and started stroking it. Apparently the other guys hadn't seen him or at least not hard. Their jaws were on the table and their eyes bugging out. They were all staring at his cock in wonder and I felt like I was in some weird trance as I too stared at it."

"Keep going," I said, noticing that Karen kept glancing down at my cock to see if I liked the story. She put her hand on my cock and gently stroked it as she continued.

"Are you okay," she asked, "because it kind of gets worse."

"Worse how?"

"Worse in regards to our friends really knowing how bad I am."

"Go on."

"I'm sitting on the chair facing back toward the table. My legs are spread but that's it. The men have all turned to look at me in my wet panties. Them being sheer, they can see the smear of cunt juice in the crotch. I was still staring at Mike's monster cock. I wanted it so bad I was near drooling. Our no-friend-rule made me feel like a slut that had been told not to be who you really are. It felt oppressive and I hated it."

"It's okay, Baby, I guess we both need to get used to you making all the sexual decisions. I want you to be a slut anytime you need to. No rules."

She kissed me hard on the mouth as if to again thank me for her new self.

"That's when Mike took over. Tell these guys you're a dirty slut or you're not getting this cock. Again, all the other guy's jaws dropped as they watched to see what I would do or say. I didn't say anything so Mike came over to me and showed me the huge drop of pre-cum forming on the head. Lick that off he said, then bring yourself off in front of me and the guys, then I'll fuck this cock into your slut hole and claim you as my whore."

"How did you feel about his whore statement?"

"I'm not going to lie, it was the hottest thing any man has ever said to me. Mike's really handsome and has a one in ten thousand cock. And he knows how to treat a submissive slut."

Her words took me to a realization that this relationship was going to work well. I was glowing with energy.

"I grabbed his cock and licked the precum, obligating myself to the rest of it. I pulled my feet onto the chair and spread wide, while rubbing myself off I told the guys I'm a dirty slut and I'm doing this because I have to have Mike's cock in me. While rubbing I thought of Mike's cock and how easy it would be for him to sexually own me."

"You were clearly past the point of no return. Do you think this would have happened without that training?"

"No, because I could have fucked Mike several times and didn't. There's no doubt that the training works."

"Apparently quite well."

"I got myself off and that's when Mike picked me up and took me to the bedroom, saying to the guys, 'you can fuck my whore after I do.' Having one of your best friends call me his whore, not just a whore but his whore, as he took me to a room to fuck me was incredible. The whole thing was hotter than anything at the training center because we know these guys."

"Was his cock all that he claims?"

"And more. He was as long as the longest guy at the training, and as thick as the thickest guy. He made me cum so good and while he was fucking he made me make promises."

"Such as?"

"I had to agree to let him refer to me as his whore, even in front of you."

"Did you?"

"Of course, and I can't wait to have him do that, especially in front of you and other guy friends. If you don't mind, and I guess even if you do because we both agreed I'm in charge now, I want everyone to gossip about me being Mike's whore."

I didn't know how much of that was true, but it sure was hot. "Well that's hot. What else?"

"He said every time he comes over, for anything, the first thing he's going to do is take me in the bedroom and fuck me, and after he fills me he said I can't clean up, only pull my panties on and let his cum leak down my legs."

"So what if we have someone over who isn't part of our scene, maybe even a relative?"

"I asked that too. He said in that case he'll tell me he needs to talk to me in private and take me in the bedroom and fuck me anyway."

"Don't you think people will figure out what's going on?"

"If the guest is fuckable, don't we want them to figure it out? If they're not fuckable then you get to make lame excuses that nobody will believe about why your wife goes into a bedroom with your very studly friend for 45 minutes at a time, and why she smells like sex and looks thrashed but very happy when she comes out."

"I'll have to hide my hard-on too," I said, and chuckled. "The humiliation of that scene alone could make me cum. Right now we need to build a big stable of studs for you."

"I love you so much. It's our first day in our new life and I've added five guys to my stable."

"I knew you would Baby. I staged tonight because I wanted to see if you could say no, especially to Mike, the way you used to. That's why I kept bringing up the friends rule. I wanted to know that you are too far into being a slut to pass on an opportunity like that, rule or no rule."

"I really am a dirty slut now. Any cute single friend you bring home is going to get fucked."

"In that case I'll try to bring home lots of cute guys."

"Think about it. All of your closest friends have jizzed in my mouth and pussy. They've seen me drink cum and like it. I told them all they could fuck me anytime unless Mike says no. After Mike fucked me he brought me out to show the others what a well fucked slut looks like. He made me tell them that I'm your wife but I'm his whore now. Now I need you to keep up your part of the bargain, Baby. Lay down so I can squat on your mouth."

"Yes, Master."

Aside from briefly spreading her legs to show me the fruits of her labors, she'd been keeping her legs tightly closed waiting for me. When she dropped her pussy onto my mouth, she looked down and said, "Let me help you." She stuck a finger in her pussy to get the flow going, and man did it. She was stretched and I was able to get my tongue in there good. Knowing that I was tasting all my friend's jizz made it so hot. I came without my cock being touched and shot all the way onto her back.

"That must taste really good."

"Thank you," I said. "It does."

"Mike might have the biggest cock, but Hugh shoots a load like I've never seen. Sooner or later I'm going to make you suck him off so you can see what I'm getting to swallow when I do it."

"Do you think he'll let me? Some men are really squeamish about any male on male contact."

"You were too once upon a time. I think men will do what they have to do to get more of my mouth and pussy."

"I think you're right and it sounds like that stupid no-fucking-friends rule is done."

"Can you see if we can host the poker game every Friday night, and find more guys to invite?"

"Yes, Master."

I cut a check for $17,000 and mailed it off. A few days later the mail brought a large envelop. I open it and pulled out a beautiful gold embossed document reading, This is to certify that Karen has completed our course and earned the title of "Certified Slutwife Cockhunter"

THE END