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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."
