It had been a few days since Tammy had been a birthday present for Tom's son Todd. He had just turned 19 and Tom had designated her as his gift to his son. Tammy had no clue of this plan when Tom told her to meet him at his home. She thought he wanted her again and she knew she had to obey his demands. Jack, her husband, was out of town on a business trip at the time.
As it turned out, Tammy spent the entire day with the 19 year old boy and did whatever he wanted. It started out as a surprise and a shock to her that Tom would be so bold as to give the wife of his biggest supplier to his son. But Tammy was no ordinary wife. Her husband, Jack, had told her how vital it was for his career to do whatever Tom wanted. She knew their lifestyle depended on how well she pleased him.
Jack was well aware that Tom fucked his sexy wife as often as he wanted her. Jack actually encouraged it. He ordered Tammy to do it and even made her graphically describe the full details of each sexual encounter. Jack had her recreate every sex session which not only humiliated her but made her incredibly aroused. As she described the events of how Tom had used her, she saw the stimulating effect it had on Jack. For Tammy, being treated like a slut was something she knew was always the match that ignited her flames.
Tammy was well aware that their lifestyle depended on her being used by Tom whenever he called her. Just a few days ago he showed up at her house at 6:30am and took her right on her kitchen floor and then in her living room. That was when he told her before leaving to come to his house early that afternoon. Tammy did as she was told. Tammy always did what she was told because she was a dutiful wife and had a strong undeniable submissiveness that had emerged much earlier than her forced sexual encounters with Tom.
It hadn't always been this way but as time went on, she had fallen deeper and deeper into a never-ending sexual spiral. She couldn't help herself. She was helpless to avoid giving herself to dominant and aggressive men and even teen boys like Todd. She had even submitted to a woman. Her will or desire to stop these things from happening was almost gone. The truth she had come to accept as time passed was that she not only submitted willingly to being used but that she needed to submit to them. She needed to hear them call her names and order her to do as they told her. Tammy knew the truth about herself; that she was a slut wife. In spite of her original desire to avoid being treated like this, she now understood that her sexual and physical hunger could not be denied.
Now she thought that since her husband had directed her recent activities it may be time to tell him more of her secret sexual submission to other men. Jack seemed to get very highly aggressive and aroused as she retold the events of each time she was used by Tom. On each of those occasions her husband treated her like a whore and completely dominated her. Jack made her do the same things to him as Tom had done. Seeing his strong reaction indicated to Tammy just how much Jack liked her being a hot, MILF wife. She recalled that on the first meeting with Tom in their own home, Jack took a lot of time telling her exactly what to wear and how to act with Tom. She was on display, showing off her toned and sexy body for his best customer. Although she had not planned what would happen that night, Jack ran out to get a special bottle of Scotch he had neglected to buy earlier. When he left to get the Scotch, Tom fucked Tammy right in her own kitchen as she prepared their meal. Tammy was afraid to tell Jack what had really happened but she did let him know how Jack had fingered her to orgasm and then forced his cock in her mouth and made her suck him dry. Jack's response was to fuck her senseless and order her to do whatever was demanded. He required that she give her body to his best client.
So now after several meetings with Tom, Jack was well aware that Tom had fucked his wife and used her like his personal slut. Tammy always told him everything that Tom did to her but now it had gone further. Now she had to tell him about how she was given as a "birthday present" for Todd. Thinking back on that day, it had never occurred to her that this was Tom's plan when he asked her to be at his home that afternoon. She was sure that Tom would be there and take her again and again in his home. Instead, only his son Todd was there.
Jack was getting home a bit late tonight and said he would grab dinner before he arrived. This gave Tammy time to bath and dress for his arrival. She knew he wanted her wearing something hot and sexy when she told him of her activities with Tom. Jack had been away on a business trip when it all happened with Todd. He had been home for a few days now but had failed to ask her if anything happened while he was away. It was time to confess to him. She did her hair and put on a short black silk robe that barely covered her ass and was held closed by a silk belt. She wore a shelf bra that held her big tits up just right and exposed her always hard nipples. She put on an ultra-thin and wispy thong in black and put some light oil on her legs to give them a sexy sheen. She slipped on her 5" gold stiletto heels that buckled around her ankles and wore a new gold ankle bracelet she bought online that just had one word on it, "SLUT." She tied and re-tied her robe to show off a good amount of cleavage and looked in her full-length mirror at the reflection. She looked good and she also knew that the word on the ankle bracelet was very accurate. She heard the front door and Jack called to her to see where she was.
"I'll be right down, honey, why don't you pour us a couple of cocktails."
"Great idea," he replied and went to take care of the drinks. He walked into the living room and turned some music on and sat down to sip his martini. He put her cocktail on the table beside him. Sitting back in his chair he picked up the newspaper to check the baseball scores and started to relax.
A few minutes later Jack heard the very distinctive clicking of Tammy's spiked heels coming slowly down the staircase from the second floor. His head lifted and his eyes took in the erotic sight of his wife descending the stairs in her brief silk robe with her toned firm legs glistening in the subdued lights. Her cleavage was visible almost down to the tied sash around her waist.
"You are a welcome sight on an otherwise uneventful Wednesday night," he said putting his drink down and looking at her from her gold heels to her perfectly flowing hair.
Tammy walked over to her drink and picked it up to sip a bit of the martini.
"I thought tonight might be a good time to tell you the things that happened when you were gone, honey," she said sitting on the chair across from him and crossing her long legs. The split of the robe slid down either thigh and opened his view almost to her thong.
"Oh, did something happen when I was away on my trip? If that's the case, then I will need some details, Tammy," he said looking across at her scantily clad body. "And I see that ankle bracelet is new. Tell me where you got it."
"I bought it because I thought you would like what it said," she smiled holding her leg out for him.
"Yes, I think it's very appropriate. Now fill me in on all the details of what happened.....slut," he pointed to her ankle as he read the word on the anklet.
"Well, Jack, it started one morning while you were gone. Yes, as you suspected, it was Tom but it was more than that," she said re-crossing her legs and flashing him her black thong covered pussy.
"So there was more than one thing I should know about?" he questioned as he picked up his glass and drained the martini.
"Yes, there is more to tell than just one episode," she said in a soft quiet voice as she looked into his eyes. She also drank down her cocktail.
"Mix us another drink before you continue telling what happened," he told her holding his empty glass for Tammy to retrieve.
She got up and walked the few paces to him and took the glass from him. His hand rose onto her exposed thigh and rubbed slowly up the inside of her legs. He stopped at her tiny patch of lace covering her pussy.
"Did he use this?" Jack asked as his fingers pressed against her triangle. Tammy let out a soft sigh.
"Yes, he did," she said looking down into his eyes.
"He took your cunt?" Jack asked.
'Yes, honey, he took it." She gasped with her body trembling.
Jack dropped his hand and pointed to the bar for her to go and build two more drinks. His cock was hardening in his pants as he watched her move away from him. The bottom curve of her firm ass was visible just under the shiny silk hem of her robe.
Tammy came back and gave Jack his drink and sat down again across from him and crossed her legs again. He sipped and waited, then took a larger gulp from her glass.
"He called me at about 6:30 one morning and woke me up," she started. "He said he was out back at the patio door and for me to let him in."
"At 6:30," Jack said raising an eyebrow and chuckling, "he is a horny bastard."
"Yes. I got up and went down to the back door and let him in."
"How were you dressed?" He wanted to know.
"My robe was at the dry cleaner, so I just went to the door in just my panties and the short tank top that I sleep in," she told him as she took another sip of her drink.
"He came in and was very forceful. He pushed me to my knees and made me suck his cock. Then he turned me around and took me from behind over one of the tall kitchen chairs. He called me a filthy slut and made me beg him to fuck me."
"Open your robe and show me your tits," he told his wife.
"Yes, Sir," she replied as her hands opened the light silk material and pulled it away from her firm breasts. Her nipples were hard as the material slipped across them.
"Did you beg Tom for his cock, Tammy? Did you ask him to fuck you?" Jack's eyes were on his wife's body from her tits down to her spikes heels as she replied.
"Yes, I begged him. I get so hot and carried away Jack when I get used like that. I can't help myself," she confessed.
"Open your legs," Jack demanded. She uncrossed her smooth legs and slowly spread her thighs apart, showing him an unobstructed view directly to the tiny thong patch in the center.
"What else do I need to know, slut," he asked her.
"He hit me before he fucked me. He slapped my face and then used the steel spatula from the kitchen on my bare tits and nipples. He hit me and fingered me Jack. I am so ashamed," she confessed.
"Why is my slut wife so ashamed?" Jack questioned her.
"When he hit me, I came so hard. It was incredibly arousing to be used like that."
Looking at her body and the way her breathing was increasing. "You can't help yourself can you?"
