Rose is a petite blonde, just over five feet and a hundred and ten pounds. For her size she has quite a set of boobs, actually 36D. I am five feet ten and weigh two hundred. Both of us exercise regularly and watch what we eat. As a result we’re in better shape than most people we know, and look much younger than our chronological age.
Rose and I have a good sex life. We have sex more now than at any time in the last fifteen years. The quality and diversity of our lovemaking has also improved over the last couple of years. Some of the credit for these changes is due to our good feelings about our bodies, and our maturing love for each other as our relationship deepens; but the bulk of it probably should go to the pool table in our garage.
Since we bought the table a couple of years ago, Rose and I have spent most of our Friday and Saturday nights playing pool. After a while the games began to get boring, and at some point we began to place bets. I don’t remember who had the idea first, but after a while the bets began to revolve around sex, and soon we had established a regular wager: the loser had to serve as sex slave to the winner that night.
In this manner I finally got to fuck Rose’s cute little ass, and to get her to swallow my come. By the same token, when she wins Rose is not shy about voicing her demands. I have been made to jerk myself off and lick my hand clean, and Rose has fucked me in the ass with a vibrator. We have both come to enjoy these games immensely, and as I say, they have done wonders for our sex life.
Last Friday night I arrived at our nice two-story home in the suburbs to find a strange car blocking my usual parking space. It was a green Japanese luxury car, the type driven by many doctors and lawyers, and I guessed that Rose was entertaining one of her medical colleagues.
As I entered the house I heard voices coming from the living room. One of them was Rose’s and by her tone I could tell that she was either nervous or excited. The other voice was a man’s, and by some instinct I knew that it belonged a particular doctor whom Rose had become friendly with at work. She had talked about him so much that I must admit I had become a little jealous. All that day I had fantasized about what Rose and I would do after our game of pool that evening, and now I could only hope that this guy would leave quickly so we could get on with our fun.
Sure enough, the visitor turned out to be Rose’s favorite doctor, whom she introduced as Stan. I had to admit he was a handsome guy, and somehow I felt at ease with him immediately. He was charming and likeable enough so that I soon forgot my jealousy, and didn’t even mind when Rose asked him to stay for dinner.
During dinner Stan explained that his wife and kids had gone to the beach, about a hundred miles down the coast. He was planning to drive down part of the way that night, stay overnight in a motel and then join them on Saturday afternoon.
When we ran out of vodka and beer, Rose volunteered to go get more. I asked Stan if he wanted to shoot some pool, and he said, “Sure, but I’m not very good.” When Rose got back she mixed us drinks, then declared that she wanted to play the winner. Still thinking of sex, I cleared the table in short order and told her to rack them up. As she did so I asked if our usual wager was good, and she replied, “Absolutely.”
I won the first game and then, as is our custom, asked Rose if she wanted to play double or nothing or best two out of three. She looked at Stan, then gave me a wink and said, “Double or nothing.”
The three of us continued to play pool and drink for several hours. None of us were really drunk, but we were feeling no pain. After the first game, Rose won all the rest. In fact I have never seen her so determined to win. Then, some time around eleven o’clock, Rose announced that she was through kicking our asses and she wanted to get into the hot tub.
As Rose went upstairs to get her robe, Stan said he was going to hit the road. Knowing that he had consumed well over the legal limit of alcohol, and had a long way to drive, I suggested he stay the night. My daughter was staying with friends, and I told him he could use her room. Stan went out to his car to get his suitcase, and when Rose came down in her robe, I told her that he was going to spend the night. She didn’t seem surprised, and in fact suggested that I invite him to get in the hot tub with us.
Stan was up for the hot tub, but said he felt funny about being naked in front of Rose. Jokingly, I told him not to worry; once he was in the tub, the swirling water would cover up any shortcomings. I grabbed us a couple of robes and we stripped.
Rose was already in the tub as Stan and I climbed in. Rose invited Stan to sit beside her, saying that she had saved him the best seat in the house. When I reached over to turn on the jets, Rose quickly told me to turn them off, because it was ruining her view. I was just drunk enough so that it didn’t bother me, but Stan looked a little sheepish. He was trying very hard not to look at Rose, who was flashing a lot of boob every time she moved.
We hadn’t been in the tub ten minutes when Rose said she needed a refill on her drink. I offered to get it for her, but she said she would do it herself. With that she slowly stood up and got out of the tub. Stan could not fail to get an eyeful of Rose’s tits, her shaved pussy and her ass.
When Rose came back with her drink she took her sweet time getting in the tub and taking her seat. God, she looked good enough to eat, and my cock was as hard as stone under the swirling water. Rose knew the effect she had on me, and knew I would have a hard-on. It was a pretty good bet that Stan did too.
As Rose sat down again, she reached over and felt my dick, and we both groaned. I think Stan was a little embarrassed, and at this point he said he had to take a leak. As he stood up in the tub it was obvious that he was trying to hide his cock. He was just a little unsteady, and as he climbed out of the tub he started to fall. I reached up to grab him so that he wouldn’t tumble onto the concrete. What happened next must have looked like a slapstick comedy scene. Between my pulling at his arm and him desperately attempting to remain upright, he toppled over, landing with his face smashed against Rose’s chest and one hand clutching at her crotch, while his semi-hard cock was mashed against my face. Luckily the water had softened his landing, so no one was hurt. For a long moment we were all too stunned to move.
After a short hesitation Stan hastened to remove his hand from Rose’s crotch and his face from her chest. I don’t know whether he had chosen the lesser of two evils, or if he wasn’t aware of exactly where his dick had come to rest, but when he moved his upper body the shaft of his now quite hard cock was plastered right across my lips. I’m very quick with the wisecracks, sometimes to my regret, and now as I opened my mouth to make some smart remark, that cock popped right into it. He pulled it away in an instant, but we all knew where it had been.
Stan and I were mortified, but Rose was quick to say, “Well, I guess you’ll have to wait until it goes soft before you can pee now. Next time don’t try so hard to hide it.” We all started to laugh, and she added, “Boy I wish I had a video camera. That was beautiful!”
When he recovered, Stan finally climbed out to go pee. He was less shy this time, and his cock was in plain view as he got out of the tub. As soon as Rose and I were alone, she scooted against me and gave me one very passionate kiss while rubbing my cock. My wife has the sexiest tongue imaginable, and in a flash I was hard. It was a good thing Stan came back quickly, or I would have come right then.
Once Stan was settled back into his seat, Rose wasted no time in reminding us where his cock had been. She remarked that almost all the porn videos we had ever seen had featured two girls going at it, but there never seemed to be any two-guy action. I replied that two girls together was a beautiful and sexy sight, but two guys would not be a turn-on at all. “That’s what you think,” Rose said. “It was so exciting when Stan’s cock slipped into your mouth that I almost came.” Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it into her cunt, saying, “See, I’m still wet.”
Stan groaned out loud. It was obvious that he was in an advanced state of horniness, and so was I, but I was unsure about where things were heading. Rose leaned ag
ainst me and stuck her magic tongue in my ear, and then asked if Stan and I were going to pay off our bets like men, or welsh like pussies. I told her I was ready to pay off any time, but that I didn’t think Stan had even been aware of what the bet was about.
“Hell,” Stan piped up. “I don’t care what it was about. At this point I’m ready for anything.”
Rose smiled triumphantly and immediately took charge. In a zombie-like state Stan and I followed her into the house and upstairs into our bedroom. Rose stretched out on the bed like a queen and told me to light some candles. Stan just stood there, his cock jutting upwards. Rose began rubbing her tits and pulling on her nipples as he watched her with open mouth. Then she told Stan to suck her tits, and me to eat her pussy. I wasted no time, quickly burying my face in Rose’s juicy crotch, while Stan feasted on her tits. Rose told Stan to bite her nipples hard, and when he did her first orgasm hit almost immediately.
Rose was still coming down from her climax as Stan and I switched places. Normally Rose has an aversion to her own juices and will not kiss me until my face has been wiped dry, but not that night. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me and licking her juices from my lips, panting, “God, I love you!” While we were kissing, Stan brought Rose to her second orgasm.
After that Rose remembered that she was supposed to be in charge, and said we’d better do what she told us if we knew what was good for us. She told us to lie on our backs side by side and stroke our cocks, but not to come. Like good slaves, we did exactly as our mistress commanded. But it was hard not to come, especially when Rose began sucking first my cock, and then Stan’s, though she was careful not to provide enough stimulation to bring us off.
Finally my wife mounted my cock, reminding me again that I’d better not come until she told me to. Stan was told to keep stroking his cock. Just as I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer, Rose climbed off my cock and slid up until she was astride my face. She swiveled around, and I ate her as she licked her juices from my cock. After a minute she shifted so that my tongue had easy access to her ass, and I licked that tight little hole, then fucked it with my tongue. Rose came again, and I could feel her anus spasm around my tongue.
Stan was still dutifully stroking his cock. Rose climbed off me and proceeded to repeat with Stan what she had just done with me, except that when she got into a 69 with him she told me to eat her ass and to push my tongue in deep. When I did that, she started screaming, saying that she was going to come again and wanted dick. Since I was in the best position, I knelt behind her and brought my cock to her pussy. She was so wet and open that I was balls-deep inside her with one stroke.
Rose’s fourth orgasm was so powerful that she slid from between us, and my cock popped out of her and landed right in Stan’s face. Stan had been so caught up in satisfying Rose’s insatiable lust that for a moment he didn’t notice, and kept licking at my cock as though it was her pussy. By the time he stopped, Rose had turned around and seen what was happening, and she now grabbed my cock and rubbed it across Stan’s lips, then pushed it into his mouth. Before I could react, she put her hands on the side of my face and gave me a blistering kiss, then gently coaxed me down toward Stan’s cock. In the flickering candlelight I could see that it was shiny with Rose’s saliva and purple with excitement. I groaned and slid my mouth over that cock, taking it in deep. Stan came in seconds.
I don’t know why, but for some reason I didn’t come right away. Rose told Stan to keep sucking until I came in his mouth, and she told me to keep sucking Stan’s dick till he was hard again. Stan was doing his best and his mouth felt great, but sometimes I can go for a long time without coming, and this was one of those times. Rose, however, was adamant that Stan taste my come, so to speed things up she got behind me and began to lick my ass. When her tongue penetrated my behind I almost came, but not quite.
Rose got off the bed then, and I heard her open the dresser drawer where we keep the vibrators and sex lube. The coolness of the lube felt good when Rose began rubbing it in my ass. I could feel her using her tongue, and then a finger, to loosen me up. I moaned when she began to push a slender vibrator into my ass. She slid it in deep, then pulled it back out. I felt her applying more lube, and then gasped as I realized that she was putting her large vibrator up there. Rose told me to relax, saying that this vibrator was no bigger than my cock, and that if she could take that, I ought to be able to take this. I did manage to take it, and when Rose turned it on, I swear I saw stars as I came in buckets. My orgasm triggered another from Stan. We swallowed each other’s jism, and when Rose removed the vibrator I rolled away from him with a satisfied sigh.
Rose kissed us both, and we cuddled for a couple of minutes. Then my wife said she wanted to come one more time. I slid down and started to eat her like a man possessed. She was stroking Stan’s semi-hard cock, trying to coax it fully erect again. I moved up to slide my cock inside her, but she had other ideas. She pushed me away and threw her leg over Stan. I began to caress her tits, back and ass as she rubbed his cock up and down her still wet cunt. She bent down to mash her tits against Stan’s chest, and I could see that his cock had stiffened further and was now sliding in and out of her. Rose looked back over her shoulder at me, at the same time reaching back to spread her cheeks. I knew what she wanted. I gave her ass a little lube, and I found no resistance as I sank my cock deep into that tight little hole and began to fuck her. In minutes we were all on the verge. Rose came first, and in the throes of her explosive orgasm she cried out, “I’ll always take the double or nothing!”—B.Y., San Jose, California
WHEN HE ASKED HIS WIFE TO BE A SLUT, HE MAY HAVE GOT MORE THAN HE BARGAINED FOR
Not long ago I caught David, my husband of eleven years, cheating on me with one of his office workers.
David and I met in college and married shortly after our graduation. My husband has a high-level position in a company that manages large construction projects all over the world. Recently he was appointed project manager for a huge development in Georgia.
Because of David’s position in the company, I have been used to dressing and conducting myself as a very proper executive’s wife. We enjoy a high standard of living, and are frequently required to entertain large parties, as well as to attend company functions. The project in Georgia is owned by a large Japanese holding company, which meant David had to travel to Japan on several occasions. After I discovered him cheating on me, he took me along with him on one of those trips as a peace offering. It was there that I got up the nerve to ask him just why he had been so attracted to another woman.
I don’t wish to sound immodest, but I knew that I was far above average in the looks department, and I worked continuously to keep my body in shape. I was certainly no prude in bed, and David and I had never had any sexual problems. David admitted all this. He said he’d had no romantic feelings for this woman; it was all based on her raw sex appeal. She had dressed in very revealing outfits, always with stockings and heels, had worn lots of makeup, dyed her hair and generally appeared as a complete slut in public, as well as acting like one in bed. David had simply been carried away by her erotic appearance and conduct. But he assured me that he loved and cherished me, and was proud of my beauty and my conduct. When he begged for my forgiveness, I melted between his legs and gave him the best oral sex I possibly could. We returned to Georgia a stronger, more loving couple, with David’s cheating supposedly behind us.
Shortly thereafter David had to make a quick trip back to the home office, where he again spent the night with his slut girlfriend. When he returned, guilt got the better of him and he confessed, sparing no details. I was crushed, but also very mad. I loved David so much that I was willing to do whatever it took to keep him to myself. In desperation, I asked him if he wanted me to act like his slut girlfriend—to start wearing revealing outfits, change my hair color and generally act like a whore. I couldn’t believe my ears when David looked at me more intently than he ever had before and replied, “Yes.”
Shocked and surprised, I asked him just what he wanted me to do. I told him I would do whatever he wanted, wear whatever he wanted, be whatever he wanted. “Good,” David responded. “Let’s start tonight. I’ll take you shopping at Victoria’s Secret. I’ll rent a hotel room for us in town. I want us to have an after-dinner drink at a hotel bar tonight, with you in a sheer white blouse without a bra, a very short red skirt, no panties, red-tinted sheer thigh-high stockings, red high heels and more makeup than you have ever worn before.”
David sent me into Victoria’s Secret alone. I was so nervous that I was shaking, and more excited than I had ever been. I bought everything David had instructed me to wear. When I was dressed and made up, I barely recognized myself. My breasts were clearly visible through the sheer blouse. I undid the top three buttons to show as much cleavage as possible. This was to be my first night as David’s slut wife.
David was waiting for me at a table in the hotel bar. As soon as I sat down my short skirt rose above the tops of my stockings. I opened my legs so David could see I was not wearing panties. He smiled and complimented me on my new look.
“Are you satisfied, David?” I asked him. “Am I now the slut you wanted? Or do you want me to open my legs further, and completely unbutton my blouse?”
“Get used to this, Carole,” David said. “Because I want you to dress like this all the time. And I want you to dye your hair blonde, and have it done in a very short and sexy cut.”
“How blonde and how short?” I asked him. My heart was beating hard and I was wet between the legs, strangely excited at my willingness to obey him.
“You choose the style,” he replied. “But I want it as blonde as you can get it.”
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