My Slut Wife

April 30, 2012 – 8:10 am

My wife looks like a slut. She has always looked that way as far as I know. She is only a little over five feet tall with big breasts. The kind that need a bra to hold them up and prevent undue wobbling. She is not really beautiful either. Her mouth and nose are a bit too big. Her large mouth adds to her sluttish look. She did not act like a slut when I first met her and then married her.

She became a slut over time with my help. I bought her clothes that showed off her body, half bras that push her tits up but leave the top of her breasts naked, blouses that are sheer enough to see through or are very low cut to show off her tits. Short skirts either tight around her ass or pleated like a cheer leaders, and very high heels. The clothes helped her slip into the role, I think. She likes the attention that she gets when she wears them, and I encourage it. Men often gawk at her or whistle or just follow her around a room with their eyes.

She got into teasing on her own. The clothes made it easy, and I never objected. I liked it, seeing her getting so much attention. The men practically drooling over her. She keeps her pussy shaved now and wears very sheer panties. She likes the guys to have something “nice to see” when she crosses her legs or bends over. She buys the sexy clothes for herself now and she doesn’t always wear a bra when we go out in the evening now. She has stopped wearing panties as well. She likes to “flash the guys once in while” she says. She likes to point out men who have erections to me after she has given them a “quick look.” She giggles, and I enjoy being the man by her side.

It went beyond just a quick flash and sexy clothes in a rather banal way. She had ordered some groceries from a local store and asked for them to be delivered. When the young man came to the door with the brown paper bags full of food, she discovered that she had no money for a tip. She could have told him that she would give him a very good tip the next time or that he should stop by after I got home from work to get his money. She didn’t do either of those things. She offered the kid a blow job. Being a red blooded young male, he readily agreed. She got down on her knees, opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and started to suck. He did not last long and blew his wad into her mouth within 20 seconds, she told me later that night. I asked if she had swallowed his cum, and she said that she had because it would not be polite to spit it out. She saw that her story got me really hot, and we had the best sex we had had in years. From that night on our lives really changed. My slut wife was on the prowl, and I helped.

The following Saturday she asked me to go to the store to pick up a couple of things. I suggested that she call and have them delivered. This brought a smile to her face.

“Really?” she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yes. I want to watch.” I said.

She smiled and said, “Oh my.”

“As if you didn’t know.” I said. She smiled and took my hand and pushed it up under her skirt, onto her naked pussy. It was wet, slippery and wet.

“It makes me hot thinking about it, you know,” she said. “I feel so naughty.”

I slipped two fingers into her wet hole and said, “My slut.”

“Yes.” she said. “Your slut.” She squeezed her legs together trapping my hand and my two fingers in her pussy. “What do you want your slut to do?” she asked.

I smiled. “Just a blow job, but make it good. Let him shoot some cum onto your face. I want to see you collect it with a finger and then suck it into your mouth.”

“Okay,” she said, like it was the normal thing to do. She released her leg lock on my hand and grabbed the phone.

The delivery guy looked disappointed when I answered the door. He looked about twenty, a college kid. I told him to take the stuff into the kitchen. “My wife will take care of you,” I said. He just nodded and went into the kitchen.

“I’ll be in the garage, honey.” I yelled into the kitchen as I positioned myself to watch through the crack of the door.

My wife told him to put the bags on the kitchen table. She smiled at him. “Would you like a tip or shall I suck your cock again?”

The delivery boy gulped and said, “Please suck my cock, ma’am.” My wife unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and pulled his pants down to his ankles as she lowered herself to her knees. She had positioned him so that I had a view from the side. His hard cock was bulging in his underpants. She pulled them down in one quick motion, and his stiff cock waved back and forth in the breeze.

She grabbed his cock in her right hand and started to lick it like an ice cream cone. The kid groaned. My wife squeezed his cock hard to keep him from cumming immediately. She took the tip in her mouth and smiled up at him. The kid’s eyes were closed as he savored the sensations of my wife’s tongue running along the underside of his cock. His cock disappeared into my wife’s wide mouth, and she moved her head up and down in a slow face fuck. The kid put his hand on top of her head and pushed her head down so that his cock was in her mouth up to the hilt.

My wife pulled her head off his prick and said, “How’s that, sweetie?” She was looking at me when she said it.

“Oh, geeze. Great!” he whispered. His cock disappeared into her mouth again. She pulled back again.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum, baby. I want to be ready,” she said. He just nodded. Her head went down again. I could see her tongue working as his hard dick slid in and out of her mouth.

“I’m going to cum.” he said. My wife pulled off him and grabbed his cock hard behind the head, locking the sperm in his cock. She gave me a quick look before she released it and let the first spurt hit her face just under the left eye. She stuffed his cock back into her mouth, and I saw her swallow several times as the kid continued to shoot wads of cum into her mouth.

After he had finished coming and she had sucked him dry, she turned her face in my direction a scraped a large wad of sperm off her face onto her index finger. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked the cum from it. She smiled at the kid and said, “All done, sweetie.” He began pulling up his pants while I retreated to the den so he would not see me as he left.

She was in the living room when I came out of the den. “He had a really big load,” she giggled.

“I’ve got a big load myself,” I said.

My wife got down on her knees. “I’ll take care of it for you. Okay?” She had a big grin on her face. I unzipped and pulled out my hard-on. “Thanks.” she said as she took it into her mouth. I was not sure if she was thanking me for my cock or his.

She really worked her tongue on the underside of my stiff dick, and I started to shoot my wad pretty quickly, just like a young kid. She took most of it in the mouth, but I pulled out for a shot on her face. Hit her on the nose. I did a bull’s eye.

The End

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