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Z's First Time As A Slutwife

12/28/2002

Z’s First Time
By Larson
Z and I had been married for about three years and we had sort
of stumbled onto the fact that talking about having other
men fuck her was a big turn-on for both of us in bed. She had
done some flashing for strangers at my request, and a little
more on a few occasions, letting someone we didn't know
touch her, even put their fingers inside her, but then we
found that it was fun to consider, even edge up to, doing
it with people we knew. It started with her being obviously
aroused and us having a great session in bed after we had
been out with other couples where there was a little friendly
flirting going on. It was always the playful kind of thing
you do among friends, not serious, but real, if you know
what I mean. One night while I was fucking her I mentioned
that Tom had been coming on to her a little more than usual.
She surprised me by saying what I was thinking, "I know.
I think he really does want to fuck me." I was instantly hot,
and followed on with, "Would you want to do it?" but she wiggled
off the hook with, "He really wants it and that's flattering."
But I was nearly ready to explode now with the thought of
her opening up her legs for Tom, so I pressed on with, "You
do want to do it don't you?"
"Would you want me to?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I want to." And she came as hard as she ever had, and
I was about three strokes behind, pumping a huge load into
her. As soon as we had caught our breath and I had rolled off
her and spooned her, she pulled the plug, "It was just a fantasy,
you know."
"You came pretty hard for it, though." She didn't say anything.

And that was it for a couple of weeks, but I couldn't get it
out of my mind. Every time we fucked I thought of it but didn't
want to bring it up because I didn't know what her reaction
would be.
A couple of months later we were again out with the same group,
and once again, Tom's attentions were a little more than
the usual casual flirting. And I noticed that Z was allowing
a little more of it, being a little more explicit in her (still
casual) replies. But about half way through the evening
I caught her looking over at me, and then glancing away.
And again she did it a few minutes later, and this time I thought
she looked a little flushed, like she does when she's hot
for sex. Tom asked her to dance, no big thing in this group,
and they were gone for three dances. I caught glimpses of
them on the floor, and there was nothing out of the ordinary
that was obvious, but maybe his hands were on her waist a
half a second too long and a couple of inches too high, on
some of the turns. I thought he might have brushed her tits
once or twice. No big deal; we were all friends. But when
she got back to the table I saw the unmistakable signs of
arousal, slightly reddened cheeks, flushed chest above
the top of her blouse, a little more laughter than usual,
and a couple of furtive sidelong glances at me.
That was it. We went home and got into bed. It was very late,
later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM before we turned out the
light, and usually she fades after 1:00 AM, so I'm used to
having her fall asleep without sex, even after being at
a club, if we're out that long, so I just snuggled her. After
a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of shook,
a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said,
"Aren't you interested tonight?"
Of course I was, and immediately slid down and spread her
legs to lick her opening, her favorite beginning, and I
was shocked at how wet she was, how good her cunt smelled
with all her juices running, how slippery it was as I put
my fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking
than usual, and a little noisier about it. I knew that her
heightened state of arousal was due at least in part to the
time dancing and flirting with Tom, of course, but instead
of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused.
I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the
opening of her vagina and rubbed her clitoris with it. She
moaned, tossed her head to the side and back, eyes closed,
and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees
and holding herself open.
"You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my
member on her gaping opening, so wet I could feel it running
down her legs and into her anus.
"Yes." Her head tossed again side to side and she humped
up a little trying to invaginate herself. "Put it in."
"Not yet." She tossed her head again and exhaled hard, bucking
her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled back and she
shook a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside
of my shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia
and along her clitoris.
"Oh, God." It was involuntary. She wanted it in -- she was
as hot as I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it, but I also
knew she was hot because of Tom as much as me. And that made
me both a little jealous and horribly aroused; it was a delicious
and confusing mixture of emotions
"You want it in you?" I asked again.
"Yes, put it in, " she said, a little more insistently.
I poised the tip of my cock right at her opening, and she made
a little moan and lifted her hips, almost imperceptibly,
to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle and instead
of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her slippery
parted lips and over her clitoris. She groaned, half in
desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary
shudder.
"I'll put it in if you'll answer one question for me completely
honestly. OK?"
"OK. What?"
"You have to answer without thinking about it. If you hesitate
for an instant we're done for the night and you don't get
to cum." As if I could have done that -- I was about to shoot
my load as it was. But she was over the edge by now. "You agree?"

"Yes. What is it? Put it in."
"You ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock on her hole again,
holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up
and swallow it, but this time I let just half of the crown
separate her labia and rocked her just a little by letting
her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate, but backing
off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to
control her body.
"Yes. Fuck me."
"Ready for your question?"
"Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an
answer, it was a plea.
"Answer instantly?"
"Yeees."
"You want to be fucked now?"
"Yeees!"
"You want a cock in you?"
"Yeees!"
"You want Tom's cock in you?"
"Yeees!"
I wasn't sure she had heard the question. I put the tip against
her vaginal opening and again tipped it so the stroke was
external, sliding it along her sopping slit. She bucked
and writhed in obvious frustration and desire.
"You said you'd put it in."
"You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Do you?"
"Yes."
"Will you?"
"If you want me to."
"I do. Will you do it?"
"Yes, I'll do it."
"When?"
"Whenever you want me to."
And with that I gave her the whole shaft of my cock in one stroke,
all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She rose up to take it
with a tremulous moan, relief mixed with desire. I pounded
her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming
her cunt up to meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to
give me maximum penetration. "I'm going to ask him to fuck
you tomorrow, and I'm going to watch you do it. You'll be
a good slut and spread yourself wide open for him, won't
you?"
"Yes!"
"No hesitation -- when I tell you to open yourself for it
you give him the whole thing instantly, look him in the eye
and show him wet pink -- no being coy. Take his cock inside
your cunt and let him fuck you. Do a good job."
"I will." She was bucking and thrusting, thrashing and
tossing.
"And you'll cum for him, won't you?"
"Yeees!" And with that she heaved her hips up and exploded
in a huge orgasm. In reply to her thrust, my cock unloaded
inside her with the biggest stream I had ever spent, pulsing
over and over as my semen shot into her womb.
When it was over, as I cuddled her, I whispered to her, "I'm
going to do it, you know, make you fuck Tom. You want to and
we both know it. And I want to see you do it. Are you going to
do it when I tell you to?"
"If you want me to."
"I do."
"OK, I will." They were her last words as she fell asleep.

The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening
I broached it again, saying, "You ready for the thing with
Tom tonight?
"Are you sure you really want this? It's a nice fantasy,
but I'm not sure I would really like it. Or that you would."
I found myself really disappointed and frustrated, realizing
now how much I wanted to see another man fuck her.
"OK, " I replied. "We'll see then." I didn't want to press
too hard because I didn't want to scare her off, but I really
craved the kind of sexual passion she had displayed the
previous night and I was determined to see it happen.
That night we were going out again, to dinner and a jazz club.
And I knew I would try to make her do it.
On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again. “You were
sure hot for it last night while we were fucking.”
“It was nice.” That was an understatement; we had both had
the biggest orgasms of our time together – of our lives –
in a hot session after the night out with the group, after
her dancing with Tom, after our fantasy about letting Tom
fuck her.
She didn’t look at me as the car moved through traffic, but
just stared out the window. She shifted her legs, crossing
her left over her right and tugging down on her skirt. She
had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse, rather than in
the blue jeans and shirt we usually wore to these get-togethers
with the group. I had also noticed that she had put on a camisole
instead of a bra, and it showed, since you could see the outline
of her nipples slightly under the silk blouse, and her breasts
jiggled just a little. She wasn’t very big – 34B – but she
had nice tits and it was nice to see them move under her blouse.
And both the camisole and the blouse were a little loose
at the top – if she leaned forward you could see all the way
to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for
her, that they were erect, and not because of the cold.
I had also seen her put on her garter belt and stockings instead
of panty hose, something she did for me when we were going
to have a hot night, and had put on her loose-fitting tap
pants over that instead of underpants under her skirt.
She wasn’t acting like she was hot for me right now, though,
not talking, determinedly looking out the window. She
had on heels too. She was a drop-dead knockout, dressed
to the nines and cock bait for sure, not slutty, but definitely
looking on the make.
“Tom will be there again tonight, ” I offered, trying to
steer the conversation toward what I was hoping for, or
else learning unambiguously that it wasn’t going to happen
tonight – either way I’d know how to act. No answer. But I
could see her nipples were still hard. I let it go.
When we got there about ten of the usual group were there,
and they waved us over to the tables they had. The band was
just setting up and we sat down to order drinks. Tom was across
the table from us, one person to Z’s right. I was on Z’s left.
She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with
one of the women across from me. She ignored Tom entirely.
Too much, I thought; she was trying too hard. My first sign
that she might go for it. The band started to warm up.
It took a while, but after a couple of drinks, a little over
an hour, and there was a break in the set and conversation
picked up. Z still didn’t talk to Tom, or even look over there.
A couple of the women got up to go to the bathroom and Z got
up to go with them. Two of the guys went for drinks for everybody,
and Bill and his wife went to call the baby-sitter. Tom and
I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was going
to do. “Do you like Z?” I asked him.
“Of course. She’s great. A lot of fun.”
“That’s not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does
she do anything for you?” Tom rocked back a little in his
chair.
“Yeah, she’s a knockout. You know that. Classy lady.” He
looked right at me. Wanted to make it look like he’d never
had an impure thought about her; too deliberate. He wanted
her.
“You should see her in bed, ” I offered.
“I bet, ” he laughed, and then thought better of it: “Although
we won’t go there!” The laugh was supposed to be casual,
but it was a little too forced.
“Why not?” I asked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought
of having Z in bed.”
“Whoa! Not me. Not something I think about, ” but he had
flushed a little.
“I doubt if that’s true, and I’m not sure I’d be happy about
it if it were. You telling me you’ve never thought about
fucking Z?”
Tom rocked back in his chair, clearly flustered now. “Well,
in the theoretical, fantasy way, sure, I guess so. No offense,
of course, and I’d never hit on her, but, sure, she’s a looker,
and smart and funny and interesting; I’ve daydreamed it.”
I smiled at him. Didn’t want to spook him. I picked up my beer
and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. “To liking
Z!” and laughed.
He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and
answer, “To Z.”
“How about we make it something other than a daydream?”
I said as we put our glasses down; I could just barely back
out now if I laughed, if I made it a joke. I looked up at Tom
and held the gaze.
He slammed back in his chair this time. “What are you talking
about? I’d never do that. No way!”
“Z wants to let you fuck her.” Now it was out; no matter what
happened next I had said it to Tom. He sat there with a stunned
and dumbfounded look on his face, mouth open, but he didn’t
say anything, couldn’t say anything. “I know you want to
fuck her. She wants to let you. We talked about it last night.
She will let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to
do it. Really. And I want to watch.”
Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock. I saw
the guys coming back from getting the drinks, and the couple
with the baby-sitter was on the move. Before everyone reached
the table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something
to create the next step. “Stick around late with us tonight.
No pressure. No commitments. I don’t even know if she’ll
do it when it’s for real instead of a hot fantasy, but it won’t
hurt you any. If you stay, you may get to fuck Z. And I certainly
won’t mind.” And with that I got up to go to the bathroom,
just as people started sitting down at the table. The women
weren’t back yet.
I went into the stall in the bathroom, even though I just
had to piss. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my
pants, and I adjusted it so it didn’t pull and bind. I was
so hot handling it made me realize how close to cumming I
was and I thought about jerking myself off right there,
but didn’t; there might be more tonight. While I was in there
I took out a business card from my wallet and wrote a note
on the back of it to Z: “I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you.
I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants
to. He’ll stay late with us. Let’s do it. We both want it.”
When I got back to the table the women had returned. Tom was
still in shock, but had recovered enough to be in the conversation.
And Z was talking to him -- small talk, nothing overt. Tom
was nervous, I could tell. He looked up at me as I approached
the table and then glanced over at Z, then realized what
he had done and turned away and looked down, then up at me
quickly. I just smiled and nodded. As I sat down next to Z
I kissed her on the neck from behind, and after I had pulled
my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought
it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers and pressed
the business card with my note, which I had in my other hand,
into her hand gently and closed her fingers over it. I held
her hand for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered
in her ear, “I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when
you can.” She looked over at me, not quite knowing whether
or not to believe me, probably both mad at the thought I might
have done it and excited by the hope I had. She glanced down,
then up. She took her hand away and looked the other way.
I caught her glancing up at Tom, maybe looking for some clue
as to whether or not it was true. Then down again. A few minutes
later she excused herself and wandered back toward the
ladies room; I knew she had gone to be able to read the note.

Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said
in his direction, out loud, “We’ll know soon.” Tom flushed.
Everyone else looked at me, then at him. I nodded toward
the band, which was about to play again. “Whether they’re
really any good.” People went back to their conversations,
but a couple glanced at Tom as they did. Z came back to the
table.
She leaned in to whisper to me, “Did you really do this?”
She sounded mad, but there was no way out now. I didn’t answer,
but nodded over at Tom. Z turned to look at him, and his eyes
were on us. He flushed visibly. Z turned back to me, again
whispering, “You sure you want this?” I nodded.
Z turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an
animated conversation with Tom. I couldn’t tell what she
was thinking. She had seemed to be mad all evening, but as
it wore on it appeared that she was having a good time again.
Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple
excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three
of us. Tom was still here; he was going to do it. If Z would.
There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to
our other friends and watched them walk out the door. We
all turned back to the table. Z looked down, Tom at Z. “I think
we all know what’s going on here, ” I offered. I’ve talked
to you both about this and know you both want it. I’m the only
one who could object, and I don’t. I want it as much as you
do.” No reply from either of them, but now they both knew
it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking,
and they both knew that what I had said about each of them
wanting it was true. “How about we head back to our house
and do this?” I asked.
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”Are you sure you want this to happen?” Z asked, turning
to me.
“We really don’t need to do this, guys. I’d love to, of course,
but I won’t ever say anything if either of you wants to call
this off, ” Tom volunteered. He was talking to me though.
“Z, if you don’t like this idea I’m outta here; no harm done.”
“Be quiet, Tom, ” Z ordered, shooting him a look. “Larson
was telling the truth -- I said I wanted to, and I do, but I
don’t want to lose my marriage over it.”
“Guys, we all three know that now that it’s out in the open
you’re going to fuck each other. You probably would have
anyway, and now it’s certain. You can’t both know the other
is willing and not do it. If you do it behind my back it’s bound
to be destructive. If you do it this way I’m in on it. It’s
hot. I want you to do it, and I want to see it.”
Z looked up at Tom. “Let’s go if you’re interested.’ Tom
nodded. We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.

As I was holding the door for Z I shouted over at Tom, “See
you at our house in a few minutes.” I closed the door and walked
around, got in, and started the car.
“It’s called cuckolding, ” Z said. I had heard of cuckolding
– read it in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in college. I remembered
it being vaguely exciting even then.
”If we do this you’ll be a cuckold for the rest of your life, ”
Z continued. “Another man will have fucked me, will have
fucked your wife.”
“I know, ” I answered. “I can’t believe I want this, but
it’s amazingly hot and I do. If you do. I don’t want to lose
my wife over it either. I want it if you want to do it, and if
it won’t ruin what we have.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek – it was the first
really affectionate thing she had done to me that whole
evening. “I said I’d do it for you, and I admit the idea is
very arousing. Tom wants to fuck me and that makes me hot
too. I’m going to do it, but you can call it off at any point
up until he’s inside me. After that, I’m going to do just
what we talked about last night, open up for him and be his
slut. And I’m going to cum for him, not for you. Do you understand?
If I do this, I’m his cunt until he’s done. You can stop it
if you chicken out.” I nodded, but I was pretty sure there
was no stopping it now. I wasn’t a cuckold yet, but I knew
I would be now, one way or the other, and I felt it between
my legs.
When we got to the house, Tom pulled up right behind us; we
all got out and went inside. “Anybody want a drink?” I asked.
“I don’t think that’s what we’re thinking about right now,
any of us, is it Tom?” Z answered. Tom shook his head. “Let’s
go upstairs to the bedroom.” We followed Z. She stood at
the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width
apart and faced us as Tom and I came into the room. “If you
want this to happen, Larson, maybe you better show both
me and Tom.” I looked at her not knowing quite what she meant,
but she nodded down toward her skirt and made a barely perceptible
thrust forward with her hips. I figured it out. I went over
to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem of her skirt
in both hands. I glanced up at her, looking for confirmation
that I had understood her, and she cocked her head as if to
say, “Well?” and then she looked at Tom. I looked over my
shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock bulging in
his pants. I stood up and took Z’s skirt with me, raising
it over her hips in one movement; she took the gathered material
from me in her hands, still on her hips. Her nostrils flared,
and her throat and the part of her chest that was visible
reddened. She spread her legs a few inches more and her hips
were now pushed out in a provocative pose. We stood there
for what seemed like forever, but must have been only a couple
of seconds. I put my hand on her left nipple and pinched it
a little through her blouse and camisole. She exhaled sharply
but kept her gaze steadily on Tom. “Let him do it if you want
him to, ” she said. I beckoned to Tom and he stepped forward
and felt her tits through the material.
It was electric! I had just watched another man feel my wife
up. In front of me. At her invitation. My cock was ready to
explode. Now Z turned her head and looked right at me. “If
this is what you want, ask him to put his fingers up inside
me and do this. I’m doing my part.” She was. She was doing
what I had asked for and it was up to me now, and Tom, to do the
rest. Tom didn’t need to be asked again. He squatted down
in front of Z and in one motion his hand was up the leg of her
tap pants. I could hear the liquid sound as his fingers entered
her vaginal opening. “Ohhhh, ” she moaned softly. It had
started. Z was doing it. Tom was going to do it. I was going
to be a cuckold.
Tom fingered her vagina softly, his fingers making a light
sliding sound as they went in and out of her parted labia.
Z moved her feet a little further apart and squatted a bit
to give him better access. Now she was thrusting her hips
forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him
penetrate her. Her head went down on her chest and she let
out a low moan, rocking with each gentle movement he made.
Tom took has fingers out of her and smelled them, sniffing
her scent into his nostrils. Z took the time of interruption
of his ministrations to her cunt to reach down and strip
off her blouse and camisole in one motion. She was standing
in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her nipples
erect. Tom looked up at them and that was enough for him to
take her red silk tap pants and pull them down over her hips
to the floor. Z stepped out of them. She was nude now except
for her red garter belt and black stocking and heels, hips
thrust forward, pussy dripping down her inner thighs,
the picture of everyone’s favorite kinky pose. She looked
over at me, “This what you want?” she asked. She didn’t wait
for me to nod my assent because Tom had stood up and had taken
her in his arms and was kissing her. She responded by opening
her mouth for his tongue, giving him hers, arching her back.

Tom fondled her tit as he frenched her deeply, pinching
her nipple, and it evoked the response I was used to, the
soft moan, the open acceptance. In a minute Tom reached
down and unbuckled his pants. Z sensed it and dropped down
on one knee, finished the job and wasted no time in hauling
down his pants and underwear as Tom kicked off his shoes.
His cock sprang out in front at full mast. He was about as
big as me, and as hard as I was at that moment. She looked up
at me from her vantage point down by his penis, and held my
gaze as she took his member in her mouth as far as it would
go. She didn’t ask this time, and there was no teasing, just
as she had promised. She sucked him for a minute, but it must
have been too much for Tom, because he reached down, took
her under the arm and raised her to her feet, and maneuvered
her back to the bed, where he pushed her gently down on her
back. She scooted to the middle and without any prompting,
opened her legs wide, putting her arms over the inside of
her knees and pulling herself open. Her sex gaped open,
pink and sopping wet. Not just her labia were visible, but
an open hole exposing the inside of her vagina. She had done
just what I had asked, and now my wife was displayed wide
open and willing in front of another man. I didn’t know who
was more aroused among the three of us, but it would have
been hard to be hotter than I was at that moment. I reached
in my pocket and took out one of the condoms I had bought earlier
that day in case this happened, and handed it to Tom. My fantasy
was about to come true.
Tom crawled up on the bed, positioning himself between
Z’s open legs and rolled the condom onto his engorged cock.
Z reached up and took it in both hands, and as Tom leaned forward
on his elbows she positioned it at her opening and rubbed
the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging
her clitoris, back and forth, stopping finally over the
gaping hole that was the entrance to her cavity. Slowly
she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the end of Tom’s
monstrous engine part her labia.
She froze in position, looking over at me now. “Is this what
you want? You’re not a cuckold yet; we can still quit. He’s
not inside me yet. We don’t have to do it in front of you. Tom
will understand.” She was breathless.
Tom groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip
on his cock, trying to encunt her so it would be done. I wasn’t
sure if he could stop. Or that he would – he was clearly strong
enough to force Z now. And I wasn’t sure at all that he would
understand if I said to stop. What’s more I knew his cock
would be inside her someday, if not in the next instant,
in the next week, the next month – they both knew they wanted
it, they both knew how good it was – they were practically
there. My wife was going to fuck another man, was going to
take Tom’s cock inside her cunt – it was just a matter of whether
I was going to be a cuckold now, and get to see it, or later,
when I might not, when, having taken them this far and then
chickened out, I might mess it up royally. I nodded. “Say
it!” she insisted. “Do you want him to fuck me? Do you want
to be a cuckold? Do you want Tom inside me? Do you want me to
be a slut?”
“Yes. I want that.”
“Well, this is what I want. If we’re going to do this he gets
me the same way you do!” Z exclaimed, eyes on me and blazing
with passion, and in one motion she took Tom’s condom by
the base and stripped it off his cock, and then she slammed
her hips upward driving his whole penis into her vagina
in a single stroke. As the shaft disappeared into her cunt
and I heard the wet slap of him bottoming out inside her,
she moaned as she looked up at Tom and panted, “Cum inside
me. Pump your load in me.” I was stunned, thrilled, aroused
beyond description to see my wife take another man’s cock
inside her most intimate place. Without a condom. Without
shame. And to ask him to flood her womb with his semen, to
make her his. I loved it.
Tom was in full rhythm now. He rode Z hard, each stroke full
length, all the way out until I could see the head of his cock,
all the way back inside Z’s cunt until I could hear the wet
slap of his balls against her sopping labia. My wife was
fucking another man, and from the sound of it she was loving
it. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust
of his cock, the sucking, slurping sounds of their coupling
as his penis slid in and out of her slippery hole filling
my ears together with Z’s moans and Tom’s grunts. And then
Tom stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Z, and Z rose
up to meet his climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and
tremulous acceptance of his explosion in her belly as he
shot his hot semen into her cunt, bathing her womb in his
sticky cum, making her his woman at the same time that her
vagina contracted, her clitoris throbbed, her guts ached
for the orgasm that, it was obvious to me, was even better
than any she had ever had with me.
They lay gasping on the bed for a minute, and then Tom raised
himself up, looked over at me, and exhaled, “God, what a
fuck you are, Z. I can’t believe it.” His semen poured out
of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful
sights I’d ever seen – another man had seeded my wife’s cunt.

“My pleasure, Tom, ” Z replied. “And Larson’s. Right,
Larson? Isn’t this what you wanted, what you asked me to
do?” She looked down between her legs and then up at me. “That’s
Tom’s semen in dripping out of me. Tom’s going to fuck me
more often than you do now; you know that, don’t you? You’re
just a cuckold now, and I need a real man to fuck me, so I’m
Tom’s now, OK?” It wasn’t exactly a question. “Tell him,
Larson.”
“Fuck her any time, Tom, any time. She’s yours.” It was true,
I knew. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending
otherwise.
“Come fuck me any time, Tom, and next time I’d like to feel
you in my ass. That was a bigger cum than any I’ve had with
Larson, and it was just my first with you inside me.” She
was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile.
Things had changed. Another man owned my wife sexually
now, and I was glad – for her, for him, for me. And Z was a slutwife,
another man’s to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her,
proud of what she had done for him, and what she had done to
me.
I still am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading
her legs for another man – the moment it’s real and not flirting
– and I’m very proud of the fact that she’s not coy about it,
ever – she goes right to “Wet pink with a hole in it, ” as she
describes it. I never get tired of the moment another man’s
cock slides into her, and there are a hundred ways for it
to happen, all good, and she’s had dozens since Tom. I love
the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis separates
her downy nether lips and plunges inside, the little gasp
she makes that signals she’s his now, thinking of his cock
in her, of cumming for him. And I never get over the awesome
simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm
as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift
her hips to milk his semen deep into her cunt or ass as he empties
his balls into my wife’s womb, shooting his hot load of cum
up insider her. There’s nothing like it in the world.

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Great story with fantastic detail. If Z still wants it,
I'd glady fuck her. I'd fuck her pussy, then her
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1/23/2007

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well if you are a true cuckhold then you had better start
getting down between her legs and eat the mans cum out of
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1/23/2007

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and you should lick her pussy clean everytime a man cums
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1/23/2007

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