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My Wife: The Slut Ch. 02

by JohnWH625 12/10/11

(This story is a continuation of a pervious chapter, and to better understand the characters, it is suggested that you read Chapter 1; however, this chapter should be able to stand alone. This is a work of fiction.)

Chapter 2: The First Time

The week passed slowly with little talk of what had occurred the previous weekend. Last Saturday, I had decided to allow my wife to fulfill her fantasies of having sex with someone outside our marriage. Although our marriage of 12 years had its ups and downs, we were basically happy other than the fact that my wife revealed to me that she was sexually unsatisfied. After a long, and surprisingly horny talk, I came to the conclusion that my wife's happiness was more important to me than any misgivings I might have in allowing her to be adventurous.

Although the work week had been typical of every other week, things changed on Thursday night. When I came home from work, my wife told me she was planning on going out.

"Thursday night is 'Thick Thursday,' and I want to go out and see what the place is like."

I was a little surprised, but I played it off as if this is what I had expected from our initial conversation.

"Oh. Um...OK!"

"I'm not saying I think anything is going to happen," she said. "I just want to go there and see. Women get in free, and Thursdays are supposed to be for BBWs."

In my throat, my heart caught.

(She's actually going to go through with this. This is the moment of truth. If you have a problem with this, you need to tell her now that you changed your mind.)

"Do you think there will be a lot of people there?"

"I don't know," she said. "That's why I want to go there."

I nodded and continued to play with the kids while we watched TV.

At 8, I went upstairs, as usual, to put the kids to bed, and my wife followed me (not so usual). As I changed diapers and changed the kids into pajamas, I heard the shower turn on. A steady stream of butterflies went through my stomach at the thoughts of someone actually putting his cock inside my wife's very tight, very beautiful pussy. It was too late. The moment to back out of this had passed. If I told her now that I did not like the idea, I knew we would get into a huge fight: not something I was looking forward to.

20 minutes later, I was sitting on the end of the bed feeling sullen and wondering if this was the worst mistake I had ever made. Michelle was visibly excited as she toweled off her body and hair. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer (a drawer that has rarely been used in the last few years) and selected a lacey red teddy. She looked beautiful, and I immediately thought how lucky the guy would be that actually got to see it. As she smoothed it against her body, she looked at me.

"Are you sure you're OK with this?"

"Yes," I lied. "Go out, and have a good time."

She smiled the way a school girl smiles when she is getting ready for her first date. She picked her best looking red dress and adjusted the teddy under it.

"Are you planning on actually having sex tonight?" I asked.

"I don't know. We'll see what happens. I might not like the place at all. I heard that there are a lot of trannys there. I might get there and hate it and decide to leave."

"Can you call me and let me know if you do find someone just so I'll know?"

"No, honey. You can't take a cell phone in. It's a security thing. They don't want people taking pictures, so you have to leave your cell phone."

She continued to straighten herself out and fix her short brown hair so that it looked just mess-up enough.

"You smell nice," I said.

"Thanks, babe. Just in case I find someone, I don't want to get there and have them say, 'wow, you're hot, but you stink.'"

She stood in front of me, and I hugged her around her waist as I sat on the bed. She wiggled her tits on my face, and my hands immediately went to her ass. I began to knead her cheeks in my hands and raised my mouth to lick her long nipples through the sexy red dress.

She giggled, "That tickles. OK, now, stop. I gotta go."

I let my hands drop to my sides as she put on a comfortable, non-sexy pair of shoes and walked out the bedroom door and headed down the stairs.

I went to the landing at the top of the stairs and called to her. "Honey?!"

"Yea?"

"Have fun, OK? Make sure you use a condom."

She giggled. "Of course. I will be safe."

"I love you." I tried to give her my most sincere voice.

"I love you too." She called back to me. She grabbed her purse and a light jacket and headed out the door. She was gone.

I laid in bed for a few minutes wondering what kind of pussy I was. I just allowed my wife to go off and possibly fuck the hell out of some strange man. She would open herself up for another man's cock, and I let it happen. I tried to busy myself with work, but I couldn't concentrate. I read over the items on my Facebook wall and did not find anything interesting. As usual, my mind switched to porn. I dabbled with some of the regular videos I normally would watch, but nothing seemed to appeal to me, so I went to a category I had never gone to: HUGE COCKS.

I played the first video and I immediately began to picture my wife laying on her back as a man with an enormous cock began to pound into her. The woman on the screen was screaming, panting and gasping for her breath, and all I could think about was, "that's probably my wife right now." As I continued to watch, I began to feel my cock harden. It's not like this is out of the ordinary, most nights after I put the kids to bed, I will jack off and then fall asleep soon after. Tonight was different though. After 20 minutes of furiously trying to bring myself off, I stopped. I just could not make myself cum. I closed my computer and turned off the light and tried to fall asleep.

I lay in bed for the next 30 minutes wondering if Michelle would actually come home soon. I thought back to all the years we had spent together, and although our marriage had been rough the past few years, almost to the point of getting a divorce, I realized that I still did love her very much. I did not want to lose what I had. I thought about the kids and what would happen with them. I fell asleep with these last thoughts going through my mind.

The bed shifted several hours later as my wife crawled in next to me. Dreamily, I asked, "did you have a good time?"

"I did," she responded.

She laid in front of me on her side, and I wrapped my arm around her, spooning against her, my hand firmly placed on her breast.

"Ooo. Be careful. They are sore."

Sore? Why would my wife's tit be sore? Then I remembered.

"Well," I said imploringly. "How did it go?"

"I lost track of how many times I came."

"Really??? Wow...what happened?"

She began softly. "I showed up and there weren't too many people there, so I walked around for a little while just exploring. There were a lot of transvestites there, but very few men. And, the men who were there were not my type."

"What do you mean your type? You have a type?"

She pinched the back of my hand. "Yes, I have a type. I might be slutty, but I have standards. Anyway, I was about to make one last circle around the place when I saw this older black guy sitting on the bench. He smiled at me. I said 'hi' to him and he asked if I was having fun. I had to admit, I was disappointed in the way the night had gone, but I told him I was doing OK. He asked if I wanted to have a seat, so I sat next to him.

"He asked me why I was just doing 'OK.' I told him I had not found anyone interesting enough to play with. He said, 'I haven't found anyone either. I was really hoping to get a blowjob tonight.' I told him that I didn't give head. He asked me, 'well, what are you looking for then?' I told him I wanted someone to fuck my pussy. He gasped at how forward I was, but then...Oh, honey...then he unzipped his jeans and said, 'well, how's this look?' I actually startled myself. John, his cock must have been 8 ½ inches long and it was thick; just a little thicker than yours. So, I grabbed it and begin to stroke him. He was so hard."

I had been listening intently to her telling of this story and lightly kneading her right tit, and when she said she wrapped her hand around his cock, I felt a bolt of electricity move to my balls. I was almost instantly hard.

"So, what happened then?" I was beginning to knead her tit a little harder and she began to gyrate her hips slightly.

""He asked me if I thought it was nice. I told him that it was a very nice cock. I asked him if he had a condom, and he said he did, so I grabbed his hand and we went into one of the bedrooms. I helped him put the condom on. It almost didn't fit. I had to really work my hand hard to slip it on him. He asked me what my favorite position was, and I told him that I like it from behind, so I got up on the bed and stuck my ass up in the air. He got behind me and did not waste any time. He pushed it into me. I felt the head of his cock hit my cervix, and I thought I was going to pass out. I think I came first right then. So, he started moving in and out of me real slow. I swear I could feel every inch of him inside my pussy.

"After a few minutes, he started moving faster and he kept saying stuff like, 'oh girl, you are so tight. Oh god, you feel so good.' He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. I mean like really bang me good. My head was moving so fast. I think I came like five times. Every time I came, he would stop just for a few seconds, then he would go again."

I moved my hand to Michelle's pussy, and it was soaked. "He had his cock right here?"

"Yes," she hissed. "He had it so deep in me. After I came the fourth or fifth time, he pulled out and told me to lay on my side. He got behind me and lifted my leg up and slid his big cock back into my hole. He reached around me and started playing with my tit, then he moved his hand down and started rubbing my clit. He was fucking me so hard and fast, I thought for sure he was going to cum right then, and I would've been OK with that, but he didn't. He kept going. I came two more times with him behind me like that.

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