Slut WIfe  4.1/5 (29)

I have always been a jealous husband and the thought of my beautiful wife sleeping with someone else drove me crazy. Of course, she was faithful as far as I knew, but I knew the statistics – more than 50% of women cheat on their husband. Some of my guilt was due to my own transgressions of course. I had cheated on her a few times over the years – nothing serious, just the occasional one night stand, but as far as I was concerned, that didn’t really count.

I am an old school chauvinist even though I am only in my 40’s, and in my view it’s fine if the husband fucks other women as long as he is discreet. But a wife cheating on a husband is inexcusable.

So, I was surprised at my reaction one night, when we were out at a party and I saw her flirting with other guys. I saw this tall guy lean up to her and whisper something in her ear and she laughed and touched his arm. All very innocent, but I know her well and I knew that she liked him.

On the drive home, I asked her, “So what did you think of that party?”

“It was alright,” she replied.

I put a hand on her bare knee and edged it upwards. “I noticed you having a good time with that guy, what’s his name?”

“Who?”

“Don’t act all innocent, you know who I’m talking about, that tall guy.”

“Oh you mean Brad? Don’t be silly, he’s harmless.”

“Then why,” I asked pulling her panties to the side and thrusting a finger into her cunt, while not taking my eyes off the road, “is your cunt wet?”

“Sam!” she gasped. “What is the matter with you? Take your hand off!” She pulled my hand away and I didn’t resist, because the exit was just coming up.

Later that night, I had her wear a red silk teddy and fucked her hard.

“You ever think about fucking anyone else?” I asked as I pounded into her.

“No never,” she replied, her eyes closed.

“You are thinking about Brad’s cock in your cunt right now, aren’t you my sweet slut?”

“No, how can you say such a thing?” she replied, even as I thrust into her.

I came inside her and then as she lay in the crook of my arm, I said, “I think of you with one guy, no actually 2 guys fucking you while I watch. You are sucking one guy off and the other guy is pounding into you, fucking you from the back and you are moaning like a slut in heat.”

She gasped and spread her legs wider. I put one, then 2 fingers into her wet gaping pussy. “Look at you, you are all wet and horny just thinking about it, aren’t you my slut?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, but didn’t stop me from fucking her pussy with my fingers.

I had an idea. I stood up and looked around in the desk until I found my camera.

She looked at me. “What are you doing?”

“Spread your legs, we are going to take some pictures.”

“No way,” she said, putting her legs together and covering her large juicy tits with her arms.

“Spread your legs. Now!” I shouted and pulled her arms to her side, and forced her legs apart.

She didn’t resist this time and for the next 20 minutes, she listened to my instructions as I took pictures. I made her lie down on her stomach and spread her pussy lips, on her back with a dildo in her cunt. I made her suck me while I took pictures, and then I lubed up the dildo and thrust it into her ass while fucking her from the back. That picture was difficult to take, but I finally managed to get that one done.

“You want to see them?” I asked.

“No, I am going to sleep,” she said.

“OK, these are going on the internet tomorrow.” I saw the look on her face. “Don’t worry, I will blur your face.”

The next day, I posted the pictures on a website for amateur porn. Titled “My Slut Wife” the pictures had a thousand hits in a few days and my inbox was flooded with emails of guys who wanted to thrust their hard dicks into my wife’s mouth, cunt , and ass.

“Check it out honey, you’re a hit with the guys,” I called out to her.

She looked over my shoulder and blushed as she saw the pictures of the erect cocks, men of all sizes and colors – black, and brown, and white. Some with larger cocks than my own modest 6 inch one and some with smaller.

“Wouldn’t you like to fuck these guys?” I asked. As was her habit, she didn’t say anything and I took her by the hand to the bedroom to give her a good fucking.

A few weeks later, we went to a seaside resort. We did this every year, but this year was going to be different. I could feel the tension in the air as I told her what I wanted her to pack.

“Make sure you get that skimpy bikini and all your sluttiest lingerie and clothes. We are going to party!”

We got there in the evening and by 9 that night – it was a Friday – we were read to hit the clubs.

“What should I wear?” she asked.

I picked out black stilettos, a short skirt, a white clingy top. She was wearing lacy panties and a bra that showcases her breasts to perfection.

Once she was ready, I took a few photographs of her. “Turn around, and lift your skirt up, show me that ass, very good. Now sit down here for a second, and spread your legs. Show me your cunt, that’s it, part your pussy lips for the camera. Beautiful.”

The music in the nightclub was the usual thumping loud bass that always reminds me of fucking. But then, most things remind me of fucking. We found a table near the dance floor and I went to get the drinks. When I came back, she was laughing and talking with 2 guys – a blonde guy and a black guy, both in their 20’s, buff and handsome.

“What’s up guys? I see you’ve met my pretty wife.” I shook their hands, and they introduced themselves.

“Don,” the white guy said. “Armando,” the black guy introduced himself.

“Hey man, do you mind if I ask your beautiful wife to dance?” Armando asked.

“Be my guest,” I replied.

He extended his hand to hers and she looked at me. I nodded and she took his hand with a smile.

Don and I watched as Armando expertly danced with my wife. Salsa music came on and Armando spun and twirled my wife with expertise.

“Wow, he’s good,” I said.

“Yeah he’s smooth. Most women want to fuck him by the time he’s done with the dancing.”

By the look of it, my wife wanted to feel his cock inside her. A flush had come over her and she was grinding her hips against his strong thigns with a bit more vigor than seemed necessary.

“Why don’t you join them?” I told Don.

“You’re sure man? I mean I get kind of crazy on the dance floor.”

“She’s an adult. If it’s fine with her, it;s fine with me.”

He smiled and headed to the dance floor.

I got myself another drink and watched the show. She was now dancing with both of them, sandwiched between them like a slut. Don was was holding her from the back and Armando was dancing in front of her, and then they would switch positions. They had their hands on her hips, and once or twice I thought I saw her hands brush their crotches.

The dance floor was a bit empty and I saw several people staring at the threesome.

I had a raging hardon. It was time.

I walked to the dance floor and shouted over the music. “Come on, let;s go back to the hotel.”

I got into the car and my wife was about to sit in front, when I stopped her. “No get into the back with the guys. You sit in between them. Give them company.”

I adjusted the rear view mirror so i could see them. her skirt was riding up and the guys each had an arm around her.

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