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Asstr Slut Wife
I am a slut wife! I didn’t used to be
one. For the first fifteen years of our marriage I was totally faithful to my
husband. Not that I didn’t have chances to be unfaithful because I did - lots
of them - but I love my husband and couldn’t bring myself to cheat on him. So
how ironic is it that he turned me into a whore?
My husband is a regional sales manager
for a large electronics company here in Denver. One of his duties is to act as
host of the cocktail parties that take place at conventions, sales seminars,
etc. I usually attend these events with him and we always take a room at the
hotel where the event is held. In this day and age of DUI’s it just doesn’t
pay to take a chance on getting stopped driving home with the smell of alcohol
on your breath. I like to attend these events because even though I didn’t
cheat on my husband I did enjoy the attention I got from the out of town
businessmen and all the harmless flirting that went on. Just a little over two
years ago I was at one of those parties when I began to feel a little woozy. I
told my husband that I was going to go up to our room and lie down for a
while. By the time I got up to the room I had made up my mind that I was not
going to go back to the party so I undressed and went to bed. 
I don’t know how long I was there
before I heard the room door open, but it did seem like it was a little soon
for my husband to be coming up. He was usually the last one to leave and those
parties sometimes went until the early hours of the morning. I thought that
maybe he was just coming up to check on me until I heard him undressing. He
climbed into bed and soon I felt his mouth on my breast and then his tongue
teased my nipple. I was half-asleep and decided to just lay there and enjoy
the attention. Pretty soon his hand moved down between my legs and I spread
them wide to give him better access. He spent several minutes fingering my
pussy and I became hotter and hotter. When he moved over me and the head of
his cock split my pussy lips I was more than ready for him. I pulled my knees
back to my shoulders as he pushed home and I began to moan as he fucked me. 
I’m very vocal in bed so I was crooning, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes baby, fuck me,
fuck me hard.”
 After a couple of minutes of hard
fucking the voice of a man who was not my husband said, “God honey, you
are one hot fuck.” 
I opened my eyes and looked up into
the face of a man I’d never seen before. 
“Henry said I was going to love you,
that you were a magnificent piece of ass and he was right. Shove that pussy at
me honey.”
 I was confused. Henry was my
husband’s name. Did he send this guy up to fuck me? Why would he do that? 
Why would he even think that I would go along with something like that? The
only thing I knew at that point was there wasn’t any way I was going to get
this stranger to stop even if I wanted him to. In all honesty I was too far
gone to stop and I just kept humping back up at him and kept telling him to
fuck me harder. About two seconds before the man said, “I’m gonna cum sweetie,
I’m gonna cum”
I had a mind blowing orgasm and as the
man collapsed on top of me I was determined to have another one just like it. 
I rolled out from under the man and attacked his limp cock with my mouth. I
had no idea who he was or how he had ended up in my bed, but I was determined
to fuck his brains out before I let him get out of my room.
The man surprised me. I was sucking
his cock, determined to get him hard again, when he grabbed my hips and pulled
me over his face. He slid his tongue into my cum filled pussy and I almost
came again. I’d never had a man eat my pussy after cumming in it - not even
Henry had done that.
 I was bobbing up and down on the
man’s dick and I saw the door begin to open. I tensed up, fully expecting to
see Henry walk into the room, but instead of my husband I saw two more
strangers. They walked into the room as if they belonged there and started to
undress. By the time they were naked my unknown lover had rolled me onto my
back and was fucking me fast and furious. On of the new comers walked over to
the side of the bed nearest my head and pushed his cock at my mouth. At first
I was reluctant to open my mouth and take it, but then I realized that there
was no way I was going to fight off three guys, especially when one of them was
already buried bone deep in me. I opened my mouth and started sucking his
cock. 
For the next two hours the three of
them took turns on me. They did things to me that I’d never even heard of. I
wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but at one time all three of them had
their cocks in me. When they finally left I was close to exhaustion. I got
off the bed and I was headed for the shower to clean up before Henry got there
when I noticed some money on the dresser. It hadn’t been there earlier and
when I counted it I found there was three hundred dollars. I was standing
there trying to figure out what was going on when the phone rang. I answered
it and a woman asked “Is Henry there?” I told her no, that he was probably
still at the cocktail party and I asked her if she wanted me to take a
message. “Tell him Jenny called and that the clients never showed up. I’ll
call him sometime tomorrow.” As I hung up the phone it suddenly hit me as to
what must have happened. Henry had set three of his clients up with a hooker
and had mistakenly given them our room key instead of the key to the room where
Jenny was waiting. The money on the dresser was apparently a tip for good
service.
I was sound asleep when Henry got to
the room so it wasn’t until the next morning that I could relay Jenny’s
message. I saw the confusion on his face and he said, “That can’t be. I saw
Ray and Andy before they left and they told me that she had been a holy terror
in bed. In fact, they made me promise that I would set them up with her the
next time they came to town.”
 I didn’t say anything and he got out
of bed and got a notebook out of his brief case. He looked up a number and
then made a phone call.
 “Hi Jenny. I got your message. Not
at all? Okay babe, thanks anyway. (short laugh) Yeah babe, I know you don’t
give refunds.” 
He hung up the phone. “Jenny didn’t
see them, but somebody sure did. I’m in deep shit. Ray and Andy are my two
best accounts and they are going to expect me to provide them with the girl
they had last night and I don’t have a clue as to who it may have been.”
 I hadn’t planned on ever saying
anything to Henry about the previous night, but all of a sudden I realized that
I had loved every minute of it and that I wanted to do it again. 
“Usually three hundred, but for more
than one guy it’s three plus an additional two for each guy.” 
“So last night cost you seven hundred? 
How would you like to cut your cost from last night to four hundred and your
cost for the next time to zero?” 
 “Before I tell you let me ask you a
question, no - make that two questions. How strong is our marriage, and how
much do you love me?”
 He smiled and said, “If you have to
ask that it must not be a strong as I thought and as for the second I must not
be doing a very good job of showing you how much you mean to me.”
 “Do you love me enough to trust that
I would never do anything that would cause me to lose you?”
 Henry took me into his arms and said,
“You couldn’t possibly do anything that would ever make me give you up.”
 “I certainly hope so lover, but I
guess we are about to find out.” 
I got up and went to my purse and when
I came back I handed Henry the three hundred from the night before.
 “That’s the tip the Ray and Andy and
the other guy gave me last night.”
 Henry sat there stunned as I told him
what had happened and about getting Jenny’s phone call. 
“So, the three hundred cuts your cost
last night to four hundred. All you have to do now is decide if we keep the
money in the family from now on. Neither one of us meant for last night to
happen, but the fact of the matter is that it did and I enjoyed the hell out of
it and I would not mind doing it again. If I do it has to be with your
blessing. You have to decide if you want to pay Jenny to do it or get me to do
it for free. You don’t have to decide right now, but you will have to make a
decision by the time Ray and Andy come back. When do you think that will be?”
 “Two weeks” he said in a low voice. 
“OH fuck! What the hell am I going to do?”
 “For right now lover, how about
fucking your own personal whore” and I led him to the bed.
In the two years since then I have
serviced over one hundred of Henry’s customers and I have loved every minute of
it. What makes it even better is that Henry can’t keep his hands off me when I
come back from one of my meetings. I’ve had to stop attending the company’s
cocktail parties and I have to meet his customers at a different hotel from
where the parties are held; it wouldn’t do for it to get out that I’m Henry’s
wife. I usually see Ray and Andy about twice a month and both of them have
asked me to marry them - a fact that I hold over Henry’s head - “Be careful
sweetie, I have options now.” 
The only thing I haven’t done that I
want to do is have a good gangbang. Other than the three I did that very first
night I’ve never done more than two men since then. Henry does have a few
customers who like group sex, but Henry won’t let me do them. He always uses
Jenny for that but one day she won’t be available and I’ll get my chance. 
Until then I’ll just have to be satisfied with the two or three a week that
Henry sets me up with. God, but I do love it and I hope to god I never have to
quit.

I have known Edith almost all my life and for as long as
I’ve known her she hadn’t liked me. It started in the first grade when she
accused me of pulling her pigtails. The teacher stood me in the corner for ten
minutes despite my protests that I hadn’t done it. Then, to add insult to
injury Edith stuck her tongue out at me when I left the corner to go back to my
seat.
That pretty much set the pattern for the next thirteen
years. I had run ins with Edith in grade school, middle school and high school
and the only thing I ever did to her was try to avoid her – to stay out of her
way. And then she went and married my brother.
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College took me away from Edith and my brother, who
chose to join the military rather than go to college, married Edith when he was
discharged and came home. I heard that it was a whirlwind courtship. He came
home from the Army, ran across her at a country western bar and three months later
they were married in a civil ceremony. I didn’t hear about it until the three
days after it happened.
I made my weekly phone call home to my mother and she
said, “Guess what? Jerry got married on Tuesday. I think you know her, Edith
Patterson? Didn’t you used to go to school with her?”
I couldn’t for the life of me understand what Jerry
could have seen in the bitch that would even make him think of putting a ring
on her finger. Oh she was a good-looking girl and she did have a pretty good
figure, but she had the personality of a grape. But then it was none of my
business; I didn’t have to live with her.
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I graduated and took a job six hundred miles from home
and for the next three years had little contact with my family except for
weekly phone calls and two or three day visits over the Christmas holidays. 
One day my boss called me into his office.
“You are from the Denver area, aren’t you?”
“Lived there the first eighteen years of my life.”
“We are thinking of opening a branch in Denver. Based
on your knowledge of the area where do you think we should locate?”
“If the choice were mine I’d go with the Denver Tech
Center.”
“Well the choice is yours Jimmy, so the Tech Center it
is and the next question is how soon can you be moved?”
“The office will be yours Jim. How soon can you
relocate and set it up?”
“I’m almost done with McClaren project so I’ll need to
finish that. Everything else I can hand off to Mike. Say three weeks, two if
I get lucky.”
“Good. Get McClaren done and then we can sit down and
chart out what we want to do in Denver.
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I called my mom that night and asked if my old room was
available for a couple of months and she said she was sure that we could work
something out. At the time I didn’t think anything of her response. She and
dad were living alone in a three bedroom house so why wouldn’t there be room?
I found out when I got there that they had redone the
house. My dad’s HO gauge model railroad had taken over my old room and mom had
turned Jerry’s room in to her sewing room. The basement was full of junk
(stored relics according to my dad) so it looked as if I was going to have to
live in a hotel or motel.
“Oh no” said my mom, “We’ve worked it out. Jerry and
Edith have a three bedroom house and Jerry is looking forward to you staying
with them.”
Jerry maybe, but I seriously doubted that Edith was
going to welcome me with open arms. It didn’t take me long to notice that all
was not well in the household. Edith treated Jerry like dirt and the worse she
was to him the more he seemed to adore her. Ninety percent of his
conversations with Edith could be boiled down to “yes dear,” “whatever you say
my dear,” and “of course my love.”
It was clear from the very first minute that I was in
the house that Edith did not share Jerry’s sentiments when it came to my
staying there and she spent the first week I was there trying to bring me under
her thumb like she had Jerry. Unfortunately for Edith I had grown up since our
school days and I had learned (the hard way) not to always be Mr. Nice Guy. In
fact, I had learned how effective being contrary could be. I ignored Edith. 
It was something that she wasn’t used to and I could tell that she didn’t like
it, but she didn’t know what to do.
It was during the second week of my stay that I found
a way to rattle Edith’s cage. She was good looking and had a good body and I
was looking at her and wondering what kind of a fuck she would be and somehow
she read it in my face. Later that evening I heard her tell Jerry that she was
afraid to be left alone in the house with me. Jerry laughed and told her that
she was imagining things.
“Damn it Jerry, he keeps undressing me with his eyes. 
Girls notice things like that.”
“He’s my brother Edith and I trust him.”
Jerry worked rotating shifts at the plant; four months
on days, four months on swings and four months on graveyards. He was half way
through his swing shift turn and that left Edith and me alone in the evenings. 
I started looking at her as if I was stripping her with my eyes and when she
looked at me I would leer at her and rub my crotch. I’d whisper: 
“So Edie (she hated to be called Edie), you think I’m
going to rape you huh? Will you fight me if I do? Will you fight me real
hard?”
One night we were sitting in front of the television
and Edith got up to go to the bathroom and I asked her if while she was up she
would please get me a beer.
“Why don’t you get up and get it yourself?”
“Because I have a hard on and I’m not sure what you
would do when you saw it – attack it with a broom or try to pull my pants off
to get to it.”
“And you are, what? A cock hungry slut? I see you
sitting over there glancing sideways at my package and wondering.”
“I’m wondering all right. Wondering when you’ll snap
and try to rip my clothes off me.”
“Not to worry Edie, it won’t be me. If you want it
you will have to come and get it. I won’t go after my brother’s wife, but I
won’t push you away if you come after me.”
“Can’t you think of anything but sex?”
“You say that as if sex is some horrible, nasty thing
to be avoided.”
“Oh come on now Edie, I haven’t even tried.”
Two night later, the same situation; we were watching
TV and she got up to use the john and I asked her to please get me a beer while
she was up. That time she didn’t say anything. When she came back into the
room five minutes later I saw that she had taken her clothes off and put on a
robe. She came over to me and bent down as she handed me the beer and her robe
fell open enough for me to see that she was naked under it.
My mind immediately went into overdrive as I tried to
figure out what she was up to. Was she trying to set something up? Get me to
do something and then run to Jerry? What if she did? Was I all that keen on
staying there anyway?
Those thoughts only took a fraction of a second to
process and in that same fraction I decided on what to do. I ran my hand up
her bare leg until it was only inches from her cunt. She didn’t move, she just
looked down at me and smirked.
“Happy now? Sure you don’t want to go a little
farther? I wish your brother could see you now, see how loyal you are.”
“Go ahead and tell him,” I said as I moved my hand
those last few inches and felt her fur.
“He wouldn’t believe me. He’d think I was just trying
to get him to make you leave.”
“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I said as I
took my hand away and I would almost be willing to bet that I saw
disappointment in her eyes as I did.
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That night changed the dynamic between Edith and me. 
Edith took to wearing her robe all the time when we watched television and she
always moved in such a way that the robe would partially open so I could see
that she was naked underneath. I was pretty sure by then that she was trying
to tempt me into doing something, but to what end?
One night she sat there with the robe opened just
enough that I could see part of her hairy cunt. She saw me as I kept glancing
over at her and she smirked and said:
“What are you, a peeping tom or a lecher? Or are they
the same thing?
I just smiled at her and then I pointed at the
television set. “See that Edie? Most of the time it is just a big box full of
electrical thingies that just sits there doing nothing. When you want to watch
a program on it you have to push the ON button to make it work. That’s the way
your robe works too. Same principle. It just sits there covering things up. 
When you want to show what is under it you have to open it up. Just like you
pushed the ON button so we could watch the TV you had to open your robe for me
to see your snatch. You don’t want me looking at it, close the robe.”
“Disgusting Edie? You want disgusting?” I unzipped
my fly, took out my cock and stroked it a few times. “You showed me yours, so
I’ll show you mind.”
She got up and ran from the room as I laughed and put
my cock away.
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The next day was a hard one for me work wise. The
contractors had finished the electrical on the new office and the building
inspector had signed off on the Certificate of Occupancy. The office furniture
had been delivered and I had wrestled it all into place. I was hot and sweaty
when I got to the house so the first thing I did was take a shower. I was soaping
my chest when the shower curtain opened and a very naked Edith got into the
shower with me.
“Edith? What the hell are you doing?”
“Going to wash your back. Clean those places you
can’t reach,” she said as she took my wash rag from me. She soaped it up good
and then she said, “There are some other things that need to real clean also”
as she reached for my cock and began washing it.
“I can get that part myself Edith.”
“I know, but I’m the one who needs to be sure that it
is clean enough.”
“For this” she said as she leaned dow
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