Slut Wife Cheating

Becky and I met and married in college, finishing together to began

our careers, she as a school teacher, me as an accountant. Our sex

life was normal, normal and dull. It was just straight sex,

missionary style. I tried to talk to her about expanding her horizons

and tried to get her to do other things, or, maybe even tell me her

fantasies, but, she seemed sexless most of the time.

Then, after we had been married about three years, we found out I was

sterile and that is the reason we could not have a child. Becky was

devastated. She so wanted children. I felt horrible because I wanted

them, too, but, more than that, because I had let her down. It was

about then I started having fantasies of her having sex with another

man, a man who would impregnate her, a man to give her what I could

not, a child.

I never had the courage to share my fantasies with her, although they

became stronger and stronger. Every time we would see a couple with

a small baby, I would see the pain in her face, see her wanting. Over

time, I could see something else. I could see her disgust with me for

being sterile, for being unable to give her that.

She would fight her feelings. I could see her pendulum swing from

being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give

her a child. It was so hard on both of us.

One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy.

I told her I dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of

bearing a happy healthy child, of me watching them having sex or her

telling me all about it. This was so much a part of the fantasy. I

must know everything, as if I were impregnating her through him.

She slapped me hard, then she slapped me again. “How dare you think me

a slut!” she screamed, pounding on my chest with her fists. “I am

your wife, you sterile wimp!” She began to cry buckets, collapsing

aginst me as she sobbed. Immediately, she begged my forgiveness at

calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that wanted a

child as much as she did.

I threw myself in my work. Our relationship declined even faster, to

the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the

point I would rather not bother her. Yet, even though she was

listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her.

Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an executive who was being

transferred to another office. Three other men had been fired. Those

changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been

filled. Mr. Williams, the top man in the company, was going to be at

the party to meet all of us. I am sure part of the reason he was

there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion.

Becky claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too

important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people

and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Becky

relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was

really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis

anyway.

We had been there about two hours when I realized Becky was not by my

side. I saw her talking to Mr. Williams in the corner. They seemed

intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her

again, she was gone. So was Mr. Williams.

Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left

together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new

recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my

brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Becky.

“Honey, let’s go home,” she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive

then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as

she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her

toward the door. Mr. Williams was watching us as we left. In the car,

I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk

right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving

rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into

the house.

“Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Williams?” I asked as we undressed

in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Becky was

moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched.

I was hard just thinking about her.

“Yes. Why didn’t you tell me you were up for a promotion?”

“I didn’t know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have

not been officially informed.”

“Well, you certainly are being considered,” Becky said.

I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Becky was now naked except

for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her

bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed,

a funny, wild smile.

“Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again,” she said.

I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never.

“Which one?” I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant.

She dragged her nails over my bare leg. “You know which one.”

“I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate

you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about

it.” I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from

me.

“Tell me yours now,” I asked. Becky would never discuss her

fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to

tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her

lashes.

“Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me

in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch

sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is

big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to.

He fucks me and makes me pregnant.”

She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over

conspiratorially.

“More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Bobby, me. Little, sweet,

shy Becky. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving

every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants.”

“Why did you never tell me that?”

She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face

me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward.

“I know what it will take to get you the promotion,” she said.

“What?”

“Mr. Williams wants me. He wants to fuck me.”

I started to quiver. I could tell Becky was very sexually excited,

more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her

nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her

panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up

my leg to feel the erection in my shorts.

“I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his

slut. You would like that, Bobby, wouldn’t you? You would like your

sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think

of it, Bobby. Think of Mr. Williams, your boss, between my legs,

fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my

ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me

pregnant. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back.

“Oh, Bobby, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to

get hard again and cum in me, Bobby. I want you to cum in me as I tell

you my fantasy.”

I was hard in an instant. Becky stripped off her panties and shoved

them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She

lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked

together. I was moving slowly in and out.

“Mr. Williams is my fantasy, Bobby. He tells me I will do as he says.

If I do, you get a big raise. If I don’t, you get fired. I have no

choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father

my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have

me. And, oh, Bobby, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and

very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good.”

By now, Becky was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails

deep in my back, her legs tight around me. Our breathing was ragged.

I fought to hold back from cumming again.

“Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just

rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to

feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked. Then, I orgasm from

his big cock in my ass. I can feel you, Bobby. I can tell you are

ready to shoot. Cum, Bobby! Cum in me! Cum in me thinking of your

sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed

growing in me.”

She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer.

My cock had never been that hard that long. I exploded in her. As we

lay cooling together, Becky said softly, “I intend to live my fantasy,

Bobby. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children

And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut.”

She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living

room. When she returned, I asked what she did.

“I called Mr. Williams. He will explain it to you in the morning.

Now, go to sleep.”

She curled up against me. I could not sleep. I had never been so

aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Becky carrying a

baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped

my cock in her. She moaned and pushed back. “That is it, Bobby. Fuck

me while I dream of carrying Mr. Williams’ baby.”

Mr. Williams called me into his office early the next day.

“I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the

party last night, Bob,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how

calm I felt.

“And, what is your understanding, Bob?”

“My wife is going to have an affair with you.”

“Is that all?”

“No, sir. You will make her pregnant.”

A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes

softened some.

“You have no problem with that?”

“No, sir. I have no problem.”

“It will be more than that, Bob. Let me explain the ground rules.

First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise.”

“Thank you, Mr. Williams,” I replied. He nodded.

“I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes

dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish. In

addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to.

So, it will not be just me fucking her, Bob. Do you understand that?”

“Mr. Williams, may I sit down?”

“Of course. Would you like a drink?”

“No, sir. It is just . . . ”

“I understand, Bob, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to

happen to her if I take her. No surprises.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime. I understand you two do

not have sex very often?”

“Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month.” He laughed, not an evil laugh, but

a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so

seldom.

“One of the real benefits to you, Bob, will be lots of sex. She will

have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally. Anally is

reserved for me.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next

morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you

very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will

be punished whenever I think she needs it, Bob.”

The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a

rock. I wondered how he would do it.

“As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love

and care for her. She will need care, particularly when she is

pregnant and during the delivery stage. And, I expect you to be a

fine father for my children, Bob. I mean that sincerely.”

“Children?”

“Yes. Children. I expect her to have three to five, in total, at

least two of which are mine. Do you understand this, Bob? I will

make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by

someone other than me.”

“Yes, sir. I understand. We both do want children.”

“Well, you will have plenty of them.” He came around from behind his

desk, sitting in the chair next to mine.

“She told me your fantasy. I will let you watch sometimes but, most

often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good

stories. Any questions?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the

weekend with me.”

I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, “Well, have a

nice weekend.”

He laughed. “I am sure I will, Bob.”

At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment

my wife was getting in my boss’ car to fuck him for the weekend. I was

so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Williams fucking my

wife I could not think.

That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky with Mr.

Williams. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night, I had just put a

movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She

had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff

and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair.

“Bobby Davis?” she asked.

“Yes. Who are you?”

“I am Tiffany. Mr. Williams sent me. I am your promotion bonus.”

Tiffany was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time

to make the sex very enjoyable. I came four times before she left at

dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Becky.

Becky got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used.

She gave me a big, long kiss at the door.

“Want to hear?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered, as my cock strained at my pants.

“I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you.” I followed her into

the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she

turned around, I gasped. Her breasts were bruised, with blue

splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body.

Then, I had a bigger surprise.

“How do you like my shaved snatch?” Becky asked. Her pussy was

smooth and bald.

“What is that?”

“A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?” I

touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need.

“That sure pops my clit,” she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in

the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water.

“How was Tiffany?” she asked.

“He told you?”

“Yes. I think that was nice of him to do.”

“Tiffany was fine. I got a wonderful blow job.” I said this

intentionally because it was something Becky never did. She laughed.

“I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tiffany did. Get me

some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Bobby.” When I returned, she

took the aspirin, and lay back.

“Ready to hear?” she asked.

My cock had been ready since she walked in the door.

“I would love to hear,” I said.

“He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he

bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Bobby, clothes

that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you

later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice

restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to

his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we

undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Bobby.

I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was

very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Bobby, I have never

felt so full. It was heaven.”

She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock

through my pants. She smiled softly.

“I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow

job?” she asked.

“Yes,” I croaked.

“Well, get over here.”

I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Becky, braced

herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I

was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Becky swallowed it

down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in

the bath.

“He fucked me until I could not come any more. Bobby, it was

something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked

out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in

my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers

penetrating me back there.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked him.

‘I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.’

‘No. I don’t want you back there,’ I said.

He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. ‘Actually, I would enjoy

your fighting me. Raping your ass would be more fun for me than you

giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you

shut up and turn over’.”

I was getting hard again but Becky’s eyes were closed, her hands

gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting

as hot rembering as she was telling me as I was listening.

” ‘No,’ I said. ‘You may not have my ass.’

We both knew I wanted him to force me, to rape my ass. I guess the

restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay

on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face

down, arms spread.

“Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.’

‘No,’ I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting

me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers

digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt. That it where the

bruises on my tits came from, Bobby, from his crushing it when I told

him no.

‘Please don’t,’ I whimpered. He squeezed harder. I though he would

rip my breasts off. Now, I was crying. I could stand no more.

‘Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.'”

“He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks

apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one

stroke. God, it hurt, Bobby. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I

screamed. I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms

were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally

relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out,

fucking my ass. It felt good. Soon, I was begging him to never stop.

Oh, I begged him, Bobby. I begged him to never stop fucking my ass.

I came twice from his monster cock up my ass.”

She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and

saw my cock red and ready.

“Don’t worry. I will let you have my ass someday,” she said.

“No, Becky. Mr. Williams told me I was never to take you there. It

is reserved for him.”

“Well, I will make it up to you,” she said.

Becky stood and began to dry off. Becky never bathes in front of me

and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries

off is a great change in her behavior. A change for the better, I

might add. I looked closer at her body. I could see faint

fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her.

“What happened then,” I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile.

She knew I was totally aroused by her story.

“After he came in my ass, we showered together. I sucked him until he

was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped

in his arms.” Becky wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I could

taste my cum in her mouth.

“You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story

first?” she asked.

“A quickie.” After walking to the bed, Becky lay back, gave me a

slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold

herself open. I had never seen her do that before. I knee walked

between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet.

She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was

not long.

“Did you orgasm?” I asked. She kissed me gently.

“Bobby, I probably don’t orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten.

That is the reason I like you to eat me. And, it is one of the

reasons I want Mr. Williams’ monster cock. I orgasmed over and over

on his cock, Bobby. Now, please eat me, baby. I want to cum, too.”

I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking,

taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm. When she had

recovered, she continued.

“Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart.

The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put

his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Williams but he

winked at me. His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the

way. I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green.” Becky was

watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction. I was enjoying her story

very much.

“Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?”

“Very much,” I replied.

She jumped up and opened her suitcase. She put on a black garter

belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a

strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black

skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse

which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist. She looked like a

slut, a high class slut.

“Like it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Watch when I sit down.”

She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress

was so short. And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips

of her pussy were plainly visible.

“What do you think, Bobby? I am a slut, or what? I told you I would

be his slut.” She was excited at the thought, at being his slut.

“Go on with your story,” I said. She smiled at me.

“‘What are we doing tonight?” I asked.

‘Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming

back here for sex.’

I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very

thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my

feelings. It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During

dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Bobby, at one point, my

skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time.

It made me cum. Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men

finger fucking me. When we returned to the house, Mr. Arnold kissed

me and began undressing me. Mr. Williams joined us. I never had two

men before as you know, Bobby. I took one in my ass while another was

in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me. I kept their

cocks clean with my mouth. I must have cum fifty times. They left me

in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion.”

She grinned.

“You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?”

“Oh, yes,” I said with a laugh.

“Doggie style?” Becky said. I fucked my wife doggie style. This time

I believe she came as I lasted forever.

“What happened next?”

Becky was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep.

“Hum?”

“After Saturday night?”

“Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again. Then, I took a

short nap. Mr. Williams awakened me, telling me we had an errand.

That is when he had me pierced. That hurt. He meant it to hurt. The

man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a

topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Williams told him no,

he wanted me to feel it.

‘We need to tie her down, then,’ the guy said. They tied me to a

table, naked, legs spread. I felt him grab the hood with forceps and

pull it out. Then, pop. I screamed like crazy. They gave me some

aspirin. It is still throbbing some.”

Becky smiled wanly.

“Bobby, I have got to sleep,” she said and rolled over. I heard her

snoring in an instant.

The week was fairly uneventful. The biggest change was for me was I

had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we

had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until

we could not cum again. Of course, I ate her pussy each night. It

was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum.

Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Becky had long brown

hair which reached to her shoulders. She always wore it straight. She

always wore a small earring in each ear. When she got back, I was

shocked at the change in her appearance. Her hair was cut shorter,

dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head.

And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear.

Thursday night, she said, “I am not going to have sex with you. I know

you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do.” I

was angry with her for denying me and told her so. She was very

surprised I was so strong with her. I think it secretly pleased her.

But, she was adamant. She wanted to find out what Mr. Williams would

do. She found out.

When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her

to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon. About four,

he called me, telling me to join him in his office. Becky was sitting

in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both

entered.

She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright

eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her,

although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and

undressed her. When Becky was at school, she still wore the same

conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed

like the slut she had become. He stripped her naked except for her

thigh high stockings. Those he rolled down to her knees.

Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather

bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings. Becky never

complained. In fact, she was loving it. I could smell her pussy and

see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he

attached restraints to her legs. He pushed her face down over his

desk. With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get

away.

Becky was wild now. She started begging him not to hurt her. He

grinned at me. It was clear she was loving what was happening to her.

Finally, her spoke to her.

“Becky, I do not tolerate disobedience. I told you to satisfy your

husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last

night to see what I would do.”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed.

I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth

and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and

she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch.

It was about four feet long and very supple.

“Now, Becky, you are a slut and I am your master. Bob is your

husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will

help you remember that.”

He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her

from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most

landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through

the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the

willow branch struck her.

When he stopped, he commanded, “fuck her cunt, Bob.”

I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She

orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted

before I filled her with cum. Mr. Williams dropped his pants. His cock

was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her

sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could

in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock

in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket

and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long

and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the

gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I

watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there

across the desk.

He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him

and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Becky tied

down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Becky to

be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had

happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when

the secretary walked in the room.

After Becky’s sobbing had quieted, he asked, “Have we learned a lesson

today, slut?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, in a tiny, little girl voice.

“I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle

with you.”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed again.

“Do you understand about being Bob’s slut as well as mine?”

She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from

her in a very long time.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Release her, Bob.” I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she

gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself.

“May I go clean up, Mr. Williams?” she asked.

“No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want

everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked.”

When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.

“You like being my slut, don’t you, Becky?”

She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and

swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed

and jumped.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. I like being your slut.” She turned to look at me. “I like

being your slut, too, Bobby.”

From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships.

Mr. Williams was my boss and Becky’s master. I was his employee and Becky’s husband.

Becky was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut,

his slut first and my slut second.