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Archive name: Mw02.txt text #2602
Author: Robert Handle
Story title: "Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife."
PART 2 of 6
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This series of story's contains all sorts of sexual acts
between wife husband, and other men, woman and children.
If any or all of these topics offend you, or you are
under the legal age of 18, please delete this file now!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ from Kristen's collection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part II
In a previous story I started to explain the dif-
ferent things men need to know in order to successfully
fuck my wife. That story concentrated on the aspect of
danger that Kristi finds so exciting. Now I want to
explain how humiliation plays a part in her sexual
adventures.
I should begin by explaining the nature of my wife.
She is a very dominate woman, heads a very influential
department where she teaches, and is a strong factor
in state politics. She is anything but a wimp. I have
seen her win victories over tough political adversaries
and have witnessed her ruin the plans of men who
thought she was merely an ordinary woman.
She is in short a woman to be reckoned with. It is
for this reason that when it comes to her darker side,
her sexual needs often include domination by a man, or
men, who treat her as if she were nothing more than a
common whore off the streets. I came to realize this
need rather slowly in our relationship, but once I
grasped the depth of this passion, I have learned to
use it to our mutual satisfaction.
Kristi the Slave
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Very often, Kristi will make a wager with me, usual-
ly over a sporting event, or an election. Since
neither of us have any real need to pass money between
us, after all, what's mine is hers and what's hers is
hers, there isn't any real thrill in betting cash. So
instead of monetary wagers, we bet slave hours. A slave
hour is an hour spent in total slavery to the other.
Hours can be accumulated. For example, as I write
this story, Kristi owes me six slave hours, because of
the Dallas-Washington Football game. Next week, I'll
bet those six hours against six more on the Buffalo
game. Sometimes we bet even, sometimes we negotiate
odds. Now the kicker is this. At anytime, anyplace, on
any occasion, the person who is owed the hours can
demand payment, either in part or in full. And under
no conditions can the debtor refuse to settle. This is
the proviso that makes the slave hours so exciting.
Some of the hottest things we've done are a direct
result of one of us collecting a slave hour. Let me
give you an example. Recently, Kristi lost twelve slave
hours on a bet over the Texas Rangers. She already owed
me thirty hours from previous bets, bringing her up to
forty-two slave hours. I decided to clear the slate
over a weekend. We had to fly to Miami for business,
and I felt that weekend would do nicely. We no sooner
checked into our hotel that I announced my intention.
From that moment until our plane landed back in Dallas,
she would be my slave, for any sexual delight I could
think of. She tried to protest, but knew there was no
point. I had the time coming...and I wanted to spend
it then!
As we checked into the hotel, I smiled to myself,
because even thinking about collecting on my slave time
gave my cock a new lease on life. I didn't say any-
thing to Kristi as we rode the elevator to our floor,
along with the bell boy. And indeed he was just a boy,
not much older than eighteen, if that. I didn't say
anything as the boy let us into the room, and started
opening the curtains, adjusting the air and the other
sundry things all bell hops do. I asked him to get
some ice for us, and he of course said, "Right away,
sir."
The instant he was out of the room, getting the ice
for me, I turned to Kristi and simply said, "Strip.
Now."
There was no discussion. She knew why I'd ordered
her to take off her clothes. I didn't join her, but
rather sat down in one of the two chairs facing the
front door of the suite. She was soon almost naked,
standing there wearing her heels, her hose, and her
teddy. Without hesitation, she reached between her
legs and released the snaps that held the light blue
teddy closed. Once loosened, she lifted it off her
body, over her head. At that moment, the bell boy
returned. My wife was wearing only her high heels and
her stockings...no panties ...and of course, no bra. I
ordered her to freeze. She stopped moving entirely.
If it wasn't for her firm flesh and pink color, you
might have thought she was a mannequin.
Of course most mannequins don't have hard nipples...
or wetness forming between their legs as Kristi did at
that moment. I walked past her and opened the door.
"Just put it on the dresser." I said to the bellman.
He walked past me, and as incredible as it seems, al-
most bumped into my wife, who's back was to him as he
advanced into the room. His reaction to discovering
her was almost comical. He did the perfect double take,
looking at her, looking away and then, as what he'd
seen registered on his mind, he jerked his head back
and looked at her again. By this time he was standing
within inches of her, and she simply stood there,
totally silent, and totally motionless. Eyes open, she
looked straight ahead. I thought he'd swallowed his
tongue.
"Something wrong?" I asked him.
"Oh, no. No, sir. I didn't mean to interrupt...I
mean... I didn't know she was fucked...a...naked...I...
I... ah..."
"It's okay. It's her way of relaxing. She's put
herself in a trance. She's not even aware you're in
here."
Of course that was a lie, but it seemed plausable
at the time.
"You mean she's not conscious?" He asked in a low
voice.
"Well, not like we are right now," I replied.
"Shit! How'd she do that?" Then as an afterthought,
he added, "Why'd she do that?"
"Oh, you know how these women are."
"She really doesn't know I'm here?"
"Nope. Want proof? Touch her."
"Touch her?"
"Sure. Go ahead. Touch her."
He was certainly the timid type. Slowly he reached
his hand out, and gently pushed the skin on her fore-
arm. He pulled back his hand and just looked
bewildered.
"I guess she can't tell I'm touching her. I'll be
damned!"
"You don't have to just touch her arm. Feel of her.
You can touch her anywhere you want."
He looked even more confused.
"You don't care if I touch her...anywhere?"
"Feel free." No pun intended.
Kristi played the part perfectly. As the man
reached out again, this time to touch her breast, he
gently ran his finger across the top of her left
breast. Still not what I had in mind. Of course,
Kristi's 38DD's are a bit intimidating. They are firm,
yet soft. They do not sag, nor droop, but hang on her
chest like proud medals of honor.
"Feel her nipples," I suggested.
"Her nipples?"
"Her nipples," I repeated. I started to tell him
they were at the end of her breasts, but I guess his
hesitancy was normal under the circumstances.
Again his hand reached out and this time, he traced
his finger over the hard bullet shaped nipple that
adorns my wife's breast. Taking a bolder stand, he
began to twist it, gently of course, and pull on it.
I watched my wife's face. Nothing. It was almost as
if she really was in a trance!
"Shit, mister, that feels so good!" He was licking
his lips. "Can I touch her...her..."
I knew what he wanted.
"Sure. Go ahead! She won't mind."
He lowered his hand to the top of Kristi's bush. I
had taken my seat in front of her, looking at her, as
this shy bell hop started to slide his finger down,
into her closely cropped pussy hair, closing in on her
clitoris, which was hard and visible to me even at five
feet away. His finger ran across it, and in his in-
experience, he didn't realize what he'd touched. I was
watching her eyes, and could see a momentary flicker of
pleasure cross her face. Kristi and I have been
married almost ten years. I know her better than any-
one else, and I would gladly have bet the farm that her
pussy was already juicy and hot from the last few
minutes of exposure to this stranger.
The man's hand found my wife's pussy, and he con-
tinued to stroke it, to feel it's fullness, it's silky
puffiness, it's heat!
"Shit! She's hot! You sure she can't feel any of
this?"
"Not a thing. Go ahead. Feel it to your heart's
content. I don't mind, and she certainly can't object."
I wasn't sure just how far he'd go, but it didn't
matter. I was prepared to let him have his way with
her body. And I guess I underestimated him. Without
further encouragement from me, I watched as his hand
continued down her pussy, rounding under it and then,
watched as he ran his finger inside her! I thought the
jig would be up now. But drawing from a reserve of
control I didn't know she possessed, I watched my wife
stand in front of the man who was poking her pussy with
his middle finger, and look straight ahead, not acknow-
ledge his intrusion into her cunt.
The boy pulled his finger out of her, and even from
where I was sitting, I could see it was coated with my
wife's pussy juice. He raised his finger to his nose,
and inhaled deeply. I expected him to lick it clean,
but instead, he smeared it over her now straining
nipple, using the same motion you'd use if you were
trying to get the last bit of paint out of a brush.
"She's so wet. Is she always like that?"
"Yeah, most of the time. Sorry she's in an upright
position, or I'd let you fuck her."
"Really? You'd let me fuck her?"
"Sure. What's the harm? She'd never know."
"Shit. I'm so fucking hard! I'd give anything to
come in her."
I thought about what he'd said. But there was no
way he could get his cock inside her in this position.
I looked at her eyes, and I could see that she was hot,
but determined to play the part to the end.
"Tell you what. Let's move her to the bed. If she
wakes up, you scoot out the door pronto, but if she
stays in her trance, you can fuck her. Want to try?"
"Fuck yes. How do we move her?"
"Just let me do it." With that, I picked her up and
carried her to the edge of the bed. I laid her down,
and scooted her up on the mattress. As I laid her down,
my head against hers, I felt her tongue flick out of
her mouth and lick the inside of my ear. She'd done it
so quickly, I knew the other man didn't see it, but I
felt it, and knew she was okay with this charade.
I spread my wife's legs wide, and lifted them into a
bent position. While I had her in this position, I dip-
ped my finger inside her cunt. Judging from the degree
of moisture and heat I encountered, I knew she was de-
finitely receptive to a hard fucking now.
"There you go. She's ready for it."
"You mean ready for me to fuck her?"
"Yeah. Go ahead. Put it in her."
"Now? In front of you?"
"Of course in front of me. You don't think I would
leave my wife alone at a time like this, do you?"
"Well, no, but...I've never...I don't know if I..."
"Hey, pal, it's up to you. You want to fuck her...
go ahead. If you don't, move over, cause I think I
will."
With that, I started to unbuckle my own pants.
Dropping them to the floor, the bellman was faced with
an instant decision. Either he was going to fuck my
wife while I watched, or I would fuck her while he
watched. I didn't care which, and I knew Kristi didn't
either. She was waiting for a hard cock to push inside
her pussy. The bell boy looked once more at me and
said, "No, I'll do it."
He had his pants open, and his hard cock sticking
straight out. Working it a few times in his hands, he
closed the few inches between his cock head and my
wife's open pussy, and without fanfare, started pushing
what I judged to be his eight inch hard cock inside
her. She gasped once as he entered her, and he froze
in her tracks when she did that.
"Is she waking up?"
"No, she's just responding to your cock. Go ahead,
fuck her!"
He needed no further encouragement. He worked his
cock inside her cunt, pushing in, pulling out, faster
and deeper. I watched as my wife's pussy sucked at
this strange boy's cock meat, slicking the shaft with
her love juice, until it was his turn to freeze. Push-
ing his cock as far as he could inside my wife's cunt,
he released his load deep in her pussy! As he convulsed
time after time, squirting his love juice inside her, I
could see her beginning to feel the sexual tension he
was releasing inside her cunt. Her toes were curling
and her arms became rigid, and I knew she was stiffling
her own climax. Almost as soon as he had pumped his
load inside her body, the kid withdrew his cock from my
wife's pussy.
"FUCK! She's tight! She's a great fuck! You're a
lucky guy!"
"Thanks, and I'm sure she'd thank you if she could.
But you'd better get dressed before she wakes up."
"What about her pussy? You want me to clean it up?
She's going to know she got fucked. I left a lot of
stuff in her."
That was an understatement. As we stood there, my
wife's legs still in the position I'd arranged them,
we both watched as his cum started to leak out of her
pussy hole.
"Don't worry. I'll tell her I fucked her."
"Good thinking."
He was dressed and out the door before I remembered
I hadn't tipped him. Well, no matter. I'm sure he
didn't mind. As the door closed behind him, I looked
back at my wife's naked body. She still hadn't moved.
What a good slave. I had told her to freeze, and she
had. And she wouldn't move till I told her she could.
Well, there was no sense in wasting a perfectly good
pussy. And I was awfully hard after watching the other
man fuck her. Walking over to her as she laid on the
bed, I crawled etween her legs and pushed my cock in-
side her slick, just fucked hot juicy pussy. Then I
said the words that guaranteed my own orgasm. I said,
"Fuck me."
And she did!
The rest of the weekend was spent in similar situa-
tions, with my wife never knowing when or where I'd
give her body to a total stranger to fuck and use how-
ever I saw fit. The bell boy, by the way, happened to
be on the elevator later that night when Kristi and I
were both riding it to the lobby. He smiled at her, and
she at him, but if you hadn't been inside our room
that afternoon, you'd never have known this boy had
sprayed the inside of my wife's cunt with his hot jism.
And she never let on that even she knew about it. What
a great fuck she is!
In the next episode, I'll show you how Kristi is
able to use slave hours that she wins to humiliate me
as well as get herself off!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day and
age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual
acts. This story is for entertainment, not to be imita-
ted. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only is-
sued on per lifetime!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!